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meme ficlet thingies.
For the dialogue meme, I'm reposting the ficlets I have written so far. Warning, quality differs widely. :p You're still welcome to go back there and give me prompts, I'll see what happens. ^^
Will be trying to write more, trying being the operative word. But it says something that so far it's one of the most successful writing memes I've ever done, and there's only about seven and a half ficlets to show for it. XD;;; (seventh not reposted on account of the boring and the suck and the fact it probably only interests the person who asked for it. ♥jo)
Naruto/Sasuke/Sakura - on adding Sai to the OT3.
"Fuck him if you want, goddamn it! I told you I don't care. Why should I care?"
Naruto snorted. "Oh, please, it's so obvious you care a ton."
"I don't. Go fuck him. He sure begs for it enough."
Sakura frowned sternly. "Sasuke-kun, I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention the way he dresses again. He feels more comfortable like that, it's weird but it's his right."
"Even Yamanaka doesn't bare so much midriff, and you're telling me it's just personal preference?"
Naruto chortled suddenly, breaking Sasuke and Sakura's staring contest. "Oh, Sasuke. You so want him."
"... What."
"You're fixated on his midriff. Fixated! Even I stopped thinking about it like ten seconds after I met him. But you! Hah. It's like you can't get enough of his sexy man-hips, you can't help staring."
"It's horror," Sasuke informed him through gritted teeth.
Naruto kept smirking in a knowing way and didn't bother answering. Sasuke turned his back on him, on them both.
"... Fuck you. Go have sex with him if you want him so much, I don't get why you're even asking me. We're teammates with benefits, not married."
Sakura threw her hands in the air and raged. "Because we love you more than we love Sai and we always will! And he's nothing like you and we know that -- better than you do! We love him because he's Sai, and we love you because you're Sasuke, and it's not just sex with either of you! And we're not fucking teammates with benefits, Sasuke, we're your lovers, and if you belittle it again I swear I'll punch you."
Sasuke stood in silence, jaw clenching, trying to work through his conflicting emotions.
"... I love you, Sasuke. Naruto loves you too. That's never going to stop. Not even if you went away for twenty years. You know that, right?"
He bowed his head, hair hanging in his eyes, still with his back on her. "... Mnh."
"And nothing could replace you. I wasn't trying to replace you when I got with Naruto. Right?"
"Mmh."
"So why do you think we would replace you with Sai? You know he's nothing like you. He's awkward, and gentle, and... really kind of weird, in a way that is totally not Sasuke."
"Also, he actually smiles," Naruto piped up. "Even if it always looks kinda freaky."
Sasuke sighed. "Fine, damn it."
"... So we can date him?"
"Yes," Sasuke growled sulkily.
Sakura beamed. "Great! Let's go this saturday. You're free, Sasuke-kun, right?"
"--hey, wait, I said you could, I didn't say I would!"
Naruto threw an arm around Sasuke's shoulders and hugged him roughly. "Too late! Because you know, we're gonna date him as a team or not at all."
Sakura nodded and stepped up to his other side to take his hand. "I agree. Just the two of us would be too much like cheating. But if you're there, then it will be fine. We're not asking you to become his best friend, just... We won't do that behind your back."
Sasuke let out a sigh, relenting. "... Alright. Alright. Let's try."
Sakura grinned brightly and kissed him on the corner of his lips quicky. Naruto grinned and nuzzled his hair. Sasuke pretended the affection annoyed him, but didn't try to break away.
"Just, can you do me a favor?" Naruto asked.
"... Maybe."
"Kiss him. With tongue. I betcha Sakura-chan creams her shorts."
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Mermaids IN SPACE!-- Alind teasing Vartan about Oriana. (Blue and Darel sneaked in, the sneaky sneaks.)
Chibi crew for reference purposes.
"You know she's about half your age, yes?"
Vartan didn't even pause in his methodical meal preparation. "I'm aware."
Alind faltered for a second when he didn't even seem bothered that she'd noticed their sneaky flirting. Damn. "... Well, good. Just wanted to make sure you knew."
"Yes," he answered blandly, "You never know, I might have suffered from an inability to do simple mathematics. Thank you for being so considerate."
In the common room, someone snickered. Alind's brow furrowed. This was not going according to plan.
"Alind is just jealous, man," Darel said, popping up in the doorway. "She hasn't had a good lay in like half of forever."
Alind snorted disdainfully. Darel waggled his eyebrows and tried to look suave.
"You know, an old guy like him, he might have trouble starting the engine, huh? But someone like you, you need it raring to go at a moment's notice."
"I have that already. It's called a vibrator. And its batteries never die after two minutes."
Darel's smile turned sullen. "... Bitch. I can so last way longer than two minutes."
Vartan sighed and picked up his biggest cooking knife. "I'll be much obliged if you'd go and be hormonal elsewhere."
"Man, what are you doing wasting weeks and weeks trying to hook up with some chick in her twenties if your underwear buddy is already all dried up?"
Alind snorted. "You know, when you asked Dhaval the other day why no girl ever wants to date you? That's why."
"-- hey, how'd you hear that? It was a secret!"
"Then don't talk around air vent, stupid."
Vartan sighed, took them each by a shoulder, turned them around and nudged them out.
"Hey, don't treat me like a kid!" Darel protested. Vartan didn't seem to notice as his eyes scanned the common room.
"Blue?"
Blue hit pause on his videogame. "Yeah?"
"Would you keep them distracted until I'm done with dinner?"
"... Sure. But you'll owe me."
"Pear cookies?"
Blue smirked. "That works. Come here, kids, come to papa."
Alind glared at him, but Blue only smirked harder.
"Hey, Darel, I beat your high score at Kickass Kombat."
"What? Hell you did!" Darel tore the controller away from him and started toggling through the options, offended. Blue reclined in his seat and looked up at the blonde, smug and amused.
"So what's this I hear about you having a crush on Vartan?"
"...Oh, fuck you. I'm going to read engine output data, it'll be more fun."
She stormed out; not quite fast enough to avoid hearing Blue's satisfied "Easiest cookies I ever earned."
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Firefly/Gundam Wing crossover - Mal Reynolds, Duo Maxwell, stowing away
"You ain't making a convincing argument on me not shooting you full of holes."
"Ooh, you want me to convince you not to shoot! Well gee, I dunno. We're in a spaceship. A bullet ricochets off my bone, pierces a pipe, gas leaks in, we all die. Easy as pie."
Mal cocked his gun. "... Okay, you might have a point. A point as to how perhaps I should just kick you out of the airlock instead."
"Not a bad idea." The stowaway grinned, full of teeth. "Would also spare you the cost of a bullet!"
"... Are you trying to get me to shoot you?"
"Naw. I'm trying to get you to try to shoot me. Big difference."
Mal nodded. "Yeah, you're trying to get me to shoot you all right."
The stowaway chuckled, and then sighed and seemed to settle down a bit, reclining against the wall. Mal didn't trust any of it. Guy who didn't even have the decency to look slightly nervous with a gun aimed at his guts was not a guy to be trusted.
"Naw, seriously, I'm not worth a bullet. Also, the blood would be a bitch to clean."
"And so we're back to our friend the airlock."
The guy grinned in honest amusement. Well gee, Mal always liked his quips to be appreciated, but there was something a mite unsettling about how not-serious-like he took it nonetheless.
"Get the feeling you ain't taking this quite serious."
"Oh, I'm taking you plenty serious."
"Yet I notice you ain't, oh, I dunno, groveling for stowing away on my boat, or offering money so I don't boot you overboard, or building some big grand lie about how you're the only one as knows where some lost treasure ship floats away in the black."
The kid gave him a considering hum. "I don't grovel very well. And I'm pretty broke at the moment. The treasure ship, though -- Hmm. Not really the kind of riches you can pile up and roll in."
He scrutinized Mal for another couple of seconds, nodded decisively to himself, and smiled. "Name's Duo Maxwell. How would you like an invisibility cloak for your ship?"
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Teamwork - T7 & kids & spoons (warning for lame.)
"I dunno, mom. Why would I take so many spoons?"
"That's what I'm asking, mister. Are you sure it wasn't you?"
"Well, yes, unless I'm sleepwalking again but even then I don't see what I'd do with spoons. Did you ask Aoru?"
"Not me, nuh-huh, why'd I take some stupid spoons?"
"She's got a point, if she got into the table things you'd have to count the knives."
"Don't give her ideas, Naruto. Fine, it wasn't either of you. Honey? Did you--"
"Why are you accusing me? Why would I want spoons?!"
"Hey, we've got to ask. You'll notice we asked your siblings too, it's not just you. Calm down, alright?"
"But you stared at me. Why don't you ask Aoru again? Everyone knows she's a liar."
"Hey! None of that."
"I'm not a liar! M-moooom!"
"And now she's making like she's crying, see, she smirked at me!"
"Aw come on--"
"YOU're the lying liar!"
"Kids--"
"ENOUGH. Everyone shut up. Now, I don't care who took the stupid spoons or why, but I want them to be back in their drawer before dinner."
"Dismissed."
"Naruto, I heard you. ...Go play outside or something."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am. Coming, bratlings?"
"... No."
"Aw, you sure? -- fine, fine, don't glare at me like that. Okay, dad, I'm coming. We've got the sandcaste of doom to finish, don't we?"
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In the backyard, Sasuke winced and started dismantling his sandy outpost's catapults.
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Teamwork - Ino & Temari about Shikamaru
"Do you want me to stop seeing Shika?"
Ino tensed, kept her face carefully blank. "It's not my place to tell you so, is it? It's his choice."
Temari stepped up to the end of the counter and leaned an elbow on it, making Ino feel boxed in, and drawled, a bit mocking, "I didn't say I'd stop seeing him if you told me to."
Ino stiffened. "So you want to know what I think, but you're not going to take it into account. Gee, thanks."
Temari smirked. Ino felt like bristling; instead she went back to sorting flowers into piles on the end of the counter.
"Why do you bother asking?"
"Didn't say it wouldn't do anything. Just that I'm not going to dump him just because you ask."
Ino slanted her an angry look. "I don't care whether he fucks you or not. As long as he doesn't bring back a disease."
She'd been hoping to anger her, at least a little, but Temari only smirked more widely. "Scared of the Sand Bends? Bit late for that, hon."
Ino started at the unexpected pet name, turned to stare at her. Temari had abandoned her post, stalked closer with long, elastic steps.
She leaned into Ino's space right there in full view of the front window and whispered in her ear, "Or did you forget?"
Ino flushed despite herself. Argh! She couldn't let Temari get to her! She was just trying to take Shika away, with her... legs, and her lips, and her breath against Ino's ear, and that insinuating tone...
She fought not to remember that time in detail. Temari was right, if there had been a disease to pick up, Ino wouldn't have needed Shikamaru as intermediary. Because they'd -- "... Who knows what you picked up since then?" she managed to say, airy and just a tiny bit flustered.
Temari leaned in and bit her earlobe. Ino gasped, nipples painfully tight all of a sudden behind her flowershop apron.
"I could show you," she invited, deep voice deceptively soft. Ino shivered all over.
"-- I don't know if you've noticed -- but. He's not here."
And she minded, she minded a hell of a lot, because Shikamaru was her friend and teammate and potential boyfriend, and Temari was the girl who was better than Ino at everything and might take him away for good instead of only part-time, and she wasn't going to even look at Temari twice if she didn't have to when Shikamaru wasn't concerned.
And it didn't make things clench and warm in her belly when she thought of Temari's hands ruffling up her skirt.
"He's not here, yeah. But he'll be here soon. We should work on getting along, hm?"
Ino bristled again. The superiority dripping from those words...! She faced Temari fully -- nose to nose, way inside her space but she wasn't going to back down. "I'll get along with you as far as I need to, and not an inch further!" she snapped, finally drawing that line in the sand. Because Temari knew perfectly well Ino didn't like her even though Ino was social enough not to say it point blank, and she kept pushing and pushing and that was enough.
Temari was staring at her with disturbing intensity, eyes glittering -- challenge.
Interest.
"... fair enough... So how far do you need to? In bed, for sure..." she said, voice low, laughing like a purr.
Ino clenched her fists and denied that other things were tightening along with them.
"Will you be polite out of it? ... Do you think he can't tell you don't like me?"
Ino's upper lip curled up in a sneer. "I was trying not to throw it in his face. It's called being polite."
"Don't do it anymore," Temari said, suddenly serious. "I like you better when you snipe than when you swallow it."
And then two hands slipped around her waist, settled on her ass, pulled her flush against Temari's body. Belly to belly, chest to chest, breasts pressed tight together, and Temari leaned in and kissed her, her tongue teasing Ino's lips right there at the counter where anyone could see.
Ino gasped, pushed against Temari's shoulder to keep her at bay, but the surprise tightened their grasp, and then she felt nails against the back of her thigh.
She was kissing back, she realized with a gasp, and broke away except there were those hands and that challenging look that meant she couldn't run. And she hissed, wound wiry dirty-blond hair around her fingers and tugged. "You--"
Temari laughed, low and knowing, and whispered against Ino's lips, "Shh, he's coming. Make it look pretty."
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Half a ficlet! Teamwork, Jin and Sai.
"Aren't you on the wrong side?"
Jin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience. He had taken to visiting the bathhouse outside of rush hours to avoid just this sort of comment, but inevitably -- inevitably -- someone would question his right to be on the men's side, if only with a doubletake or a dive for the closest implement to hide their genitals with.
Well, at least until he got naked. So since he was in the process of disrobing anyway, he turned around to face the guy and dropped his pants.
"No. Other questions?"
The young man gave his groin a blank, considering look, and then smiled in a way so fake Jin's teacher would probably have hit him over the head with her fan if she'd been around, no matter that he was a total stranger. "Oh. Indeed. My apologies."
Jin gave a disdainful sniff and took off his shirt, which he folded with the rest of his things in a locker. Weirdo.
(and then I got stuck, woe.)
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Hinata, Sakura, boobs. mm fanservice.
"--Um."
Hinata blinked up at Sakura, and then blinked down at where Sakura was staring -- Hinata's hands, disappearing up her own shirt. "Ah."
"Am I bothering you?" Sakura asked with a strange look on her face.
Hinata blushed beet red and tore her hands out of her t-shirt. "No! No, I wasn't -- Sakura-san! I wouldn't, it's a locker room -- I would never...!"
Sakura giggled behind her hand and stepped in the locker room, closing the door behind her. "I was just teasing you. You didn't look like you were having much fun anyway. Bra problems?"
"Not really, I was just -- I mean -- it aches." Hinata sighed and gave the underside of her breast a discreet rub. "I've been sore all week..."
Sakura opened a locker beside Hinata's and undid the buckles on the side of her skirt. "Your period?"
"No, no..." Hinata blushed in embarrassment and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Sakura gave her a frank, matter-of-fact look.
"Did you get hit in the chest? I could take a look," she offered, taking a step closer.
"No hitting, it was just... We've been doing a lot of tree-running recently."
Sakura tilted her head, not getting the hint that Hinata had thought obvious.
"And, um, well. It was a lot of jumping. And... bouncing. And my bras are good, but there are limits to..."
"--Oh." Sakura muttered under her breath, "Never had that problem," sounding vaguely envious. Hinata hung her head.
"So, it's nothing to worry about. It'll pass."
"Yeah, until tomorrow when you have to bounce up and down trees again," Sakura said dryly.
"Well... I just have to get used to it, I guess. I mean, it isn't like they will get any smaller anyway -- um. Sakura-san?"
Sakura had just stepped behind her and tugged Hinata's shirt up over her chest. Hinata eeped.
"It's not as if you'd gotten kicked, but it's still cumulative stress the tissues don't need," she informed Hinata, green-glowing hands coming around to hover by Hinata's ribs just under her breasts. "I'll see what I can do, okay?"
Blushing, Hinata lifted her arms out of the way as the green chakra seeped into her skin, evacuating tension and stress toxins she hadn't even been aware were piling up. Peering over Hinata's shoulder, Sakura slid her hands up, curving them, still not quite touching the skin.
"Hm, starting to develop micro-tears here. That's not good, Hinata-san. Have you tried bandages?"
"I have to pull them on really tight if I want them to do anything, and then it hurts -- ah."
Sakura tilted her head and regarded the stiffening nipple brushing against her palm with detached attention. Hinata's face caught on fire.
"... You know, if I want my chakra to penetrate all the way through, I only see one solution."
Sakura cupped Hinata's breasts from underneath, lifting them up. Hinata fought not to squirm.
"--Whoa."
"W-what is it?"
Sakura giggled suddenly, a grin breaking out of her professional expression. "Aheh, nothing, it's just that I never realized how heavy they were." She massaged them gently, chakra seeping deeper still. Hinata bit her lip. "I know my body type is supposedly more practical, but with a teacher like Tsunade-sama it's hard to really believe it, you know? I mean, she doesn't use a bra at all and until now I'd never realized how strange it really was."
"Well -- she's a great healer," Hinata said.
Sakura gave a little amused snort. "Yes, she'd have to be."
Hinata turned her head a little to offer Sakura a smile, and shivered when Sakura's breath ghosted across her lips. Sakura smiled back, and then glanced down, a little chagrined. Then she lifted Hinata's breasts again, pressing them together gently.
"... Do you mind if I pretend I actually have cleavage a little bit longer?"
Hinata closed her eyes briefly. "... No, it's okay," she said, and leaned back against Sakura's slender body just a tiny bit.
Will be trying to write more, trying being the operative word. But it says something that so far it's one of the most successful writing memes I've ever done, and there's only about seven and a half ficlets to show for it. XD;;; (seventh not reposted on account of the boring and the suck and the fact it probably only interests the person who asked for it. ♥jo)
Naruto/Sasuke/Sakura - on adding Sai to the OT3.
"Fuck him if you want, goddamn it! I told you I don't care. Why should I care?"
Naruto snorted. "Oh, please, it's so obvious you care a ton."
"I don't. Go fuck him. He sure begs for it enough."
Sakura frowned sternly. "Sasuke-kun, I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention the way he dresses again. He feels more comfortable like that, it's weird but it's his right."
"Even Yamanaka doesn't bare so much midriff, and you're telling me it's just personal preference?"
Naruto chortled suddenly, breaking Sasuke and Sakura's staring contest. "Oh, Sasuke. You so want him."
"... What."
"You're fixated on his midriff. Fixated! Even I stopped thinking about it like ten seconds after I met him. But you! Hah. It's like you can't get enough of his sexy man-hips, you can't help staring."
"It's horror," Sasuke informed him through gritted teeth.
Naruto kept smirking in a knowing way and didn't bother answering. Sasuke turned his back on him, on them both.
"... Fuck you. Go have sex with him if you want him so much, I don't get why you're even asking me. We're teammates with benefits, not married."
Sakura threw her hands in the air and raged. "Because we love you more than we love Sai and we always will! And he's nothing like you and we know that -- better than you do! We love him because he's Sai, and we love you because you're Sasuke, and it's not just sex with either of you! And we're not fucking teammates with benefits, Sasuke, we're your lovers, and if you belittle it again I swear I'll punch you."
Sasuke stood in silence, jaw clenching, trying to work through his conflicting emotions.
"... I love you, Sasuke. Naruto loves you too. That's never going to stop. Not even if you went away for twenty years. You know that, right?"
He bowed his head, hair hanging in his eyes, still with his back on her. "... Mnh."
"And nothing could replace you. I wasn't trying to replace you when I got with Naruto. Right?"
"Mmh."
"So why do you think we would replace you with Sai? You know he's nothing like you. He's awkward, and gentle, and... really kind of weird, in a way that is totally not Sasuke."
"Also, he actually smiles," Naruto piped up. "Even if it always looks kinda freaky."
Sasuke sighed. "Fine, damn it."
"... So we can date him?"
"Yes," Sasuke growled sulkily.
Sakura beamed. "Great! Let's go this saturday. You're free, Sasuke-kun, right?"
"--hey, wait, I said you could, I didn't say I would!"
Naruto threw an arm around Sasuke's shoulders and hugged him roughly. "Too late! Because you know, we're gonna date him as a team or not at all."
Sakura nodded and stepped up to his other side to take his hand. "I agree. Just the two of us would be too much like cheating. But if you're there, then it will be fine. We're not asking you to become his best friend, just... We won't do that behind your back."
Sasuke let out a sigh, relenting. "... Alright. Alright. Let's try."
Sakura grinned brightly and kissed him on the corner of his lips quicky. Naruto grinned and nuzzled his hair. Sasuke pretended the affection annoyed him, but didn't try to break away.
"Just, can you do me a favor?" Naruto asked.
"... Maybe."
"Kiss him. With tongue. I betcha Sakura-chan creams her shorts."
Mermaids IN SPACE!-- Alind teasing Vartan about Oriana. (Blue and Darel sneaked in, the sneaky sneaks.)
Chibi crew for reference purposes.
"You know she's about half your age, yes?"
Vartan didn't even pause in his methodical meal preparation. "I'm aware."
Alind faltered for a second when he didn't even seem bothered that she'd noticed their sneaky flirting. Damn. "... Well, good. Just wanted to make sure you knew."
"Yes," he answered blandly, "You never know, I might have suffered from an inability to do simple mathematics. Thank you for being so considerate."
In the common room, someone snickered. Alind's brow furrowed. This was not going according to plan.
"Alind is just jealous, man," Darel said, popping up in the doorway. "She hasn't had a good lay in like half of forever."
Alind snorted disdainfully. Darel waggled his eyebrows and tried to look suave.
"You know, an old guy like him, he might have trouble starting the engine, huh? But someone like you, you need it raring to go at a moment's notice."
"I have that already. It's called a vibrator. And its batteries never die after two minutes."
Darel's smile turned sullen. "... Bitch. I can so last way longer than two minutes."
Vartan sighed and picked up his biggest cooking knife. "I'll be much obliged if you'd go and be hormonal elsewhere."
"Man, what are you doing wasting weeks and weeks trying to hook up with some chick in her twenties if your underwear buddy is already all dried up?"
Alind snorted. "You know, when you asked Dhaval the other day why no girl ever wants to date you? That's why."
"-- hey, how'd you hear that? It was a secret!"
"Then don't talk around air vent, stupid."
Vartan sighed, took them each by a shoulder, turned them around and nudged them out.
"Hey, don't treat me like a kid!" Darel protested. Vartan didn't seem to notice as his eyes scanned the common room.
"Blue?"
Blue hit pause on his videogame. "Yeah?"
"Would you keep them distracted until I'm done with dinner?"
"... Sure. But you'll owe me."
"Pear cookies?"
Blue smirked. "That works. Come here, kids, come to papa."
Alind glared at him, but Blue only smirked harder.
"Hey, Darel, I beat your high score at Kickass Kombat."
"What? Hell you did!" Darel tore the controller away from him and started toggling through the options, offended. Blue reclined in his seat and looked up at the blonde, smug and amused.
"So what's this I hear about you having a crush on Vartan?"
"...Oh, fuck you. I'm going to read engine output data, it'll be more fun."
She stormed out; not quite fast enough to avoid hearing Blue's satisfied "Easiest cookies I ever earned."
Firefly/Gundam Wing crossover - Mal Reynolds, Duo Maxwell, stowing away
"You ain't making a convincing argument on me not shooting you full of holes."
"Ooh, you want me to convince you not to shoot! Well gee, I dunno. We're in a spaceship. A bullet ricochets off my bone, pierces a pipe, gas leaks in, we all die. Easy as pie."
Mal cocked his gun. "... Okay, you might have a point. A point as to how perhaps I should just kick you out of the airlock instead."
"Not a bad idea." The stowaway grinned, full of teeth. "Would also spare you the cost of a bullet!"
"... Are you trying to get me to shoot you?"
"Naw. I'm trying to get you to try to shoot me. Big difference."
Mal nodded. "Yeah, you're trying to get me to shoot you all right."
The stowaway chuckled, and then sighed and seemed to settle down a bit, reclining against the wall. Mal didn't trust any of it. Guy who didn't even have the decency to look slightly nervous with a gun aimed at his guts was not a guy to be trusted.
"Naw, seriously, I'm not worth a bullet. Also, the blood would be a bitch to clean."
"And so we're back to our friend the airlock."
The guy grinned in honest amusement. Well gee, Mal always liked his quips to be appreciated, but there was something a mite unsettling about how not-serious-like he took it nonetheless.
"Get the feeling you ain't taking this quite serious."
"Oh, I'm taking you plenty serious."
"Yet I notice you ain't, oh, I dunno, groveling for stowing away on my boat, or offering money so I don't boot you overboard, or building some big grand lie about how you're the only one as knows where some lost treasure ship floats away in the black."
The kid gave him a considering hum. "I don't grovel very well. And I'm pretty broke at the moment. The treasure ship, though -- Hmm. Not really the kind of riches you can pile up and roll in."
He scrutinized Mal for another couple of seconds, nodded decisively to himself, and smiled. "Name's Duo Maxwell. How would you like an invisibility cloak for your ship?"
Teamwork - T7 & kids & spoons (warning for lame.)
"I dunno, mom. Why would I take so many spoons?"
"That's what I'm asking, mister. Are you sure it wasn't you?"
"Well, yes, unless I'm sleepwalking again but even then I don't see what I'd do with spoons. Did you ask Aoru?"
"Not me, nuh-huh, why'd I take some stupid spoons?"
"She's got a point, if she got into the table things you'd have to count the knives."
"Don't give her ideas, Naruto. Fine, it wasn't either of you. Honey? Did you--"
"Why are you accusing me? Why would I want spoons?!"
"Hey, we've got to ask. You'll notice we asked your siblings too, it's not just you. Calm down, alright?"
"But you stared at me. Why don't you ask Aoru again? Everyone knows she's a liar."
"Hey! None of that."
"I'm not a liar! M-moooom!"
"And now she's making like she's crying, see, she smirked at me!"
"Aw come on--"
"YOU're the lying liar!"
"Kids--"
"ENOUGH. Everyone shut up. Now, I don't care who took the stupid spoons or why, but I want them to be back in their drawer before dinner."
"Dismissed."
"Naruto, I heard you. ...Go play outside or something."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am. Coming, bratlings?"
"... No."
"Aw, you sure? -- fine, fine, don't glare at me like that. Okay, dad, I'm coming. We've got the sandcaste of doom to finish, don't we?"
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In the backyard, Sasuke winced and started dismantling his sandy outpost's catapults.
Teamwork - Ino & Temari about Shikamaru
"Do you want me to stop seeing Shika?"
Ino tensed, kept her face carefully blank. "It's not my place to tell you so, is it? It's his choice."
Temari stepped up to the end of the counter and leaned an elbow on it, making Ino feel boxed in, and drawled, a bit mocking, "I didn't say I'd stop seeing him if you told me to."
Ino stiffened. "So you want to know what I think, but you're not going to take it into account. Gee, thanks."
Temari smirked. Ino felt like bristling; instead she went back to sorting flowers into piles on the end of the counter.
"Why do you bother asking?"
"Didn't say it wouldn't do anything. Just that I'm not going to dump him just because you ask."
Ino slanted her an angry look. "I don't care whether he fucks you or not. As long as he doesn't bring back a disease."
She'd been hoping to anger her, at least a little, but Temari only smirked more widely. "Scared of the Sand Bends? Bit late for that, hon."
Ino started at the unexpected pet name, turned to stare at her. Temari had abandoned her post, stalked closer with long, elastic steps.
She leaned into Ino's space right there in full view of the front window and whispered in her ear, "Or did you forget?"
Ino flushed despite herself. Argh! She couldn't let Temari get to her! She was just trying to take Shika away, with her... legs, and her lips, and her breath against Ino's ear, and that insinuating tone...
She fought not to remember that time in detail. Temari was right, if there had been a disease to pick up, Ino wouldn't have needed Shikamaru as intermediary. Because they'd -- "... Who knows what you picked up since then?" she managed to say, airy and just a tiny bit flustered.
Temari leaned in and bit her earlobe. Ino gasped, nipples painfully tight all of a sudden behind her flowershop apron.
"I could show you," she invited, deep voice deceptively soft. Ino shivered all over.
"-- I don't know if you've noticed -- but. He's not here."
And she minded, she minded a hell of a lot, because Shikamaru was her friend and teammate and potential boyfriend, and Temari was the girl who was better than Ino at everything and might take him away for good instead of only part-time, and she wasn't going to even look at Temari twice if she didn't have to when Shikamaru wasn't concerned.
And it didn't make things clench and warm in her belly when she thought of Temari's hands ruffling up her skirt.
"He's not here, yeah. But he'll be here soon. We should work on getting along, hm?"
Ino bristled again. The superiority dripping from those words...! She faced Temari fully -- nose to nose, way inside her space but she wasn't going to back down. "I'll get along with you as far as I need to, and not an inch further!" she snapped, finally drawing that line in the sand. Because Temari knew perfectly well Ino didn't like her even though Ino was social enough not to say it point blank, and she kept pushing and pushing and that was enough.
Temari was staring at her with disturbing intensity, eyes glittering -- challenge.
Interest.
"... fair enough... So how far do you need to? In bed, for sure..." she said, voice low, laughing like a purr.
Ino clenched her fists and denied that other things were tightening along with them.
"Will you be polite out of it? ... Do you think he can't tell you don't like me?"
Ino's upper lip curled up in a sneer. "I was trying not to throw it in his face. It's called being polite."
"Don't do it anymore," Temari said, suddenly serious. "I like you better when you snipe than when you swallow it."
And then two hands slipped around her waist, settled on her ass, pulled her flush against Temari's body. Belly to belly, chest to chest, breasts pressed tight together, and Temari leaned in and kissed her, her tongue teasing Ino's lips right there at the counter where anyone could see.
Ino gasped, pushed against Temari's shoulder to keep her at bay, but the surprise tightened their grasp, and then she felt nails against the back of her thigh.
She was kissing back, she realized with a gasp, and broke away except there were those hands and that challenging look that meant she couldn't run. And she hissed, wound wiry dirty-blond hair around her fingers and tugged. "You--"
Temari laughed, low and knowing, and whispered against Ino's lips, "Shh, he's coming. Make it look pretty."
Half a ficlet! Teamwork, Jin and Sai.
"Aren't you on the wrong side?"
Jin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience. He had taken to visiting the bathhouse outside of rush hours to avoid just this sort of comment, but inevitably -- inevitably -- someone would question his right to be on the men's side, if only with a doubletake or a dive for the closest implement to hide their genitals with.
Well, at least until he got naked. So since he was in the process of disrobing anyway, he turned around to face the guy and dropped his pants.
"No. Other questions?"
The young man gave his groin a blank, considering look, and then smiled in a way so fake Jin's teacher would probably have hit him over the head with her fan if she'd been around, no matter that he was a total stranger. "Oh. Indeed. My apologies."
Jin gave a disdainful sniff and took off his shirt, which he folded with the rest of his things in a locker. Weirdo.
(and then I got stuck, woe.)
Hinata, Sakura, boobs. mm fanservice.
"--Um."
Hinata blinked up at Sakura, and then blinked down at where Sakura was staring -- Hinata's hands, disappearing up her own shirt. "Ah."
"Am I bothering you?" Sakura asked with a strange look on her face.
Hinata blushed beet red and tore her hands out of her t-shirt. "No! No, I wasn't -- Sakura-san! I wouldn't, it's a locker room -- I would never...!"
Sakura giggled behind her hand and stepped in the locker room, closing the door behind her. "I was just teasing you. You didn't look like you were having much fun anyway. Bra problems?"
"Not really, I was just -- I mean -- it aches." Hinata sighed and gave the underside of her breast a discreet rub. "I've been sore all week..."
Sakura opened a locker beside Hinata's and undid the buckles on the side of her skirt. "Your period?"
"No, no..." Hinata blushed in embarrassment and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Sakura gave her a frank, matter-of-fact look.
"Did you get hit in the chest? I could take a look," she offered, taking a step closer.
"No hitting, it was just... We've been doing a lot of tree-running recently."
Sakura tilted her head, not getting the hint that Hinata had thought obvious.
"And, um, well. It was a lot of jumping. And... bouncing. And my bras are good, but there are limits to..."
"--Oh." Sakura muttered under her breath, "Never had that problem," sounding vaguely envious. Hinata hung her head.
"So, it's nothing to worry about. It'll pass."
"Yeah, until tomorrow when you have to bounce up and down trees again," Sakura said dryly.
"Well... I just have to get used to it, I guess. I mean, it isn't like they will get any smaller anyway -- um. Sakura-san?"
Sakura had just stepped behind her and tugged Hinata's shirt up over her chest. Hinata eeped.
"It's not as if you'd gotten kicked, but it's still cumulative stress the tissues don't need," she informed Hinata, green-glowing hands coming around to hover by Hinata's ribs just under her breasts. "I'll see what I can do, okay?"
Blushing, Hinata lifted her arms out of the way as the green chakra seeped into her skin, evacuating tension and stress toxins she hadn't even been aware were piling up. Peering over Hinata's shoulder, Sakura slid her hands up, curving them, still not quite touching the skin.
"Hm, starting to develop micro-tears here. That's not good, Hinata-san. Have you tried bandages?"
"I have to pull them on really tight if I want them to do anything, and then it hurts -- ah."
Sakura tilted her head and regarded the stiffening nipple brushing against her palm with detached attention. Hinata's face caught on fire.
"... You know, if I want my chakra to penetrate all the way through, I only see one solution."
Sakura cupped Hinata's breasts from underneath, lifting them up. Hinata fought not to squirm.
"--Whoa."
"W-what is it?"
Sakura giggled suddenly, a grin breaking out of her professional expression. "Aheh, nothing, it's just that I never realized how heavy they were." She massaged them gently, chakra seeping deeper still. Hinata bit her lip. "I know my body type is supposedly more practical, but with a teacher like Tsunade-sama it's hard to really believe it, you know? I mean, she doesn't use a bra at all and until now I'd never realized how strange it really was."
"Well -- she's a great healer," Hinata said.
Sakura gave a little amused snort. "Yes, she'd have to be."
Hinata turned her head a little to offer Sakura a smile, and shivered when Sakura's breath ghosted across her lips. Sakura smiled back, and then glanced down, a little chagrined. Then she lifted Hinata's breasts again, pressing them together gently.
"... Do you mind if I pretend I actually have cleavage a little bit longer?"
Hinata closed her eyes briefly. "... No, it's okay," she said, and leaned back against Sakura's slender body just a tiny bit.
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Sakura tilted her head and regarded the stiffening nipple brushing against her palm with detached attention. Hinata's face caught on fire.
Oh dear god. alkjasldkajsd that was insanely good. And in character too! Seriously, Sakura... I am so with you right now... daaaamn.
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Glad you enjoyed it. *waggles eyebrows* mmmmfanservice.
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I'm not entirely sure why that line fills me with pure glee, but it does. XD (And I can clearly hear every word Mal says in Nathan Fillion's voice. ♥ SO AWESOME. Best crossover ever.)
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Oh man, mal's voice, I need more research. I think in a longer fic it would BREAK me to keep it going. XDD;;;
Yay! you're back ^^ *squishloves*
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Thank you for the comment, dearest, I'm glad to see it was appreciated. Ufufufu. *ponders more sakuhina scenarios*
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it really sucks i can't continue it for the moment, i think it has the potential to be so hilarious but the inspiration just won't come. T__T *dry*
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Oh Hinata
Um
Incoherent fangirling goes here *fans self*
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♥
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Oh yeah, this is Sesshy81 btw. Finally have my own LJ Just got it set up today. Not much there yet. In truly hilarious Rock Lee style: YOSH! THE FLAMES OF YOUTH HAVE NOT ABANDONED ME!
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Hehe ^^ Welcome to LJ! ^____________^
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I also hope that the first ficlet is just crack!
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