Drabble(?) - The Apron
I have just recently come to discover the difference between blonde/blond & brunette/brunet. D: I FEEL RETARDED. But I don't care enough to go back and fix everything. xD Bwahaha. I'll just fix my drabble thing. WHICH I STILL IN NEED OF A TITLE FOR. & which kinda fails under the ranking as 'drabble' D:
So, uh. WHATEVER. I wrote Lavie a new one. Because she's suppose to draw a scene from the last one. D: It takes her a while, apparently.
How does 'Living Arrangements' sound for a title? D: I know I suck at titles. xD Gimme a better one!
So uh, this here's the conversation that inspired this:
LAVIE: I WASN'T REALLY THINKING ABOUT THE WEDDING; more like, domestic living together stuff. only Naruto would be sitting on the couch watching football and eating ramen. poor Wifesuke~ xD
ME: BWAHAHAHA. <3 I can see Naruto be into football of the soccer kind, but not football football. D: I DON'T KNOW. IT DOES NOT COMPUTE. xDD >.> omg Wifesuke & his apron. He'd so have an apron. xDDD
LAVIE: BUT SERIOUSLY? can't you just see Naru inviting 'the guys' over to watch monday night football and Sasuke is in the kitchen making them nachos?? xDDDD IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER IN MY HEAD~ and yes. Wifesuke must have a little apron with tomatoes on it.
ME: BWAHAHAHA. MAYBE~ Or maybe... hockey... >.> omg what is my refusal of football? xDD BWAHAHA. Yes, Naruto would give it to him, and make him wear it. xDD
LAVIE: WHICH WOULD UNDOUBTEDLY RESULT IN ANOTHER FIGHT LOVING ARGUMENT? xD
ME: YES. YES IT WOULD. It's what they do best. xDD
LAVIE: that's why we love them~
Oh snap, do we cap lock our conversations. xD
Okay, so here's a doodle of THE apron. xD
Drabble One - Grocery Shopping
Drabble Two - Squabbles
Drabbles(?): 3/?
Title: The Apron
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: NaruxSasu(ish)
Rating: I vote PG-13, mofos
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Wifesuke, apron, more mentions of tomatoes OH YEAH. & GAY.
Words: 918
Summary: In which Naruto tries to give Sasuke a present, and Sasuke is a wifeesuke strongly refuses.
Notes: Okay, first off. D: wtf how is this a drabble - some of the 'fics' I've written have been this short long! But, eh, whatever. *shrugs* Yeah, so most likely some more OOC, but I do it for the lawls bwahahahaha ARE YOU PEOPLE STILL ENJOYING THESE? xD
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The Apron
"I refuse to put this on."
Naruto pouted and crossed his arms. He would have stomped his foot, too, but knew from the telltale twitch of Sasuke's left eye that being childish wasn't the way to win this.
Straightening, he put on a sexy smile and tried a different approach. "Come on, Sasuke. You know how you're always complaining about getting spills on your clothes-- Plus, just imagine how sexy it could be, walking around wearing only that..." he trailed off, his eyes growing distant.
Naruto could see it now; lying in bed, eyes closed against the early morning sunlight streaming in through the closed blinds, basking in a comfortable morning-after serenity. Then he would hear a small sound from the bedroom doorway and all his senses would be on high alert. His head would snap towards the door, and his hand would already be pulling at the covers; ready to jump up and face down any threat, nudity be damned. But he would catch sight of Sasuke, standing there with a tray full of hot breakfast, and his muscles would instinctively relax. He would sprawl back out on the bed spread-eagle, yawn, and Sasuke would do one of those pompous little snorts of his at how careless he was with his nudity. He would leer up at Sasuke, waggling his eyebrows with innuendo, but then freeze as he finally took in Sasuke's appearance - the frilly apron hugging his hard frame, stopping just above his midthigh to revealing those long, naked legs stretching on for miles. And Sasuke would have that look in his eye: the mischievous glint that told him that while Sasuke might play hard to get, he was definitely getting some that day. His gaze would stay glued onto Sasuke as the apron-clang figure would stride confidently across the bedroom, carefully placing the tray of food securely on the night stand. And then Sasuke would turn towards him and give him that look his - the one that made him feel like he was being molested in ways Jiraya didn't even know about. Sasuke would lightly bite his lip, make eye contact, wink knowingly - oh yeah, that would be hot - and then turn on his heel and head for the door without looking back. And of course, Sasuke wouldn't be wearing anything under that little apron of his, so he'd watch that prefect ass walk away from him, and the heat pooling between his legs would become too much, so he'd jump up and--
"Hey!" Naruto blinked and focused his eyes back on Sasuke, who was still holding the apron of his fantasies and not looking very please about it. "Stop being perverted!" Well, actually, he looked downright pissed off about.
Naruto scrunched up his eyes in irritation, trying to ignore the not-so-little problem his daydream had caused him. "What? How do you know-- I mean, what makes you think I was being perverted?"
"Aside from the fact that you're always perverted?" Naruto scowled. "You had that creepy smile," Sasuke huffed.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"That smile you always get. It's like you're trying to leer but you're too much of a moron to do it properly." Naruto felt his eyebrow twitch.
"Yeah, like you can do it any better? When you 'leer', you look constipated," Naruto snapped, feeling offensive. He had always prided himself on his leer.
The brunet glowered, but didn't respond. Instead he shoved the apron forcefully back at Naruto, "Whatever. Just take this stupid thing back."
"Wha-- Hey!" Naruto quickly threw his hands up in the air and stepped back from Sasuke, leaving his teammate with a handful of frilly pink apron. "I gave that to you, you prick! It's a present; I'm not taking it back!"
Sasuke growled and clenched his fists, wrinkling the thousand count cotton underneath his finger tips. "What makes you think I'd want something like this, anyway?!"
"It's got tomatoes on it!"
"But it's pink--"
"And it's Egyptian cotton!"
"--and frilly!" Sasuke blinked. "Wait, they make aprons out of Egyptian cotton?" He peaked down at the apron disbelievingly and fingered at the soft fabric.
Naruto crossed his arms again and averted his eyes, looking sullen. "Only the expensive ones," he mumbled bitterly.
Sasuke tensed up at that and the movement drew Naruto’s attention back to the Uchiha. The brunet quickly glanced up at him before he schooled his features - but Naruto didn't miss the slight guilt that swiftly passed through those dark eyes.
"...the really expensive ones..."
Sasuke’s left eye twitched again.
"...in fact, I don't even know how I'm going to be able to afford this month's rent--"
His lips pursed.
"--since I just got off a mission and all, and it'd be unfair if I was sent on another one so soon, when so many other shinobi haven't gotten a job in weeks--"
His fingers clenched tightly around the apron.
"--plus, since I got paid extra for this last mission, I'm sure they think--" Naruto was cut off as a ball of frilly, pink, tomato-patterned apron was thrown violently at his head.
When he finally managed to get it detangled from his face, he was greeted with the sight of the bedroom door slamming shut hard enough to rattle the living room’s windows. "I am not putting that on!"
Naruto simply smiled knowingly, shook out the apron of any wrinkles and looked at it lovingly, "Oh, we'll see about that."
fin
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A/N: Typos? See any typos? D: ALSO. HOW WAS? LIKE? DISLIKE? KILLKILLSTAB HATE? I wish to know~ & do you think I should post this on
sasuxnaru anytime soon?
So, uh. WHATEVER. I wrote Lavie a new one. Because she's suppose to draw a scene from the last one. D: It takes her a while, apparently.
How does 'Living Arrangements' sound for a title? D: I know I suck at titles. xD Gimme a better one!
So uh, this here's the conversation that inspired this:
LAVIE: I WASN'T REALLY THINKING ABOUT THE WEDDING; more like, domestic living together stuff. only Naruto would be sitting on the couch watching football and eating ramen. poor Wifesuke~ xD
ME: BWAHAHAHA. <3 I can see Naruto be into football of the soccer kind, but not football football. D: I DON'T KNOW. IT DOES NOT COMPUTE. xDD >.> omg Wifesuke & his apron. He'd so have an apron. xDDD
LAVIE: BUT SERIOUSLY? can't you just see Naru inviting 'the guys' over to watch monday night football and Sasuke is in the kitchen making them nachos?? xDDDD IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER IN MY HEAD~ and yes. Wifesuke must have a little apron with tomatoes on it.
ME: BWAHAHAHA. MAYBE~ Or maybe... hockey... >.> omg what is my refusal of football? xDD BWAHAHA. Yes, Naruto would give it to him, and make him wear it. xDD
LAVIE: WHICH WOULD UNDOUBTEDLY RESULT IN ANOTHER FIGHT LOVING ARGUMENT? xD
ME: YES. YES IT WOULD. It's what they do best. xDD
LAVIE: that's why we love them~
Oh snap, do we cap lock our conversations. xD
Okay, so here's a doodle of THE apron. xD
Drabble One - Grocery Shopping
Drabble Two - Squabbles
Drabbles(?): 3/?
Title: The Apron
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: NaruxSasu(ish)
Rating: I vote PG-13, mofos
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Wifesuke, apron, more mentions of tomatoes OH YEAH. & GAY.
Words: 918
Summary: In which Naruto tries to give Sasuke a present, and Sasuke is a wifeesuke strongly refuses.
Notes: Okay, first off. D: wtf how is this a drabble - some of the 'fics' I've written have been this short long! But, eh, whatever. *shrugs* Yeah, so most likely some more OOC, but I do it for the lawls bwahahahaha ARE YOU PEOPLE STILL ENJOYING THESE? xD
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The Apron
"I refuse to put this on."
Naruto pouted and crossed his arms. He would have stomped his foot, too, but knew from the telltale twitch of Sasuke's left eye that being childish wasn't the way to win this.
Straightening, he put on a sexy smile and tried a different approach. "Come on, Sasuke. You know how you're always complaining about getting spills on your clothes-- Plus, just imagine how sexy it could be, walking around wearing only that..." he trailed off, his eyes growing distant.
Naruto could see it now; lying in bed, eyes closed against the early morning sunlight streaming in through the closed blinds, basking in a comfortable morning-after serenity. Then he would hear a small sound from the bedroom doorway and all his senses would be on high alert. His head would snap towards the door, and his hand would already be pulling at the covers; ready to jump up and face down any threat, nudity be damned. But he would catch sight of Sasuke, standing there with a tray full of hot breakfast, and his muscles would instinctively relax. He would sprawl back out on the bed spread-eagle, yawn, and Sasuke would do one of those pompous little snorts of his at how careless he was with his nudity. He would leer up at Sasuke, waggling his eyebrows with innuendo, but then freeze as he finally took in Sasuke's appearance - the frilly apron hugging his hard frame, stopping just above his midthigh to revealing those long, naked legs stretching on for miles. And Sasuke would have that look in his eye: the mischievous glint that told him that while Sasuke might play hard to get, he was definitely getting some that day. His gaze would stay glued onto Sasuke as the apron-clang figure would stride confidently across the bedroom, carefully placing the tray of food securely on the night stand. And then Sasuke would turn towards him and give him that look his - the one that made him feel like he was being molested in ways Jiraya didn't even know about. Sasuke would lightly bite his lip, make eye contact, wink knowingly - oh yeah, that would be hot - and then turn on his heel and head for the door without looking back. And of course, Sasuke wouldn't be wearing anything under that little apron of his, so he'd watch that prefect ass walk away from him, and the heat pooling between his legs would become too much, so he'd jump up and--
"Hey!" Naruto blinked and focused his eyes back on Sasuke, who was still holding the apron of his fantasies and not looking very please about it. "Stop being perverted!" Well, actually, he looked downright pissed off about.
Naruto scrunched up his eyes in irritation, trying to ignore the not-so-little problem his daydream had caused him. "What? How do you know-- I mean, what makes you think I was being perverted?"
"Aside from the fact that you're always perverted?" Naruto scowled. "You had that creepy smile," Sasuke huffed.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"That smile you always get. It's like you're trying to leer but you're too much of a moron to do it properly." Naruto felt his eyebrow twitch.
"Yeah, like you can do it any better? When you 'leer', you look constipated," Naruto snapped, feeling offensive. He had always prided himself on his leer.
The brunet glowered, but didn't respond. Instead he shoved the apron forcefully back at Naruto, "Whatever. Just take this stupid thing back."
"Wha-- Hey!" Naruto quickly threw his hands up in the air and stepped back from Sasuke, leaving his teammate with a handful of frilly pink apron. "I gave that to you, you prick! It's a present; I'm not taking it back!"
Sasuke growled and clenched his fists, wrinkling the thousand count cotton underneath his finger tips. "What makes you think I'd want something like this, anyway?!"
"It's got tomatoes on it!"
"But it's pink--"
"And it's Egyptian cotton!"
"--and frilly!" Sasuke blinked. "Wait, they make aprons out of Egyptian cotton?" He peaked down at the apron disbelievingly and fingered at the soft fabric.
Naruto crossed his arms again and averted his eyes, looking sullen. "Only the expensive ones," he mumbled bitterly.
Sasuke tensed up at that and the movement drew Naruto’s attention back to the Uchiha. The brunet quickly glanced up at him before he schooled his features - but Naruto didn't miss the slight guilt that swiftly passed through those dark eyes.
"...the really expensive ones..."
Sasuke’s left eye twitched again.
"...in fact, I don't even know how I'm going to be able to afford this month's rent--"
His lips pursed.
"--since I just got off a mission and all, and it'd be unfair if I was sent on another one so soon, when so many other shinobi haven't gotten a job in weeks--"
His fingers clenched tightly around the apron.
"--plus, since I got paid extra for this last mission, I'm sure they think--" Naruto was cut off as a ball of frilly, pink, tomato-patterned apron was thrown violently at his head.
When he finally managed to get it detangled from his face, he was greeted with the sight of the bedroom door slamming shut hard enough to rattle the living room’s windows. "I am not putting that on!"
Naruto simply smiled knowingly, shook out the apron of any wrinkles and looked at it lovingly, "Oh, we'll see about that."
fin
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A/N: Typos? See any typos? D: ALSO. HOW WAS? LIKE? DISLIKE? KILLKILLSTAB HATE? I wish to know~ & do you think I should post this on
sasuxnaru anytime soon?