#Unwavering
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Unwavering I - Ibiki x Reader
this is for @snuggleboots (taglist is open)
this is what happens if you rant to me about your favorite character - I can't help but write about them.
Warnings: Reader is dealing with psychological aspects of her work and she's having trouble with alcoholism. Please do not read if this triggers you.
This is going to be a longer fic, I've already written four more parts and am currently working on the ending.
Masterlist
“Aunty!” Little Ino’s voice is so much like herself - hard to ignore.
“Hey, Princess.” You drop low to grab her and throw her up in the air, catching her easily in your arms when she comes down giggling.
“You have a new Lipstick!” Ino points out, sticky fingers already on your mouth.
“Hmm. Do you like the color?”
“It’s pretty.”
“You think so? You wanna try too?”
“I can?” Ino asks, blue eyes wide in excitement.
“Why not?” You ask back just as her mother steps out of the shop. “But it will be our secret.” You whisper into your niece's ear and she giggles, clutching you a little tighter.
“What a bold choice.” Your sister-in-law points out when you enter the flower shop with Ino still secure in your arms.
“You think so?” You smile at yourself in the big window and wipe some lipstick off that Ino had smeared before. “I think it could be a little brighter.”
“I won’t tell you what to wear for work, but is it really the right attire to work at the shop?”
You press a kiss to Ino’s left cheek instead of answering, exaggerate the noise, and repeat it on the other side of her face. She giggles, unaware of the red blooming on her cheeks now.
“I think it suits me just fine.” You tell your sister-in-law and turn back to the window, pointing Ino’s reflection out to her. “What do you think, Ino-chan?”
“It’s so pretty!”
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“Stocking up?” Ibiki’s so close his chest bumps into your back as you wait in line. There are five bottles of wine, two bottles of Sake, and a six-pack of cheap bear in your baskets, crushing a bag of instant ramen under their weight.
“Oh, I’m having a party.” You lie effortlessly and turn to smile up at him.
That’s the most infuriating thing about Ibiki. No matter how bright your lipstick or low-cut your top is, his eyes never leave your eyes when he’s talking to you. You wonder if he’s learned to read them.
“Great.” His voice is so dry he could very well be reading a phone book out loud. “When is it? I’ll bring the snacks.”
“You’re not invited.” You turn back and start unloading your stuff, scrambling to pull your wallet out in time to pay.
“Put in on my tab.” Ibiki orders behind you. “If you’re free this evening, I need to discuss next week's interrogations with you.”
You sigh and pack your groceries back into your basket, silently enjoying how the Ramen noodles crunch under the weight of the wine bottles.
“Can it wait until after I had Dinner?” You ask when he puts his wallet away, his own basket a stark contrast to yours. It’s filled with fresh vegetables and a square package that’s either meat or fish. It’s so healthy, it could give you hives.
Instead of answering he puts one hand on your elbow. He doesn’t need to put any pressure into the touch to let you know to start walking.
Only when you’re outside the store he starts talking again.
“I’ll cook,” he orders, his voice making it clear that he’s not going to take no for an answer, “Your dinner will just leave you unable to talk.”
Shame burns in your veins as you keep walking, unable to speak.
Your last physical had been a few weeks ago but not even Tsunade telling you to lower your Alcohol intake had made you feel this way. After all, who was she to talk?
.
Ibiki slips his shoes off before he steps inside his apartment and you follow his example awkwardly. Inside, the fattest cat you’ve ever seen trots up to your colleague and rubs itself on his leg, purring so loud you wonder if it’s really an animal and not something else.
“This is Neko.” Ibiki introduces you. “She is very friendly.”
Neko looks up at you as if she wants to disagree. There’s no purring for you, instead, she shows you her ass and walks away.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll start cooking.”
“Can I help?”
“Can you?” He asks back, slipping out of his coat. “Cook, I mean?”
Shame burns through you again. Every other time this topic came up it made you look rebellious and cool to women and a femme fatale to the guys.
In front of Ibiki, you feel like even more of a failure.
“I’m not stupid.” You bark out and he nods.
“You can cut the vegetables.”
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“This is Ibiki Morino.” Inochi gestures at the guy in front of you. “You’re going to work together from now on.”
“Why?” You ask, eyeing him curiously. You know Ibiki. You’d been one year behind him in the academy, but other than that you hadn’t interacted much.
He’d always been just one of the guys, not as memorable as Kakashi nor as flirtatious as Genma. Not a pervert and not someone to lust after. Just… Ibiki.
You, on the other hand, should be well-known to him.
“He’s been made Jonin recently,” Inoichi explains and you straighten in interest.
“Can’t he talk for himself?” You ask because you hate that he’s made Jonin before you. Even if he’s one year older than you, you’ve been handled as the Families Genius for years.
“He can.” Ibiki’s voice is deep, even at sixteen. “I’m going to be assistant to the leader of the Intelligence Division.”
You gape in shock, turning back to your brother. “I was going to be assistant!”
You know you sound like a petulant child, but he’d promised you this position the moment he’d known he’d become Leader.
Inoichi has the decency to look ashamed. Ibiki looks like he could care less.
“Since your abilities are so similar, the Hokage thought it would be better to have someone else take the role of the assistant.” Ibiki points out dryly. “But I hope to work well with you as my assistant.”
You move on instinct, but Inoichi is faster, grabs your hand before it can connect with Ibiki’s face. You’re not sure if you wanted to slap him or read his mind, but now you just look like a fool.
.
Ibiki is the right choice for the position, even if you don’t want to admit it out loud.
He works late when Inoichi can’t be bothered to, little Ino always a bit more important than work. His approach is so different from yours that it would be easy to push it aside but you can see that it works. It’s like two hands, entwined. It’s hard to tell where one starts and the other ends.
But he’s infuriating, impossible to crack.
More than once you’ve been called the most beautiful Kunoichi of your generation. You’ve learned to use your beauty in your work without anyone teaching you to the point that men spill their secrets at the sight of your lips or the flutter of your lashes.
Not Ibiki.
When you have to leave Konoha for a mission and Genma and Ebisu are trying to subtly fight over who gets to share a tent with you, Ibiki tells them with a bored voice that they will share one tent, leaving you to take over the first watch.
Ibiki is a hard-ass, uncaring for anything that’s not his work.
That’s what you think until
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You curse and grip your hand but there’s still blood dribbling down your arm.
“Let me see.” Ibiki is at your side in a heartbeat, pulling your hands apart to assess the damage.
“It won’t need stitches.” He exclaims. “But if you don’t want it to leave a scar you should use Chakra.”
“I know that.” You huff in indignation. “I’m trained in Medical Ninjutsu.”
“Then you’ll have no problem with helping yourself.” He points out and pulls you toward the sink only to step in the place you just vacated, inspecting your work. Even from this distance you can tell you haven’t done your best. You hate cutting onions.
Ibiki doesn’t mention the uneven pieces and you turn back to the cut in your hand, calming yourself down enough to heal it up.
“Turn down the heat.” He points at the stove when you’re done. “And turn the fish.”
You stare at him in confusion. He takes a Spatula from a drawer and flips the filet in the pan without further comment. You feel like a little kid but not in a good way and you scramble to find something to hold on to.
“About next week’s interrogations.”
“I don’t think you should interrogate the Kiri-Nin.” His eyes are on a green vegetable you can’t name. He’s cutting it into thin stripes, his hand moving so swiftly it distracts you from his words for a moment.
You gape when you realize what he’s just said.
“What? No! I was successful with his colleague when your method did not work. It’s my job!”
“Just because two Shinobi come from the same Village doesn’t mean they will both succumb to the same interrogation.” He points out.
You huff. “Let me try. If it won’t work, you’ll have free reign. But I’m sure it will work.”
“Oh? Did you have something planned?”
You straighten. “Of course. Most Kiri-Nin are used to harsher methods. It works well to establish a connection with them.”
He hums in thought. “How are you planning on doing that?”
You start to explain, quickly engaged in a conversation as he continues asking questions. It’s easy to forget that Ibiki is a hard-ass when he decides to act like a normal person.
“Please set the table.” He interrupts your explanation of a difficult Jutsu. “The plates are in this drawer.”
You straighten in surprise. You hadn’t noticed the time passing.
“Do you want some wine?” You ask when you set down the plates, your basket at the door attracting your attention like it’s True North and you’re an innocent compass drawn toward it.
“No alcohol in this house,” Ibiki announces from the kitchen.
“It’s just a little wine.” You huff.
“Nothing’s just a little wine with you.” His voice is calm but his words cut into you like knives made from ice. You freeze.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, your voice dangerously low.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, Morino. I don’t.”
He turns, dares to lean his back against the stove behind him.
“I got the report from your last physical.” He announces. “Inoichi doesn’t know yet, but-”
“What?” You hiss. “Were you planning on telling him? Hm? To get me kicked off the squad?”
“You’re going to get yourself kicked off if you keep drinking like that.”
“I don’t have a fucking problem!” You yell. Something crashes loudly and you realize belatedly that you threw a plate at his head, the porcelain shattering on contact but hitting only the kitchen cupboards.
Ibiki doesn’t speak. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Neko mewling loudly, clearly indignant about the noise in her home. You can barely breathe, the room suddenly too small for you. You move toward the door without another word, grab your basket on the way out, and leave your shoes in your haste to get away.
You don’t have a problem.
-
Your team lead is dead, Ibiki has been captured and Ebisu keeps bleeding from a nasty cut on his arm. He’s the least helpful in this situation, mumbling non-stop as he goes through all the books he’s read, trying to find a strategy that might work.
The worst thing about this? It’s your fault.
Well, that’s not entirely correct. You didn’t kill your team lead and you were not the one who barely missed Ebisu’s heart and instead cut into his arm.
But you’d been one heartbeat too slow, stumbling to catch up in a fight that would have been difficult to win even in top condition.
You remember fighting with Ibiki on your way here, calling him a stuck-up bitch to his face when he refused to listen to your plan on implementing a new Jutsu.
You remember him moving you out of the way, scarred hands warm on your skin as he pushed you to the side just moments before he was pulled from your sight.
If you’d been faster, better, less intent on fighting him instead of your actual opponent, he’d still be here.
Right now you’d take being captured over sitting here with Ebisu.
There’s nothing quite like figuring out you’re not as talented as everyone thinks you are. Nothing like realizing your own failings just in time to see someone looking up to you, believing that you’ll be exactly what they need.
Ebisu is looking at you like that. “You’re the team lead now.” He says and your stomach churns so violently you have to excuse yourself.
You wish for the warmth that settles in your stomach after the first sip of Sake or the fuzzy feeling of safety that comes after a glass of wine. Everything but what you have now.
.
You promise yourself a six-pack of beer if you manage to find out where they’re keeping Ibiki. Your body won’t mind the extra calories if Ebisu keeps eating your rations as well as his.
When that is done, you promise yourself that new dress you’d been eyeing. It’s a deep shade of brown that makes you look like a delicate flower and reminds you a little bit of Ibiki’s eyes when he’s laughing - not that you’d ever tell him that. It’s crazy expensive but you’ll look amazing in it. It might even get Ibiki to show a reaction if only to sigh and tell you not to waste your money on things like this.
All you have to do to earn this dress? Break Ibiki out.
When you find him, his head is a bloody mess but he’s glaring up at you as you untie him.
“Took you long enough.” He jokes but winces when you move him.
“Can you walk?” You ask and put a hand on his neck to stabilize him.
“Sure.” He says but doesn’t budge.
“I don’t know much Medical Ninjutsu.” You explain as you position yourself, pulling his head gently into your lap. A lock of silver hair clings to your fingers when you pull them away and you stare at it. Whatever it is that makes you slip the lock of hair into your pocket, it shall stay hidden.
“Ah, don’t worry if it leaves a scar.” He jokes. “It will fit my face.”
He must notice how your breathing picks up as you struggle to keep your Chakra flowing. You’ve never minded the sight or smell of blood until now. There’s just so much of it and all of it is Ibiki’s.
“How’s Ebisu?”
“He’s fine.”
“And you?”
“Just a little hungry.” You lie, fighting against the urge to throw up.
“Ebisu ate your rations?”
You sigh.
“Why did you push me out of the way?”
“My work doesn’t care if I get a new scar or two. Your work does.”
You laugh shakily.
“You’re just saying that. In reality, you thought I’d not make it through their interrogation.”
You don’t sound angry, don’t feel it even though you think you should. He’d not be wrong in thinking it either.
“You would have made it through the interrogation without a problem,” Ibiki states calmly. “But they might have thought you don’t know enough and killed you.”
Your hands still on his skin. You barely managed to stop the bleeding.
“Ibiki-” You start, unsure what you want to say when Ebisu bursts through the door.
“Guys, we have to go! Oh, am I interrupting something?”
“Yeah, me trying to heal him.” You snap back. “Help me here. He can’t walk on his own.”
.
It’s a miracle that Ibiki makes it back to Konoha alive. That he survives the multiple head wounds. He doesn’t seem ashamed of his scars but you are. It’s another sign of your failings.
You never buy that brown dress but on weekends when you’re not on babysitting duty, you sit with a new six-pack of beer or a bottle or two of wine and fight the fear of being left behind.
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Unwavering III - Ibiki x Reader
this is for @snuggleboots (taglist is open)
Warnings: Reader is dealing with psychological aspects of her work and she's having trouble with alcoholism. Please do not read if this triggers you.
Masterlist - Part II
Are you ready for some action?
Two months after that first night you slept over, you step into your apartment to get a present you bought early only to realize that you can’t tell when you’ve last been here for more than half an hour.
You wonder how Ibiki feels about you living at his place permanently.
He seems undisturbed in his routine for the most part. Doesn’t seem to care that you always wake up curled around him like a question mark.
You could probably walk around naked and he wouldn’t care.
But there are moments when he freezes up.
When you’re cozied up with Neko. When you’re on your period, hair unkempt and body unwashed, vegetating on the Couch in one of his shirts with an industrial-sized bag of chips.
When you put salt into the pudding instead of sugar or when you forgot to take out the cherry pits before making jam, almost losing a tooth when you taste-tested it.
It’s cozy to live with him. There’s always Neko to come home to, even if he’s on a mission. Even if your bed is a little too small to share.
He’s a good cook and an even better teacher. He doesn’t mind if you want to talk after work or stay quiet. He calls you out on your laziness and lets you off the hook more often than not.
If he ever decides to throw you out, you might have turned into a decent cook, but you’ll sure as hell miss him and his annoying fat cat.
.
You’re celebrating Guy finally making Jonin tonight and you know exactly what you want to wear. The dark brown dress you never bought.
You don’t know if Ibiki was invited to the party as well but you already know it would not affect him. It would affect others though and maybe that’s what you need to get out of whatever this was you had going on with Ibiki.
You choose a dark green dress instead, not as low-cut as you normally wear but with an open back to show off. You choose your lipstick carefully from the multitude of colors you still have in this apartment. You know you look good but something is off.
You realize what it is when you step inside Kakashi’s apartment and someone presses a cup into your hand, the liquid splashing over the rim and covering your fingers. The smell makes you want to throw up.
“Thank you.” You tell Raido with a smile. His eyes linger on your lips. You want to go home.
“Where’s Guy?” You ask and he points somewhere to his right. You follow his direction and land in the kitchen where you pour your drink down the sink, wash your hands, and pour yourself Orange Juice with a generous splash of raspberry juice until your drink looks almost the same as the one in the giant punch bowl.
You take a sip and flinch at the sweetness. It will do.
.
The noise leads you to the open deck and the garden where most of the people have accumulated.
Guy’s proving to everyone that he’s able to carry both Kakashi and Asuma at the same time, both men more interested in their drinks than the person carrying them.
“Y/N!” Guy calls out when he spots you. “My flower of Youth!”
You roll your eyes fondly and fling your present at him, knowing full well that he’s capable of catching it. And he does, rips away the wrapping paper to reveal a green jumpsuit that’s way too small for him.
“What’s the meaning of this?” He asks, holding it up. “I don’t have a child.”
“For your future students.” You point out. “May they be worthy of your training.”
Guy looks like he’s about to cry. Asuma has already moved out of his reach but Kakashi’s still standing there, seemingly interested in his drink. Guy wraps an arm around him as if suddenly unable to hold himself up. uses him as a makeshift crutch until he’s close enough to you to hug you, much too tight to be comfortable.
“I like your dress.” Guy declares loudly when he lets go of you again. “We match.”
You smile and pat his head.
“Of Course. You made Jonin after all.”
Another Newcomer diverts Guy's attention.
“Ibiki!” He calls out in surprise. “What brings you here, my friend?”
“I was invited.” Ibiki points out stiffly. You smother a giggle behind your drink. Ibiki’s eyes cut to yours, then to your cup. His mouth is a thin line as always but you already know what he’s thinking.
“Where’s your present?” You ask Ibiki. “Forgot it at the office?”
“No. I did not bring a present.” Somewhere behind you, Raido boos loudly.
“I thought long about what Guy would need as a Jonin. But I found that he might only need our assistance and that he has in spades.”
Guy tears up immediately. You think you hear Kakashi snort but that could be your imagination.
Guy leans forward, probably to pull Ibiki into one of his hugs, and you move to intercept.
“Oh, Anko!” You smile at her. “You’ve just come in too, right? Guy, Anko’s here too.” You turn your friend a little and grab Ibiki’s arm when you’ve succeeded.
“Let’s get you a drink, boss-man.” You don’t have to pull, he’s following you without hesitance into the kitchen that’s still as blissfully empty as before.
.
“What are you drinking?” He asks quietly.
“A disgusting mix of orange and raspberry juice.” You hand him the cup. “But it looks like the Punch everyone else’s drinking. Do you want Soda or something else?”
Instead of an answer, Ibiki pulls you back to him.
You open your mouth, to ask, to protest, you’re not sure. Instead, your lips meet his.
Someone sighs softly and you can’t tell if it’s you or him.
But it’s your hands that curl into his shirt. Hold him close until you hear footsteps coming closer, the noise making you shoot apart.
There’s not even a hint of red on his lips and you’re glad you decided to wear kissproof lipstick tonight, not knowing you’d need it.
Kakashi steps into the kitchen and you stare at him as if he’s a ghost. He blinks.
“Everything okay with you?”
“This has way too much sugar.” Ibiki points out calmly from your side. He’s got your cup in his hand, taking another sip as if it’s his. Your heart’s still beating loudly in your ears.
Did that really happen just now? Or did you fall victim to a Genjutsu? Wait, is he just drinking out of your cup right now?
“Well, no one said you had to drink it.” You point out angrily, “I’ll get you a Soda.”
“Afraid of the Punch?” Kakashi asks and grabs the bowl. “Raido made it.”
“I’m not drinking alcohol.” You say like it’s nothing. Kakashi freezes in his movements. Now it’s him staring at you like you’re a ghost.
“Since when?” Wow, you really must have had a problem if even Kakashi is perturbed by this.
“Two months.” You find the bottles of Soda - not in the fridge because this is Kakashi’s place and he’s never been normal about things like these - and toss one to Ibiki before taking one for yourself. “Glad you noticed.”
“I was wondering why you weren’t hanging out as much.” Kakashi points out. “Thought you got a boyfriend.”
Your eyes don’t flicker to Ibiki because you’ve got control of yourself. You’re a Jonin and a damned good one. But you’d lie if you didn’t think of him the moment Kakashi mentioned the dreaded term. If your lips didn’t start tingling.
But it must have been a Genjutsu, right? Why else would Ibiki still be as nonchalant as he is now? Well, two could play that game.
“Yeah? Well, maybe I got one.” You tease and take your juice back from Ibiki. It’ll probably taste better mixed with Soda.
-
“Dude!” Raido shakes the chair next to him. “Sit next to me.”
“I think he means you.” You tell Ibiki loudly, knowing full well that Raido likes Ibiki about as much as he likes Dentists.
Raido’s face falls for a second before he reconsiders his strategy.
“No sitting together for the two of you.” He calls out and points at you and Ibiki. “You’ll just cheat.”
“Cheating is only needed if you can’t win in a fair fight.” Ibiki points out, sounding bored, and Raido huffs. “Whatever. Y/N, sit next to me. Ibiki can sit next to Guy or whatever.”
“Ibiki, my friend!” Guy welcomes him with open arms. “You’re also not drinking alcohol? We can share this bottle of pear juice that Kakashi gifted me.”
“What are you drinking?” Anko asks rudely to your right. She glares at the bottle of Soda in your right. “Where’s your Punch? Raido, didn’t you give the girl something decent to drink?”
“I’m not drinking alcohol.” You repeat, enjoying how satisfying it feels to say it out loud. You’re not drinking alcohol. That’s it.
Silence falls over your group of friends. Genma drops his Senbon, Asuma almost chokes on his Cigarette. Ibiki sits stone faced next to Guy who looks like he’s going to cry any second. Raido’s sitting slack-jawed.
“What? Why?” Anko looks like you’ve grown a second head. “You’re always so much fun to drink with.”
“I’m pregnant.” Time freezes for a second. Raido’s now sputtering next to you like he’s fighting for his last breath. More than one pair of eyes flies from your face to Ibiki who looks just as bored as he’s looked seconds before. You feel a little sick. How has everyone picked up on your feelings for him when your best flirting leaves him as unbothered as the weather report.
“Just kidding.” You huff. “Gosh, like I’d deal with that weight gain. Nah, I just decided to join Guy in the community of Non-drinkers.”
“When did that happen?” Anko asks, clearly miffed by your choice.
“Ah, about two months ago.”
“So you hid away because you didn’t want to drink with us?” She crosses her arms. “I would have forgiven you if you finally got yourself a boyfriend but you know you can go out with us and stay sober, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You nod. “I just wasn’t sure if I’d cave right away. But I’m good now.”
“So no boyfriend?” Raido asks next to you, sounding a tad bit too hopeful for your likes.
“Doesn’t matter, she’s not interested in you.” Anko points out before you can. “Well, let’s get the games started then. Can we do knife juggling again? I love that game!”
-
You stay the longest out of all your friends, helping to clean up the mess even though you hate doing it. You’re a little afraid of what’ll wait for you at home.
Ibiki’s nowhere to be found and you’re not sure when he left. It’s frankly surprising that he even came. While no one from your friend group would turn their backs on him, he’s not exactly the most social guy. He’s up for a friendly chat in between missions if you meet him on the street, but he’s not the type of person you invite to get a drink together.
Which is a shame, to be honest. He’s awfully good to talk to, doesn’t shy away from getting into heated discussions that actually make sense, and listens to your points instead of waving them off because you’re just a pretty face.
You huff out a breath as you toss out the last bag of garbage. Kakashi’s snoring somewhere behind you, most of the group has conked out in the garden. Guy’s somewhere in the kitchen preparing a midnight snack.
“I’m going to be off now.” You tell him. He moves to hug you and you let him. It’s not as tight as it was when you came in and yet it feels like it carries more meaning this way.
“You and Ibiki, huh?” He asks, boyish grin lighting up his features.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You deflect. He snorts.
“Come on. I know you long enough to know when you’re interested in someone.”
“Sure,” You huff, allowing yourself to be vulnerable now that it’s just you and Guy. ”But me liking him doesn’t make this a thing.”
“That might be true. But I’m sure he cares about you. In his own way.”
You sigh. “Don’t you think it’s… weird?”
Guy stiffens. “Because of how he looks?”
“What? No!” You protest and shuffle your feet awkwardly. This isn’t easy for you to admit. “Because he’s… smart. And tough. And one of the most talented Jonin I know and I’m just… me.”
“Don’t put yourself down. You’re amazing too.”
You huff. “Yeah, Guy. I’m really pretty. I’ve been told that so many times I’ve started to think there’s nothing else about me worth mentioning.”
“No, no.” He grabs you by the arms and lifts you, looks you in the eyes with a determination that’s so Guy it hurts. “You are smart. And powerful. And funny. And caring. You never give up!”
“Jeez, just kiss already.” You hear a voice behind you. You both turn to see Kakashi leaning against the doorway.
“How much did you hear?”
“Enough to wonder why you’re still here.”
“Where else would I be?” You ask.
“At Ibiki’s place, confessing.”
You sink back into yourself. Even with that kiss, you’re not sure this is a good idea. You might have imagined it, after all. Or it was a test and you failed.
After all, Raido had been flirting with you all evening and he’d not once reacted to that.
As it stands, you can’t run from this any longer.
“Well,” you swallow the insecurity and hold it in your stomach where it burns. “I’ll try. Don’t tell the others in case it goes wrong.”
“Sure.” Kakashi nods and pulls you into the most awkward half-hug you’ve ever experienced. He’s definitely not a hugger.
“We believe in you.” Guy pumps his fist in the air to emphasize his point.
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Unwavering.
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Empty Vessels in the Early Tide
Flooding the darkened space
Between the moon and sun
Are a hoard of reveries
In the cold night’s surf
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An armada
Of untold sins and sorrows
Charges through the waves
For their chance at glory
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They meet bursts of fire
And volleys of iron
The minefields and barbed wire
Strewn across my mind
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Every part of me
Will remain unscathed
As the silver sun pours
On ships listing in the tide
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If, you were to ask 100,000 men the following question, I bet almost 100 percent would answer yes, absolutely, without a don't, of course I would.
90 percent would be because they truly felt that way,
9.9 would be because that's what they knew was expected of them
.099 would respectfully say, probably not
And the last .001 percent.
That's me.
The tallest man in the room!
Question, If your higher power was to come to you and ask you a question, and along with His/Her/The words came images in your mind reflective of the words spoken.
Question 1 Would you answer honestly, do you think your answer could change, do you think your strong enough to follow though to the end.
1 Question first, would it be worth everything to you, could you conceive the actual positive impact of everyone...
1 thing to note , if you don't follow through, all is lost
And the outcome of not choosing is not eluded.
One thing aparent to anyone throughout life is the older you get the less time you have for friends,family,and yourself. Kinda makes the equation have a descending variable factor of say .01
1 last variable to keep in mind is the positive impact to all the souls you don't know let's say to yourself is 1 only because to most others wouldn't influence a decision, especially a hugh one.
Your Higher Power,
Ones soul to me is not less/more than another nor 100 to 100,000. All utterly mean everything.
Except to the embodiment of the carrier, yourself sees it as number 1.
You must not fear your sickness, or death for you can not come to me without dying and you can not prepare for what I need of you without a transition of thinking prior to our reconciliation. (My sickness)
1
If one choice would impact everyone you love in the most positive way so much so that their quality of of life far surpassed any compression you have of a good life.
Would you forfeit Yourself ? Your honor, your mind, your freedom?
(keep in mind, years worth of distain,discord, discomfort, disrespect,dishonor,disloyalty flood myself-yourself)
Could you do so knowingly, smile at the deceat, help the dishonoring, entertain the disrespectful lye down with the discord, for the benefit of the ones that become disloyal.
Keep in mind, these are to come from your choice, not the present. Not the way things are, and to those who betrayed you from the choice
One word was thought after the question,
Yes
One action was taken
One path for myself
One destination
I often wonder how many souls have fell short
How many replied no after the insight of what would come finished.
How many regretted their choice.
Myself, I am the .001 Pecent
With a son that's 13 pecent
A daughter that's a percentage above us both
Love that is 1000%
And a soul that is free!
Would you, Could you
W.C.
W loves C
Many have asked themselves
How does he...
Why does he....
There's no way....
If I was him
I'll tell you how , your question and thoughts are incomplete without these words also
Tolerate the disrespect from those whom mean nothing
Allow the disloyalty from people he knows aren't loyal
an Official doing their job will alter my path
It be hard as hell.....
Until someone can stand in front of me and say they are the .001 percent.
Or unless I see your wings
Sit your bitch ass down, Even squatting I'm a bigger man then most!
I'm busy brightening the further of the ones I love.
When you have my love.
You are worth my everything!
Love you
Love me
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Prayer to Overcome Fear of Failure
Conquer your anxieties and embrace your destiny with this powerful Prayer to Overcome the Fear of Failure.
Break Free from the Shackles of Self Doubt today. Fear of failure can paralyze even the most determined soul. It is a universal struggle, a thief that steals our dreams and stifles our potential. But with help from above, you can shatter its hold and obtain the fulfilling destiny that…
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