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portals-to-a-new-world · 5 years ago

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Ignorance is Bliss (Parts 1&2)

(gif credit to @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth)

Who?: Billy Butcher x Reader

What?: Y/n discovers that Butcher sleeps in the nude

Word Count: 1820

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT 18+!!!, Language (as I mentioned in the original, if you watch the boys you know the man has a mouth fouler than the pits of hell itself), ONCE AGAIN SMUT

A/N: Hey yall! Sorry it’s been taking me so long to get stuff out but work has been kicking my ass. Anyway, if you didn’t see the original post, this was inspired by a post I saw reminding the world that Butcher sleeps a la naked. Thank you very much to @bakerstreethound for everything she does 💜💜💜

You were tired. 8 hours on the road, chasing down a lead that turned out to be yet another dead end, and you just wanted a hot shower and sleep. Preferably in that order. You sighed in relief as you pulled into the cheap Motel the boys had been staying at. At least it didn’t look as seedy as the last place you’d stayed in. Ever since Vought caught onto the plan to bring them down, you’d been staying at a different location each week to keep them off of your scent. You grabbed the bag you kept packed from the backseat and headed towards your room. It took you a few moments of fumbling around in the bag before you pulled out the key card and swiped it through the reader. Your brow furrowed as nothing happened. You tried it one more time before you remembered that Butcher gave you the spare card to his room, just in case. You groaned and felt around your bag until you found the right card, breathing out a sigh as it worked. You didn’t bother turning the lights on until you reached the bathroom, wanting to shower and fall into bed as quickly as possible. Another groan escaped you as you began to strip down, muscles stiff from driving all day. As you reached out to turn on the shower, a voice sounded out behind you.

“Don’t let me stop you, luv, coz this is a great fucking view,” You screamed and dove for a towel as the deep voice that could only belong to Butcher continued. “But what the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I-” The words fell dead at the sight that greeted you when you looked up. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smirk out in full force as you were confronted with the knowledge that Billy Butcher, hunter of superheroes and badass vigilante, apparently sleeps in the nude. Your eyes trailed down his chest, following the lines of muscles, man those shirts he wore hid just how cut he was, to the sheet draped across his lap. You swallowed hard, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself before you continued. “I guess I mixed up the room numbers. It’s really been one of those days.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course, this would happen. Almost get your cover blown by an ex who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Check. Waste an entire day on some bullshit conspiracy theorist pretending to have evidence about Compound V? Check. Walk in on the man who’d been invading your dreams ever since you first met? Bonus, he’s naked!

“I take it the lead was a crock o’ shite, then?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is the understatement of the fucking century,” You said, moving to sit down before you remembered you were clad in only a towel. The thought of having to change back into clothes and go all the way back to your actual room almost had you in tears. “Do you uh- do you mind if I borrow your shower? I’d use mine, but I don’t think I’ll make it that far without my back seizing up.”

“Sure, one condition tho,” He said, cocking his head to one side before standing to his feet. Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes locked on his. You stepped back with each step he took closer until he had you backed against the counter.

“What’s that?” You managed to choke out.

“You let me join ya, and make up for sendin’ ya on that wild goose chase,” His words sent heat flaring straight through your core, and you nearly moaned when his hand began to toy with the skin just beneath the edge of your towel. “Can’t promise you’ll be any less sore after tho.”

“Butcher-” Your words were once again cut off with a gasp, this time by him grinding his hips against you. Your towel did nothing to conceal just how thick and hard he was, and you could only hope it hid just how embarrassingly wet you were. You shook your head to try and clear your thoughts. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Oh, c’mon now luv. We’ve been dancing ‘round each other for fuckin ages now,” He leaned in closer as he spoke. You shook your head slowly as his lips drew nearer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t-”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. Fuckin diabolical,” His hand came up to grip your jaw, not quite low enough to choke you but enough to make you inhale sharply. “Like you wanna fuckin eat me alive.” By then, his lips were ghosting yours, sending shivers down your spine. Fuck it

“You gonna let me? Eat you alive?” You asked. His resulting smirk gave you the only answer you needed before your lips slammed together hungrily. Butcher wasted no time in yanking the towel from your form. His hands immediately found your breasts, palming and kneading the soft flesh as you gasped against his lips. He took full advantage of the opening to dominate your tongue with his own, not that you didn’t put up a fight in the process. Like everything with Butcher, the kiss was rough and intense. He nearly had you in a puddle at his feet, and he’d barely gotten started. The thought sparked a new wave of defiance in you, and you thrust your hands into his surprisingly soft hair and tugged sharply as you bit at his lip. He growled in response, and his hand came down harshly on your ass. “Ow! You bastard-” Your scolding was cut off, though, as his fingers dipped between your legs. He hummed in satisfaction at the slickness he found, his trademark smirk once again gracing his lips.

“Call me a bastard all you want; you’re still soaking wet for me.” He didn’t give you a chance to snark back, thrusting two fingers deep inside you as he began to nip and suck down your neck. Your arm wrapped around his shoulder for support as your legs threatened to give out. He caught on and wrapped an arm around your waist as his other hand began to pick up its pace. His thumb moved to stroke your clit right as he curled his fingers perfectly, and you moaned his name loudly. “See now that’s what I want to hear.” You groaned and threw your head back.

“Oh, fuck off,” You said. Suddenly his hands were gone, and you whined at the loss of contact as he backed away. “Butcher?”

“You told me to fuck off.” He said with a shrug before lifting his hand and popping his fingers in his mouth. He grinned and turned to walk into the bathroom as you stammered.

“Damn it, Butcher, you know that’s not what I meant!” You stomped into the bathroom after him, but he continued to ignore you as he stepped into the shower.

“Fuckin’ hell, why’s the water so fuckin hot?” You rolled your eyes and stepped in after him, faltering slightly at the sight of him dripping wet before you. He might be psychotic, but damn if the man wasn’t good looking. “There you go again with that look,” He said, drawing your eyes back to his. This time his smirk was paired with almost predatory eyes, dark and hungering as he stalked towards you in the small space. You licked your lips and shrugged. You started to reply, but you never got the chance before he was lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You squealed and latched onto him, ignoring his amused chuckles. “’ Fraid I’m gonna drop you?” He murmured against the skin beneath your ear. You shuddered slightly at the sensation before you responded.

“Nah, just making sure you can’t walk away from me again.” He laughed, a genuine laugh that made your heart skip a beat, before moving to bury himself to the hilt within you. You both moaned at the feeling, and he paused for a moment, both to savor it and give you time to adjust to his size. He pulled back from your neck to look you in the eyes as he started to move in slow, deep, thrusts that had you biting your lip in an effort to keep quiet. His gaze was powerful and intoxicating, drawing you in like an invisible magnet. Every wave of pleasure that crossed his face added to your own, and you finally had to break away and bury your face in his neck as he pounded straight through you. You were dancing along the brink of your climax, but you still needed more. “Butcher I-” He seemed to know exactly what you were asking before you could ask.

“I’ve gotcha, luv.” He slipped out of you and set you on your feet before spinning you around. “Fuck me, what an ass, this is.” He said offhandedly as he bent you forward slightly before sliding back in. You groaned and fell forward to brace yourself against the wall as this new angle brushed against all new spots inside of you. His hands moved back up to your throat, putting enough pressure to force you to arch your back, and down to rub harshly at your clit as he knocked you up the wall. “You gonna fucking come for me?” He growled in your ear as your moans echoed around the small bathroom. “Hmm? Gonna come all over this fuckin cock like a good girl?” His words were the final shove you needed before you were falling over the edge with a shout of his name. “Fuckin hell, (Y/N/N)” He groaned as he pulled out and came all over your back. You both stood there for a while, just catching your breath before he reached around and grabbed a washcloth to wipe you clean. At your raised eyebrow, he paused and shrugged in question. “Wot? I’m not a complete asshole.” You huffed out a laugh and gave him a pat on the chest.

“Never said you were.” He gave you a skeptical look before pulling you back underneath the spray.

“C’mon. Let’s get clean before the hot water runs out. Then we can discuss your sleeping arrangements.” He said. Once again, you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“My sleeping arrangements? What about them?” He reached around you to grab the soap before replying.

“Well, figured you since you didn’t want to go back to your room, you could sleep here, but it’s gonna cost you.” Mischief danced in his eyes, and you couldn’t stop the smirk on your lips.

“I’m sure I’ll think of some way to repay you.” You said as he grinned.

“Atta fucking girl.”

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seijch · 4 years ago

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ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

#did i have an announcement tag #announcement #also regarding work hsjkdfsd the company i work for didnt give my location the opening for the full time position i wanted #my managers all agree id be promoted if we had it but we dont so i . hee .#anyway um i hope everyones doing well #some of my moots changed urls while i was away and now i have no idea who anyone is #its like when you see your familys friends and theyre like omg youre so big now! i remember when you were a baby and youre like 🧍‍♂️#and you have to play along bc apparently they remember you hskdfsd #im not very funny in this post but i figured id rather be honest considering my lengthy absence #consider this my comeback stage

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thewillds · 6 years ago

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Name: kris Birthday: april 2nd First muse on Tumblr: JFJHJFJF a kylie jenner fc (when she had her blueish hair) named fucking acacia ... honestly dont even remember her story because she was really random and short ... she was lowkey a bitch so um go off ig! First RP url: oh lord as if i remember that shit .... i have had so many but my first indie rp one (she still exists pls dont look at her its so cringe worthy FHHF) was theirfear Why did you pick your first muse?: i thought it was ~cool~ and ~edgy~ ig... honestly not even sure but my first developed muse was a canon chara in ~those~ old rps that was basically stiles from teen wolf, dominic! i still have him today and he’s one of my fave muses, we been THRU it! Latest muse on Tumblr: i haven’t written w her yet but daniela (crystal reed fc) ! shes based off of prairie from the OA ... if yall havent seen this show, go watch!! its really creepy but also so binge worthy!! Latest RP url: this one: velvctelvis bb Why did you pick your latest muse?: i really like the OA (on netflix) and i thought it would be a really interesting muse to write out. also, i missed playing crystal reed ,, my bb Best RP Memory: prolly a twitter rp one ... when my friend and i were writing out a HELLA angsty moment between our characters (alec and nico) ... basically alec hadnt told nico (his best friend) that he was gay and nico didn’t believe him and it was angst bc they wer in the same frat and nico didnt comm home bc he had feels for alec and was mad/upset idk but it was just wild and ive never felt so connected to another rpers chara nor one of mine ... it was wild. i remember it SO vividly. ugh good times Worst RP Memory: omGFGFGFG i was in this twitter rp lets call it sunsethq for easy ref ... i played a few charas in thatn but this one guy lets call him rafael (marc forne fc) kept leading one of my charas on, i was getting fed up and i just got tired of feeling left out in the rp so i decided to leave or become lowkey inactive .. i went to another rp lets call it hotelhq and i played a marc forne fc, all was going well and then SO many bitches came from sunsethq and said was i was stealing the backstory to rafael and ATTACKED me so many of them i had to leave the rp and change my name in the twitter rp community bc i w as scared those bitches would come for me... jEuS ... did that even make sense What are all the muses you had on Tumblr?: um HOW am i supposed to remember that ...ive had SO many ... lemme remember some of my old ppl : fat dominic (have now and he was known as fat dominic bc he couldnt run fast in this on apocalypse rp lol), other nickname dominic (dont have now and he was a jurassic world oc), lucy (have now), owen grady (dont have now and jurassic world rp canon tHAART shti was so fun ofmhf), brayden (have now but she used to be a male fc lol), maya (dont have now and based off of mia from before i fall is that what its called lol), dante (dont have now OMFG i should add him i love him... what a bb), nathaniel (dont have now and a hella old chara based off someone off a crime show i watched lol), percy (have now but hes vvvv different and he used to be the son of poseidon lol vv original...), asher (dont have now and he was such an ass lol loved him), jett (dont have now and dont rmbr him much lol), heather (dont have now but ive been wanting to add her and basicalluy based off of that one rich girl from scream the tv show i cant rmbr her name), and bc i was obsesseedddd w teen wolf i had a lot a lot of tw muses/ocs Shortest muse?: idk lol so many hehehhehe maybe dakota lol sOOO i’ll do oldest muse and thats my boy dominic!! Any advice for RPing?: idk man ... just be a decent ass human being ... be respectful and kind and become friends w as many ppl as possible bc they make it more fun ... write as little or as much as u want , take breaks! focus on real life, be true to urself and never be afraid to write out a wacky muse!!

tagged by: @mvthcrs

tagging: @drcplets , @leowritings , @heavenlyrealms, @sideliines , and whoever the fuck wans to do it!!

#ooc / me as f #this was fun #trip down memory lane lol

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skia-oura · 6 years ago

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A/N: Here we are, at the conclusion. Thank you all for taking this journey with me!

Prologue // Previous

Ao3

What comes after.

Epilogue

Tommy Hangar, while late-night dusting, absentmindedly turned on the TV to a ‘breaking news’ report about some disaster in Kabul. She paid it little mind—it was just for background noise, after all—until she heard the magic phrase, “Alcor the Dreambender,” and then suddenly she was Very Invested in this cover story. Tommy dropped the Everlasting Handheld Dustmop (also known as a rag with a bunch of spells in it in order to make it hardier and better at dusting) and stared for a moment before she recovered her wits.

“Hon,” she called out, easing onto the couch like she was afraid it might bite, gaze focused on the screen on the wall showing a couple of well-dressed reporters. “Hon, you want to see this!”

“I’m in the bathroom!” Filara’s voice was muffled by the door and distance between them. Tommy reached out with one finger and slid the volume up on the television unit.

“…see, the damage to the city was located in a somewhat economically depressed sector just east of the main downtown center. It seems to have started in this block of rented townhomes, as you can see from the aerial shot provided by first responders to the scene.”

“Then hurry pissing and get out there, you want to see this!” Tommy yelled.

“It’s a number two!” Tommy heard, but shortly after there was the sound of the toilet unit being flushed. Tommy leaned forward, her elbows on her legs, and stared at the devastation depicted even as the news anchors described it.

“Shockwaves were reported at 3:26 local time to a nearby fire station from a location nearly a kilometer away from the epicenter. Shortly after, several buildings shook as though an extended earthquake event was occurring. Pedestrians were thrown from their feet, and some were crushed under collapsing walls that were torn apart by the force of the blows exchanged between two demonic forces. As we said earlier, one of the two demons was positively identified to be Alcor the Dreambender.”

On the screen, buildings were partially to fully collapsed the closer they were to the epicenter, a partially still-standing block of townhomes. One of them had a hole in the roof, from what Tommy could see before the view faded back to the two anchors, faces stern. Down the hall, the bathroom door opened.

“That’s correct, Penny,” the centaur said, their tail swishing behind them in what Tommy thought might be agitation. “Several consulting demonologists on the second-response team were quick to point out that not only was Alcor the Dreambender participating in a fight, but his opponent was another rather strong demon titled Lilith. From what we understand, the battle lasted perhaps three minutes above Kabul before being relocated to the nearby Hindu Kush mountains, but the consequences of the short encounter were huge for Kabul.”

“All right, what do I have to see?” Filara asked, reaching over the back of the couch and pressing a kiss to Tommy’s neck. Tommy shivered and reached up to curve her hand along Filara’s cheek.

“Just watch,” Tommy said. Filara hummed, then did that thing where she just climbed over the back of the couch instead of walking around to the other side like a normal person. Tommy sighed, and adjusted so that she could lean against Filara, her chin hooking into the valley of Filara’s shoulder.

“So far, almost five hundred residences and places of work have been labeled non-viable, just over fifty have been found dead, and a further ninety six people have been injured. Experts estimate that there should be another one hundred casualties, though they differ in opinion on how many of these casualties should be fatal or simply injured.”

Filara hummed. “This is awful, but why should I be seeing this?”

“Shh,” Tommy said, patting Filara’s stomach.

On screen, the centaur’s human companion nodded gravely. She picked up a data pad, glanced down at it, and then addressed the camera. “While it is historically one of the less traumatic incidences of fighting between Alcor and other demons, experts say to exercise caution. According to these experts, Alcor’s reemergence after such a long period of inactivity is something to watch. Please do not attempt to summon Alcor the Dreambender, as you will be putting your life as well of the lives of everybody around you at risk.”

“Oh,” Filara said. She rubbed her hand down Tommy’s side. “Ah. I see.”

“Unsurprisingly, when looking at historical cases such as the event that caused the formation of the Californian Federation over two millennia ago, this demonic encounter also made big changes to the environment. Mishana, take it away.”

The centaur nodded. “Of course. It seems that, from initial reports, that the massively toxic Kabul river has somehow been purified of said dangerous toxins. The river has never been clearer. This footage, of the site where experts are nearly certain the remainder of the demonic encounter took place, will show you this odd phenomenon currently taking place.” The camera shifted to pan a view of what looked like it was a normal mountain range just a while ago, but now was some kind of weird freaky smooth melted-stone valley. The hair on the back of Tommy’s neck stood up just looking at it. She got further goosebumps at the way the river changed from murky and viscous to clear and quick at one point near the far end of the valley.

“Well,” Filara said. “I’m not sure I ever want him in my house again, nice as it was to talk to him.”

“Don’t think we have any kind of choice,” Tommy said, quietly. She stared at the screen. “And, well, as fucking awful as that horror shit looks, it can’t be all bad? I mean, the river’s so clear you could probably peep through it and see somebody changing on the other side.”

Filara huffed. “Yes, romantic, way to remind me of how we met.”

“Accident,” Tommy drawled. She had let Filara know that her windows should probably be dimmed, just in case, and by the way that was a cute mole she had on her butt. “Also, this house is in one piece, right? And so are we? And that little kiddiwink hangs around him. Could be worse.”

On the screen, the news agency showed videos of the destruction in the mountains next to ones of the devastation in Kabul proper. Filara sighed. “Could be worse indeed.”

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Karl Svinhish 7:39 AM

Posting in all channels: Just as a reminder to all personnel, today is a half-day! Please only work three hours of your six. If you work more, we will know. We will find you. You will go home at some point.

Ennis Hart 7:41 AM

lol what u gonna do, u can’t stop us from thinking at home, we got shit to get done and thru before the Terminator comes back

also u don’t gotta do that in all channels smh

Karl Svinhish 7:41 AM

We cannot stop you from doing anything outside of the workplace, but please be reminded that as Thinktank department personnel, our insurance does not cover you for any sigil work done outside the premises!

Sally Minh 7:42 AM

wait, mr. farkas is back??

Ziyi Zhang 7:42 AM

Wait what??? My favorite????? Where was he????????

Ennis Hart 7:42 AM

how the shit is bentley farkas, destroyer of dreams and rejecter of perfectly good plans, your fav

Ziyi Zhang 7:43 AM

Bentley Farkas is a God among Mortals and you should not profane his name like this

Sally Minh 7:44 AM

honestly, mr. farkas is Sigils Goals

Anish Wellington 7:44 AM

Do we know what happened to him? He was kidnapped, right?

Lucas Onderon 7:45 AM

yall are loud way too early in the morning. go away morning people

Ennis Hart 7:45 AM

yeah he kidnapped i think?? i think sally took that phone call

also lucas turn us on mute if you want to sleep

Lucas Onderon 7:46 AM

But now were talking about the mysterious mister farkas I need to put in my two cents

Sally Minh 7:47 AM

yes, the police said that there had been an incident and that it looked like mr. farkas had been the victim of some kind of kidnapping, and had officially been listed as a missing person. they only told me because literally nobody else was at work.

Anish Wellington 7:48 AM

Thank you Sally. I will be sleeping again but if there are any updates, please tag me.

Sally Mihn 7:48 AM

Ok!

Lucas Onderon 7:48 AM

and that is that benny boy might act super nice and be super smart and all that shit, but he got a stick up his ass and needs to chill out instead of freaking out over every single proposal we send him. hed gotten unbearable after minhaj left.

Ziyi Zhang 7:49 AM

#internlife

also u know that @BentleyFarkas is in this chat, right?? He’s going to see all of this.

Lucas Onderon 7:50 AM

hes nerver in here nayways

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*never in here anyways

Karl Svinhish 7:50 AM

Please refrain from being rude! We do not tolerate bullying and rudeness in this chat, especially when those being bullied have been kidnapped and recently escaped said kidnapping!

Ennis Hart 7:51 AM

holy shit wait he escaped?? Not police action or whatever??

Sally Minh 7:51 AM

Is he okay?

Ziyi Zhang 7:52 AM

yeah is he ok? Any deets?

Lucas Onderon 7:52 AM

Bentley ‘gives in to puppy dog eyes’ farkas actually escaped? What?? you cant just leve it at that

*leave

@BentleyFarkas explain

Karl Svinhish 7:53 AM

Leave him alone! He is recovering, and will be on indefinite leave of absence.

Lucas Onderon 7:53 AM

Paid???

Karl Svinhish 7:53 AM

There is the possibility that he will be working remotely!

Ennis Hart 7:54 AM

But u said we cant take work home???? insurance doesn’t cover outside work premises????

Karl Svinhish 7:54 AM

That’s for the Thinktank department! Bentley Farkas has been consistently attentive to detail and is one of the leading minds in this field, and as such we have entered negotiations with our insurance agency.

Ziyi Zhang 7:56 AM

why you hatin? bentley farkas is a god of sigils. i would say more but bentley is in this server.

Ennis Hart 7:56 AM

U don’t see him in thinktank do u

Sally Minh 7:56 AM

bc hes too good for thinktank

Bentley Farkas 7:57 AM

That’s bc Im too good at practics 4 u

Lucas Onderon 7:57 AM

bc hes overrated is what and thinktank knows that

Ziyi Zhang 7:57 AM

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BENTLEY??!??!!??!?

Sally Minh 7:58 AM

mr. farkas???

Lucas Onderon 7:58 AM

holy shit

Bentley Farkas 7:59 AM

The rumors of my death were highly exaggerated. but im only saying that im alive and have my hands on a phone. i probs wont be coming back to work for a while. working things out.

Ennis Hart 7:59 AM

send us a pic or ur an imposter

Karl Svinish 8:00 AM

Please don’t feel pressured to do anything Bentley! We’re with you all the way. Also please send me the documents we discussed yesterday as soon as possible.

Bentley Farkas 8:00 AM

It’s ok, promise not to scream.

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Ziyi Zhang 8:00 AM

@AnishWellington GET BACK IN HERE HOLY SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK BENTLEY

“Hey, this is Torako Lam! Leave a text for me after the beep, unless you’re my dads, in which case leave me a VM so that I can hear your voices! Have a great day, and stay cool.”

-beep-

“Hey Tora, this is your dear old Dad! Just calling in to check and see how you’re doing. You missed our weekly call yesterday. I know that Bentley going missing has been a big blow, and I’m worried about you. Please call me back! If nothing else, I can sort of keep you company for a bit. Love you lots!”

-beep-

“Torako, is everything okay? You haven’t responded to my texts or your Father’s. Your workplace said that you were on suspension. I just want to make sure that you’re doing all right. Tyrone hasn’t answered his phone either, and Bentley is obviously out of the question. Please call us back. Any time is okay, even at a god-awful hour in the morning. Love you so much, bye.”

-beep-

“Torako, this is Mama. Your Father called me, said that your Dad and he hadn’t heard from you at all lately? What’s up with that darling? They’re getting frightened that you’re dead. I told them that that’s nonsense, you’re far too tough for that. Your Father and I made you, after all! Then again, we made you, so I am a very small bit worried. If you have some troubles you can’t tell your Dad or Father, you can tell me. I know I’ve been busy recently, but I can make time for you. Loves and smooches, your Mama.”

-beep-

“Torako, what’s going on?? It’s been a week, and all we’ve heard out of you is one solitary ‘I love you, I’m alive’ text. Which, thank you, but also that’s worrying! Are you in danger? Is Tyrone gone too? I tried talking to some of your old hurling friends, but none of them know where you are. I will get on a port to your apartment in the next day if you don’t respond. I love you, but please tell me that you’re okay! Goodbye.”

-beep-

“Yo, Tora, it’s Hana, long time no talk! So your Dad contacted me yesterday about you being like out of town or out of touch or something? And I’m a little concerned?? I heard from him that your life partner went missing, which is sad and also makes me worried about you. Are you okay? I’m here for you if you need me. Catch you later!”

-beep-

“Torako, this is Officer Akuapem. Hepsa has been getting better. They think she can return to work next month. I hope things are going well for you. We are continuing to investigate. There seems to be a lead into Canada. We have been tracing emails. Maybe you already know this; we had a report of a break and enter a few days ago. It was to someone we thought might be tied into the investigation. Please be careful. Don’t do anything stupid.”

-beep-

“Tora, this is Lata’s mom. She said something about seeing you last night! Thank you for following up on that message; you don’t seem to have received any of my texts, so I thought I would try my had at a VM. It’s been so long since I left one! Again, thank you very much. When you find Bentley, let him know he was missed! I hope he is okay. That’s all, thanks! Goodbye!”

-beep-

“What’s going on Torako? Why did you send me that cryptic message that you love me and that if you don’t message me again you failed? What are you failing? Are you doing something stupid? Please don’t do this Torako. Don’t do this to us. Please be safe. I love you. Be safe. Stay safe. We love you.”

-beep-

“This is your Father. Please be careful. Your Dad is worried sick. We love you. Stay safe. Come home soon.”

-beep-

End of messages. Do you want to delete these messages? Select yes, no, or other options.

Other options selected. Your options are: respond with call, respond via VM, respond via text, respond via film video, select and archive messages, forward mes—

Respond with call selected. Which messages would you like to respond to? Please select the releva—

Message “What’s going on Torako? Why—” selected. Sender: Dad. Time: 3 hours ago. Are you sure you want to select this message? Yes or—

Understood. Calling in three…two…one.

-ring-

-ri—

“Torako??!”

“Yo, hey Dad. Uh. Hi. How are you.”

“Torako?? Are you okay?? Where are you, what’s going on, is everything all right, what in the Fathomless Seas made you send such a frightening message?”

“So, funny story.” A laugh. “Not funny, but I’m more or less okay, only minimally hurt and traumatized. It’s fine. Also we’re outside right now.”

Silence.

“Outside??”

“Yeah, and uh,” Torako said, “Bentley’s been through shit and there’s some stuff we haven’t told you. So like. Yeah. Don’t scream when you come outside.”

Footsteps. “Scream, why would I scream?”

Opening door. Quick inhale, then the start of a scream before it is muffled behind a hand.

“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Torako said. “Can we…come in?”

A pause. When spoken, the voice is a little strained. “Okay. Come in please.”

“Thank you, now let me just—” A click, and a dial tone that cuts out.

The study was large and well-lit by two giant windows. Their thin, magically reinforced glass panes somehow seemed to let in more sunlight than they should be capable of, like they were capturing brightness and magnifying it to a subtle degree. There was a slightly dusty off-white desk in front of the shorter window at the head of the room. Stacks of books and papers and tablets towered in neat, short little hills, and there was an old-fashioned ballpoint pen sat in the middle, near a clear space for the user to sit at and work. A pair of archivists gloves was nearby, and a desk lamp floated at one corner. At the other corner, there was a small vase with two bright orange lilies caught in stasis.

Runes flared along the edges of the ceiling, turning brighter and brighter until they burst in a small thunderclap of sound. The wallpaper tore, burned, and ash rained down on the formerly pristine room. It dotted the long red couch perpendicular to the desk in deceptively soft flakes, fragile and dangerous all at once. Flakes of burning wallpaper continued to fall down even as another presence filled the room, blacks and golds and browns and pale skin. Alcor the Dreambender cast his gaze about the room, face utterly still as he took it all in. The ash did not touch him. Nobody entered the room.

He blinked, long and languid, at the floor to ceiling storage shelves containing all matter of memorabilia and research materials. He stared out the window at the deep, endless ocean, waves crashing against the cliffs below. He set his eyes on the desk, inhaled, and then drifted closer. With one gloved hand, he picked up one of the stacked antique books—Gleeful, Silent, Ferocious—and looked through it, flipping the pages slowly. He paused on one and read it more carefully, then snorted. “They get the funniest ideas,” he said, and he shut the book, set it on the desk carefully.

Then he tilted his head at the tome. It had some wrong bits, but it wasn’t all that bad. There were a few that were decent, actually. Dipper tugged them from under the other stacks, sending them sliding down and across the desk. Torako would like them, he thought. And a couple were like, super rare, so if nothing else she could sell them online and get bank.

Alcor slid the books into his stomach, feeling a little sick at the memory of pulling the three of them out of him: Bentley unconscious and with a sluggish heartbeat, Torako wide-eyed and trembling and barely keeping it together, Haji freaked out beyond measure. He’d made a deal—those memories for the means to get out of Kabul and somewhere safe—but Torako had refused to, clutching Bentley to her with a wild, nearly feral look on her face. But they were safe, now. They were safe.

Though, Dipper thought as he considered exactly what he’d just done with the books, he’d still be careful about pulling them out in front of people. Maybe he wouldn’t pull them out in front of Bentley or Torako at all. Yes. That was the safest option. Torako’s dads would also possibly mind it if he extricated the books from his demonic bowels via tentacle too, thinking about it. Alone. Alone it was.

He then looked up at the splash of orange, the lilies in the crystal vase, spinning slowly midair. Alcor the Dreambender reached out, and his gloves melted away so that his bare fingers could touch the petals. Lurid. Bright. Beautiful.

If he’d gotten his hands on Fantino’s soul, they would have either been eaten, or would have suffered debilitating allergies to flowers for the next several lives.

Instead Dipper withdrew his fingers and looked at the flowers. Then, he reached out again, blue fire sparking along the channels of friction ridges in the pads of his fingers, and touched them. The fire sputtered, then flared, consuming the flowers and shooting down the line of magic tethering them to the desk. Dipper stared at it, looked through the desk to the manuscripts of new publications in progress, and smiled. The fire wouldn’t stop until the house burned down.

Dipper stayed a moment longer just to see the books and the desk and the tablets burst into flame, and then he blipped out of the study and its long, beautiful windows and its pristine pale features. The windows caught the light inside and amplified it, gently, subtly, to glow a soft blue that didn’t alarm the neighbors until it was too late for anything of Dr. Vallian Fantino to be saved.

The air was heavy with salt, enough that when Bentley opened his mouth and breathed he could taste it on his tongue. It was also heavy with the sound of the tide, crashing and crumbling and receding with the tide. This beach was empty because of the dangerously sharp rocks tumbling on the seafloor not even two meters in from the edge. Honestly, though, that suited Bentley just fine, early in the morning with the night coolness still clinging to the breeze. Bentley closed his eyes, and breathed it in.

It had been five days since they’d gone home, to Torako’s parents, and he still wasn’t tired of the feeling of natural air against his skin. He was tired of having to eat soft, bland food, and was tired of how odd it felt to go to the bathroom, but he wasn’t tired of being somewhere that rubbed against his skin and filled his chest with thrumming energy. He wasn’t tired of being able to refuse to go to a hospital, and instead have a hospital come to him.

He also wasn’t tired of the feeling of sand on his skin. Bentley smiled, and wriggled his feet deeper into the soft sand. When he opened his eyes, the residual magic of it glimmered, just enough to be noticed but not enough to be distracting. It was nice. It was okay. It would be okay.

Out further, where the sand became damp and the waves foamed with the force of their collisions, the water also glimmered, deep and dark like Dipper sometimes was. Bentley could see it now, more than ever: Dipper’s continuing influence on the islands, even after a long two millennia. It would have been something that explained how Dipper was able to hide his energy signature here so well. It would have been something Bentley’s Dad would have loved to know. Bentley set his face in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and looked out to sea.

“What would you have thought of all this?” Bentley wondered out loud. The wind picked at his short hair, his long sleeves and his pants, and he felt cold despite the relative warmth. He thought about Fantino, and said, “What do you think of me now?”

“What does who think of you now?”

Bentley stiffened, but let out a deep breath and looked up over his shoulder. “Torako,” he said, and the warmth inside him wasn’t fake even if his dumb brain wouldn’t let go of the fact he’d dreamed about her being mean. Ugh.

“Me? I think you’re pretty great,” she said, a crooked smile on her face. She dug her toes into the sand, sandals hanging from two hooked fingers. Bentley let out a fond, exasperated sigh.

“Thanks,” Bentley said. “I think you’re pretty great too. Most of the time, at least.”

Torako gasped and held her hand over her heart. “Only most of the time? Your conditional love wounds me.”

Bentley snorted. “Sit down already, you goof.”

She laughed and sat, legs stretching out, heels digging long trenches into the soft sand. Bentley watched how the morning sunlight glinted off the scars running root-like over her shins and calves, tangled and thin and innumerable. They too glimmered with magical byproduct. Everything glimmered these days, just about.

“Hey.” Torako nudged his shoulder with hers. “It’s not a big deal, doesn’t even hurt.”

“Because the doctors caught it in time to mitigate the damage, you mean.” Bentley shut out false memories of physical and emotional abuse and leaned into her. “Otherwise, you might have barely been able to walk because it would have hurt you so much.”

Torako hummed. “Eh.”

“Your bones had been shattered and then fused back together,” Bentley said. “You’re lucky it was fresh enough and magical enough that they could do a localized rewind on the bones.” Curses weren’t generally regarded as lucky, but in this case it was lucky that they could treat Torako’s leg as a curse.

“Not the end of the world.” Torako shifted her legs so that her ankles crossed. Sand clung, dry, to her toes. “Besides, it didn’t happen, I’m fine. It’s a non-issue at this point, unlike you.”

This time, Bentley gasped and held his hand over his heart. “I’m an issue?” He knew when to leave something alone, even if shattering and melting was pretty damn traumatizing in his book.

“Shut up, you’re not,” Torako said, grinning. She tousled his hair, and he hid a smile behind one hand at the familiarity. “No, I’m talking about what that place did to you—and don’t say it’s just cosmetic, you little shit.”

Back at you, Bentley thought but didn’t say. “I mean,” he said instead, waving a hand at his face, “It kind of is? I look very different, and the nurse that visited said there wasn’t anything physically wrong with me.”

“Pssh, I don’t need a nurse to tell that you’re also cold, like, all the time.” She pulled him closer and he let her, because he was cold and she looked very warm. “And you look at stuff funny sometimes, and you haven’t touched sigils since coming back, and the theft detector at the grocery store screamed at you going in. I think we need another specialist to come in to see you, actually.”

“Let’s not. Also, the detector wasn’t my fault.” Bentley frowned at the waves further out, not because they had done anything wrong but because the grocery store experience had been awful. He would have made the very bad decision of running away if Torako hadn’t been with him, and if she hadn’t been shaking herself. They’d ended up just going home and letting her dads do the shopping.

“Yes, that is true. But they never went off on you before, so that place absolutely did something to you. Somethings, even.”

Bentley took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, then gave her a little noncommittal hum and snuggled into her. She was warm, as he’d thought. Torako slid her hand into his. He listened to her heartbeat, steady against the backdrop of crashing waves. They curled further into each other in silence. Bentley ended up with his legs slung over the valley of her lap, head resting at the hollow of her collarbone, her chin nestled on top of his head. Her arms were secure around him. It was…nice.

He’d almost drifted off when she asked, “So what’s next?”

The first somewhat intelligible sound he made was “Huh?” It was also probably the third of fourth sound he’d made, the first few being byproducts of transitioning into clearer awareness. Somewhere in the distance, seabirds called out. The horn of a fishing boat sounded, the blare of it softened by space. Bentley let out a slow breath, content.

“What do we do now?” Torako asked. “Somehow, even if by some miracle I graduate, I don’t think that Officer Akuapem would support me entering the police force. And will you even go back to work? What do we—what happens, after the shit that we just went through?”

Bentley cracked his eyes open. Before him, the beach stretched on into the horizon, buildings rising out of it and pressing up, up into the sky. On the left was the sea, dark with crests of white, shimmering with sunlight and supernatural energy. “I’ve been considering it. Going back, I mean. But…”

Torako squeezed his hand, and waited for him to answer.

“Sigils are…hard.” Bentley looked at their hands, at his mismatched fingers interspersed between hers. “And I don’t think I’ll stay there forever. Plus, you’re higher priority. I’ll go wherever you need to.”

“No, silly, I go where you go.” She hugged him tighter. “You were in there a long time. You call the shots.”

“And you found me,” Bentley murmured. He shifted back so he could look her in the eyes, so that she knew how much she meant. How much she mattered. “You searched long and hard and found me. I wouldn’t have…” he stopped, suddenly filled with shame and guilt and horror. He looked away, to the sea.

Torako leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. “You would have died,” she said. “You would have killed yourself.” Her voice shook a little when she said the words for him.

Bentley swallowed against the stiffness of his throat, because she was right, and because he couldn’t say it. He knew it, but he couldn’t say it.

“And that…” Torako took a deep breath. She pulled him back to her with soft but firm hands. “That really upsets me. Really. But you were—alone, and desperate, for so so long, so. I understand. It’s not okay but…I understand.”

He squeezed her hand, watched the waves crumble into the sand. Watched them pull back, and do it over, and over, and over.

“And we’re going to talk about that, as soon as you’re ready. First, though—what’s next? We can’t stay with my dads forever. Tyrone just about gives them a heart attack every time he shows up, I’m sure of it. They’re going to snap eventually.”

Bentley managed a short laugh. “Yeah.” He breathed in, then out, then in and asked, “What do you want?”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I might be able to do remote work. So. What do you want?”

This time, Torako was silent, and Bentley waited.

“I don’t want to make you upset,” Torako said at length.

“You won’t.” Bentley turned and pressed his cheek to her collarbone.

She still hesitated. Birds called, the ocean sang a symphony, and somebody let out a jubilant shout for whatever reason, and Torako remained silent next to him.

Bentley shifted to press a kiss to her collarbone instead of his cheek, and then slid his forehead to the same spot. “I promise.” If he got upset, he’d get over it.

Torako let out a sigh of frustration. “Like, I miss it. Cult bashing. Parts of it, I mean, not everything. Being away from you sucked a lot.”

He hummed to let her know he was still listening.

“And I hate that you were missing. Like, even cult bashing, when I knew you were safe, I hated it. When I didn’t know? Hell. It was stressful, I was always tired, Dipper was a mess and I was a mess and everything was awful. Except, it kind of wasn’t. Looking back, there were parts I liked, you know?”

When she didn’t continue immediately, Bentley prompted, “Like?”

She nuzzled her nose into his hair. “Putting pieces together,” she murmured. “Not having all the bureaucratic tape to deal with. The thrill, sometimes. Imminent danger, not so much, but the adrenaline was…nice.”

This wasn’t upsetting at all, though Bentley could maybe see why she thought he would think so. He didn’t say that yet, though. “So what’s next then?”

There was a moment where all he heard from her was her breath, and then she asked, “You’re not upset?”

“No,” he said. “So, tell me—what’s next?”

“I,” she said. Then, she laughed and she tousled his hair again. “I asked you first, fishbrains! What’s next, huh, Bentley?”

“Hey!” He swatted at her hand and rolled off her lap to kneel next to her. She was smiling, hair still slightly damp from her morning shower, tank-top sliding off her right shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with something that wasn’t magic, but Bentley almost felt was. Fondness blooming gentle in him, he raised his hands and cradled her face between them. Her smile slipped, eyes wide, and she looked at him like he was the most amazing thing in the world.

He loved her, he realized again. He loved her like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He didn’t love her like he wanted to engage in any kind of kissing, or groping, or even dating, but he wanted—he wanted. He wanted her with him for the rest of his life, and it was a realization that he’d made a long time ago but still didn’t know quite what to do with. Torako was—vibrant, and wonderful, and he’d long resigned himself to the possibility of another person wedging themselves between them, better and stronger. And maybe it wasn’t a healthy thought; pan trios, and quads, and even quints existed in the world, but something in him didn’t want another person. The rest of him knew that was selfish, and wrong, and that if Torako wanted to go, if she needed to go—he wouldn’t get in the way.

But by the seas and the stars did he love her.

“We…take it a day at a time,” he said.

“That’s specific,” she said, eyebrows quirking and mouth slanting up, cockeyed.

“Oh hush. We take it a day at a time,” he said again. “We figure our shit out as we go, and know that things’ll go wrong but that’s okay. We talk.”

“I would hope so.”

He smooshed her cheeks in, and she laughed, eyes squinting almost shut with joy. Bentley laughed at the sight of her.

Gripping her cheeks between his fingers and pulling them out a little, he said, “We do stupid shit and try new things and try old things again. We…don’t stay on Minte de Daos, because, you know, Tyrone.”

Torako reached out and grabbed his own face, so he quickly let go of her cheeks. She smirked at him. “Good plan. Very detailed.”

“And,” he said, shuffling closer. The sand shifted around him. “We go back home. You see about school, I see about doing work away from work and cutting it down to part time, because I’m…messed up.” He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before soldiering on. “I’m messed up, and I need help but I can’t get it because of what exactly went down. So I do my best to help myself. And I do my best to help you help yourself.”

Torako nodded. Her palms relaxed against his cheeks. “Yeah. I can’t be your therapist, and you can’t be mine.”

“And then, when you’re done with school…you look into options. Like, I don’t know, a private investigator.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, that’s so much paperwork.”

“So something else,” Bentley said, just as he heard a soft noise, like something tearing, like the sound of smoothing out a sheet of paper. “We can—we can figure it out as we go. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“What are we figuring out as we go?” Dipper asked. “And why are we holding each other’s faces?”

Bentley looked up at Dipper, staring down at the both of them. Torako did the same. Dipper’s eyes were black and gold, even though the rest of him was as human as possible. “What to do next,” Bentley said.

“Yeah, Tyrone,” Torako asked. “What’s next?”

Dipper frowned at them. He pressed his lips together, and something flashed across his face before he shoved it down. Bentley’s smile dimmed, and he opened his mouth to—apologize? Say something?–when Dipper grinned wide and a little too sharp, and said, “There’s lots of options, but apparently one ends with either Torako or Bentley with sand up to their necks, so. There’s that!”

Bentley looked at Torako, her face framed by his hands. Torako looked at him, and squished his cheeks a little. Then Torako looked up, smiled prettily in that way that made Bentley’s internal alarms scream with urgency, and said, “I think you left out an option,” before tackling Dipper into the sand. Dipper squawked and went down flailing his limbs and sending beach flying everywhere.

“Get off! I am an almighty creature of pure energy!”

Torako caught Bentley’s eye over her shoulder, and he grinned. With a little trepidation, a little nervousness, he sunk his finger into the sand. There was a moment after where he stared at the sand, its magic, and wondered if this was really such a good idea. He’d caused a lot of damage, back in the pocket dimension. The sand had power of its own, who knew how that would interact?

Dipper screeched, Torako laughed, and Bentley drew a sigil. Behind them, the ocean undulated, waves cresting white out of the darkness of the water, seafoam fizzing against the porous sand of the shore. The tides moved, the currents shifted according to latent, now natural energy. Above, seabirds called and searched for food. A fishing boat pulled in its haul, protected by spells to ensure it wouldn’t lose any of its catch to mercenary fowl. A man on the beach a kilometer away kept staring at his phone and grinning. The mermaid civilization a few clicks away wove new birthing homes into being. A children’s class practiced hula on the shore, a cervitaur held up a shell to the sun to see how the light shone through, an old married couple held hands and walked, slow, along the tide where the sand was wet and firm and their rings glinted in the early morning.

The world glimmered, bright.

#transcendence au #orange lilies #tau fic #fic #torako #bentley #dipper

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killanyone4you · 6 years ago

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i hate asking people to ask me questions so here are my answers

this was more fun for me then it will be for you

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? uhh my little brother maybe

2. Are you outgoing or shy? depends on my mood i think.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? idk if this counts but i’m seeing the used in july

4. Are you easy to get along with? yes. usually

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? i dont drink.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? all kinds of people. i dont really have a good answer for this. i’m attracted to people i connect with and that’s what i focus on

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? uhhhh

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? i cant say or i’ll be heavily judged

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? no

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? my best friend.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? thank you you da best

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? like, of all time or just like, that i’ve been listening to recently? ima answer both. so my 5 favorite songs of all time in no particular order are: Something Corporate: Ruthless. Something Corporate: Walking By. Good Charlotte: Screamer. The Outfield: Your Love and Fall Out Boy: Young Volcanoes. my top 5 of all time has changed for sure but that’s it right now. and then as far as songs i’ve been listening to non stop recently also in no particular order: LP: Switchblade (also any LP). Taylor Swift: Gorgeous (also any Taylor Swift). Post Malone: Sunflower. Selena Gomez: Back to you. I Prevail: My Heart I Surrender. also bonus jonas: any throwback Jo Bro songs and also their new song. anyway that took longer than i expected.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? very much

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? no not really. shit happens.

15. What good thing happened this summer? it’s not summer yet

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? sure

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? probs

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? no haha

19. Do you like bubble baths? yes. dont trust anyone who doesn’t like bubble baths

20. Do you like your neighbors? i dont really know them.

21. What are you bad habits? hating myself? idk i’m a hermit person who hides from the world. annddd that’s probably not the best habit

22. Where would you like to travel? everywhere

23. Do you have trust issues? uhhh. i like to think i dont but i probably do

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? sleep

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? most of it

26. What do you do when you wake up? pee

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? i just wish my skin was even. it’s a mess.

28. Who are you most comfortable around? my little brother

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? nope. they ran for the fuckin hills yall

30. Do you ever want to get married? maybe

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? yus

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? um... i feel like Will Farrell and Danny McBride could get the job done.

33. Spell your name with your chin. hard pass

34. Do you play sports? What sports? no sir.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? tv

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? uh yeah. probs a million times

37. What do you say during awkward silences? unintentionally anything and everything that could possibly make the situation more uncomfortable.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? to answer this properly i’d have to think about it and i’m really just looking for quick answers here. if someone reads this and truly wants to know send me an ask and i’ll answer for real.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? target, the christmas tree shoppe, barnes and noble, michales.

40. What do you want to do after high school? lol i’m old af i’ve been out of high school for 10 years yall

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? no. some people do.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? i’m uncomfortable or i dont know how to say what i’m thinking.

43. Do you smile at strangers? yes. all the time and i hate myself for it.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? neither pls both of those things are probably my biggest fears of all time.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? the need to piss.

46. What are you paranoid about? losing my job due to illness.

47. Have you ever been high? yes

48. Have you ever been drunk? yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? yes

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else? yup.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? my plethora of mental illnesses. probably.

53. Favourite makeup brand? i dont wear makeup much anymore. i cant say i have a favorite.

54. Favourite store? the christmas tree shoppe

55. Favourite blog? does anyone have a favorite blog?

56. Favourite colour? grey

57. Favourite food? cheese/

58. Last thing you ate? ice

59. First thing you ate this morning? cake.

60. Ever won a competition? For what? i’ve won writing competitions

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? fighting.

62. Been arrested? For what? nope/

63. Ever been in love? i can never tell.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? well technically my first kiss was in pre school with a boy called tommy but i’m not sure that counts. my first like, real kiss was at a smashing pumpkins concert and i was kind of seeing this guy who was one of my best friends in middle school and we were in that middle place of like, being really good friends but wanting to see if there was more. so we were there with my best friend and his best friend (who i also had a thing for dont fucking judge me) so i was laying in the grass with my head in his lap listening to one of the opening bands (i wanna say it was fuel but i dont remember) and he texted all the people with our group to ask them to leave so all of a sudden they all walk away and once their gone he leans over me spider man style and kisses me. so to be fair it was also his first kiss but it was really awkward and bad and we didn’t talk at all after, we just went back to watching the show and when my friends all came back i got up and forced them to go to the bathroom with me to tell them what happened and to ask them why they abandoned me. later i found out he was super proud of his “slick moves” and did not in any way pick up on how awkward i felt.

65. Are you hungry right now? nope

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i dont really have many of either so eh

67. Facebook or Twitter? facebook. i dont even use twitter.

68. Twitter or Tumblr? ^^

69. Are you watching tv right now? i have youtube on my tv playing music videos.

70. Names of your bestfriends? Jerry

71. Craving something? What? Mexican food

72. What colour are your towels? grey

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? no

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? a few

75. Favourite animal? elephant

76. What colour is your underwear? grey and white

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla i guess.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? raspberry sherbet -

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? black

80. What colour pants? not wearing pants.

81. Favourite tv show? Guys Grocery Games

82. Favourite movie? The Princess Bride or Music and Lyrics or 10 Things I Hate about You

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? .... this is a dumb fucking question. i shouldn’t even have to say the answer. if you’re in any way questioning the answer dont ever talk to me.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 Jump Street.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? She doesn’t even go here!

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory

87. First person you talked to today? my cat

88. Last person you talked to today? my mother

89. Name a person you hate? i try not to hate anyone. but i guess it’s safe to say trump

90. Name a person you love? my baby brother

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? kind of my mom. always trump

92. In a fight with someone? nope i dont do that petty shit.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? i’m not sure any of my pants qualify as sweat pants. i have a lot of leggings and pajama pants.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? a shit ton. 20 or 30. i dont really know.

95. Last movie you watched? i watched most of infinity war earlier because i was bored but i stopped about halfway thru to go masturbate. which wasn’t a result of the movie i was just horny

96. Favourite actress? i dont really have one so i’m going to say Millie Bobby Brown because she’s a sweet baby angel

97. Favourite actor? i also dont have one but Paul Rudd is always on my mind so.

98. Do you tan a lot? no yall i’m sickly white all year round.

99. Have any pets? i have a chonky boi Pogue the black cat

100. How are you feeling? quite indifferent rn actually.

101. Do you type fast? i guess.

102. Do you regret anything from your past? many things

103. Can you spell well? nope i spell like shit,

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? yup

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? many. love good bonfire.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? i guess.

107. Have you ever been on a horse? yes i am... born of hillbillies. so. we ride horses.

108. What should you be doing? dishessssss

109. Is something irritating you right now? i had plans with my goddamn mother which i partially only made because i wanted her to bring me some things i had mailed to her house and after waiting FIVE HOURS for her to call and tell tell me she was on her wait. she never did so i finally called her and she was like “uhh i said maybe tomorrow.” UGH i wasted half my goddamn day waiting on her ass.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? uh yes. it’s awful

111. Do you have trust issues? you already asked this.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my cat

113. What was your childhood nickname? i dont think i really had one. my stepmom called me kay.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yes

115. Do you play the Wii? i never had a wii but i played it with others

116. Are you listening to music right now? yes. i have a random playlist on youtube playing. rn it’s malibu miley cyrus

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? with a soda on the side.

118. Do you like Chinese food? yes. it’s probably my second favorite kind of food.

119. Favourite book? well all the harry potter books i think would be my favorite but i hate that answer because it’s not specific so my favorite stand alone book is Ella Enchanted.

120. Are you afraid of the dark? not usually.

121. Are you mean? yeah sometimes.

122. Is cheating ever okay? on a partner? no. on other stuff maybe

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? nope

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? nope

125. Do you believe in true love? nope

126. Are you currently bored? yes. why do you think i’m sitting here answering a hundred and fifty questions for no reason? no one asked for this lol

127. What makes you happy? sleep. books. my cat. music. driving on the highway at night. food. rollercoasters

128. Would you change your name? probably. i hate my name.

129. What your zodiac sign? taurus

130. Do you like subway? yes

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? my best friend of the opposite sex is gay but if it happened i’d ask him if his feelings would somehow cause us to stop being friends and deal with that accordingly

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my sister in law.

133. Favourite lyrics right now? this is hard because there are a shit ton but i guess the one that’s sticking out the most to me rn is “i have a thought of you for every star in the sky”

134. Can you count to one million? i mean, yeah. but why?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? yall i’ve told so many lies. but the one that just popped into my head is when i was pretty young i was mad at my older brother for who even knows what so i wrote his name on our front door in his hand writing with sharpie. it worked and he got into a lot of trouble

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? open. my asshole cat doesn’t allow any doors in my apartment to be closed at any time.

137. How tall are you? 5��5

138. Curly or Straight hair? weird waves that dont ever look good

139. Brunette or Blonde? i’m brunette but i dye that shit.

140. Summer or Winter? winter.

141. Night or Day? both for different reasons.

142. Favourite month? i dont have one

143. Are you a vegetarian? no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? dark

145. Tea or Coffee? both.

146. Was today a good day? not really.

147. Mars or Snickers? neither

148. What’s your favourite quote? god that’s impossible. there’s no chance i could pick only one quote so i’m just going to drop one from the labyrinth because it’s been on my mind and David Bowie is a sex god. “Just fear me, love me, do as i say and i will be your slave.” like. fucking imagine the Goblin King saying that to you? i'd die. fuck me right here pls i'll do anything you say. pls.

149. Do you believe in ghosts? i dont. but i’m willing to be proven wrong

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “That’s all right.” said the Stork, who was flying along beside them. “I always like to help anyone in trouble. But i must go now, for my babies are waiting in the nest for me. I hope you will find the Emerald City and that Oz will help you.”

#questions #no one asked #get to know me #lol #this took so long omg #have fun scrolling past this

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golbrocklovely · 3 years ago

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omg i just realized i never finished my season one recap

so here is my final review of the final video of season one

aka 'THE STANLEY: USA's Most Haunted Hotel (Our Return)'

i'm gonna be honest, going into this final video, i didn't really have high of hopes. for one, snc hype up every video they make and at this point, most have been a let down (or not quite what i had wanted them to be) and also amanda was gonna be in this video. and we all know how i feel about her. so, heading into this, i wasn't excited as i kinda hoped to be.

but i'll be honest, i was pleasantly surprised.

i legitimately liked this video at lot. there were a lot of parts that i wholeheartedly enjoyed and borderline smiled the whole way thru.

so to start off, even tho i didn't like the last time snc went to the stanley, i just wanted to note that i actually… liked this group a lot? i know, that's a crazy thing to say. but i think weirdly it helped a lot that amanda wasn't on her usual bs sksks

but i mean that as positive as i can be.

minus a small number of times, amanda was like more an active participant rather than an all seeing eye, if that makes sense. and mackie was fun, kinda just coming along for the ride.

i will say the one thing i had down in my notes about the video was that it felt… rushed, editing wise. like you could almost feel the time crunch snc were under to get this video done in time so that they could go to coachella. bc i've picked up on the fact that when snc are short for time while editing, they tend to throw more things in that they usually wouldn't. like there are random montages and jumpscare clips that get thrown in a lot, which is funny bc that causes you to do waste more time editing. but anyway, i digress.

so… regarding the spirit possibly attached to sam…

personally, idk if they really got rid of it by the end of the video. i would hope so bc i really don't want an attachment series 2.0. honestly, i don't want to hear the word attachment ever again after this series. but realistically, i really do hope that whatever was attached to sam is gone and isn't connected to him anymore. it would have been nice if they could have just figured out whether it was good or bad or just… neutral, if that's a thing and then just let it go or tell it to go to the light or whatnot.

what matters is whether or not sam feels like it's still with him. if he doesn't, than that's good. hell, even just basing it off of amanda and mackie's video that they filmed the next day after all of this, you can tell sam was different, almost chilled and relieved so… maybe all of this wasn't in vain.

okay so onto the investigation:

i love that sam kept harping on the renovations that were happening in stephen king's room and him asking "what renovations do you have to do on a hotel room?" uh????? TONS??????????

the vortex area, at least from someone sitting at home and not in this hotel at all, doesn't look all that weird or feel creepy. i mean, it's a hotel lobby. it can't be that weird feeling.

i love that they showed us places in the stanley that they didn't go to before back in the day. ngl kinda happy they didn't take jake and corey to the tunnels. god knows they would have just ran around and made fart jokes….

also jackie is hot. he looks like he could be related to nate.

connor… fucking sick dude. i love him. his energy… unmatched. he's so awesome. seriously the whole time i was watching him talk to snc i was smiling. he's so positive and nice. and finding out that snc were kinda sorta doing the estes method wrong or not in the best way… sounds about right lol

also how many times have i said that colby is the best at doing the estes method??? and then him doing it with connor and sam???? yall, if colby doesn't look into going to psychic at some point soon i'm gonna lose it.

and as a side note, like i've said a bunch of times with colby doing the estes method, for some reason i always get so uncomfortable when he does it. even when he did it this time, while it was super calm, it still creeped me out.

the idea that lucy may not even be a real person that existed, but rather a figment that has just continued to grow and become a spirit that now exists, only bc ppl believed in her so much… fascinating. and also completely terrifying.

i will say, while i get no feeling from the vortex area, the music hall…. different story. something about that place is off for sure.

i love that every couple minutes snc would say something that's kinda scary and jackie would just go like "okay" sksksk

if you want a good chuckle, go to the part where amanda and mackie jumpscare snc with the twin dresses. colby's laugh is… unmatched haha

when they did the spirit box session outside of stephen king's room, and a voice came thru in a different language, and amanda said it was latin… no it wasn't lol let's be realistic, what radio station is talking in latin in the estes park, colorado area??? how many ppl do you think actually know enough latin to string together a sentence??????? (that aren't a priest or whatnot)

…why did sam bring a vacuum?? they used it for the butt joke and then never again lmao

can i be honest? after watching this video the first time, watching amanda and mackie's video, and then rewatching this video again, i never want to hear about the cowboy spirit again. i just… don't care lol

amanda: i want to know why he wants us to leave! um… aren't you the psychic? ASK HIM.

sam: it almost feels thick… or stuffy. colby: you chose the word thick? :) i hate him... so much lol

the flashlight stuff they got in the music hall was interesting. but if i'm honest, i don't trust the ovulus thing. i always feel like anytime they use it, it just says random ass words that they get up in arms about.

the stuff that happened in paul's room was intriguing, if you ignore the part where they freaked out over the toilet randomly flushing lol

and then in lucy's room, that stuff was interesting. but i think i just realized they must have filmed this before they filmed one of the other episodes bc they didn't know about the bear-thingy.

the ovulus saying 'jackie' like that was really weird. why is that a word programed into that thing lol

so them going to the mirror, sam was supposed to do the estes method bc he lost nose goes, but colby ended up doing it anyway???

during this estes method, everything felt a lot more intense. but i also think it's funny to remind ourselves (or maybe just me) that if you put the video back in regular lighting and not the red one it's in, take out the intense music, it's just four ppl standing in a room, one of them has headphones on and is just spitting out random words, and another person is yelling at whatever is talking to not follow them anymore. and ngl, that scenario laid out that plainly sounds funny.

but again, just gotta reiterate, i don't like when colby does the estes method, even if he is the best at it. it just freaks me out every time.

the overlays of previous videos when sam was talking to the spirit to leave him alone….. bro i had to pause to take a break lmao

alrighty… overall i would rate this episode… 4/5. i know, the second time only during this whole series i've rated something above a three. but i genuinely do think this episode was really good. i thought it was a lot of fun and there were way more positives than negatives. amanda surprisingly didn't annoy me as much, which i think was a huge benefactor is keeping this episode in a higher spot. i also think this was a great way to end the season. i can't believe the second season won't be around until may 15… that's so much time to wait. but i'm excited to see what's instore for season two. from what the boys have mentioned of it, it seems like it's gonna be crazier than this season so that's a plus.

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #season one #personal #text

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uniquecreations · 7 years ago

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“Classified” Pt. 2

It’s been a few weeks since the world got the news about the bombing. There still wasn’t any news about the survivors or the ones that tragically lost their lives in the attack. However, I did find out ~ low key of course ~ that they did catch the corporates that orchestrated the attack and they all were apprehended. The unfortunate news was that was the only news I had got on the event that took place. I received a call from Kendric’s mom to check on me to see how I was holding up and if I had any news. The suspense of everything was driving me up a wall right now, I even thought about re enlisting on the rescue recovery team just to go over there so I can possibly find out some answers on my own, that thought came and went because I was not trying to get trapped into another combat mission at all. Most days after work, I would just come home and lay up in the bed most times. I didn’t want to be bothered or be around anyone, I still made sure Sam got his food but I wasn’t even in the mood to deal with his shit lately. The person who I really wasn’t trying to deal with right now was standing in the door way looking at me.

“You need to get off yo ass and do something with yourself Romeal……” My mom said walking over to me and kicking the couch.

“Ma, I’m just tired right now and I have a lot on my mind.” I said sighing.

“Don’t stress yourself out over things yo can’t control son……... I’m sure if something was wrong with Kendric then you would have known by now.” She said trying to assure me that everything I was feeling was superficial.

“That’s the love of my life ma, I can’t help but to worry. I’m tired of people giving me the it’s going to be ok speech. It will never be ok until I find some answers about the situation.” I said getting irritated.

“That’s because it will be ok Romeal, I taught you a long time ago that we are nothing if we don’t have faith and now is the time for you to activate your faith and hold on to it.”

“I’m glad you so sure ma, you must know something I don’t.” I said looking at her.

“Yea I do know something……... I know you better watch yo damn tone before I stick my foot up in yo ass lil boy.”

“I’m sorry ma, but I just never imagined my life without Kendric. He completes me in so many ways and I don’t even want to think that he won’t be here to help complete our journey together.” I said on the verge of tears.

“Then don’t think that way then…… you just need to continue planning out yalls future together and continue to keep everything together as yall planned. I’m sure yall will have the rest of yalls life to make dumbass mistake and to hurt each other’s feelings. To make up and continue to build yall life as one, and you are not about to give up or continue to think he is not going to return home to you.” She said sitting next to me.

“I know ma but…….”

“No buts Romeal, have faith son.” She said holding me close, and for the first time since I got the news I broke down and cried like a baby.

Me (Romeal Mitchell)

I don’t know how long we sat there or when exactly I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes I was bundled up on the couch. I didn’t see my mom, but I did smell food, so she must have cooked before she left out. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom because I had to pee, when I finished washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror for about 5 minutes straight before leaving out the bathroom. I went into the kitchen to try and eat something. I walked in there and found a note sitting on the table from my mom. It said that she had to run and would be over tomorrow to check on me. I fixed me some food and sat down at the table and began eating. While I was eating, my phone rang, I got up to get it, but it stopped ringing when I picked it up. It was a number that I didn’t know, I didn’t even bother returning the call. I sat it back down and went back to finish up my food.

The next day while I was working, I received another phone call from that same number from last night. I answered it this time, but no one said anything, so I hung up the phone. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with bullshit and people playing games. I continued to do my work until the phone on my desk began to ring. I picked it up and the first thing I heard was a bunch of people talking in the background and making a bunch of noise.

“Romeal speaking.” I said getting the person attention.

“Hey Romeal, this is Shantell, how are you?”

“Hey, I’m ok, what’s going on?”

“I need a favor and before you go off, I know you dealing with some things right now but I’m desperate.”

“What has Sam done now?” I said rolling my eyes.

“Surprisingly, he has been doing good at least with the touching stuff, he still doesn’t wanna take his meds at times. That’s not the thing though, we are 3 people short tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to make some extra cash by helping out.” She said but she was forgetting one thing.

“Shantell, you do know that volunteers don’t get paid for working right?”

“Yea I know, but we have some petty cash on hand that we are using to pay the volunteers and since you the only one it all can be yours if you say yes.”

“I really don’t feel like being bothered but for you I will do it.”

“Thank you so much, and just for the record, that was me calling you on your cell.”

“Oh, girl I’m not to keen on answering numbers I don’t know but I will lock you in, so we won’t have that problem anymore.” I said forcing a laugh.

“Ok, you can get some rest and come in at about 10pm if you want.”

“Sounds good to me……. see you then.” I said hanging up the phone and getting back to work.

I was sitting in my living room after getting off work watching different news reports. I tried my hardest to block out everything that I was dealing with, but that was hard to do. A few minutes into the news broadcast, I heard them say that many of the troops were being returned home along with the wounded and deceased soldiers. It was a bit bittersweet for me because on one hand I was glad that everything over in the middle east was coming to an end but on the other hand, I was still dealing with the possibility of living my life without Ken.

Kendric Harris

I took a nap shortly afterwards to prepare myself for tonight at the V.A. I’m glad I was off from my regular job on weekends because if not then this was going to one hell of a night. Before I could get out the door, I got a phone call from Ken’s mom.

“Hey Mrs. Harris, how are you?” I said picking up the phone.

“I’m ok, did you here that they are shipping some troops home along with the victims of the bombing?”

“I heard that earlier, I guess things are wrapping up over there.” I said not trying to have this conversation with her.

“Look, I’m coming down tomorrow to meet with some people from the base, you wanna join me?” She asked.

“Mrs. Harris, I would but I already committed to the V.A., but I would’ve came if that wasn’t the case.” I said lying, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to go or want to know what was going on, I just wasn’t ready to face the reality of things.

“Ok, well I will stop by when I get thru at the base to check up on you.”

“Ok ma, be safe out there on that road.”

“Will do……. Talk with you later sweetie.” She said before hanging up the phone.

I finally made my way over to the V.A., when I walked in the building, I signed in and then went down the hall to where Shantell was. She was sitting at her desk looking like she was about to pass out at any moment. When she finally noticed me, a smile of relief came on her face.

“I thought you wasn’t going to show up.”

“I’m a man of my word. but I hope it’s a quiet night because I would hate to have to rough up one of these people in here tonight.” I said laughing.

“You should be ok, but here is your payment.” She said handing me an envelope. “Everyone should be out for the night, but you know how your buddy Sam is……… his ass is known for probing the halls looking for some ass or food.” We both started laughing because it was true.

“That old man going to catch something one of these days……. Would it be wrong of me to take his walker out his room?”

“That negro would probably just hold on to the walls if you leave it up to him.”

We made small talk for a while before she left, and I sat down behind her desk for a little while before making my way around the building to check on things. I made it back to the desk and started doing random shit on the computer because I was bored out of my mind. I was starting to regret this decision, I hated being this bored, and this was the epitome of boring. I was looking thru my emails when I came across one from my old Master Sergeant. He left me his number and asked me to call him whenever I got the email. I don’t know what he could possibly want because during my time under him, we weren’t exactly friends. I dialed the number he left me hoping that he didn’t pick up, the phone rang for every bit of a full minute before he picked up.

“Hey this is Romeal, you wanted me to call you.”

“Yea what’s going on with you son?” He asked and for a second, I forgot just how annoying his voice was.

“I’m making it, how is everything going over there?”

“Things are better now, I wanted to talk to you about some things if you have a min.”

“I do, but if your about to ask me to re-enlist, then I’m going to respectfully decline. I’m not in a good head space right now.”

“I know you’re not, I was going to ask you about joining some of your old squad section at some of the memorials that are taking place.”

“Ok, I can try to make some of those, it’s the least I can do for our falling soldiers.”

“Good, another thing is that I made a few phone calls to some friends that are in the Marines ~ off the record of course ~ I know you been worrying about Ken. I found out that Ken’s squad was not at the scene when the bomb went off, but they weren’t that far away from it.”

“What does that mean?” I asked feeling my blood pressure starting to rise.

“That’s all I know for now, but if he was hurt or worst……. No one will know but them until the official release is giving out, good news is that all of the deceased victims have been shipped back to the states. If one of them was Ken then you have been known by now, unfortunately that’s all the news I have right now.”

“Ok thank you so much, I know you wasn’t supposed to go out on a limb like that, but I really appreciate it.”

“We brothers for life man besides I don’t need you all depressed and shit.” He said laughing. “I will contact you if I find out anything else and also about the remaining memorials taking place.”

“Ok Thanks Sergeant.”

“Alright take it easy.” He said before hanging up.

I wasn’t feeling any better about anything after that phone call. I guess the good news is that Ken is still alive, but the bad news is that what kind of shape he is going to be in when he did come home. He wasn’t really that expressive when it came down to his feelings or what was on his mind. I come to understand why but that doesn’t mean I agree with it. He would tell me how he feels about me all the time but that’s about it.

I got thru the night without having to rough up anyone or having to sedate Sam. I did make sure to see him and made sure he took his morning meds before it was time for me to leave. As usual he wanted me to go out and get him some food, so I did and brought it back to him. The first thing I did when I got home was take a hot and long bath. I really like being at the V.A., but I hated the hospital smell that in there. After my bath, I threw on some underwear, took a few selfies, and got in the bed, I fell asleep shortly afterwards.

When I opened my eyes, it was dark outside, I couldn’t believe that I slept all damn day. I checked my phone and saw that I had some missed calls from Shantell, Mrs. Harris, my mom, and some other people. When I got out of bed, something was off, but it wasn’t the query feeling I felt before. This was a feeling of happiness of some sort, I guess it was because I knew Ken was still alive and we still had a chance at our future together. I smelled food coming from the kitchen and there was only two people that had keys to this place and one of them was in the Middle East right now, so it had to be my mom. I went into the kitchen to see the food on the stove, but my mom was nowhere to be found. This was typical of her, she would come over, cook, leave a note and leave. I looked around but didn’t find a note any where she would normally leave them. I picked up my phone to call her, but it went to voicemail, I then dialed Shantell number to see what she wanted.

“Hey, are you busy right now?”

“I just got up not long ago but what’s wrong?”

“Sam, he won’t take his evening meds or eat anything, he is really acting an ass right now.”

“Ok, give me a little while and I will be up there.” I said hanging up the phone.

I went into my room and pulled out something to wear, then I went into the bathroom to freshen up before I got dressed. While I was in the bathroom, my doorbell rang, I threw on some gym shorts and went to answer the door. When I opened it, my mom was standing there with Mrs. Harris, this wasn’t a good thing because they rarely hung out.

“What’s wrong?” I said looking at them suspiciously.

“We came to check on you, I came by earlier, but you were sleeping so I left out and met up with your future mother in law.” My mom said walking in the house.

“You must have stayed up all night huh?” Mrs. Harris said.

“Nah, I worked overnight at the V.A. last night and I was tired, speaking of that……. I need to go over there because it seems as Sam is cutting up and only I can get him straight.” I said walking back to my room to get dressed. After getting dressed, I walked back into the living where they were on the couch just laughing and talking like old time friends.

“You getting all dressed up to go to the V.A.?” My mom asked me.

“Well you did tell me that I should never leave the house looking a mess.” I said smiling.

“You seem to be in a better mood.”

“Yea.” Mrs. Harris agreed.

“Yall told me to not be down and stop stressing over things I can’t control, so yea I’m feeling better.”

“Well you can ride with us, and afterwards we can go to a bar and get a drink.” They both looked at me and the look on their face was daring me to say something.

“Fine, but let’s go before this man get put out.” I said walking out the door.

When we got to the V.A., we got out the car and started walking in. They were behind me snickering away, I didn’t pay any attention to them at all. After walking in, I made my way around to Shantell, she told me where Sam was at. I went back and got my mom and Mrs. Harris before walking around to the common area. When I walked in there, Sam was sitting in a chair watching tv, I walked up to him and handed him his meds and some McDonald’s.

“Now calm the hell down and stop giving all these people hell up here, you promised me that you would be on your best behavior if I brought you food up here and I have kept my end of the deal but you not.” I said looking at him.

“Are you done being a drama king Romeal?” He said laughing. “I did all that for two reasons, one was to get some more McDonald’s and two is because there is someone here that wants to see you. It’s an old colleague of yours.” He said smiling.

“Ok all this wasn’t necessary tho, between you and my mom and Mrs. Harris, yall going to drive me crazy.” I said shaking my head.

“I thought that I was the only one in the world that drives you crazy Romeal.” A voice said from behind me. I looked at Sam who had a smile on his face, I slowly turned around to come face to face with the love of life.

“Kendric, oh my God, is that really you?” I said touching him.

“In the flesh baby.” He said grabbing my hand. “But I have told you about not checking everything in the house before you go to bed.” He said smirking, I was confused for second.

“What are you talking about Ken?”

“I could have been a burglar or a hired assassin, you came home and never thought to check the spare rooms, did you?” He asked, and I could have slapped him.

“So, you were in the house all night and all day?”

“I was there last night and most of the morning, I left out after your mom came over and it was my idea to get you up here, but there is the question at hand tho, do I still drive you crazy?” He said smiling.

“Worst than Sam ever could, I missed you much and I have been losing my mind without you.” I said shedding tears.

“And you do the same for me but 10 times worst, but it’s all over now and it’s going to be us forever if you say yes to my next question.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful diamond band. “Romeal Ethan Mitchell……. Will you continue to drive me crazy for the rest of our days as my husband?” He said getting down on one knee. “Marry me please.” The tears started flowing from my eyes like a fountain.

“Of course, I will baby.” He placed the ring on my finger and stood up. He pulled me into a kiss and hugged me. Everyone including our moms were clapping and cheering, I couldn’t believe that not only was my baby back with me, we were now engaged. I couldn’t have been anymore happier in my life right now and that is something that won’t ever be classified.

(Pictures used does not reflect the actual Characters just as visuals for the story)

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