When Tenten and Temari start going out casually, becoming closer after Lee and Gaara get together, I think that they start having little team gai + sand siblings meetups in the name of cross-cultural socialisation, but it very quickly ends up being gaalee + tematen double dates, while Kankurou and Neji sit across the table from each other silently, just staring at each other, their only thought being "PLEASE don't tell me I'm supposed to date this clown now"
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okay miss bex — congratulations and also a challenge for you, should you accept; for ship you’ve not written before, might I suggest TemaTen? 👀 (blood prompts also encouraged for Temari from ANY angle) ♥️
A new ship and a new character I've never written before - this will be exciting 😌 Thank you for joining my 60 subs challenge 🥰
Since it's @notquitejiraiya who sent this ask, I obviously had to make my little snippet a sports au (which I've never written before either haha) ❣❣
No blood in this snippet though, I am saving it for other asks 😏
Note: I am open to multishipping Temari with girls, hence why this challenge is totally fine ✨
TemaTen Sports AU
Words: 637 words
Tags: Modern au, Sports au, yearning
There are few words to describe the pain of sliding burns from when bare knees scrape against the floor of the rink. One doesn’t bleed from these burns, but one can see how the outer two layers of skin have been peeled off.
There was no time to whine over sliding burns as Tenten re-grabbed her floorball stick she had lost grip over, pushed herself up on both feet and continued running. Only when the whistle sounded, telling everyone it was time to quit the game for the evening, did she stop running and investigated the pale red, somewhat wet-looking burns on her bare knees.
The floorball sessions on Thursday evenings were a highlight of workout and socialisation for fifteen young women in their small town. The games were never performed with blood taste in their mouths or even for the sake of winning, it was for the sake of running and have something fun and sweaty to look forward each week. It was a cheap hobby too, and the club only costed the rent of the hall.
Tenten grabbed her water bottle after looking at her burns, and gorged it down. It had had become warm in temperature already and tasted awful, but her throat was so dry from running and fighting for the airy ball used in floorball that she’d drink anything.
Suddenly something smacked her butt, and she recognised it immediately as Temari’s floorball stick.
“You did well today,” Temari said. “Did it hurt?” Her gaze was fixed on Tenten’s knees.
Tenten looked down at her knees while correcting her two space buns she had put her hair up in for the occasion to get it out of her face.
“Like hell, but it’s fine,” she snorted back, hoping the redness in her face could be exchange with healthy rosy glow from running, and not from happiness that she was perceived by Temari. She had even been smacked on her ass with her stick. Could that mean something? Tenten straightened her back. “You played well too today.”
“Thanks,” Temari said as she put her stick into the bag for it. Her top was low enough to expose a chest shining with sweat and Tenten suddenly regretted her choice to put on a t-shirt instead of a top. She wanted to show off her breasts too. She wanted Temari to notice her, to look at her in that way. She grabbed the end of her stick hard, so hard her knuckles whitened as she shoved it into her own bag. “Got any water to spare?”
Tenten stared at her.
“My water?” She quickly gathered her wits as she reached the bottle over to Temari. “It’s warm though.”
“That’s fine,” Temari said and hungrily drank from Tenten’s bottle, right in front of her.
That had to mean something, right? Especially since Temari’s own bater bottle was visible just a metre behind them, peeking out from her tote bag.
“What about your own?” Tenten asked.
“It’s warm too,” Temari said. “What a pity. Thanks.” She gave the bottle back. “It tasted nice.” You tasted nice was all Tenten could imagine she said.
After staring at Temari collecting her bags and shoes, Tenten couldn’t handle it anymore. For seven months had they met weekly during the floorball sessions and only exchanged a few words here and there, so how could it be that she was fawning over a random woman playing floorball when she barely even knew who Temari was?
“Hey,” Tenten mustered all her courage to say that single word. “Would you like to see me some other time too? Other than next Thursday? It’d be nice to hang out in a café or something…”
Gosh, what weakness was this to become tongue-tied?
Temari raised one corner of her mouth into an arrogant smile.
“I’d like that.”
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Some of my fanon AU about Menma from original art. I’m not good with ideas, as you can see. No me funen.
Their names (starting from left to the right) are: Shikari, Menma, Mitsuki, Inoue, Teru, Kano and Tenma. Nice to meet ya.
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in regards to the shikanejitematen fic potentially involving some d&d: i’m very open to ideas about who’s playing which class, but i do want to specify, i’m not thinking of which classes these characters would be in naruto, i’m thinking about which classes they would want to play.
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