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k4katsujin · 4 months

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new year's hangover☆

lil drabble where you befriend ghost at the tf141 new year's party... what can possibly go wrong?

content: drunkness, socially anxious-ish reader, ghost being ghost, passing out and hickeys.

author's note: UHHH HAI IM BACK?!?!? icl im kinda hating myself because im posting a drabble instead of a full work.... am sorry.. mi bad mi bad... also im waiting for friday for new invincible content because the brainrot is REALLL

also pls pretend i posted this on new year's eve... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YALL BTWWWWW

shotout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan bc i want to make her bitter /hj, and to @michelleart8 ! <3

anyway enjoy and pls reblog

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"will you be coming at the new year's party tonight?" price asked as he noticed you filling some paperwork in the common room.

"i dont think so" you sigh, "im not that much of a social person, and i still have a lot of paperwork to fill in,let alone medical files."

"are you sure?" price asked, worried you might overwork yourself, but then an idea suddenly came to his mind. "i heard the lieutenant will be there as well, rumors have it you have a crush on him, so it'd be a good opportunity to actually talk to him, instead of just- avoiding him like you do."

the thought of captain price having noticed you had a crush on ghost sent a bright blush to your cheeks, but you waved those thoughts away.

"even if he was here, that doesn't mean i stand a chance with him" you reply, losing focus on your paperwork, now that the lieutenant was mentioned. "we barely talk anyway, and he seems to hate me so..."

"he seems to hate everyone" price chuckled, "dont take it personally. did the fact that he will be there change your mind?"

"i dont know" you sigh, but your little smile was betraying you. "it will depend on whether i have finished filling those files. at what time will it start?"

"around 7!" price replied with a subtle smile, feeling like he convinced you to come. "oh,and, you can come in a casual outfit, no need to pull up the formal uniform", he winked and left.

the few hours that separated you from the awaited party came, and all of a sudden a sudden peak of anxiety invaded you.

what if everyone made fun of your awful social skills? what if you didnt dress well enough?

your overthinking stopped as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket; surprisingly enough, it was a text from price.

are you coming? ghost is here 👀

you chuckled as you put on a comfy sweater, and headed to the common room.

"you came!!" price greeted you, smiling brightly at you. "make yourself at ease, go get yourself something to drink, and who knows? maybe alcohol can help you make a move on our lovely lieutenant" he chuckled, before handing you a cup of alcohol.

"do you... want to get me drunk so i could get rid of my social anxiety?" you asked price, raising an eyebrow.

"maybe" he chuckled, already sounding drunk, "is it working?"

"not reall- ouch"

you blushed brightly as you noticed ghost was the one who stumbled into you.

"oi," he said, sounding slightly drunk as well, "im sorry. must've lost my balance, probably drank too much already. you're y/n, right?"

"y-yes," you nod, still not over the interaction, praying he didn't notice the bright blush on your cheeks, "why?"

"because..." he tries to articulate, and nearly fell on the floor, "ive been meaning to tell you... you're doing a great ass good job... dont let my mean words convince you otherwise, k?"

"oh-" you said, taken aback by this sudden demonstration of kindness, your heart melting. "thank you lieutenant..?"

the evening went on, until the cheerful "happy new year!!!" resonated in the walls of the tf141's buildings, everyone happy to finally greet the new year.

the party then came to an end, and so you decided to stay a little longer to help clean the room. once you got done, and got ready to head back to your quarters, you noticed an odd figure.

was ghost... asleep? he sure seemed to. he probably passed out due to all the alcohol he had drank, and you couldn't blame him.

that's how he somehow ended in your quarters - and if you were to be honest, carrying a man as massive as him was NOT an easy thing, but you somehow managed to. you tried your best to put him in a comfortable position on your couch, but bringing him here was already kind enough, wasn't it? so you just left him laying down on the floor, covering his massive frame with a blanket, and put a pillow under his head.

"this sure was a strange new year's day" you thought out loud, "happy new year lieutenant"

just in case something happened to ghost, you decided pull an all nighter (?), and you were right to, well at least, soft of.

in the middle of the night, ghost woke up, seemingly not over his hangover.

"i'll tell you what, y/n, ive always been in love with you." he mumbled, barely able to stand.

your heart dropped at this confession, but you had to stay lucid: he couldn't possibly mean it, it had to be the alcohol, right? that would make no sense if he was in love with you.

but you couldn't help to secretely wish what he was saying was true, after all you know the saying: drunk words are sober thoughts, and now you really hoped the saying was true there.

"lieutenant,you're drunk, you should go back to sle-"

he interrupted you by kissing you, first on the lips, and then moved on to your neck, leaving a little trail of hickeys here and there.

you gave in the kiss, you knew it was wrong, but it felt so good, but quickly waved those thoughts off: it was wrong in any way. he was your superior, and drunk, you couldn't abuse his drunken state like that.

but the feel of his lips on yours sure felt like heaven...

as if nothing happened, he smirked softly as he pulled out of the kiss, and resumed his peaceful slumber on your floor.

however, the next morning was nothing like that.

"looks like someone had fun last night" ghost grumbled as he noticed your many hickeys. "what the fuck am i doing here? and where even is here, and did you poison me? why is my head pounding?" he asked, back to his usual stern self, and you would actually be surprised if he didnt.

"youre in my quarters" you reply as you handed him a cup of anti hangover tea. "i brought you here because we were the only two remaining at the party, and you passed out. and hum... about the hickeys, how much do you remember from last night?" you ask as you look away, embarassed at the thought of last night's passionate kiss.

"i dont remember shit, why?" he asked, sounding more annoyed than mean.

"okay i..." (you sigh) "promise not to get mad at me if i tell you?" (he shakes his head, annoyed) "okay, so... you confessed yesterday." you blurt out, "but that is not all." (you gulp.) "we also kissed and... you gave me those hickeys."

"oh." he said blankly, and you could feel the blush in his voice, despite his mask.

"yeah.." you chuckled awkwardly, not daring to look at him, "but i have one question though. were you honest when you said you... 'always have been in love with me?"

your heartbeat quickened as you waited for his answer, but you had to know.

"would it be weird if i said yes..?" he asked, unable to look at your eyes, and your heart nearly missed a beat. "i mean, youre always doing what youre told to despite the fact that i treat you like shit and... i don't know, i guess that made me develop a kind of soft spot for you... do you happen to feel the same way..?" he asked, and you could feel the vulnerability in his voice.

"i- i think i do..?" you replied, both confused and relieved. "i mean, i always thought you hated me but.. this feels a bit rushed. can we do it again?"

"okay" he nodded, "how does 'hello, my name is simon riley, known as ghost, lieutenant from the task force 141, and i am in love with the wonderful y/n' sounds?" ghost chuckled with a soft smile, loving at you with loving eyes.

"much better" you reply with a soft smile, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, way better.

later on that day, when you and ghost headed to the briefing room hand in hand, price couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"see? seems like alcohol can do wonders" he whispered, and it made you let out a small chuckle as well.

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trinitytrilogy · 9 months

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hi! i just noticed your patreon has no posts anymore? i don’t know much about patreon so i don’t know if that’s something that just happens but if you deleted all your posts on there, does that mean zeus’ dilemma is discontinued?

kfljdskljfk tdlr; not abandoned, i'll have a better post soon, im sorry yall :sob: i feel rly guilty, but there will be an update this month. more below the cut and tysm <3

hi! it's actually lowkey the opposite? i had a Bad Time at the start of 2023, and completely forgot like pretty much everything until i pulled myself out of that hole. i started writing again in july but i figured with the intense delay between my last post and now i should get two chapters out instead of one. anyway, chapter nine is kind of a quicker one (and i had already written the c romance lock and one of the other ro scenes, and chapter eight was previously drafted i just had to edit and add a few ro scenes spontaneously), so i figured why not. i'm also gonna release chapter five publically then, so ive been going back and making sure the first five chapters r as polished as i alone can make them.

if i simply cannot for some reason finish chapter nine by the end of this month, i'll just go ahead with posting chapter eight, so it won't be fully no updates for a while. it clocks in at about 20k words (and the parent scene is not written and will not be written), so its not unsubstantial i hope.

chapters 10&11 are both bigger than 8&9 in theory, but ive already written the romance locks for k&a (which take place in those chapters respectively) so there's a little work done there too. all in all, i'm about 75% of the way done w ZD and i have no plans to abandon it given how much it's taken to get this far,, im just bad w social media bc it gives me a lot of anxiety lol. im gonna log off again until ch. 9 is done (or aug. 31 hits lol), and im sorry if i havent gotten to ur ask, this was literally just the one at the top of my inbox. ik im rambling, but tysm for reading this far <3

i also have a separate message for patrons or anyone who used to be a patron, but that was dksjfkldsjk so i'm so sorry, just bear w me for a bit until i get the writing ready, i have a bad habit of letting guilt overwhelm me and making things worse.

#update

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butch-himbo-king · 3 months

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hello, here's some unsolicited advice for your sinus infection, pls disregard if you dont want that.

theres 3 things i think might be helpful to you and you might already be doing some of them.

1. neti pot or saline wash. depending on how clogged ur nostrils are, it might be difficult to use a neti pot, but if you persevere doing it daily, i think it can bring some relief. ceramic neti pots are more expensive but i think theyre safer than plastic. you can google how to do this, just make sure to use clean/boiled water. also when ure done, blow ur nose gently and without closing either nostril.

2. nasya, this means putting oil blend up ur nose in the morning. if you google, you can find a lot of premade oils, but i find it safer and cheaper to make ur own. i use coconut oil with 2% essential oil (i use tea tree and eucalyptus globulos) but if you choose to do this, you can just do the euc so you dont have to buy 2. google "nasya ayurveda" for more info

3. steam inhalation, this is the one you might already be doing like when u turn on the shower rly hot and breathe in the steam. i also like boiling water in an pan adding essential oil (again eucalyptus globulos reccommended) off the heat and breathing in with a towel over my head and the pan to trap the steam (this is physically uncomfortable but worth it for the relief)

source: ive had so so many sinus infections both as a child and adult and my mom is into aromatherapy so ive learned a bit from her and also google

Safety note 1: pls still take your antibiotics when you are able to get them!!! these suggestions are more for relief than getting rid of the root of the inflammation so u still need the anti-bios

Safety note 2: if you do this, pls be sure to dilute your essential oils carefully. they are incredibly concentrated substances that can actually do harm undiluted. all the suggestions i made here have been practiced in traditional medicine (specifically ayurveda) for thousands of years and are safe!! but only as long as you follow the directions

im very sorry if this comes off preachy or like im telling you what to do or like those essential oil moms, but these three things have helped me tremendously and i thought they just might help you too. once again, feel free to disregard and tell me to go fuck myself if thats your truth. im also happy to answer any questions if u have them!

i like ur blog and hope u and ur partner continue to do well and be happy!

thank you fr for sending this it’s so sweet and really genuinely appreciated!!!

i have tried the netipot but both of my nostrils are too swollen for the water to even drip into my throat let alone go all the way through to the other nostril. it literally just sits in whichever one i pour it into for a second and then falls straight back out once it overflows lmfao

and i have been doing a lot of steam inhalation with simmer pots and any time i make soup or tea

one thing i haven’t tried though is the oils. i know if i make a trip to my moms house she’ll have everything i need bc she’s also a very herbal remedy type of woman and she has her big wooden storage box of every oil imaginable.

thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to send me a little bit of help this is really and truly appreciated i hope you have an amazing day 🫶🫶🫶

#answered #lowlifekidnappinghuman

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rosepascal · 11 months

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the light of all lights: Prologue

warnings: none for this chapter

a/n: Okay so ive been thinking about this story for a bit and i'm finally putting it into words so i hope you guys enjoy this story <3

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You can do this, you can do this. Closing your eyes you lean your forehead against the steering wheel of your car. The first day of school was always scary for you but now you're a full grown adult coming back as a teacher and it's equally as scary.

Glancing at the clock you see you only have about an hour until school officially starts. Unbuckling your seat belt you try your best to hype yourself up as you walk out of the car.

Repeating over and over that today was going to be great and things were going to go well. You're so wrapped up in your own head that you don't notice the man right in front of you.

Until you run right into his chest. The coffee in your hands smashes against his clean blue shirt, staining the fabric brown. It drips down onto the pavement and you watch in utter horror.

Looking up you're met with a very handsome man who is now covered in your latte. So not only have you spilt hot coffee on someone, they happen to be incredibly attractive too. What a first impression.

"Oh my god...I am so sorry." You stutter out apologies as you dig through your bag for something to clean his shirt with. He just stares at you, occasionally looking down at his shirt.

"It's my first day and I'm really nervous and so I was trying to give myself some encouragement but clearly I wasn't lookin where I was going."

"Yeah, Clearly." He says coldly.

You feel yourself shrink in embarrassment, first day and you've already pissed someone off. You offer him a napkin that you found in your bag but he shakes his head.

"It's fine." Without another word he turns and goes into a classroom next to yours, closing the door harshly behind him.

"That was painful to watch." Someone says behind you. An older woman appears behind you, shaking her head at the now closed door.

"Don't worry, it's not you it's him. Joel isn't exactly the friendliest guy around here." You sigh and toss what's left of your drink in the nearby trash can.

"I'm your other next door neighbor Ms. Jen." You stick your hand out and introduce yourself, happy that you might have made a friend with at least one of your neighbors.

"I feel so bad. Does he like Starbucks? Maybe I can get him something." You say as you look back to his door. She purses her lips and leans in close.

"Let me give you some advice because you're new. The best thing you can do is stay away from Joel Miller. It's for the best." She disappears into her classroom and you're left alone.

Confused at what she means and concerned about what he could have possibly done to warrant a reaction like that. Sitting at your desk you watch the clock tick down until it finally hits 8 am.

As students file in the nerves start to creep back, this was going to be a long year for sure.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #teacher!joel miller

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Crashing Waves XI

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Warnings: referenced blood, referenced wounds, referenced stabbing, referenced drowning, referenced death, hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee was in surgery for two hours. Thirty stitches, one hundred units of blood, and a two hour long surgery. But Whumpee was alive. And would live.

Caretaker was there when Whumpee woke. They stirred more quickly than they had the previous two times they were in the hospital, wincing as their side flared with pain.

“Hey kid, welcome back.”

Whumpee winced again, hands clutching at the hospital blanket. “H-h-hey,” they managed to grit out.

“I’m getting a nurse for you so you can have something for the pain.”

“N-n-no. S-s-sedation,” Whumpee hissed.

Caretaker had already pressed the call button. “I won’t let them sedate you. But I won’t let you be in pain either.”

“I’m f-f-fine,” Whumpee whined as they tried to shift in the bed. They gasped with pain as fire lanced through their side.

Caretaker rolled their eyes. “Sure, kid. Just as fine as me.”

Whumpee’s eyes searched Caretaker’s face and they opened their mouth to reply, but the nurse came in at that moment.

“You rang, Whumpee?”

“Can we get them something for pain? They’re in a lot of pain,” Caretaker said hurriedly, not letting Whumpee send the nurse away.

“Absolutely I can. Whumpee on a scale of one to ten, how bad is your pain?”

“A-a-about a seven.”

“That would be a nine then.” Caretaker added.

Whumpee shot Caretaker a dark look. “I’m fine–”

“If you continue that sentence, I will let them drug you so much you stay in bed and sleep the entire time you are supposed to be here. Let them help you, Whumpee. Please.” Kid, I need you to be ok. And you won’t be ok if you don’t give your body a chance to heal.

Whumpee considered a moment before nodding. The nurse injected something into Whumpee’s IV and Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief as the tension drained from Whumpee’s face. Whumpee’s breaths slowed a little and became deeper as they relaxed, no longer in pain.

“Better?” Caretaker asked tentatively.

Whumpee nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Caretaker kissed Whumpee’s hand.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Scaring you again.”

Caretaker’s heart twinged. Whumpee was apologizing to them. THEM. They were the one who should be apologizing. They left Whumpee to be attacked. Left them defenseless. Left them for dead. “You have nothing to apologize for. I…I owe you an apology.”

Whumpee shook their head. “No.”

“I do. I left you before we confirmed Whumper was in custody. That was stupid. It put you at risk. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You didn’t know.”

“But I shouldn’t have done it. I put you at risk Whumpee. I almost lost you twice. Twice to this guy. I don’t know what I was thinking to leave you alone like that.”

“It’s ok, Caretaker.” Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hand. “I’m ok.”

You are not ok. You died and came back to life twice because I wasn’t fast enough. Because I put convenience over your safety. And then you were impaled by a saber. And almost died. Again. “You’re not right now, but you will be.”

“I did handle myself pretty well,” Whumpee said with a smile. “Did you see the shot I made?”

“You got them good, Whumpee. Whumper’s going to be hurting for a long time.” But not long enough.

“Not too shabby for a two time silver medalist! They’d already stabbed me. I was on my knees and I made the shot.”

“Definitely a gold medal shot, kid.”

Whumpee’s eyes lit up. “You mean it?”

“Yep.”

The doctor came in a couple of hours later as Whumpee was dozing on a cloud of bliss from the medication. “We really need to stop meeting under these circumstances, Whumpee.”

“You think this is bad, you should see the other guy,” Whumpee said sleepily.

The doctor laughed. “I have. You have terrific aim, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s smile grew. “Two time silver medalist.”

“So Caretaker told me. I want to keep you here a couple of more days, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s smile slipped. “Why? I’m fine. One hundred percent.” They tried to sit up a bit more and winced. “Ok, maybe ninety percent.”

“Well, I need better than what you call ninety percent. I don’t often have a patient nearly die as often as you do in a short span of time.”

“How long do you want them to stay, doctor?” I will make sure they don't leave this room until you give the all clear. Until they are safe.

“Let’s see how they do after a couple of days.”

“No fun.” Whumpee pouted.

“I imagine Caretaker here will keep you company, Whumpee.”

Over the next few days, Whumpee had several visitors. Their mother and sister popped in. After many assurances from Whumpee, their mother did not cancel her vacation to the Maldives.

“I’ll be fine, Mother,” Whumpee had said. “Whumper’s under armed watch. Caretaker is here. I’m fine.”

Whumpee’s mother had tried to argue, but after Caretaker gave a nod of reassurance, she left, with Whumpee’s sister in tow.

“I want the full blow by blow when I get back, Whumpee.” Whumpee’s sister called over her shoulder as she followed their mother, grateful that Whumpee didn’t let her vacation get canceled.

Teammate One and Teammate Two came next.

“What happened to your hand?” Whumpee pointed at Teammate One’s casted left hand.

Teammate One’s cheeks reddened as Teammate Two said, “They lost a fight with a car door. Their car door.”

Caretaker had known Teammate One broke their hand punching the car when Whumper was missing, but seeing them not want to share that with Whumpee told Caretaker just how much Teammate One cared. Their secret was safe with Caretaker.

“That sucks, Teammate One. You’re not usually so clumsy.”

“Yeah, well someone needed to fill in for you,” Teammate One teased.

“I am not clumsy!”

Teammate One gave Whumpee a blank stare.

“Gravity and other objects in the world are just attracted to me. It’s not my fault!”

“You’re just so irresistible,” Caretaker whispered as they gave Whumpee’s hand a squeeze.

Teammate Three had called to check to see if Whumpee was up for more visitors. Whumpee had fallen asleep again, smile still on their face. Caretaker had promised to call Teammate Three the moment Whumpee was ready for another visit.

Caretaker was there the entire four days Whumpee was required to remain in patient. Caretaker was there holding their hand, kissing their forehead, watching them sleep. Caretaker was never going to let Whumpee leave their side again.

And so this time when Whumpee discharged, Caretaker was prepared. They’d had Teammate One pack them a suitcase full of clothes. With more ordered to be delivered to Whumpee’s family house at the beach. Whumpee had wanted to go there immediately after they discharged.

“I want to go away when I get out of here.” Whumpee had said on the third morning. They had been staring out the window when Caretaker had gotten back from the cafeteria, two large coffees in hand.

“Sure thing, kid. I could use a vacation. We both could after all of this. Where do you want to go?”

Whumpee took a deep breath. “The house at the beach.”

What? Kid, what are you thinking? Caretaker didn’t argue with Whumpee’s morbid wish. “Ok, kid.” They simply made sure that there would be no way for them to be separated.

Whumpee was silent the entire drive to the house. Caretaker didn’t like the silence. They weren't used to Whumpee being so quiet. They didn’t like it at all. Because it left them to their own thoughts, too. Memories of racing up this road. Racing down the sand. Waves crashing over the crosses. Digging endlessly. And finding Whumpee. So many dark memories.

Whumpee reached over and gave Caretaker’s shoulder a pat. “I’m here, Caretaker. I’m ok.”

Caretaker ducked their head. “I know, kid. I know.” They gave the back of Whumpee’s neck a squeeze and continued onto the property.

Whumpee walked slowly and carefully through the house. Even though they had been cleared for discharge, they still had stitches that needed removal in a few days. And muscles that were still healing. By some miracle, the saber had missed anything vital. Caretaker had thanked whichever angel had been watching over Whumpee when they had failed.

Caretaker dropped the bags in the foyer. They’d deal with them later once they got Whumpee settled and fed. “Where do you want to relax for a bit, kid?”

Whumpee had made their way to the floor to ceiling back windows that overlooked the patio, pool, and beyond that the ocean. “It’s not too cold outside just yet. The sunset is soon.”

Caretaker walked with Whumpee outside, letting Whumpee pick which outdoor couch they would sit on. Whumpee picked the couch that faced the ocean and had a firepit in front. Caretaker lit the firepit because despite what Whumpee said, it was cold. Caretaker settled on the couch next to Whumpee, wrapping an arm around Whumpee. Whumpee shivered next to them, leaning into their warmth. “Kid, you’re freezing.”

“I’m ok,” Whumpee said, eyes never leaving the ocean.

Caretaker got up and grabbed a blanket from inside. They wrapped Whumpee in a blanket as they sat on the outdoor couch, fire pit in front of them. “I am so, so, so glad you are still here, kid.” They kissed the top of Whumpee’s head.

Whumpee nuzzled into their neck. “Me, too.” Their eyes never left the sea.

“I love you, Whumpee.” Caretaker hugged Whumpee tightly.

“Love you, Caretaker.” Whumpee whispered back.

And together they watched the sun set, dipping below the crashing waves.

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caitlinposs · 1 month

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i’ve been hitting my cart to fall asleep so i can get through these days as fast as possible. getting high is the only thing i can cling onto anymore, it gives my life the interest and color i’ve been needing currently. i was on the right track to quitting but i guess ive crashed back into it.

i wonder. if we were still friends would i be over at your house right now? would you be at mine? would i be miserable? or would we be cuddling? i’m not the type of person to confront my thoughts. i let them decide for me, i let them take over because i tend to believe they’re in my best interest. if you ask me for the reason i dropped you, id tell you it’s because i didn’t want you to leave me, but honestly i did it out of instinct. it was one day in february, a switch flipped in my mind and i put no effort into turning it back on.

i guess i realized it wasn’t just the two of us anymore, everytime id come over there’d be 5 extra people invading our space. i only loved you when i was alone with you so i always wanted you to myself. i have no idea why that is. it’s not like i was in love with you or something. :/ but all these people i’ve done wrong, i never did it out of spite or hate. i did it because i don’t know how to fully let someone in.

dont be mistaken, i’m still very evil. ;3

an example of my evilness: one day i’ll confess my undying love for you, and the next i’ll completely forget about it. interest can spark inside of me which will usually burn out fast. the only rare exception is when it doesn’t. my fps. the ones i’ve loved so heavily i could easily set the world on fire for them. obsession taken way too far. but i’ll always have a soft spot for my favorite people. they know my chaos.

in the paragraph you sent me before you blocked me, you told me my only motivation is male validation. honestly, yeah. i agree. i wouldn’t call it validation, but something similar. anyway it’s not like it’s something i can control.

when i was younger i had devoted my soul to my dad out of fear and possibly a little trust. every time i did something wrong in his eyes, my body would shut down and i was unable to feel or think anything. soulless. a certain type of numbness where i could practically feel a reaper touching me. one upsetting response from him and my purpose was ripped out of my chest. even if his demeanor was off, if he was driving a little faster and a little more aggressive, i could immediately feel his mood switch—which would end up causing mine. i felt this feeling again yesterday, over something so small. i was telling my aunt how i applied for a job and he immediately said no in a stern ass voice and shook his head. that shut me the fuck up because i could already feel it flushing into me. a weird feeling of confusion has always come along with this numbness, because i can never truly understand what makes him so upset. he was asking me if i wanted to apply at starbucks the night before? maybe it’s because i applied for the job my mom wanted me to do. actually yeah that’s probably it. my dad’s always been so jealous of her because ‘i treat her better than him.’ it’s totally true, i do, but that’s because she was always there to hold me when i cried and she took the time to understand my soft spots. she tells me she loves me everyday, while i don’t have a memory of my dad saying i love you.

so that’s it. that’s all i want from men. i know now, i don’t crave their validation, i crave their care. their sincerest love. i really yearn for someone to put their hand on my head and pull me into a hug every time they noticed i looked a little empty. someone who doesn’t become demented or begin ignoring me when i mess up. someone who will stay by my side even if i reject them just because they know me better than anyone, someone who doesn’t let me push them away. someone who’d never get tired of dealing with my guilty tears. someone who would rather hold my hand than stick it in. ugh. unconditional love.

and basically, i guess id do anything for this kind of care. i’ve fucked plenty of people over just to experience it, even if all of it was bound to end up temporary. but, of course, all that it did was remove more people from my life. make me more lonely. i’m begging please don’t blame me forever. i hope you understand this uncontrollable urge is not something im close to mastering. when im attached, i would rather rip all of my hair out before i allow you to slip through my fingertips, even if i just met you a day ago. when i start seriously thinking about someone, there’s absolutely no going back. until i break and my brain becomes weak from allowing the thoughts to consume it. just thinking about a guy’s potential in caring for me so gently gets me messed tf up. that’s why i try to see guys as weird creatures so i don’t get attached to any. my lips feel like poison, causing damage is all i’ve ever known.

but, i know im young. the so called “men” im talking about are actually boys. when i grow wiser and develop into somebody i can actually be proud of, i can only pray that god will bless me with this type of undying love.

god please please please give me your strength

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esnyshire · 1 year

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amateur PT. 3

summary: In part three of amateur we finally get to hear what goes on in Harry’s head. With a twist of course. Submitting is the last thing on his mind.

warning: nervous Harry, public sexual conduct, the support from Love, first time oral exploration, dom moments, Harry tries hard

wc: 4.8k

HARRY P.O.V

For the entirety of my shift, Love has been teasing me. Her soft touches all over my body, lingering in dangerous areas. I am being publicly tortured. I'm so wound up from her watching me earlier in the locker room and now her in that bikini is doing nothing to help calm me down.

Every move she makes is calculated, and she does it with a smile on her face. She's antagonizing me. She plays it off well, nobody noticing how seductive she's becoming as time passes in this crowded pool. Her skin is hot from the sun as it glides against my own, it's addictive the way she touches me. I never want her to stop, she makes me feel like I'm being slowly dragged to hell for all the nasty things I've daydreamed about doing with her while simultaneously ascending to heaven with how beautiful she is.

I'm still on shift, so I have to focus on the resident children swimming. Love is a constant distraction, I lose sight of her for a fragment of a second only to feel her swimming between my legs, grabbing my thighs and leaving soft nibbles on my skin.

At this point I want her to take me away from all these people and take advantage of me, to use me and abuse me. I'm entranced with the way she talks, so confident and unapologetic.

She's like a waterfall, pushing and flowing down the rough edges of the rocks, filling up every crevice and crack. Ive never wanted someone as much as I want her. Her words weave their way into every corner of my brain, taking over every one of my senses. Leaving no room for anyone else.

In the short amount time getting to know Love, I've noticed she barely talks to people. I'm also very aware she never actually spoke to the women she sat with all the times. It's humorous to have knowledge of what they've spoken of me so freely in front of her. Seeing us interact for two days straight must be a big shock to them. I haven't noticed because I can't even concentrate on anything else but Love. She is at the forefront of my mind, night and day. Her plush lips are softly brushing against each other as her words leave her mouth, while she converses with her friends. Her long dirty blonde hair is draped over her back as small droplets drip front the ends of it, leaving wet marks on the top of her exposed ass. She has a glow to her, her new tan accentuating her toned dancer body.

That's one new thing I've learned about her, she's a dancer and a damn good one. I also learned that she has a dance partner.

I'm not mad cause he's male, that would be childish of me. I'm more focused on him touching her, and her enjoying it. I don't think I can give her what she wants, I don't have it in me to take the lead. I can't even imagine me doing the things she's done to me, I think I would pass out from the pressure of it all. I want to, so badly that it physically hurts me to know someone can please her in ways I can't.

I barely know her and already can't stand the thought of someone getting her the way I have, a tight burning feeling forms in the middle of my chest just thinking about it. She's enigmatic to the point where I find myself ready to show her exactly what I want to do to her, and I've never taken control of anything in my life.

I watch her walk around mingling, smiling, and laughing with her friends. I can't help but wonder if she would ever let me take control if I decided to. She seems to be dominant, in almost every aspect of her life. Even though I'm on the clock I've been watching attentively. Her friends rely on her a lot, to keep the conversation going, or else they would be lost. Wherever she goes they follow.

It's mesmerizing.

The pool closes in five minutes, which means I get to be alone with her again.

I need to prepare myself for Love. I never know what she's going to do or say. My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating so fast I feel it could jump out from my chest. I have no control over my body as I make my way to the lockers. My legs begin to go numb, it's like millions of needles are poking me with every step I take. I search for her in the crowd of people leaving, when my eyes land on her rage boils in my stomach. She is hugging her partner.

He wraps his arms around her waist and hoists her off her feet, a squeal leaves her lips as she smiles the biggest smile I've seen since I met her. I don't normally get mad so easily, but seeing her be playful and touchy with someone else only makes me want to take control even more. I need to show her that I'm willing to do certain things. I turn around before she can see I'm watching and make my way to the lockers.

It's normal, I remind myself. It's okay that I'm not experienced. She's okay with it, she finds a thrill in my willingness to give her the reins. I don't think she would've continued with her cat and mouse game if she wasn't okay with the answers I gave to her questions the first day she came into the locker room.

The turmoil within myself suddenly disappears, it wouldn't hurt to try something new with her, I feel comfortable. I remind myself how crazy I sound considering I just met this woman. But it's true and I'm not running from it. That doesn't come easily from me either, to trust someone so quickly the way I have with Love.

Love, what have you done to me?

I fumble with the lock to my locker and slow down my breathing. My mouth dries instantly when my ears register the slow creak of the door. I hear the pads of her feet lightly hit the floor as she makes her way to me. I lean my head against the cold metal and take a deep breath in. I don't know if I should be nervous or mad.

Maybe both.

Most definitely both.

I feel her hands run down my back, sliding to my sides and wrapping her arms around my torso. She's warm and her skin is so soft, a weird contrast considering she was in the cold chlorine water that should have made her skin cool and dry. She's an enigma, in all aspects. I can't get my head around her giving me the time of day, she's the polar opposite of me. She needs someone who can match her in every way possible and I'm so obviously not that.

Before I can think too hard about what I'm doing I reach for her left arm that is tightly wrapped around me and pull her to stand in front of me, she is taken off guard by my swift movement. Although I'm nervous and feel like I might pass out I smile a little, seeing a little bit of me in her right now. The look on her face pushes me to continue with my dominance. I take both her wrists and lift them above her head. I hold both wrists in one hand and pushing them against the locker. A rush of pressure surges through my body and goes straight to my dick. This feels amazing and I've barely done anything. I lick my lips, getting ready to speak, " I feel like you're doing all this on purpose"

"Wha-"

"I wasn't finished speaking." I cut her off as I bring my lips close to her neck, ghosting them on the cartilage of her ear.

"You walk around my pool, all confident and sexy. You suck me off in the locker room then act as if nothing happened. Is it that easy for you? Teasing me like that and you just walk away fine." I say putting some base in my voice, trying to hide the nervous shutters forming in my chest. I'm out of my depths here but this feels way too good to stop now.

"It's not easy," The tone in her voice is condescending, letting me know I was wrong in my thinking. "You are a sight, you know that Harry?"

She pushed her back off the locker, hands remaining confined behind her as her breasts press firmly against my chest. "Every time I leave this locker room, I'm dripping for you, my dirty boy." She smiles as she finishes her sentence, pleased with her new nickname for me.

"How come you never told me?" My curiosity gets the best of me and I start to slip into my submissive behavior as she tries to take control again.

"It was for you to enjoy, not me. You needed it more." A thin layer of water coats her eyes like she's in pain being constricted the way I have her. I stare into her eyes as my fingers glide across her bare skin to her breasts.

I circle the pads of my fingers around her right nipple, teasing her with small pinches. I flatten my palm on her chest and harshly push her back against the locker. A small gasp escaped her lips, from the contact of the cold metal. I politely push aside her bikini top exposing her hard nipple and squeeze lightly to get a reaction out of her. Her back arches and her mouth falls open in the most perfect O shape, I feel my cock twitch. He's begging me to stuff her, but I've got to be patient. I have plans for Love. I lean forward and attach my greedy mouth to her rock hard nipple. I suckle like I'm being fed the last supper. I remove my mouth and look into her foggy eyes.

"I appreciate your kindness," I say under my breath. "But I can't forget about your needs just cause I haven't done much before I met you." She looks at me with wide eyes, noticeably surprised. "It's my turn to take control, that's okay with you?" She takes in my face and slowly nods. My lips quirk up, knowing the words that are about to leave my mouth will hold so much irony.

"Use your words, Love," I steal the same exact words she's said to me every time I couldn't get my mouth to work.

She'll never fully realizes how hard it is for me to speak. I was pretty much a mute for most of my childhood and some teen years, only when I got proper speech therapy did I speak. Even then it was hard for me to actively participate in conversations. The day she approached me on my chair, I knew she was making her way to me before she even got halfway around the pool. I have been admiring her since she first came to the pool, in the same spot with the same expressionless face.

"Yes," she rushes out, "Please."

I don't know what I'm doing, or if what I'm doing is correct. I just go with it. I bend down just enough that our lips are in reaching distance and I waste no time in connecting them. The kiss is passionate and hot, like I've starved her just so that in this moment she can devour me to her heart's content. Her lips taste of cherry and lemon chapstick, if she was a candy my lips would be puckered and my eyes would be squeezed shut tight. I'd take the temporary pain and wait for the savory taste of her soft-centered core.

Just from the way she eagerly gave in to my request has my dick throbbing in my swimming trunks. I'm brought back to reality when I hear a small whimper leave the back of Love's throat.

Her hair is a frizzy mess, while her cheeks are a beautiful shade of deep red. I snake my hand up to the back of her neck and comb my fingers through her scalp, I close my fist on the hair between my fingers and pull her lips away from mine. Just from the way she focuses on my face, my legs feel weak. It takes all my willpower not to fall to my knees and let her do what she wants. But I need to do this, for me and Love.

I let go of her hands that are confined above her head and pull her into my body. My hands explore all over her, gripping and kneading at her soft skin. She's so beautiful, I swear I've imagined her. That none of this is happening and I'm just having a very nice dream.

I slowly drag my hand down her back, while I tighten my other in her hair pulling her back to my lips. I take a handful of her ass and lift her off from the floor. She wraps her legs around my hips and pushes her lips so hard on mine I feel like all the breath in my chest has been knocked out of me. I'm being overstimulated, all I can focus about is her body pressed to mine. I've never been challenged sexually before. To be with someone who waits on you to make a move. It's foreign and maddening knowing I have to initiate everything.

I can do this.

I push her against the locker, and my lips leave hers for the second time. The look on her face shows she's not pleased but doesn't say anything to protest.

"I've never been good with words," my hand smooths the skin on her back, and her breasts push up against me. I roll my eyes, it's seriously infuriating going this slow but it feels good to be in control. I want to drag this out a bit, it's something Love would do. "but you make me want to learn every word imaginable so I can describe to you how I feel right now," I whisper out, my eyes roam over her face.

"You make me talk during times I normally wouldn't even be able to form a sentence, you've pushed me so far off the edge. I can't believe I'm even doing this." I speak some truth in the moment, hoping to calm myself down with all the doubts swarming my head.

"That's what I wanted," she nudges her nose against mine. "I knew you had it in you. Now, why don't you show me what you can do, my sweet boy." The innocent nickname slides off her tongue with ease and the switch from dirty to sweet has my skin crawl with excitement.

I bring my hand to her chest and slowly inch up to her neck, grabbing her jaw, I bring my face close to hers. Her hot breath fans over my lips as I wait for a signal to continue. She lifts her chin and grabs my wrist, guiding it to her neck. I watch her intensively as she takes my thumb and middle finger, placing them over two prominent veins. She places her hand over mine and begins to put pressure on my two fingers. Her veins plump up, seeming to cut off the circulation to her head. It's then that I realize she's teaching me how to choke her the proper way. My eyes widen. Looking directly to hers, she nods in understanding that this is something that I'm not used to. I've never put my hand around a woman's neck before and I most definitely didn't know it was something that was done during sex.

This just reminds me again that there are more experienced people who can handle this type of pressure and power. They would relish this feeling and not want to cower in a corner just how I want to right now. A beautiful woman is clinging to my body and I can't get this feeling of uncertainty off my chest. I try to push all my thoughts to the side and enjoy everything happening to my body.

Her eyes are reassuring, calming the panic that started to form in my gut. I continue my actions by loosening my hand from her hair. Guiding my hands to her hip bones, I massage her skin. I rub my pointer finger over her center, through the thick fabric of her bikini. A whimper leaves her lips as I begin to draw circles on her clit. Her back arches from my slow tantalizing motions, I can't take my eyes off her body.

I yank her by her neck, so quickly her hair flies forward over her face. She inhales harshly, in bliss with my newfound toughness.

"I want your pretty lips on mine," I say proudly. She smiles at my request and leans in. I stop her movements by putting more pressure on her neck. We are centimeters away from each other and I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I don't know how much more I can handle, I push through though. "Other lips, Love." The smirk on my face grows as her smile begins to fade.

This is exactly what she wanted, and she's going to get it. I keep reminding myself to continue. She likes it, she wants this just as much as I do.

"Have you done this before?"

"No, but there's a first for everything. Yeah?"

Her body goes limp around mine, stumbling as she lands on two feet. My hands feel every inch of skin she allows me to, grabbing and rubbing as I make my way to my knees. I kiss every part that comes in contact with my lips. Savoring every flip of my stomach her soft skin brings me.

I'm now looking up at her, the difference in our height normally is comical. Now having the roles reversed I can't imagine being so confident while someone towers over me like a tree.

"Don't be shy, take them off." She whispers out.

I harshly gulp, and bring my hands to the strings of her bikini bottoms and pull slowly as I hold eye contact with her. As she looks down at me I can't help but smile at her, although I'm the one on my knees I'm still in control.

She's letting me keep control. I'm thankful. I am.

But, I feel like I'm drowning.

Oh god, help me.

"You okay?"

I feel like the only reason she's asking me that is because I physically look like I'm losing the ability to breathe. My face feels hot and my hands are shaking. It's no secret anymore that I'm nervous, I'm not hiding it as well as I think I am. I'm not okay at all. She can't know that, that will only give her back the power I so eagerly pushed on myself.

"Don't worry about me Love," I puff out my chest just a little to hide my nervousness as I reach for her hips. "Just put that pretty little pussy on my face."

My head takes a spot between her legs, kissing at her pelvic bone. I leave wet kisses everywhere else but where I know she needs me most. It's fun teasing her, hearing her whines and whimpers. Just when I place a sloppy kiss on the top of her clit, a soft exhale of air comes from the depths of her chest. My tongue darts out and slowly trace circles around her clit.

I pucker my lips around her and suck on her like a lollipop, her hand shoots to my head weaving her fingers through my hair. She grips my hair and pushes me to her center, pressing my nose against her soft pillowy skin.

She's trying to suffocate me with her pussy, and I can't seem to complain. It would be a wonderful way to die.

"Oh." She cries out softly.

Her breathing is heavy, pants coming from her like she's struggling to fill her lungs. As her legs begin to shake I grab hold of her ass in a way to give her a seat to leave back on. Her hips start to grind against my face as I pick up the pace of my tongue, lapping and slurping up every drop of her. I detach my mouth from her clit, her warm legs no longer squishing my face with comfort.

"What's my name, Love?" I look up, her eyes are hooded and glossed over. I soon slip into a comfortable state, feeling way too buzzed with adrenaline to even think about how nervous I was just a few minutes ago.

She hasn't even been talking like she usually does, so bravely speaking in times like this is her specialty. Hearing nothing from her causes a pang of worry to course through my body.

"Are you o-"

"Harry, please don't stop," she breathily lets out rushed words. Her voice is strained like she's been holding in a scream for ages.

"Touch me, I need you to touch me."

I keep eye contact with her as I bring my hand to her center, my middle and ring finger find her clit and I begin to rub on her nub ever so softly. She's so wet, her cum is already dripping down her legs.

My mouth begins to salivate just from the sight of her sweet nectar. I slide my fingers to her entrance and slowly push in, my face takes its place back between her legs.

As I look up from my position, on my knees, admiring the beautiful women who's stood above me. Writhing in pleasure, mouth agape, and to add the cherry on top she's a mesmerizing shade of red. Her hair is a frizzy mess and she's groping her breast in a way to occupy her needy hands.

The small glimpse of her I get in this moment causes a moan to leave my lips, straight onto her clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head as goosebumps erupt all over my body. She's so fucking beautiful, I know I've said I might pass out but I think now I'm most definitely going to pass out.

The vibration of my moan causes her to arch her back, her pussy clenches on my fingers in quick spurts. As I glide my fingers up, I feel a quarter-sized lump on the inner wall of her vagina. I slowly press my two fingers against it, which elicits a loud moan to leave her chest.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She squeezes her breasts unbelievably hard and I feel myself twitch in my trunks. Good god.

I take note and continue my movements, quickening my pace with my fingers along with my mouth.

Her legs are weak and noise is constantly flowing from her mouth, each sound from her teaches me things I never knew were possible. She's so reactive and without words helping me, just watching her come undone has me throbbing. I can feel my pre-cum soaking the front of my trunks.

I find the courage to speak, "You look so beautiful from down here." I wait for her reply. "Fuck, you're so hot." My fingers continue their tantalizing movements

"I know exactly what you mean," she stops mid-sentence, a gasp leaving her soft pink lips. "why do you think I love doing it to you?"

Through all her pleasure she finds the strength to smirk at me, biting her bottom lip as she softly giggles only to be stifled by a moan.

"Let go for me, Amor."

I latched back onto her clit, sucking and circling. I try and spell my name with my tongue, first and last. I close my eyes enjoying her taste and smell. How soft her skin feels on my face, how her pussy juice is slowly dripping down my jaw and neck, coating my mustache in her clear shiny cum. I can just imagine it glistening like a freshly cleaned diamond as she looks down at me.

She grabs onto my shoulders, roughly digging her nails into my skin. She's hunched over me, gasping for air as she reaches her high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels so good!" She yells at me.

"Just like that baby, shit!" She praises.

"Oh god, oh god. Fucking hell!" She pleads.

It's like all the words she was trying to get out this whole time let loose once she did, a never-ending damn flow of water spewing out of her mouth. I let her ride out her high, flicking my tongue over her now engorged clit. I slowly slide my fingers out and looking at my hand. It's covered in her juices.

I take my hand to my mouth and suck at the two fingers I just had in her. Licking everything up, staring at her the entire time. I stand to my towering height and grab her face and force our mouths together.

The kiss is rough, lips are smushed and wet from the leftovers on my face. I'd give up all my riches just to kiss her whenever I'd like. She sighs into the kiss and her body goes limp, if I wasn't practically holding her up I'd do the same thing.

We separate from the kiss, panting from the lack of oxygen due to our recklessness, I'd much rather kiss her than breath.

"You sure you've never done this before?" She lazily smiles, a cackle leaves her small body as her chest jumps up from laughter.

I shake my head smiling down at the floor, "Yeah, I'm sure."

I unlock my locker and grab a fresh towel and clean her up to the best of my ability. I chuck the towel in the laundry bin and grab her bikini from the floor. I slip it in between her legs, covering her core. I grab the strings and tie a small bow, then proceed to do the same for the other side. My movements are slow and when I finish I gently brush the pads of my fingers across her hip. My touches are delicate and deliberate, I want nothing from her. If anything I want to do more for her.

"How about we get out of here, and go out tonight? I've only ever seen you in a bikini, your dancing clothes, and well, naked." I chuckle at the thought of skipping so many steps when finally having sex with someone. It's not usually oral? And never the first day you meet?

Right?

"I'd like that a lot. Plus, I get to dress up for you." Her eyes focus on my lips then on my eyes, then back to my lips.

My cheeks heat up, just as my chest inflates with a big gasp of air. The thought of her dressing up for me causes butterflies to form in my stomach. Tickling my insides so much I feel the need to squirm.

"Great. I'll pick you up. How does 9 sound?" I timidly ask, trying not to show how excited I am to see her a second time in a day. She makes me feel good, the best I've felt in a while.

"Ok, but you have to walk me to my car."

Perfect, I want to kiss her.

"Let's get dressed, Love."

I quickly get dressed and grab my bag, locking my locker and the pool. We make small talk as we walk to the parking lot, exchanging numbers and her address.

"Are you gonna tell me where we are going?" She asks expectantly.

"I think I'd like to keep that a secret if you don't mind?" As we get to her car the sunset beside us leaves a shadow across half of her face, the glow from her light brown eyes knocking the breath out of me. The highlights in her hair glow from the sun cascading off her.

I can't help but admire Love.

"How am I supposed to know how to dress?" She quirks her eyebrow up at me. I giggle at her silly face and turn to face her.

I stroke her cheek with my hand and speak, "it's not fancy," I can't help but enjoy this adrenaline rush that's still coursing through me. "Wear something that will make you the center of attention."

"That's easy."

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APSJDNFNWJFJEJX OK SO IVE JUST CAUGHT UP ON TEAM HARMONY (Turns out I didn’t read up to chapter 23 like I thought I did-) AND THE NEWEST CHAPTER TOO AND- O M G ? ? ? ? ?

First off: It was literal PERFECTION- frickin Itachi and Hinata are so CUTE and I love the way they interact!!! (Her noticing Itachi’s attractiveness was a nice add on!!!)

Itahina is literally my weak spot, every time y’all write it I feel a piece of myself m e l t ! i feel like this little scene might lead to conflict later down the line between Hinata and Sasuke though. He already feels second best to Itachi, and like his replacement, so how will he react once (if) he finds out about these little meet ups? speaking of conflicts- Naruto’s sadness/anger at the announcement made me feel for him like- i can’t- the way Sasuke handles it is kinda annoying like- HE WAS GONNA LEAVE HIM OUT OF SUNRISE WATCHING??? NAH-

Also! I’m very curious about Minato and what he’s doing about what Hinata told him about Itachi and Danzo. It’s definitely something important, and I know he’s doing an investigation, but it just feels like he’s not gonna be able to do much unless he gets something concrete, something he can chase. Which brings to mind, why didn’t Hinata tell him about the arm? Even though Itachi told her not to, would it not be helpful for her to throw Minato a bone and tell him?

And Sai sneaking around Hinata!!!! Danzo better watch out before dismissing her so easily, but what exactly will Sai be doing? What’s his mission? and the C-rank from hell!!! How will Team Kakashi handle Zabuza and Haku? Assuming y’all are following the canon timeline and will have that be their first c-rank! I’m really curious to see where everything will go!

i hope your hiatus treats y’all well! I shall patiently await the next chapter.

-Your Obedient Reader

To my Obedient Reader,

There will definitely be some issues that will come to a boiling point by the time we hit the Search for Tsunade arc! In fact, it's something we're VERY excited to write and post up for our readers. I know what direction I want it to go in, but I have to let it write itself out when we get to it <3

As for how Sasuke handles Naruto's emotions, it's a bit heartless but he does have to think about it politically rather than emotionally. Still, he is also just a kid who is now officially engaged to the girl he's super into so he wants alone time. But I totally get it!

There's a lot that Hinata can't reveal to Minato outright, even though they're both aware of who her "source" is. With the arm, Itachi wants to be sure and have more information than just the arm. He wants to give Minato the how and who is helping so he'll have more to go on in the future. I hope that makes sense <3

Sai's mission is the one he is still working on when you meet him in Shippudden canonically! I should've made that one a bit more clear, sorry!

The Land of Waves arc is going to go mostly the same as in canon, so hopefully, it won't be too boring or even disappointing. There will be differences that account for how strong they currently are as well as having a Byakugan on the team this time around though!

Honestly, this hiatus was meant to also help me get my butt into gear so I can finish writing the rest of part one before giving birth, but I've mostly just been crocheting and sleeping and nesting! Hopefully, I can get more done soon!

Thank you so much for your asks! They make our day <3 Every time I show them to R3DX, he gets pretty proud (especially since this is his first time delving into fanfiction), so that's always nice to see. I hope I was able to clear some things up!

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hey so i was wondering how did u get good at grammar and sentence structure, and if u have ever used a style book?

im actually really flattered by this ask bc half the time im CONVINCED im awful at grammar and i literally had to google what a style book was shksdhgjsh. no i've never used one and honestly the way i learned creative writing is really not a method i'd recommend if you have other options? i've talked about it before somewhat but basically aside compulsory english classes in school, i was never actually given lessons for writing. everything i picked up outside of school was through pure trial and error which isn't a bad thing, it just takes a very long time because instead of someone saying 'hey you're doing this wrong' you first do it a couple hundred times and then like. read a book and realise the author Doesn't do that thing and you google it and realise you've been doing it wrong this whole time. and then you have to UNLEARN that habit and yeah it's a complete pain.

i was taught a lot about creative writing in primary school just because it's something curriculums tend to aim at younger students and then progressively stop teaching as they get older because it's 'not serious english'. on top of that, during primary school i was already writing as a hobby, so the most support ive ever had when writing was literally when i was like 10 years old lmfao. the point im getting to is that i carried on writing when i left primary school with the lessons my teacher had given me even though i didnt really get taught anything about creative writing at secondary school, but some personal shit went down in my life at 12 and i actually stopped writing completely. like i literally did not write a single thing for two whole years. so when i was 14, i picked it up again but had no real memory of grammar/creative writing aside the basics and my own imagination. i had to learn everything again from scratch with no outside help. when i tell you i still have some word docs from stories i wrote at 14 and they are quite literally UNINTELLIGIBLE. like i wasn't even using paragraph breaks.

and in five years, im now here with my writing. im very proud of myself because i know i did this a very difficult way and still didn't let it deter me from writing, but im still very much telling you that if you have the resources to access lessons/help for grammar, i really recommend you do that. you can literally see how my writing has improved from chapter 1 of taob to now, and that's only because for the first time basically ever, i stopped letting this hobby of mine be a completely isolated experience. the progress i made alone in three years is about 1/3 of the progress i made with help in two years and that's not an exaggeration.

so yeah, i think when it comes to grammar, there's no shame in using resources, whether that be teachers, tutorials or style books. i wish i'd done that when i was younger. who knows where my writing could have been now if i had

#yes i do firmly believe writing is one of those awful hobbies where so much of it boils down to practise #and that's one thing i had an abundance of bc ive just been writing for so long #but certain things like grammar/sentence structure will take you YEARS to figure out alone #not because any of us is stupid but because it's all so subtle #when you're reading a book you hardly notice when a comma has to become a full stop or a dash etc #so why would you think to notice it in your own writing? and even more than that how would you begin to just KNOW when to do it?#it's super difficult and i did it suchhhh a long-winded way and even today i still notice mistakes in my writing #that i never knew were mistakes and have taken my entire writing career to notice #it's very frustrating #so yeah asking/getting help is probably the best bet with this kind of thing #ask #writing ig

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Fire and Steel (Speedrunning Therapy) Part 5

Content warning for blood. Holy crap I finally finished the next scene! This isn’t even a full day in the story, and I’m hoping to work on the next half this week! But Chess gets to punch someone in this one! About 5,700 words.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Tagging: @drabbleitout, @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @for-fuchs-sake!

When Ives stirred, my eyes immediately flew open, and I sat up. I hadn’t slept so soundly ever, it felt like. And I was all tangled up with him. I blushed as I sat up. Shit. I never had a sense of personal space after I fell asleep.

I could barely glance at him as he stood up. “Sorry about last night. And I think I would want to go into work with you, if that’s okay.” I didn’t want to be alone.

He left the room, and my stomach dropped. Had he even looked over at me? Had that been it? My only chance to make him interested and I blew it on getting flustered and having a nightmare? I mean, it made sense. No one ever stayed with me for more than a night. Oh fuck. I had ruined everything.

But he just walked back in with a smile and my clothes in his hands. “We’re going to have to have a serious talk about the amount you apologize,” he teased, and my thoughts got even more confused when warmth settled in my chest. He didn’t hate me. He placed my clothes on the bed, having already changed into a work shirt and padded slacks. How the fuck…? “But you’re absolutely welcome to come with me. Mikki should already be there, so we may want to leave soon to get there before shift starts.”

I nodded and grabbed my clothes to go change in the bathroom. After getting all panicked over one little thing, I was way too embarrassed to change in front of him. Once I was back in my normal clothes, I splashed my face with water to hopefully get rid of the blush and walked back out, handing him his shirt and shorts I had been wearing. “Thank you. I appreciate everything you’ve done.”

He took the clothes and set them on the bed. “I’m happy to help. And I hope you know you’re welcome here, any time you’d like.” We walked back to the entrance, and he grabbed my jacket. “I understand if you may want to go elsewhere for the night, but if you’d like to come back, maybe we can pick up some things for you on our way back.” He helped me into the sleeves of the shirt, and my cheeks burned all over again. But then he called Niner, and I got distracted by her, leaning down to pet her.

I nodded. “We’ll see, but I’d love to spend the night here again. I felt very safe.”

“Well, you’re certainly welcome to come back.” He opened the door for me, and I perked up at the view again, walking over and staring especially at the ocean.

I smiled. “It’s so gorgeous.”

“It wasn’t always so.” The elevator dinged, and I had to force myself away from the sight, getting on the elevator with Ives and Niner. “Barely a decade ago it, much like the rest of the country, was near the brink of collapse. There’s still things to be done, but it’s proof humans are quite brilliant beings, capable of healing and helping one another. And a sign not all things will always be terrible.” I tilted my head at him, but then his fingers brushed my prosthetic hand and then took it gently, and my cheeks burned worse. Fuck. I would never get used to someone touching my prosthetics as if they were precious.

The lobby was crowded, but Ives kept ahold of my hand, so we got to the car just fine. He let go of my hand only when he opened the passenger door for me. I just got in quietly, thinking about what he had said. Humans had actually done something good? Not more harm? It was confusing. Niner jumped into the backseat and whined, and I automatically reached back to pet her. She whined again, nudging my hand for more pets.

When Ives got in the driver’s seat, I glanced over at him. “This is a beautiful world.” I hesitated, but I wanted to ask this. “Is there a place you’ve always wanted to see? Like me with the ocean.”

He stayed quiet for a while, starting the car and heading out. His brow pinched. “I don’t know. I’m a little embarrassed to say I’ve never thought about it. Maybe…maybe a place with snow. It snows here and I enjoy it, so maybe something like that.”

I nodded. Snow was beautiful, at least when I didn’t have to worry about sleeping in it. “Snow’s good for cuddling and warm drinks.” At least that was what I heard. “And it’s gorgeous when it blankets everything in pure white.”

“You’re right.” He nodded. “We didn’t get as much snow this winter, but maybe visiting a place with snow would be nice.” He looked like he wanted to continue that sentence. Oh. Was there someone he wanted to go with? “Would you want to go to the ocean sometime? If you didn’t want to get into the sand, maybe to the boardwalk or shops?”

He seemed to want to go with someone if he went to a snowy place, and hoping it wasn’t someone specific, I decided to speak up. “I’ll totally go with you to whatever place with snow you’d like, if you want.” A shy smile pulled at my lips. “I do enjoy travelling, even if I mostly did it to get to a new place where people didn’t recognize me on sight. And I’d love to go to the ocean! And honestly,” I leaned forward like it was a big secret. “I’ll probably still go in the sand, even if it would fuck up my prosthetics.”

“Perhaps Mikki will have some answers for us that may be able to help.” He chuckled, and I felt a thrill. He wasn’t annoyed by me! “That way you wouldn’t have to worry about it. Speaking of which, Mikki is, well, she’s a medic. Therefore she can be blunt, but I assure you it comes from her role to be efficient and quick. But she enjoys her work very much. She may have a lot of questions, but if anything is too uncomfortable to answer, tell her so. She will understand.”

I nodded, having tensed when he mentioned Mikki was a medic. But I trusted she would be nicer than I was used to. “Thank you. I might…get nervous around her. I’m not fond of medical people.”

“I’ll be there.” He took my hand, sounding so calm and steady that my cheeks burned worse. “That’s why I want to get there early, so I can be there. I’ve known Mikki since she came to the station. She won’t do anything without permission.”

I squeezed his hand. “I know. It’s just instinct by now.”

“That’s alright. I’ll explain you may have some apprehension. But you won’t be alone.” Wow. I…I had never been assured of that. I almost started crying all over again. Ives pulled into the station parking lot. “If it’s too uncomfortable, you don’t have to stay. You can tell me if you want to leave, and we will.”

I nodded, trying not to choke up. “Thank you. I should be fine. Especially with you there.”

He nodded and helped both me and Niner out, and Niner walked right beside me, letting me pet her soft little head. He led me through the same door as yesterday, but this time, we turned left and walked up to a heavy-duty door with no hinges or lock. Just a black pad on the wall.

Ives put his hand on the pad, and the door hissed and opened inwards. Niner ran inside. “This is the Synthetic barracks. Without Beau or I here, Mikki should be the only one here.” He took my hand as he led me inside.

It looked similar to the rest of the station, just a lot more lights since there weren’t any windows. It didn’t look too stark, at least. There were a lot of other doors lining the hall as we walked, with pads just like the one outside the main door. But we kept going until the hallway opened up into a big room, with a rug in the center and counters and cabinets labeled with parts, chairs to sit in, and even what looked like two gardens. A pretty lady who was shorter than Valetta, with dark brown skin and white, coily hair, worked on fixing some kind of machine. My cheeks heated up. She was so pretty.

She didn’t look up as she spoke. “Ives, please tell me you haven’t been hit by another truck.” He didn’t respond, and she turned around. Damn. Her dark brown eyes were pretty too. She blinked rapidly as she looked me over.

“Mikki, this is Chess,” Ives said.

“She needs an ambulance. She’s burning up,” she said.

“No, no she doesn’t,” Ives interrupted. “She has…a condition and I suggested she speak to you to get your opinion.” Mikki continued to blink.

“Of course,” she whispered. She motioned over to the chairs for us to sit down, and I did. “It’s nice to meet you, Chess. I usually only work on emergency situations, much like a paramedic, but I’m happy to do what I can.” She daintily sat, crossing her legs at the knee as she offered her hand to shake.

I didn’t even know where to begin, shaking her hand and blushing worse. She was just so pretty. So, I tried to explain, even though I barely knew what to say. I sat down, coughing up a wisp of smoke. “I’m, well, my prosthetics aren’t from this world, really, and they give me fire magic. And I’m thinking in relation to that, there’s something, maybe a fire in my lungs, that’s burning my throat and making me cough up smoke especially when I’m stressed. My magic is also the reason why my internal body temperature is higher than normal. But I just wanted to see if that was right, or if there was something really wrong with me.” Damn. That was a fucking terrible explanation.

Mikki stared at me for a bit until she popped up, hands slapping her knee. “Oh! I’d be happy to help.” She grabbed the arms of the chair and stood, shuffling closer to sit next to me. “First, do you mind if I take a scan of your arm? Just to familiarize myself with the level of tech we’re working with here. No poking or prodding,” she tapped the side of her head, “it’s all by sight.”

Wow. She was taking this more in stride than I thought she would. I hadn’t explained well, but I wasn’t sure how to explain better without getting into a whole ramble, so I just went with it. I nodded. “I’m fine with that.” I took off my jacket so the full extent of my arm prosthetic could be seen.

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and gently took my wrist. I still flinched and almost pulled back at her touch, but it wasn’t bad. So I forced myself to relax as she looked it over. “You weren’t making it up when you said other world. I’m not familiar with any kind of design like this.”

“Is it similar to anything we have?” Ives asked.

“Yes and no. There are similarities, much like the carbon base of the structure, but the hardness and makeup of just the outer structure of her arm is probably ten times of ours.” She started blinking rapidly again as she slowly moved my wrist. “Honestly this is impressive. But…”

There was a long pause, and Ives frowned. “But?”

“It’s deep.” Mikki stilled, looking up my arm, to my shoulder and even across to my chest. “There’s a fissure here, where the prosthetic ends in some type of…port. Where it’s attached to biological tissue. But it’s been altered. Something akin to scar tissue but much more dense. And there are these energy points?” She made a face. “Different node-like points that are wired into the arm and similar ones in her lungs -the temperatures make the scans difficult to read clearly. But they’re almost like flecks of stone? Gems? Uh…some type of organic matter feeding from one another.”

Fuck. I hadn’t been able to follow all that. “Um. I don’t know anything about these, so you could tell me nonsense, and I’d think you were telling the truth. So, I don’t really have any comment. Sorry.”

“Understandable.” Mikki smiled, and she didn’t seem mad. “I admit I don’t fully understand what I’m looking at either. I’d need time to study it. But do you mind if I take a look at your mouth? Just a quick peek to see what I can tell of the burning?” She stood and walked to one of the cabinets, where she grabbed what looked to be a small flashlight and mirror. She held them out to show me. “If you want, I’ll keep studying these scans to see if there’s a way we may be able to take things apart, get rid of these points to possibly remove the effects of fire.”

I nodded, even though I tensed a little. “I’m fine with that. On both accounts.”

“Okay.” Mikki giggled and sat down, scooting closer, and I just tried to relax. “Alright, dear, open your mouth please.” I did so, trying not to flinch, but she was done way quicker than I thought she would be, so that was nice.

She moved back, frowning. “I see some scarring. Irritation. But I was expecting much worse. I’m sure it’s still painful however. Humans aren’t made to be furnaces, and I don’t think you’re the exception.”

Before I could respond, the door to the barracks opened, and Ives turned. I frowned up at him before looking back as well. A thin man in a navy jacket with thick glasses walked in, and Ives stiffened.

“Mikki,” he hissed. Wait, was that an Auditor? Oh, I was going to fucking punch him in the face if he was mean.

“I don’t know either,” Mikki responded, dropping her tools and grabbing my jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders. The Fucking Auditor walked in and stopped, looking all of us over, frowning at Mikki. I ducked my head, knowing I should at least try to be safe.

“What’s going on here?” He looked between Mikki and Ives. “Auditors are the only humans authorized back here.”

“She’s known around the station and she had some questions about feeling unwell,” Mikki said, standing up and calmly folding her hands. “I brought her in to check things over since it would be faster than calling an EMT. What can I help you with?”

“Get her out. She could be a liability if something happened while she was back here.” He scowled and pointed at Ives, and I tensed. He was looking at Ives like people had looked at me before. “We found abnormalities with IV5’s protocols. We need to take it in for system debugging.”

It. I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from speaking up, but I was starting to shake. “Sir, I was cleared yesterday,” Ives said. “We went over every possible exam and I was told—”

“Backtalk isn’t a protocol, is it?” The Fucking Auditor chuckled through his nose, peering over the top of his glasses. “Come on.”

“Could you please reach out to Doctor Yew?”

“Uh, no. Mouth shut, feet moving.” He clapped his hands.

Oh fuck no. This bastard wasn’t going to be this terrible to Ives. No one else should have to go through what I had. I stood up, glaring at him and shaking. “Why don’t you learn to shut your mouth? Don’t fucking talk to him like that.”

Ives jumped and looked back at me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. He moved slightly in front of me as if he wanted to protect me from the Fucking Auditor. “Chess, it’s okay.”

“Wow.” The Fucking Auditor chuckled. “Let me guess, you’re the type who names your car or your laptop. This is corporate business, and that is a souped-up walking tablet. Why am I even arguing with you? You’re not even supposed to be back here.”

Fuck that! I shoved past Ives as I glared at the Fucking Auditor. How could someone call him that? “He has thoughts, and he can make decisions. He’s more of a human than you are if you let yourself get brainwashed by that nonsense.” My fire flared up, so when I spoke, smoke leaked from my mouth.

“Chess.” Ives followed me, putting his hands on my shoulders and trying to pull me back, but I stayed right where I was, glaring at the Fucking Auditor as he stared at me curiously. I didn’t even care. As long as he wasn’t looking at Ives that way again.

“Brainwashed? It’s facts. Numbers. Its thoughts are all programming. Binary. You sound like those little shit protestors.”

I growled as smoke hissed out of my mouth, and I wriggled out of Ives’s grip, only focusing on the Fucking Auditor. I dashed forward, and once I was close enough, I swung back and used my full force behind my prosthetic fist to hit him square in the nose. It broke and crunched beneath my fist. I felt a thrill of satisfaction as I followed the Fucking Auditor to the ground to keep punching him. “Get out of here! You’re not taking him anywhere!”

I couldn’t even punch him again before Ives grabbed my wrist and wrapped his other arm around my waist, where he picked me up. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.

The Fucking Auditor clutched his face, where his nose was already starting to bleed (ha!), as he sat up. “What is that?” His voice even sounded choked! Ives moved away from him as he stared at my prosthetic arm. Ah. Well, still better than him staring at Ives like that. Ives turned us away from him, but not before I could flip him off. “Bring her back, IV5. Let me see that arm.”

I snarled and struggled again. He hadn’t called Ives by his name! “You’ll see more of my arm when I punch you in the face again! You bastard!” But then I glanced up at Ives, and he looked scared, and I fell still.

He hurried out of the barracks, not setting me down and almost holding me too tightly. He headed back the way we came, but when he got there, there were more Auditors, hands to their ears, as if listening to something. They turned to look at us, and I couldn’t let Ives get hurt, so I slipped out of Ives’s arms and ran at the Auditors, fully prepared to fight all of them.

At least until Garnet appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me, carrying me over a shoulder. Fuck! I hated how short I was! I kept struggling as he turned to Ives and then the Auditors, first speaking to me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. There you are, we were looking all over for you.” He looked back at Ives, and I looked around to see that Fucking Auditor stagger into view. The shit. “Sorry about that, man. Kid sisters -whaddya do? She had a minor accident on the way here, might have a little bit of a concussion.” He laughed, but it sounded strained.

I fell still again, realizing what they were doing. But I tried to sneakily find a way out of Garnet’s grip. I just wanted to punch the bastards! I made sure to whisper to him to let him know what was going on. “They’re…they’re going to take Ives!”

Garnet gave me a reassuring squeeze and started backing away. “He’s got this under control,” he grunted. But that didn’t matter! They were treating him terribly! He shouldn’t have to have it under control!

“Let me go and let my supervisor know I won’t be in today,” Ives said calmly. One of the Auditors nodded, and he started walking, with Garnet following. But it wasn’t fair! They were going to hurt him! What if they would hurt him worse because I had acted out?

Garnet set me down, keeping hold of my hand. “What’s going on?”

Fuck, I had messed everything up. I coughed up some smoke as I started breathing too quickly. I had to stop walking as I got unsteady on my feet. “We…we came early so I could meet Mikki and start to learn more about my prosthetics and magic. And…that damn bastard showed up and…called Ives ‘it’ and said he was just a glorified tablet, and I…I couldn’t stand thinking what they’ll do to him.” Tears started streaking down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled me into an empty room. “No, don’t do that. It’s okay. Look, he’s gonna be okay.” He held me by the shoulders and had to crouch down to look in my face because I was so fucking short. “I…I know they’re shitty. They do Beau the same way, and I’m kinda jealous you got to sock one in the face. Think you broke his nose.” He chuckled and tried to dry my tears. “They do Beau the same way. But, our hands are kinda tied. Technically they belong to the company.” He frowned. “But don’t worry, he’s gonna be fine. I’ll call their supervisor, Dr. Yew, and smooth things over. He’ll be okay.”

I had to laugh a little about breaking the bastard’s nose. And that helped distract me enough to actually calm down a little. “It was pretty satisfying to feel his nose break under my fist. But…I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have even gotten involved. I just. I can’t let someone insult my friends.”

He smiled. “I bet it was. You’re really packin’. But it’s okay, I get it…I get it. You’re not wrong for that. C’mon, let’s go meet him before he comes back this way.” He took my hand and glanced up and down the hallway before heading after Ives. We passed the office I had been in yesterday, what looked like a breakroom, and through the lobby into another hallway, meeting Ives as he left another room. He stared at Garnet before looking down at me.

“Yeah, uh,” Garnet fumbled a little. “I gotta go make a phone call. Didn’t wanna leave her on her own.” He let go of my hand, leaving.

I ducked my head as tears blurred my vision again. Beau had already told me that I should probably stay away from Auditors, and I had already fucked that up. “I’m…I’m sorry. I should have thought a little. But he was treating you like you aren’t a person with thoughts and feelings, and that’s bullshit, and I won’t—can’t—stand for it. I hope I didn’t make it worse.”

I gasped a little when he wrapped me up in a hug. But I immediately hugged him back, burying my face in his shirt. He was so comfortable, and I felt so safe around him. “I thought I told you to stop apologizing,” he whispered. “Thank you.” He laughed a little. “I appreciate you standing up for me, it was very kind of you.”

I started to sob. He wasn’t mad at me. “Their words aren’t fucking true. You matter and you are worth way more than they try to tell you. I’ll always fucking protect you. I care deeply for you, and I better see you well tonight, or I’m burning their whole damn building down. Whichever one it is." I froze and gasped. “Wait, but what about Niner? Is she going to be okay without you?”

“I’ll be back.” He laughed, but it sounded a little mechanical. I still didn’t know what that meant. “Thank you, Chess. Please don’t cry, please don’t worry. I promise, I’ll be back.” He leaned away and tucked my hair behind my ears and tried to dry my face. Fuck. I was crying way too much. “Niner will be alright, too. She’ll be here, with Mikki. They’ll be okay. But I want you to stay with the others today. I don’t feel comfortable having you on your own. Will you spend the day with Beau or Valetta or someone?”

I nodded and pulled back, wiping at my eyes. “Okay. I…I trust you. I’ll see you soon then. I’ll spend the day with one of the others. Promise.”

“I have to go now.” He hesitated and looked down the hall before leaning down and pecking my cheek. My cheeks burned. “We’ll go to the beach when I get back. Alright?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to let him go. It felt like I was letting him go to the same hell I only remembered snippets of. But I was fucking powerless. I hugged him tightly before pulling away. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Do, I’m very adamant about keeping my word.” He trailed his hand down my prosthetic, taking my hand. He led me back to the office, where Beau was standing by Garnet’s desk. Beau saw us and hurried over. Ives squeezed my hand. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I squeezed his hand back and watched him until he was out of sight, before I turned to Beau. It was nice to see him, even though my emotions were all over the place right now. I smiled fleetingly. “What a day already, huh?”

“Did you really break an Auditor’s nose?” He had a giggle in his tone. “Garnet said you broke their nose!” Garnet shushed him. “That’s amazing,” he peeped. “I wish I could’ve seen it.” His smile wavered. “Ives will be okay. I’ve gone in for debugging before, it isn’t bad. It’s more like stasis -or sleeping. It’ll be just a second for him.” He snapped his fingers.

I nodded. It still sounded wrong. “But how can you stand having to deal with people who treat you that way? But yeah.” A smile pulled at my lips. “I broke his nose. Felt the crunch and everything.”

Beau’s nose wrinkled, face scrunching. “Gross.” He snickered. “But it…we don’t usually have to work with them that much. It’s kinda like bad weather, it comes and goes, but I have the team here! They’re like my sunshine!” He waved me over to Garnet’s desk and pulled a chair over for me too.

Garnet was still on the phone. “Yeah, I just feel like maybe there’s a misunderstanding.” He glanced over at me. “If you could, Dr. Yew, I’d appreciate it. Yeah…thanks again. Bye.” He hung up and sighed. “Dr. Yew says he’ll be there waiting on them, see what all this is about.”

I ducked my head. How much had I messed up? “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“I don’t think you really caused any trouble. I mean, that guy might throw a fit about his nose later, but there’s no cameras back there. Doesn’t have any real proof. If anything Dr. Yew was just as confused. He didn’t really expect Ives back, so that’s what he was going to check out. Don’t think you really ruffled any feathers.”

I nodded, still not looking him in the eyes. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Yew will take care of him,” Beau assured. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Would you like to come with us today? It’s supposed to be a nice day out. We can give you a low tier look around if you want.”

I nodded and smiled a little. That sounded so nice. “That sounds good. I don’t think I want to stay in this building today anyway.” What if the Auditors came back, wanting to look at my prosthetics?

Beau bounced excitedly, and we chatted as we waited for Garnet to be done with whatever else he had to do. Once he was done, he stood up. “Hungry? Want some breakfast?” He led us to the parking lot, to the same car they had used yesterday. I could still see the waves in the glass from my fire. “We can get whatever you want. Surely there’s got to be some kinda food here that you’d like.” Garnet bumped a shoulder with me.

My stomach growled loudly, of course. But I had no idea what breakfast looked like here. “Yes, I am. But what’s your favorite place for breakfast?”

“Oh, now you’ve done it,” Beau muttered. I was surprised when he decided to sit in the back. Looked like I was supposed to sit in the passenger seat.

Garnet got into the driver’s seat. “I know this great place, it’s a bodega right before you get downtown. Used to go there all the time when I first moved here. They make all kinds of crazy food.” He closed the console and moved the screen from my seat so I could sit down. “Beau, Jesus, what were you doing in here last? It’s a mess.”

“I was looking for something.”

“Apparently. Here, Chess, you can slide in now. You…you forget your jacket today?” Oh shit. It had fallen off when I had rushed the Auditor and punched him. “Are you warm enough? Want to use mine?” He took off his police jacket, and I eyed it and grimaced. It just…had a symbol of cops, and even if cops were better here, I still hated any symbol relating to them.

“I should be fine. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable wearing that. I think I lost my jacket in the barracks. But the breakfast place sounds amazing!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s alright. And we can ask Mikki about your jacket later. See if she’s got it. But sure! Let’s go get you something to eat.” I got in, and he headed out. I stared out of the window, enjoying the sights. “So, you got to meet Mikki? What’d you think?”

“She’s nice. She asked permission before doing anything. And she said she’d study her scans more to try and figure out how to help with the fire.”

“I like Mikki,” Beau piped up. “But she can be scary sometimes.”

“That’s because you’re always jumping into trouble and getting yourself busted up, bud.” Garnet chuckled, glancing at him through the rear view mirror. “Mikki’s good, and I’m glad she was able to take a look at it before those I.T. bastards came in and made a mess. If anyone can figure it out, it’d be Mikki.”

I nodded, but that Fucking Auditor had seemed so interested in looking at my prosthetics… “She said they were similar to those here, but there were key differences. And…the Auditor, after I punched him, he wanted to see my prosthetics closer. He told Ives to bring me to him.” My voice got quiet at the end.

Beau and Garnet got quiet too. Garnet looked in the rear view mirror again before he spoke. “Did he?” There was a hint of anger in his voice, and I got a little worried he was mad at me for punching the Auditor. “Well, we’re definitely not letting that happen. If I catch any of them snooping around they’re going to get worse than a broken nose. Good on Ives for getting you out of there.” He took a deep breath and looked over at me. Oh. He wasn’t mad at me? “So don’t you worry about any of them. Today is gonna be about getting good food, learning about the city, and maybe running a few traffic stops -well, I’ll run the traffic stops. I gotta look like I’m doing something. Beau ran them last time, so you two can just take it easy.”

I got choked up, almost started crying again. They were just all so nice. It was so hard to believe that people were so nice on this world. I just stayed quiet and watched out the window until we got to the breakfast place. I stared at the menu, not recognizing anything, but at least there were pictures.

Garnet glanced over at me. “See anything you like?”

I tilted my head. “Maybe bacon and waffles? I’ve never heard of them, but they sound good.”

“Never had.” He trailed off with a laugh. “You’re gonna live it. Want anything, Beautician?” Beau shook his head, and Garnet pulled up and chatted with the cashier and ordered. He even got me a drink. They handed over the food, and Garnet handed me what I ordered. My mouth watered, and my stomach growled loudly again, and I opened the container as Garnet left. I got hit with the smell of the food, and my mouth watered even more.

He glanced at me. “I’m just gonna cruise around for a bit, make sure everyone’s playing nice. But let me know if my driving gets too much or if you rather sit in the back with Beau out of the sun. Don’t want you getting motion sickness.”

Garnet seemed subdued, and Beau was quiet, so I had to make a bad joke to lighten the mood. “I’ve had enough experience that I know I don’t get motion sickness.”

Garnet started to bite into his sandwich, but he stopped. It took him a bit, but he gave a wicked laugh. “Oh, that’s terrible. I shouldn’t laugh at that.” He was still snickering. “That was a good one. I walked right into that one.”

I laughed too, feeling lighter at being able to get Garnet to laugh. I took my first bite of the waffle, after I had put the syrup on top of it like the picture had shown, and I froze, almost starting to cry again. This was such amazing food; every food on this world was amazing. I had never tasted food that was this good. “You guys have access to this food every day and you don’t get it all the time? This is amazing!”

“Yeah, but there’s a buncha different kinds. You kinda learn to rotate them.” Garnet snickered. “Trust me, there’s some bad ones too. Some really weird stuff, like that -Beau, what was that stuff that librarian brought us after career day?”

“The mayonnaise salad on pear halves?” Beau perked up.

“God, yeah. That was bad. But there’s an endless amount of options. The city’s pretty diverse, so it’ll probably take you forever to run out of options.” He pointed out some other food places. “So just say if you see something you want to try.”

I watched the city go by out the car window as I finished up my food. Garnet kept pointing things out and explaining where everything was, and I paid attention as long as I could, but I was full and happy, and I felt safe, so I fell asleep without even realizing it.

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