→ Its ya boy actual douche bag Noah Vinter. He goes by Noah, or Vin.
→ He’s smart and rich and sexy, so ofc he’s an asshole.
→ Debate team, student honors, student council, and some sports. He gets around.
→ Boy’s got a Jesus complex, but he won’t admit it. He don’t got time for your teenage bullshit, he has strict parents to please.
→ Speaking of his parents, wOW they suck. Both are doctors, and they expect a lot from their only son. Behind Noah’s tough exterior and haughty attitude, he’s trying hard not to crumble under the pressure.
→ He’s asthmatic, so he takes steroids.
→ He’s insufferable, and he finds people insufferable. Tbqh if he had an autobiography it would be called Insufferable
→ He got a girlfriend, but he also got fidelity issues oops
→ So if you wanna sign your girl up as his GF, or someone he’s slept with… *nudgenudge*
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Title: Pretty Hurts
Characters: Asami Sato
Rating: T
On FF.N: here
they say dance healed some wounds.
The sad melody of her song plays as her heart bleeds; as her soul withers. In her leotard and pointes, she slides across the wooden floor like a stream of water: fluid, unstoppable and beautiful in its freedom. But Asami Sato was not free. She was confined in responsibilities and facades and wretchedness that hounded her from the moment she opened her eyes to the frightening fragments of dreams that haunt her.
There was a certain discipline needed for dance that she wished real life possessed. In dance, she controlled everything from the sway of her hips to the hop of every sissonne and even the music that the pianist performed. Ballet commanded all of that, and even the freedom she granted her movements contained a certain prohibition. As she danced, she knew that the world outside her mirrored dance hall held so much uncertainty and the lack of organization so innate in her person.
She danced for her ruined family, so carelessly discarded by her father in the name of work and his hatred.
She danced for her lost love, and the fact that she had to set free the first boy who broke down the sky-high walls around her heart.
She danced for Korra, who only saw her as a friend.
She danced for her broken heart, and the fact that no one wanted it when she had so much love to offer.
Tears blurred her vision as she spun like one of those ceramic ballerinas attached to her mother’s antique music boxes, equally as breakable as the girl she saw in the mirror every morning when she inspected herself for imperfections.
One fouetté, two fouetté, three fouetté until she is too tired and heartbroken to continue. The pianist brings the melody to a halt when Asami is stationary, and once the music has stopped the shroud of make-believe is shattered.
She leaves the studio not less broken than when she first came in.
I told yall I'll have a huge request so why not start now
Mart’s first group of friends is the one she made the very first year at Norfolk North. These three lovely men have probably been friends before Martine even transferred. It all happened during Mart’s first day when she refused to tag along with the pansy loser friends her twin sister found, so she sat on her cabin’s porch, all alone and pouty. It was Foxy’s idea to befriend her, and that was the beginning of their magical friendship. For the most part, they have absolutely nothing in common, but during bad days and low points, they are alike in the fact that they are problem children.
"Andy" is the stoner of the group; always reliable with his omnipresent bag of goodies and impressive stash of beer. He’s a class clown of sorts, always happy to diffuse the tension with his stoner jokes that nobody but himself understands.
"Foxy" is adorable and just a little bit naïve, but Mart loves him most of all. He’s friendly, warm and joyful, which is a welcome variety to their ragtag pack of actual emos. He looks on the brighter side of things, and he always encourages his friends to do the same. He is Mart’s happy pill and they do a lot of platonic cuddling in their underwear ok Taken with Tommy
"Ed" is that aloof bad guy who thinks Martine is dumb (he thinks everyone is dumb) and he just disapproves of all of Mart’s life choices tbh. He’s always scolding her and making her feel bad, but negl, Mart has the hugest hots for him. Like she legit wants to rip off his pants and ride him to the holy kingdom come. She’s tried a handful of times, but Ed just calls her stupid and shrugs her off. :( Sexual tension will be bountiful. TAKE HIM. MAKE ME HAPPY. taken by Elena
Now, for her galpals, these are the girls who make up the Tres Marias, and they got the name because all their names start with a Mar, or alteast have a second name containing Mar. they’re bad bitches who pretty much rule. Hot bodies and bedroom eyes are required. Martine’s role in the group is the indifferent bitch who tells herself that she has no time for girly dramas, but she’s always in the middle of it anyway. She’s a bit of a tomboy, and plenty brash and bitchy and rude.
"Marla" was the one that Martine first met, and initially, they hated each other’s guts. Marla is a city girl with a Regina George mentality, so naturally, she clashed deliciously with Martine. She’s the daddy’s little princess type, someone who always has to get her way. Popularity and power mean everything to her, and she’s super threatened about the fact that Martine could take her over easily. So they fight all the time, to the point of violence, but by the end of the day, they always make up and move on to boy hunting together.
"Mary" is the sweetheart, and the saccharine balance to this group of nasty girls. Marla and Mart met her just last year, and not even gonna lie, the only reason they befriended Mary was because there was a Mar in her name. So yeah. Mary breaks up most of Mart and Marla’s fights.
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→ Meet Martine. It says Martinique in the birth certificate, but call her that and she’ll cut u. She accepts Mart, too. She and her lesshotter twin sister just turned eighteen.
→ She is what countless of adults call a problem child, but that stemmed from coming from an awful home with a father that was abusive in more ways than one and a mother who didn’t love her children enough to stay for them. Martine spent most of her life trying to protect her sister from the evils of the world, and so far, she’s been successful. Or, at least she thinks so.
→ She is a strong swimmer, above all. But she likes to think she’s a jack of all trades when it comes to sports. Her dad enrolled her in a bunch of different sports during the school year so she has an outlet for all her energy.
→ She is actually Jade Cole from ANTM 6 like she Jade is her life goal, but she is also Tina Belcher.
→ Her favorite flavor of cake is more.
→ Her hobbies include louging about in her underwear and posting selfies on instagram. donth8
→ Like I said, she’s got a myriad of issues. She’s a bit of a klepto (she only steals food and drinks and hoards them shh) and she has quite the mouth on her, one that is unfitting of a lady born to a rich family. She burps, she laughs too loud, she sits with her legs wide apart, she doesn’t eat her veggies. Additional to that, she’s hard to deal with, having fluctuating moods all the time.
→ She’s insecure, but she’s not, but she is.
→ Idk man just love her okay I’m too tired to explain shit
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spirit animal my eternal baeasami sato, definitely. also throwing in mirajane strauss because she is my queen.
favorite movie taken, then mr and mrs smith. lilo and stitch is my bae. i like the blind side, too. Idk man I’m more of an anime girl than a movie girl. *is anime trash*
what you want to see events and all around friendship in all the members.
favorite roleplay experience really cbf to think about my fave rn. Edit: I really liked this site i was on, it was a high school rivalry site, too.
superman or batman? still asami sato. *screams* it will always be asami sato.
Title: where wild roses grow
Pairing: Natsu/Lucy
Rating: T
On FF.N: here
The morning comes and it's time for pretenses.
There are three hooded demons that appear before Natsu and Lucy. They are the same three demons who Natsu battles with his mighty fire; the same three demons Lucy fights with the spirits she summons from another world. It lasts three hours, but it feels like three eternities until there are not anymore three demons, but just one. The strongest one.
Natsu is worn to a frazzle. So is Lucy, but she has a tiny bit more magic than a fully magically exhausted Natsu. So it is she who stands before the powerful demon while Natsu bleeds out in the sidelines, still alive but just barely.
One spirit, two spirit, three spirit before Lucy is out of the count and the enemy still stands.
And it is with three strikes to her gut that Lucy falls and Natsu screams.
The morning comes and it's time for pretenses.
Sunlight seeps through the open windows and it falls on Natsu's face like a thousand warm kisses and he cannot be bothered to rise. He feels too toasty in Lucy's bed with her week old sheets pooled at his feet and her pillows soft under his head. He thinks he will pull a Lucy and avoid the guild today because it's too sunny out and Fairy Tail stopped being happy.
He'll stay in Lucy's bed, he thinks.
The woman herself is already up and about, writing letters she would never send, an untouched cup of tea by her elbows.
Natsu calls her over because he already misses her.
Lucy hears her name and when she looks at Natsu, all she feels is tiredness and wanderlust and the phantom pain of one, two, three stabs in her stomach. She doesn't want to spend any more time here with Natsu but she humors him anyway and sits by his head.
"I have to leave, Natsu." She tells him simply, carding her fingers through his mop of hair. This is what she keeps telling him for the past four days but he only holds onto her more tightly and Mavis, Lucy just wants to go on.
The boy almost purrs under her touch, oblivious. He has always been so. "No, don't go." He insists. He wonders where Lucy wanted to go when she isn't even dressed out of her sleepwear and her face still has bed marks. She is lovely like this, he thinks. In battle when her clothes are ripped in places and her hair is dirty, she is also lovely. When she is dressed up for dinner she is radiant. Under him when she is naked and her head is thrown back and her back arches off the bed she is a vision. But it is these instances when she is unaware and carefree that she is most beautiful.
"Why is it so hard for you to let me go?" She asks in that whiney voice of hers that he still loves hearing after all these years.
"Because I love you, Luce." He tells her simply, a big, bright smile on his face.
He is confused when tears track down Lucy's cheeks.
Natsu enters Fairy Tail, looking chipper in the way clowns are surrounded with mock cheer but are secretly miserable. There is noticeably less activity in the guild; everyone seems to be just brooding into their drinks and whispering quietly amongst themselves as if someone is in a box getting lowered into the dirt. The people of Fairy Tail are lackluster, and it is worrisome. Erza is not commandeering order because no one is making a fuss. Cana has never been so active around the guild but now she ignores everyone and drowns her misery with bitter ale. Mirajane does not smile. Elfman finally shuts the fuck up about men and Evergreen is not yelling at him. Gray and Juvia sit together, thankful that it wasn't their couple cut down to one. Solitary Gajeel has even sought out Levy's company.
No wants to take any more chances with their loved ones.
When Natsu steps inside, he is greeted with equal parts of pity and trepidation. The past few days, everyone treats him like a ticking time bomb. Natsu is not stupid. He knows this has been happening since he came back from that last mission with Lucy and she ended up in the hospital.
No one can look him in the eye anymore.
So he plasters a grin on his face and yells, "Don't worry, everyone. Lucy's okay."
As if it was possible, it gets quieter throughout the guild. In a manner that was unnerving, Natsu felt everyone's attention on him. He is uneasy, but he continues, "I always tell her to come back to the guild but I don't think she's ready yet."
From the back of the room, he hears Levy sob into her small, shaking hands. Cana glares at Natsu as she moves to comfort the crying girl. It seems no one wants to talk about Lucy.
Weird.
Lucy is crying again when he finds her the next time.
A part of him is used to seeing her like this. Since their last mission, all Lucy ever does is cry and she won't tell him why. In the morning she weeps gently until Natsu wakes up to her silent tears. In the afternoon she curls up in the couch with tear tracks marking her cheeks and Natsu thinks that she's done crying. But the in the night, she cries again and its horrible, loud, just a little bit alarming and plenty upsetting. Natsu hates seeing her like this, all vulnerable and brokenhearted.
Even though he thinks he's used to her tears, ice still grips his heart when he sees her cry. He is by her side in an instant, hands soothing and tone soft. "Lucy," he repeats her name once, twice, thrice and she still weeps. "Tell me what's wrong, Luce."
"I just want to leave, Natsu." She wails, "I'm tired. So tired."
He makes shushing noises as be stokes her hair. "You can rest, Lucy. But you don't have to go. You don't have to leave me."
A sob catches in her throat as she wishes to the stars that he would just let her go.
The next morning looks better to Natsu because Lucy agrees to venture out of the house and walk him to the guild. She makes it clear first that she won't go inside, that she'll just drop him off, and Natsu is too ecstatic to persuade her otherwise. Lucy hadn't left her apartment in days, so this was a very huge step.
He thinks she is getting better when he can't be anymore wrong.
Her small hand is in his as they walk to Fairy Tail and there is hesitance in her step as if she had forgotten how to walk outside the comfort of her home. Natsu is too giddy to notice this, though. He happily prattles on about their friends while Lucy silently treads beside him.
They stop in front of Fairy Tail's imposing structure. Natsu tugs on Lucy's hand as if urging her to come inside. "Come on, Luce. Everyone wants to see you. They miss you."
Lucy shakes her head. "I have to go now."
Irritation slips into Natsu's voice. "Where do you keep going?"
She smiles a coy smile, as if it was a game. It was better this way. "Nowhere." She quips. Then, "Everywhere."
Natsu stares hard into her eyes, serious now. "Take me with you. I just want to be with you."
Lucy shakes her head again, looking remorseful. "You belong here. Stay here." Her plea is desperate, but it still hides so much of what Natsu wants. He is still terribly confused at Lucy's mystery, but he doesn't push. "Please. For me."
He opens his mouth to respond but none of the endless questions in his mind are voiced. Instead, Lucy stands on her tiptoes so she can land a peck on his cheek before she walks off.
He thinks he hears her say goodbye.
Natsu watches her until he can't see her anymore, and then he enters the guild that is too quiet these days.
He doesn't see her again after that.
Her apartment is empty and cold, as if it hadn't been host to the two of them the past few days. Lucy's scent lingers, but it is hard to catch even with his sensitive nose. It feels like she is fading away, and it makes Natsu sentimental.
He stays in her house the whole day, waiting for her to come back.
She doesn't.
His vigil lasts five days until he gives up, deciding that Lucy probably went on some sort of vacation.
So he waits for her at the guild that is now colorless.
It is Gray who breaks the silence, a few days later.
The half-naked man struts up to Natsu's table, anger in his face and dangerous intent in his eyes. "I have to talk to you, Natsu."
Natsu never hears his name leave Gray's mouth unless the latter was serious. "You trying to pick a fight?" Natsu tossed back, already defensive. Gray only shakes his head.
"You fucking idiot," was Gray's preamble. "Why haven't you come to visit Lucy at the hospital?"
Natsu is confused. "What the hell are you talking about? She's not in the hospital—"
"Wake up!" Gray yells, his voice booming against the guild walls. "Stop acting like Lucy's okay! You stupid fucking bastard," Gray grips the front of Natsu's vest, exasperated beyond belief. Traitorous tears well in his eyes but he continues on. "Lucy's been in a coma since you got back from the mission and you never fucking came to see her." His cold hands clench tighter around Natsu's clothing, all his pent up misery and anger getting harder to silence. "Instead you fuck around, acting like she's okay when she's practically dead in some hospital room you never once step foot in." When Gray is shaking far too much, Erza steps up.
"Gray is right, Natsu. This pretense isn't healthy. Lucy is at death's doorstep, and she's only holding on long enough for you to say goodbye.
He goes to the hospital with Gray and Erza just to prove them wrong. Lucy is not here. She is just trying on an adventure. Erza directs him to Lucy's room, and that is when distress rolls around in his gut. When the white door swings open, he sees Lucy on the bed, but in his heart he knows it's not Lucy because Lucy was not some goddamn vegetable on a gurney.
Denial only lasted for so long until the fat lady sings. Then Natsu remembers everything.
Desperation hangs in the air like a palpable fog, making it difficult to breathe. Or maybe that's just the hole under her lungs.
"Natsu, I'm scared," Lucy wants to say, but nothing comes out but blood cascading down her mouth.
A weak Natsu crawls to his love, tears already streaming from his eyes. "Oh, God, Lucy," he moans, cradling her in his arms. He remembers seeing three beams of light pierce through her stomach, but he looks at the wounds and they aren't as big as he initially thought. The nearest hospital is half an hour away.
She will make it, he decides.
"Hold on, Lucy. I'll get you safe."
With the last of his strength, he runs to Magnolia Hospital.
He falls onto his knees, his whole body trembling. Panic and wretchedness makes his head spin, a revolting combination.
"Lucy," he manages to choke out, not brave enough to touch the blonde who lay on the bed. "What have I done,"
"It wasn't your fault, Natsu." The armored woman consoles one of her oldest friends, feeling a new kind of helplessness.
"She's been suffering all this time." A stream of courage runs through the fire mage, permitting him to take hold of one of Lucy's fragile hands. So soft, even after everything they've been through. "You can go now, Luce. I'll miss you, but you can go."
Three people listen to the cardiac monitor flatline, and just like that, Lucy is gone.
It is almost morning again and there will be no more pretenses.
Title: Love and Misadventure - Chapter 5
Pairing: ShikaInoKiba, other pairings
Rating: T
On FF.N: here
High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.
She was still crying when a shell-shocked Shikamaru re-entered the room.
Even when his heart had dropped to the pits of his stomach, it ached for the pretty girl with the broken soul. He knew she was in pain, as she constantly was after her tiffs with the silently and abusive Hana. He knew that, but still he had the burning need to ask about the little stick that had already changed his life.
Wordlessly, he walked back to her, placing in her hand the small blue pill and the glass of water. She took them without urging, like she was used to this miserable routine.
When they settled into a heavy silence, Shikamaru figured now was the best time as ever to bring it up. "Ino?" He asked, his eyes on her lap because he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye.
"What?" She returned, in a hoarse and irritated voice. She never did like talking after such events since she figured he'd only ask her if she was okay, or if she wanted to "talk about it", both to which the obvious answers were no.
"Are you pregnant?"
The emotions that played over her face were enough to send Shikamaru into cardiac arrest.
"How did you—"
"I saw the test in the bathroom." His voice sounded weak, but that was only because his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest.
She stammered, no coherent word coming out of her mouth and it further confirmed his suspicions.
"Fuck, Ino, when were you going to tell me?" He demanded, the beginnings of panic making his voice rise.
Equally rattled, Ino stood from her lounge on the bed, looking for all the world like a cornered animal. Not knowing what else to do, she bolted from the man who asked for answers she couldn't yet give. She was already running down the stairs when she heard him call out to her.
INO
Ino was seething by the time she got out of her house.
She was insanely angered by the fact that Shikamaru intruded on her privacy like that, and forced her onto a difficult situation that was telling him about the pregnancy test. Who the fuck did he think he was bossing her around as if he knew any better, as if he had the right to dictate her life? Who was he but her stupiddumb childhood friend who she fucked when she got bored and her vagina was atingle? Never mind that she was withholding crucial information from him; Ino was pissed.
Tears welled up in Ino's eyes as she grabbed her car keys from the bone china bowl stationed beside the doors. She was going on a long drive to God knew where although she was perfectly knowledgeable on the fact that anger and driving did not make a stellar combination, especially in her case. That was exactly why she imposed that she would never get behind the wheel when she was any kind of upset. The situation always turned awry when she made irrational decisions like this.
What the fuck ever, she sneered. Her life was shitty. She deserved to break her own rules every once in a while.
She drove for hours, it seems, but she never made it far outside the city. Her no destination journey was punctured by stops to liquor stores for alcohol she wouldn't drink (at least, not tonight) and stopovers at boutiques for shoes that caught her eye. After that came the urge to drive out to the countryside and maybe drive to a completely different country and never go back.
She reached the town borders when her car sputtered, whined and died.
Defeated, angry and miserable, Ino got out of the convertible and ran to open the hood. She was greeted by a cloud of scorching air that was hot enough to melt her face off had she not evaded it. Though inspecting the engine turned out to be non-productive, seeing that Ino knew jack shit about cars. When she was about to call Shikamaru for help, her phone beeped protest, telling Ino that there was no signal in such a remote part of town.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, big droplets of rain began to descend.
"Fucking great!" she exclaimed as she ran to the safety of her car, operating the roof once she was inside.
With her patience wearing thin, she waited for help to arrive.
KIBA AND INO
The headlights of hope came some forty minutes later when Ino was just about ready to cry.
She had been trapped in her car in the rain in the middle of nowhere for so long with no food or even a proper jacket. Her hair was a matted mess against her neck and her clothes were damp and lent her a sticky feeling. It was safe to say that she was desperate when she began to frantically flag down the approaching motorcycle. The driver came to a halt in front of her, and Ino felt the onset of relief wash over her.
"Yamanaka?" The man on the bike asked as he removed his helmet, only to reveal Kiba Inuzuka's face. "Are you outta your fuckin' mind? I coulda run you over, you stupid shit! What are you doin' in the middle of the damn road?"
She was so relieved to see a familiar face that she barely suppressed happy tears. Her next words, however, contradicted her emotions. "Stop yelling at me you fucking hillbilly turd. I've been stuck in this craphole in the rain for hours and I don't need any shit from anyone right now." Even though she shook from the cold that had long chilled her to the bone, she placed her hands on her hips and scowled. "And as if you could run me over with that piece of shit bicycle of yours."
"It's not a—" Kiba cut himself off, thinking that there was no sense arguing with Ino when she made up her mind. He might not have been close with her but he knew her well enough from Shikamaru's gripes. "Tell me what the hell you're doin' here? Doncha have some high society party you need to attend?"
Ino helplessly gestured to her clumsily parked car. "My car broke down. I think the engine ran out of juice, but I'm not sure." She waited for Kiba to pop open the hood and check it out, but he made no move. "Well? You're a mechanic, aren't you? You gonna tell me what's wrong with it or what?"
"Woman, I aint gonna touch your stupid as fuck car. I've never even touched a Lexus before. And besides, I fix motorcycles, not cars." Kiba shook his head, making his hair stick to his forehead. He looked oddly sensual with his clothes clinging to his athletic build. Huh. Since when was Kiba this sexy? Ino liked to think that she paid pert attention to the looks of her town's male persuasion, but Kiba somehow slipped her Gorgeous Radar. Why was that? Could it be because he never registered as anything other than 'asshole who told me to shut up when I cried back in middle school'?
"Don't all guys know about cars? Shit, just how useless are you?" Ino threw her hands up in disgust, deciding to set aside the growing attraction she had been contemplating. No need for anymore weirdness tonight, and God knew being hot for Kiba Inuzuka fell under the weird category.
"If you're gonna insult me, I'm gonna leave your fat ass out here. Shit," he muttered, running a hand through soppy hair. "Try to help a chick you hate and she bitches at you."
Ino's eyes narrowed as she heard his complaint. She was so panicked by his threat that she let the fat comment slip. "You wouldn't fucking dare. Drive me to my house now."
The brunette ignored her as he favored the sky with a long look. "The storm's comin'" Kiba said after observing the dark clouds that rolled in. As if to confirm his prediction, thunder boomed, making Ino shriek. "You're not safe here. You're gonna catch your death in that itty bitty outfit you got on. Jesus Christ, what the fuck possessed you to even wear that in this crappin' weather?" Kiba shook his head. Rich girls were an enigma to him. Why couldn't Ino Yamanaka be a normal rich girl like their new friend Hinata?
But then again, he couldn't help but appreciate how the tiny bandage skirt made her ass look like God's finest work and how the bustier gave him a supreme view of her top rack. He began to walk to his motorcycle, leaving Ino to scramble to lock her car up safely. She'd come back for her baby when the weather let up. "You're free to slum it at my house tonight 'cause I sure as hell aint drivin' you to the other side of town to your rich bitch mansion and get caught in the shit storm."
"'Rich bitch mansion'?" Ino parroted, quickly catching up to Kiba. She watched as he straddled his Harley. "Is my car gonna be safe here? How the fuck am I gonna get on that thing?" Ino huffed, crossing her arms. Kiba spared her a pithy look.
"What're you babblin' about, woman? You hop on the fucking seat behind me. No rocket science there. Jesus, and the other day you were naggin' about how you were a smart blonde."
Ino gestured to her legs. "I'm wearing a skirt, you dumbass."
Kiba looked pained. "Fuck's sake." He muttered. "Quit your whinin' and get on. I hate gettin' rained at."
It was with a heavy heart that Ino slung a leg over the motorcycle, immediately adjusting her miniskirt. Kiba seemed to wait a bit before grabbing her hands and wounding them around his waist. "You can touch me, you know. Poverty aint contagious."
A violent blush made Ino's face glow. "Stop patronizing me, you ape, and drive already. I'm fucking cold."
With a smirk, Kiba revved the engine, making the two-wheeler shoot off. Ino had to suppress a cry. She'd never been on a motorcycle before since they made her nervous. But Kiba had been driving them since they were sixteen and he was still alive, so she guessed he knew what he was doing. The chilly air hit her from all directions, making her shiver. Kiba was right: she should have put on more clothes.
SASUKE AND SAKURA
Coming out of the very first student council meeting, Sakura bid her classmates goodbye and prepared to leave school. It was a long walk home, and although Sakura got offers from Hinata and Naruto and Choji to get a ride home, she chose to go on foot, sans the company. She needed time for herself.
Seeing Sasuke again made a mess of her. Sasuke with his unnerving stare and persistent hounding of her. He made her sick to his stomach, but she felt that was not due to his misgivings, but because remnants of a strong love for him still burned in her.
There was a honk of a horn behind her, and she didn't need to turn to see it was Sasuke's ostentatious F-Type. She'd been on more rides on it than she cared to remember right now. The roof was up, and the window to the passenger's seat was open so that he could talk to her. Huffily, she adjusted the books in her hands and soldiered on. It wasn't much farther from her house where she would be safe from his unwanted attention. Actually, all she wanted right now was to curl up into a ball and bemoan Sasuke's very existence.
"Get on, I'll give you a ride home." Sasuke said without prelude. At this, Sakura scoffed.
"Get away from me. My house is literally two blocks away and I don't need your help." She shot back, refusing to look him in the eye. He should be keeping his eyes on the road anyway, but she doubted it mattered for him because the speed he was going matched that of her brisk walk.
She heard his audible tsk. "There's a typhoon coming. Just get in, and we don't have to get caught in it." He countered, exasperation coloring his tone.
"Then save yourself, and go on home. I'll be in mine soon enough." Dismissively, she added, "Goodbye, Sasuke. Have a good night."
The boy knew she didn't mean the last part, but he ignored it anyway. "Why are you like this, Sakura? I miss you."
Thick rage lit up Sakura's eyes and for the first time that night, she turned to look at the man who had shattered her heart without any hesitance. How dare he say something so manipulative, when he knew that every lie that came out of his mouth lanced straight through her heart. How dare he even think to lie to her like that, when he was the one who ruined everything in the first place?
"Don't say you miss me when it's your fault." Sakura warned lowly. "After everything you put me through, you have no right to miss me, or even talk to me. Because even now that I cut you off my life, there's still pieces of you stuck inside me and it's not helping me move on."
They were in front of her parents' home now, and he pulled to a stop so he could talk to her. "What the fuck are you even talking about? If you want me out of your life so bad, it shouldn't be so hard to drop me."
"What am I talking about?" she parroted hotly, holding down the rising urge to beat him bloody with her heavy chemistry book. "I'm pregnant, you son of a bitch!"
Sasuke felt all the blood drain from his head.
With tears blurring her vision, Sakua spoke, "And the kicker is, it might not even be yours."
Anymore words failed her so she turned her back on him, as he did to her, and went to the safety of home.
KIBA AND INO
A look at the Inuzuka property said to Ino that Kiba was not as poor as he lead people to believe. While the house itself was not grand in anyway and looked like it had seen happier days, it was average in size. The surrounding land was big, perhaps even bigger than the Yamanaka property. "Well I'll be damned. Kiba Inuzuka isn't such a poor boy after all."
"Ah, shut your trap. My mama and my sister aren't poor but I am."
"Is there a difference?"
"To you, maybe not." Kiba thought that Ino was exactly the type of girl who was comfortable living in someone else's riches. Such was not the case with Kiba. While his mother bred dogs and his sister was a vet, there was enough money for their family to be well off. But Kiba was a hard believer that one should only spent what one earned, and his shit job at the mechanics could not afford him a lifestyle as comfortable as his family's. Sure, there was always food on the table, but the basic necessities were the only things his mother provided for him. His allowance and gas money and other leisure were all in his budget. Hell, he was even paying for the whole college shebang, should he decide to go.
Ino would probably never understand that, so he didn't bother explaining to her. Let her live in her wealthy bliss. Kiba was fine with his self-sufficiency. "The land's big 'cause my ma breeds dogs. We need a lot of space for them."
"You know, I don't really care." Ino replied haughtily, after a long time, inducing a bout of anger to overtake Kiba. Jesus fuck. Rescue some bitch from getting blown away by a typhoon and she gives you an attitude.
"I should have left you back there. For fuck's sake." Kiba told her, irritation seeping through him.
Ino chose not to reply, but she rolled her eyes as she entered house, muddy sandals and all. "Can you pretty please get me something dry to wear?" In what seemed to be a complete one-eighty, she smiled at her classmate and batt her eyelashes.
Stunned by the fluctuating mood of the girl before him, he mindlessly did as asked. Not thinking straight, he pawed through his sister's closet for something the picky Ino would wear. When he came back bearing clean laundry, he found Ino standing in the middle of the small living room in nothing but her underwear.
"Ugh, this was Dsquared!" Ino exclaimed as she help up her wet miniskirt.
"Suck it up, princess. I'm sure you can buy some more." With that, Kiba threw the clothes at Ino's face, delighting at the sound of her aggravated schriek.
It wasn't exactly a secret that Kiba avoided interaction with Ino as much as possible. And that was no easy feat seeing that they belonged to the same group of friends. She was the very type of girl he detested with her pretentions and her acerbity and God knew whatever else issues she had. Like Shikamaru always said, she was a troublesome woman. Obviously, a smart man would do best not to welcome complications like her into his life. She was bad news, Kiba knew as much.
'Yet here I am,' he mused to himself, a grimace on his face. And there she was on his mom's thrift store couch, wearing his sister's old flannel shirt and drinking a mug of cheap hot chocolate. She was beautiful, that he also knew, and it was with that thought that Kiba experienced the first pangs of longing for the girl everybody wanted for.
'Shit,' was all he could think. How was it that Konoha's ice queen managed to suck him in for just a small amount of time and so little work? That was another problem with girls of Ino's caliber: they reeled you in without any effort on their part until you were so dependent on them your heart just broke because you knew they would never love you as much as you did. The very realization of that was enough to make Kiba nervous. Damn if he was going to be one of her string-alongs.
Refusing to think more about it, Kiba joined his guest.
"Why aren't you wearin' the pants I gave you?"
"They made my legs look wide." She said with a simper he'd seen numerous times, resented always. But as she smiled at him, the throbbing in his chest came back and he felt himself fall just a little bit more.
"So you'd rather be cold than wear pants not up to your standards?" He cocked a brow at her and hoped that he sounded as blasé as he pretended to be.
"Exactly." She turned her attention away from him. "Your stupid TV doesn't work."
"Power's out, blondie. Sorry you won't get to watch Fashion Police or whatever." He snorted, not sorry in the least.
"That show is repulsive. Joan Rivers and the other basic bitches on that show don't know dick about fashion." She began to chip off the paint off his favorite mug. "But I guess tacky people like yourself would be entertained by that, huh?"
Grinning, because snappy exchange of words felt like the old times when Kiba wasn't so love struck, he retorted, "Nah, the only TV I watch is the pay-per-view porn."
Ice blue eyes roved over his body before she opened that damned mouth of hers. "Not getting enough real action, Kiba?"
"What, are you offering?" Because I'd jump you in a heartbeat. "No thanks, I don't want your STD cocktail."
"So crude." Ino grinned wide. "Why aren't we better friends?"
"Because you think people without a black AmEx are scum?"
"I really have to wonder where you got the idea that I'm such an elitist." The first dredges of irritation sparked in her eyes. Just because she enjoyed her money, doesn't mean she hated poor people.
"Written all over that pretty face of yours, Yamanaka."
Title: but daddy, i love him!
Pairing: Gruvia
Prompt: parenthood
On FF.N: here
Parenthood is the root of most cases of alcoholism, probably
"Sure," said her father, Gray, distractedly, his eye on the broadsheet and his mind on the headline. Six dead, fifteen injured following a drive by shooting. Sweet Jesus Christ, what was this world coming to?
Seeing her husband drink his coffee and not divert his attention from the newspaper, Juvia wiped her sudsy hands on a side towel and turned to her daughter. "What did Ursa-chan want to ask?"
Eyes wide, the short girl took her seat on the breakfast nook across her father. "What's oral?" finally came the groundbreaking question that had Juvia yelping and Gray spitting out coffee on the table between him and Ursa. The panicked parents stammered as they exchanged guilty glances.
"Oh, would you look at the time! I have to get to work. Crime is going on while we lollygag here, and that's just not right." In the way of a typical male, Gray ran to avert the crisis, but not before giving his sweet girl a kiss on top of her head and his wife one on the lips. A shell-shocked Juvia heard the car start a few moments later, and it was shortly followed by the sound of screeching tires. What a slippery man, her husband.
Seeing no way to dodge the bullet, Juvia sat beside her five year old. "Well, sweetie, oral is when a man and a woman love each other, like mommy and daddy do. And they... well; they love each other using their mouths."
"Oh, okay." Ursa nodded sagely. "And how about written?"
ii — your dad is lame
"Didn't you hear what I said? You're not going out with that hooligan, and that's final."
"But daddy, I love him!"
"Ursa, I love David Beckham but you don't see me sharing a smoothie at Johnny Rockets with him." Before his daughter could reply, Gray barked, "Now go to your room, and off to bed while I drink away the fact that my firstborn's boyfriend is Marilyn Manson's son."
A seething Ursa stormed out of the parlor and was replaced by a frowning Juvia. Seeing this, Gray served himself more brandy. "I don't need any shit right now, Juvia, so don't even lecture me." He said drily, mood already in the dumps.
"Gray-sama made Ursa-chan cry." Juvia told him disapprovingly. "And that boy was not Marilyn Manson's son."
"He might as well be. Did you see the tattoos on that guy? And he smokes, too, for fuck's sake. Do you want your daughter to get lung cancer from all the second hand smoke?"
"Gray-sama used to smoke, and has a couple of tattoos himself." Juvia pointed out, joining her husband on the sofa. "The point is, who Ursa-chan dates is not your choice. She's already eighteen, and she's such a smart girl. Gray-sama shouldn't care that her boyfriend has a few rough edges."
Already lamenting the loss of his little girl and the fact that his wife was making sense, Gray downed the three fingers of brandy as bitter as he in one go. "I'm not paying for the wedding."
iii — dance with my father
It turned out that Gray had to pay for the wedding.
Fast-forward eight years and here was Gray Fullbuster doing the waltz with his wife on the dance floor of his daughter's wedding reception in an uncomfortable tuxedo and even more uncomfortable loafers. The whole shebang was ridiculous, but who wanted to listen to the guy who had a beach wedding with only three people invited? No, Juvia and Ursa insisted on having a big wedding with all their stupid friends and even a handful of enemies. Shit, even Gray's idiot father, Silver, came bearing a three-foot gift box and happy tears for his precious grandbaby. The food was expensive, the flowers were expensive, the entertainment was expensive, and everything down to the pink tuxedoed minister was absolutely unnecessary.
But he hadn't been able to resist his best girls' demands.
So here he was, dancing with his wife, who still looked stunning after thirty years of marriage, and he couldn't say it was such a bad deal over all.
"Ursa-chan looks so happy, Gray-sama." Juvia declared, drawing her partner's attention to the bride in white spinning with her new husband. The very sight made a ball of emotion shoot up Gray's throat.
"She used to be my baby girl," Gray said fondly, sadly. "Now she's married to that idiot, and I'll probably never see her again."
A hand smoothed down his back leisurely, and it provided him with such comfort. Juvia always knew just how to make him feel bad with even just a touch. "That's not true. Ursa-chan loves Gray-sama too much to stay away." With a smile on her face, the blue-haired woman rested her cheek against Gray's shoulder. "Gray-sama is the first man Ursa-chan ever loved, and that will never change."
Practically choking back tears, Gray watched as his daughter, his radiant daughter ran up to him. He was about to tell her that running in the death contraptions she called high heels was dangerous when the woman asked, "Do you want to dance, daddy?"
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