askerian | Blah writing meme plz.

So. I want to write team Seven stuff. NaruSasuSaku woohoo. But my current fics aren't talking. And I've got one of those "can't string ideas together aaa" writer's block, where I have vague and nebulous ideas and they don't want to come together smart-like.

I have no idea how far it'll go, I might crash or my inspiration might fail to even start up, but if you guys would suggest topics of conversation between team seven members (like "dishes" or "dalmatians" or "death"), or maybe about team seven (depends how well i can write the character requested), and maybe moods, or a couple of words to include, I'd be grateful. I really need to kickstart that bitch.

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leilia: Ramen

monique_27: Kiba and Naruto on OT3

shadowedsolace: Laundry Day (X33333)

edit: august 25: i was hoping to keep writing today but i'm exhausted. tomorrow? ~___~;;; there's quite a few prompts i really want to try. also feel free to keep suggesting stuff. not sure i'll get to everything or even half of everything, but, you know. It ain't closed yet.

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"You know, it's not gonna hold on unless I get, um, creative," Naruto said as he contemplated the padded hole, eyebrows waggling happily.

Sasuke sighed.

After a moment, Naruto sighed, too. Okay, it was a little funny. The prank war that had escalated all through the day had been really funny too. Up until Sakura came home and told them all the wood would be fine but the walls would have to get repapered and if she didn't wash the textile stuff right now the stains would never ever leave. Like... ever. But she would totally make them attempt to get them out anyway, if she couldn't, until the cloth disintegrated completely.

He came around the table and slumped on the wooden bench Sasuke was sitting on. It was narrow, but all the other chairs were guaranteed to freeze his bare ass and he wasn't in the mood. After a companionable exchange of rib nudges via half-hearted elbows, they settled down together, shoulder pressed to shoulder.

Sasuke was wearing a very fetching skirt made out of two aprons tied together, but Naruto didn't have the heart to tease him about them just yet.

"We're in the doghouse, huh?"

Sasuke gave him a long, cynical look. "It's not even the doghouse at this point; it's the kitten sack, last stop before the river."

Naruto made a face. "Maybe not that bad..."

"We got her brand-new blouse she bought especially for Ino's party."

"... Okay, yeah. That bad."

He eyed Sasuke's handmade skirt in speculation. Sasuke arched a questioning eyebrow.

"So, if you had to choose between a couple of weeks in the kitten-sack and a small evening of total humiliation...?"

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Sakura came home late, lugging a whole wheelbarrow of mostly-dry linens and about half her wardrobe. Sasuke's and Naruto's would have to soak until tomorrow.

Goddamnit, she was exhausted. Exhausted. More mentally than physically, though her medic-nin status couldn't entirely fix the soreness of muscles she rarely used in that way, and for so long.

She walked through the front door, scanning the living room with a jaundiced eye. It was dark inside, all the blinds closed. At least they'd righted all the furniture and scrubbed the floors; she didn't think she'd ever seen them so clean since the day the three of them moved in.

A heavenly smell was rising from the kitchen. She hesitated. She was hungry, but she really wasn't sure if she wanted to see their faces right now.

That sudden burst of hurried whispering needed investigation, though. Frowning in a forbidding way, Sakura made her way to the kitchen door.

Sasuke's hair was gathered in a tiny, poofy ponytail at the back of his head with one of her sparkly hair ties. It underlined the clean line of his cheekbones, bared his nape in a surprisingly delicious way.

Naruto was wearing one of her Alice bands. She didn't think she'd ever seen him looking so cute, which looked kind of out of place on his much broadened shoulders.

Granted, the frilly, delicate shoulder straps of the apron he was wearing didn't help much with that. It had been a gag gift from Tenten when they moved in, something straight out of a maid fantasy.

The lines of Sasuke's apron were much simpler -- it had more cloth, as well. She actually used that one, from time to time.

That didn't change the fact that neither of them was wearing anything else. Apart from some of Sasuke's spare arm-warmers, which she had never hidden her attraction to. Naruto's were more like fingerless gloves, stopping just under his elbows; Sasuke's went up to mid-biceps, and only underlined the fine musculature there.

They were also kneeling on the floor, looking up at her, with very fetching blushes on their faces, even Naruto's more assured one.

"Welcome home, Mistress," they chimed, one with slightly less enthusiasm than the other one, but just as dutifully.

... She could bet she knew what the argument had been about now.

She couldn't help it -- she laughed. It was hot as hell, but also totally over the top. "You two are ridiculous."

Sasuke gave a snort of rueful agreement. Naruto looked hopeful. "Does that mean we can get dressed?"

With deliberate slowness, Sakura sat down at the table, swung up her feet, and placed a booted heel on the edge of the table.

"Dream on, Maid-chan."

*wibble-laugh* I loved it.

Haha awesome! Now, of course, I have the vivid image of Naruto and Sasuke with Sakura's hair things that just won't go away!

These sort of random shenanigans make my day ^.~ Thanks.

omg ilu

*morning coffee meet monitor*

This was just too, too perfect!

Blah writing meme plz.

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