#then a hop over to the next room where i stayed for another 2 hours

[goldensunset]

Saw a glimpse of your post and thought it said “lactose time! how nice”

i see you’re just as exhaustion-illiterate as i am

#the amount of times today i’ve misread stuff in the silliest way… #actually it is 1am. i should go to bed probably #it’s been a very long day #had class for an hour starting at 9 #a midterm exam that was mostly freehand writing for another hour right afterwards #a long walk somewhere and more work to be done there #taking me about 2 hours #then a hop over to the next room where i stayed for another 2 hours #then a zoom call that took me about another hour #plus the usual typical Eepiness i have bc i rarely get enough sleep i’m so busy #all that with no breaks. i was dead #this wasn’t supposed to have turned into me going off about myself lol #yeah i didn’t name the towns in this game idk man #asks #deityofhearts #goldie plays pokémon black

[iicarused]

##let us adore you

jeff the killer x reader / eyeless jack x reader / ticci toby x reader / UNEDITED

synopsis: general headcanons in which how you met them

beware: DARK THEMES / yandere traits, stalking, implied manipulation, mentions of murder &&* gore //: if there is any that i missed, please let me know !

envelope from the author: masky, hoodie, and kate chaser will be pt 2 of this:)

JEFF THE KILLER

he met you at a convenience store, how funny. this man planned on killing the cashier, take the cash and leave a meal for his cannibal friend out back, then hop to the next town over. yet, you walked through the aisles of the store at the dark of the night. do you know what kind of creeps are out here at this hour?

he waited for you to leave before he got the job done. you should feel relieved, you should feel like the most luckiest person in the world and it’s because he spared you.

“no, i’m staying back.” he would tell his eyeless friend. “it’s my business to know and for you to fuck off,” he’d argue. “i have a… dilemma.” jeff confessed. for someone he only caught a glimpse of, for a voice he only heard a faint whisper from, he didn’t know whether to stay just for you or to leave while he can.

you were a plague in his mind, because he searched for you. it took three days at most to finally find the dorms you stayed in, and another three to know your roommates schedule. everyone in the area was shaken from the murder, everything including you. but why?

he could not understand why you would lock your windows and double check if the door was locked. both of you lived in a secured building where security littered the grounds and constantly checked ID. jeff would know, he stole a carbon copy of himself (in terms of dressing style) just to make sure of your safety on campus.

“hey, watch it!” jeff barked at the random who sped by you. he fixed his mask and came to your aid, a gloved hand coming over yours to help you up from the grass.

“oh, they’re probably just late to class,” you breathed. “it’s fine, but thank you.”

through the thin lens of his sunglasses, jeff drank in your appearance. “they could’ve bumped you on to the curb side — it really ain’t, sweetheart.” you smell great by the way.

“but they didn’t.” you finally looked at him and smiled. “are you a med student?”

you’re so sweet. so pure, and he wanted to corrupt that. he wanted to see those pretty doe eyes flutter up at him like that again, for the sweetness behind your gaze was enough for him to melt. he wants you, no, he needs you.

EYELESS JACK

you were a curious one, a little too curious in this scenario. a detective in a case of which you were to figure out why bodies were missing organs — or why people were waking up with soreness to their abdomen to only find a stitched up wound.

you took this case as an eager detective who wanted to solve the biggest mystery of north america — but you felt as if you just signed your life away. in the next eight victims that fell to their demise, you made notes of when and where it occurred. it would not be until a night after talking with the sheriff and little too much rum, you found something.

to your horror, the first letter of every street spelled something. two words that nearly sent you running if it weren’t for something stopping you from leaving

“found you.” his voice was a gentle whisper, and almost incoherent if it weren’t for the dead silence in the room. you dared not turn but you felt if you didn’t, it would come closer.

the pistol is on your desk and you’re ready to make a ruckus for anyone on the street to hear. “what? was this just some silly little game for you to show me you could spell?” there were only two regrets you had in your entire life.

the first regret was that you wished you never lied to your mother of who broke the plate that was on the floor. the second regret was turning around and facing a being that was too intricate for you to understand.

“i like playing with my food.” he replied before lunging at you.

you made it out alive — but at the cost of remembering how those sockets were nothing but a void. the liquid that cried on to your face when he was on top of you, and that second, you took your pen and stabbed his side. — but that encounter made you more determined than before

this case turned into a game of cat and mouse, and neither of you know who is cat or who is the mouse. chasing each other became a source of entertainment, and conversations ensued between physical fights

he never intended on killing you, oh no. you were too… fun. the chatting, the hunting each other, the thrill of it all made him go crazy. with time, maybe he can finally sink his teeth into your skin without the murder aspect. he just wants to taste you.

TICCI TOBY

your name appeared on the file of people to “take care of.” why? he doesn’t know and quite frankly, he cannot care. you were just another name on the list that needed to be gone.

he would not lie that it took him ages to find you. the town you were supposedly at was a total flunk, and when he told the boss, he was told to figure it out. at this rate, he wanted you gone for the sake of his own sanity. yet, after a month and hopping two towns, he finally found you.

everything he had on file sprouted nothing but lies because you were a doll, quiet literally if he fixated on your skin. he watched the way you moved and the way you made it seem effortless to walk on two feet. he often tripped over his when gawking over you. your scent is just how he imagined it when he peered over your sleeping form.

you made him forget why he was in search of you in the first place. toby fantasized a lot about you: your curves, your voice, your walk, your life. he often daydreamed of it when watching from afar, especially when you went through mundane tasks such as grocery shopping. the only time he remembered why he was told to end you was when he questioned why you were such a threat.

turns out you were friends of a friend who was a foe to his boss — the eyeless man. he made it no secret when in turn he went to find jack, but he didn’t expect to meet you so soon! oh, this is way too soon, how does he look? is it okay, this setting isn’t the right place, i mean, you were supposed to be

“toby? just toby? that isn’t quiet threatening for a man like that, isn’t it?” you werent speaking towards him, but instead asking jack who snorted in return.

you were a prize on the shelf, and toby wanted to keep you behind glass doors. “listen — pal, friend — how about we make a deal.”

while jack couldn’t see it, your gaze was locked with toby’s the entire time. there was something behind them, something that you couldn’t quite place. you weren’t sure whether if it was a good or bad thing considering the work you found yourself in.

“i give you a useful warning from a boss, and i... tag a long sometimes.”

#ᥫ᭡. #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #jeff the killer imagine #eyeless jack imagine #ticci toby imagine

[maxsimagination]

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗜𝗜 - 𝗹.𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗽

warnings: fluff, christmas fic, talk of homophobia

a/n: i do not condone homophobia in any way, shape or form, this is just an imagine and is not reality

• part 1 • part 2

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three months after my coming out to lauren and i'd gathered up the courage to tell the whole team. they'd been more supportive then i ever could've imagined, lauren telling me a simple 'told you so.'

it was december now which meant winter break and returning to families and home countries for the holidays. all the girls were excitedly talking about their plans to see relatives, while i was sat in the corner, quiet.

my family had inadvertently gotten the confirmation they wanted, or not, when i posted a '23 photo dump on instagram. there was a multitude of photos from throughout the year, but one in particular showed me and lauren out at breakfast with some of the team.

we were sat next to each other and had somehow gotten our hands on a rainbow flag. alanna was sitting across from us and thought it was cute to take a photo.

my ma and my sister had messaged me almost immediately after the photos were posted. i expected the harsh words from my ma but my sister had tears welling in my eyes.

not to say the message from my ma didn't hurt, but it was the onslaught from my sister that sent me over the edge. that was roughly three weeks ago and i hadn't spoken to anyone in my family since.

"y/n are you good?" lauren sidled over to where i was sat on the beanbags we had in the city common room. she joined me and sat on the one next to me.

"mhm, i'm okay."

"you going back to australia for christmas?"

i knew someone would ask me about at one point or another, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"no, i don't have any plans. just staying in the uk, i guess."

lauren knew something must have been up, because of how normally bubbly and sweet i was. but this me was different, depressed even.

"so your not going to see your family?"

"no i haven't spoke to them in almost a month."

"oh, shit. why?"

"they shunned me after they found out i was a lesbian."

that statement shocked lauren, she'd never thought that they'd ever go that far to reject me.

"did you want to come with me? spend christmas with my family instead?"

i was flattered by the offer and everything in me wanted to agree, wanted to go and have a nice christmas with her and her family. but i didn't want to be a bother.

"it's okay, i don't want to impose. thankyou for the offer though."

"nonsense, you've already met my family and they love you. i'm pretty sure my mother likes you more than me."

there wasn't much i could say to that, let alone to refuse the offer. so i gave in and agreed to come with her to see her family for christmas. we had one last training session of the year before we were off the hook until next year.

when the time to fly down to north walsham came, i was a bundle of nerves. lauren took my hand and gave me a soothing smile, assuring me i was not a burden and it would be a pleasure to have me over. i blushed at her comforting words, butterflies erupting in my stomach.

the flight wasn't too long, only a couple of hours.

once we arrived, lauren's sister amy was there to greet us. we hugged and she led us towards her car to drive us back to their house.

"lauren sit in the back, i'm talking to y/n."

amy left lauren to hop into the back seat with a cheeky grin, lauren feigning hurt but hopping in anyway. i chuckled at the sisters' antics and climbed in the front.

we finally got to their house after a laughter-filled drive there. both kevin and julie were outside, waiting to greet us when we pulled in.

"it's so great to see you again, y/n! come in so we can catch up."

kevin was less chatty but happy to have me nonetheless, giving me a hug and pat on the back. we all traipsed inside, me and lauren putting our bags in lauren's room.

we spent some time just settling in and catching up, before lauren pointed out that there was a christmas market on in the town and we should go. i thought that was a great idea, agreeing to go down with lauren. julie and kevin said they'd stay back to cook dinner for everyone and amy also declined as she had something else to do.

it was just me and lauren that were going but i was happy with that. the two of us walked down since it wasn't that far from the house. there was fairy lights strung up all along the streets and the stalls selling various things scattered down the roads. it was so pretty i took a picture to upload to my story.

as we walked down the markets i was looking around in awe, we didn't have much like this on the town where i was from. occasionally mine and lauren's hands brushed up against each other, our pinkies intertwining.

i felt the butterflies in my stomach again and looked over to lauren to see her glancing down at our hands.

since coming out to her she'd been more openly affectionate. it was like some part of her had to be touching me, whether it was a hug or just resting her arm around my waist, she was never that far away.

i wasn't complaining, i couldn't deny that i felt something there for the blonde englishwoman but i was just to nervy to say anything.

however i was considering just asking her, telling her how i felt. the setting of the markets made it feel so romantic, it was too good an opportunity to pass up. so i waited a little, until we were stood under a piece of mistletoe while buying sugar cookies.

"loz, look up."

i spoke to her softly. she looked above us and spotted the piece of greenery. looking back at me, she grinned.

"do you want to? we don't have to."

"no i want to."

and with that she leaned forward to connect our lips in a slow kiss.

it was way better than anything i've ever felt before. her lips were soft and sweet, moving against mine. we pulled apart slightly breathless and rosy-cheeked.

"does this mean you can be my girlfriend?"

"yes lauren, i can be your girlfriend."

i laughed slightly at her way of asking but agreed nonetheless, it was a long time coming.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #lauren hemp #lauren hemp x reader #lauren hemp imagine

[purplestars222]

Miguel x Reader - Insomnia

Miguel x depressed human reader

part one part 2

(mig has a bit of a thing for you, even tho he won't admit it. so he gets worried when you don't show up for work for a week)

i am SO sorry if i get any of the Spanish wrong, this is my first time writing for a character that speaks Spanish, and i personally don't know any Spanish, so please correct me if i get anything wrong.

cw: reader has bad depression after hobie broke up with them, not leaving bed all day, staying up all night and hallucinations, fluff, mig gets dirty thoughts but doesn't act on them

words; 715 (i know its short, sorry)

this is my first fic, please be nice

You wake up, it's 8 pm, and you decided to have a nap after waking up at 2 pm. You roll over and check your phone, 17 missed calls from your boss, Miguel. You swipe the notification away and start scrolling through Instagram, too exhausted to leave the bed. About 2 hours go by and you decide to get up to go to the toilet, when you walk into your loungeroom, a tall, dark figure is sitting on the couch, head in its hands, mumbling something. You ignore it, assuming its another hallucination, and start walking away

"Cariño?"

You froze, it sounded like miguel, but why would he be here? In your house?

"Miguel?"

"Ay, dios mío, you had everyone worried! You haven't shown up to work in a week. What's going on?" he wasn't happy, which scared you. It was also actually him, maybe, you weren't sure, but it seemed too real to be a hallucination

"been busy." you walk to the bathroom and shut the door

"Busy with what?"

"Just leave, please..." your voice breaks

He opens the door and sits next to you on the floor, he puts a hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you, You lean into him, getting his suit soaked with your tears. after what seems like an eternity of crying on the floor, miguel helps you up and wipes your face clean

"You need to shower, where are your towels? I'll get one for you."

"cupboard, my room."

Miguel turns the shower on, to a nice hot temperature and leaves to grab you a towel.

You haven't showered in a week. He could probably smell it on you, and now he probably thinks you're disgusting. You strip off and hop in the shower, the feeling of the hot water on your back was amazing. You slide down the wall to sit on the floor, curling up into a ball to start crying again

after about 15 minutes, there's a soft tap at the door "Amor? can I come in?"

"y-yeah...."

Miguel walks in and sits the towel on the basin, the sight of you naked, even though most of you was covered, was enough to give him a boner, but he couldn't. Not while you were this upset

"That's not showering, y'know" he lets out a small chuckle, "Can I help?"

you nod, and he hops in, still wearing his suit, he sits behind you and starts washing your hair and back, his hands were so gentle, and the way his claws massaged your scalp made you feel amazing.

"mig, i-"

"Shh, just enjoy this, okay cariño?" his voice came out as a whisper, his breath brushing against the back of your neck

That nickname. That fucking nickname. It made you feel things you didn't wanna feel towards your boss, even if he is the hottest man you've ever met, he's your boss. He's only helping you like this so he can get you back to work.

Miguel starts massaging your back, causing you to let out a soft groan, Laying in bed all day was not great for your back, And miguel could tell it was sore. He continues to work the knots out of your back, once he's finished, he stands up, grabbing you by the hands to help you up, he walks you out of the shower cubicle and wraps a towel around your body, then starts drying your hair. He grabs your hand and leads you to your room. He cleaned up your room a bit and made the bed, also laid some clean pj's out.

"do you want me to leave while you get dressed? or do you need help with that too?" you could tell he was being sarcastic, but if it were up to you, you'd just lay in the towel for the rest of the night.

Mig sighs and grabs the pyjama shirt and slips it over your head, then he slips your shorts on

"Want me to stay the night, mi cielo?"

"please."

he scoops you up effortlessly, laying you on your pillow, he lays next to you and pulls the blankets up. he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead

"Try to sleep, Cariño, we're going out tomorrow."

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spiderman atsv #atsv x you #spiderverse #astv #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #2099 #across the spiderverse #maybe part 2? #there will be smut in part 2 #if i make it #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gn!reader

[drefear]

Kitten Licks

Summary: You and Miguel have a little 'get-together' like usual, but something seems off. To make matters worse, Kingpin needs another favor.

part 1 - part 2

TW: penetrative sex, slight bits of rejection, fighting, alcohol

“Fuck!” You call out as Miguel thrusts into you, holding your waist in place as he panted from above you. Your nails dragged down his chest, making him hiss as his large hands tightened around your sides as he rutted harder. 

This was a normal occurrence between the two of you. Hard, fast sex on nights you both worked together, and then you’d quietly disappear before he woke up the next morning. 

Bowing his head into your neck, your coil finally snapped as he hit that one spot over and over, your legs winding around his hips and locking as he tensed in your hold and finished as well. You both groan as you bite his shoulder to stay quiet and shiver in his embrace. Miguel lifts his head and peppers kisses over your collar bone as you catch your breath, eyes closed as your head leans back against his pillow. 

The silence is loud in the room while you both regain composure and he leans down to get close to your lips, making you turn your head. This makes his expression turn sour and you avert your eyes as he pushes up to get off of you.

“Miguel-” 

“I know, I just- it was a lapse in my memory.” He sits up and turns his back as he sits on the edge of the bed, making you balance on your elbows and reach out to him. You quickly retract your hand before you can grab him and you look at the floor. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He mumbles and gets up, leaving you alone in his bedroom as he shuts the door. You sigh in guilt,  seeing him get so upset. 

You’d both agreed not to kiss, that kissing would lead to feelings and feelings would make things messy, which is something you both couldn’t afford. Miguel had a daughter, and this was just to blow off steam for him, while you were busy juggling being a nationally infamous thief when you weren’t trying to pay your rent and working at the restaurant. 

Tugging on your jeans, you heard the shower turn off and quickly jotted down a note. 

‘See ya Sunday.’ and signed with a nude lipstick mark, you left it on his nightstand and pulled on his t-shirt before hopping out of his window onto his fire escape. Climbing down the landings, you heard the clink of your shoes on each ladder step and sagged your shoulders as you thought about Miguel finding that note. It had to be this way, you couldn’t afford to get distracted or attached. What if you started to care about him and he got caught in the crossfire of your ‘nightly activities’? He could get hurt, or killed. Kingpin was a bag guy, he’d definitely find him and use him against you, and Spider-man might try to expose you. You didn’t need the extra headache of being in a relationship, and how would you even explain where you are every night? You can’t exactly say that you’re stealing some of the world's most precious artifacts and coveted items. 

Finally hitting the concrete, you heard someone yell your name and you looked up, seeing Miguel shirtless with wet hair calling after you. He looked angry, like he might come after you, and you just answered his call by blowing him a kiss and turning to walk away. 

Hours later and you were jumping from a window, flying into another building and hiding under a desk as police ran after you down the stairs of the place you were just in. A flash of red and blue made you look to the sky, seeing the mask you dreaded and loved rushing to you. As you flipped out of the way, your heel was caught by a glowing crimson web that jerked you back towards him. 

“Two nights in a row, Gatito. That’s bold, even for you.” 

“Don’t you ever take a damn day off, Spidey?” You retorted and felt his gloved had pulled at your ponytail, yanking your head backwards with a hiss, “Gentle there, bug boy, or else I might like it.” 

“Don’t be crass, I wouldn’t waste my time with a thief with you.” 

“Aw, no need to be so mean, I’m still a person with feelings.” You smiled and twisted around while being held, jumping off the side of the wall and wrapping your legs around his neck and sitting atop his shoulders. “And a flexible one at that.” Flipping to grab the light fixture above you both, you hung upside down from it and forced him to drop your arm in order to not break it. His angered eyes squinting through his mask made you laugh as you blew a small kiss, then making his eyes widen. Spider-man took a step backwards as you jumped to squat on a desk behind you and flip your hair from your face. 

“You-” He started to speak, but you heard a ring coming from your watch and saw the time. 

“Love to chat, but this kitty has places to be, money to acquire.” You added and stretched to open the sky-light on the ceiling and flipping to jump up and out. You balanced on the roof as you looked back down in the hole and caught a glimpse of him standing there, unmoving, which was quite out of character, but you didn’t have time for that. 

Two blocks and a few cop cars later, you arrive at Kingpin’s hideout, greeted with cigar smoke and men dressed in all black. You’re escorted in by a man with an eyebrow piercing and a metal arm who shoves you forward as you walk into the room. 

“Watch it, Captain Hook. I don’t like being shoved.” You hissed and heard a chuckle from a few feet away in a cloud of smoke, making you cough a bit. 

“Down, Kitty. He’s harmless.” 

“So am I, until I’m not.” You answered the large man sitting at the desk, “I have the stuff, so let’s trade and be done with this deal.” You reach into the secret pocket of your suit and pull out the gem with the newest artifact, a piece of paper with coordinates on it. 

“Well, there is one more thing I’ve decided I want, and you’re the only one who can provide it.” He leaned forward and tapped his cigar on a small tray, making your expression sour. 

“We had a deal.” 

“Don’t be so tense, it’s not a hard task. I want you to seduce Spider-man and tell me his identity.” Your whole body froze as you felt a chill run across your skin. 

“You want me to do what?” Your knees suddenly felt wobbly as he smirked and took in a puff of his cigar again. 

“Come on, it’ll be easy. I’ve been watching you and every time you two interact, you both flirt and chat, and he lets you get away. He doesn’t do that with any of his other captures and enemies. You’re different, and I think I know why.” Kingpin leaned back in his chair and raked his eyes over you in a way that made your stomach drop and your throat taste like bile. 

“Please.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I’m a criminal, just like you. He does not see me differently. That would mean he removed that stick he keeps up his ass.” Your arms folded over your chest and Kingpin just shrugged condescendingly. 

“It’s a 2 million dollar bonus.” 

White noise filled your head as you calculated that number. 2 million…? That would mean you could buy a new place and save, you wouldn’t have to steal anymore. No more 3 AM cop chases, no more avoiding dating, and most importantly, no more spider-man. 

“I’ll do it.” You answered, looking him directly in the eyes and feeling confident. “But 2 million isn’t enough for this. I could go to jail if I get too close, he would really catch me if I reveal who he really is. I need your protection. If I get caught, you need to guarantee my bail and freedom, plus 3 million.” You negotiated. 

“Fine fine, pocket change. Now get going.” He waved you off and you walked out of his office, inflated with cockiness. You could flirt your way into Spider-man’s head. 

Meanwhile, Miguel sat in his dining room with his head in his hands. That damn Black Cat had been driving him crazy. He knew that voice, those lips, but he really couldn’t put his finger on it. And when you blew that kiss, it was like he could feel you in his arms. Why couldn’t he figure it out? 

You were just out of his grasp as a knock on the door broke him from his trance, opening to see Gabriela running in. Behind her, Jess stood leaning in the door frame and smiling. 

“Thanks again, Jess. Had an emergency-“ 

“At the restaurant, I know.” She winked and grabbed the door knob, shutting the door behind her while Gabby blabbed about her day, but Miguel couldn’t focus. His head was elsewhere, following a stray kitty he couldn’t capture. 

Sunday was a slow day at the restaurant, and you were on as a bartender again until Miguel came in at 8, so you did your job and served the few groups that came in before his shift. A few men came and sat at your bar for a while as he walked in, complimenting you and asking about your hobbies. You laughed and nodded, answering with short, polite sentences as you wiped down glasses and restocked beers. A shadow behind you made you feel like you were in the dark before you saw Miguel staring down the boys, now quietly sipping their drinks while avoiding eye contact with you. 

You wondered if he said something to them, but he barely even looked at you, so you decided to keep to yourself. 

“Here.” You handed him the bar key and started walking forward, then feeling him tug at your jeans and pull you backwards towards him. 

“We need to talk later.” 

“I figured as much.” You answered and looked into his eyes, seeing the brownish-red swirling and practically intoxicating you. Staring into his eyes was like a poison in itself, making your body weak and your chest tight with desire. 

“No, I mean actually talk.” He restated, making you a bit nervous. Had you finally pushed him away? Maybe he met someone, maybe you two were officially done with your midnight rendezvous, maybe he was sick of your antics, maybe- “Stop panicking.” His voice broke you out of your thoughts and he pulled your chin to look into his eyes again, those addicting eyes. “Relax. It will all be fine.” He answered and let go of you, giving you the reassurance you needed not to break down into a complete anxiety attack. 

Tonight would be a rough talk, sure, but at least you knew he wasn’t upset.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #atsv miguel #angst #miguel o hara #miguel x gn reader

[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 | next: Part 9 | ao3

The meeting we’ve all been waiting for… (also wow it’s already October what the hell. Plus it’s whumptober so this feels very fitting ^^ also sorry for the slower updates, I’ve started work again and it’s hectic to even get the writing energy after shifts, especially when I’m also doing a couple fan events)

Will carefully moves his hand around the drawer, brushing against the items inside and feeling their shapes for something familiar. When he finds it, he takes his hand out all the more slowly as not to brush his elbow against the vines that are keeping the drawer half open.

In his hand is a Zippo lighter. This one is bigger than his palm with a dragon engraving. The sight of it makes Will’s heart skip a beat. This one. This should work too.

He slips it into the pocket of his vest. It clinks against the other Zippos he had collected. On his way out of the trailer home, Will hops over the thickest vines on the ground as the residents chatter.

“Don’t forget about the fish.”

“I won’t, Bella. Are you stopping by the Byers kid’s funeral today?”

“What?” Will asks aloud, stopping in his tracks.

“Maybe, but I’m not sure I can attend the wake after.”

“Why? You and Joyce have a feud I don’t know about?”

“None of your business, Cody. I just don’t feel comfy about apologizing for nothing to a woman grieving her dead son.”

Will stays a moment longer but the couple’s conversation is already over, heavy footsteps echoing across the floor and to the gravel outside. He follows, but not before waving a hand on the light-switch, watching the lights in the living room burst into glittering orange in quick succession.

“Goddamn electric bill…”

He takes that cue to leave.

It’s a stomach-turning daze on the walk back to Eddie’s trailer. The couple had just mentioned a funeral. His funeral. But that can’t be right! Funerals happen when someone dies and their body has to be buried. And Will’s still very alive right now and his mom knows that!

And if Mom knows he’s alive, then she must’ve told Jonathan and the Party. And if they all know, then the school and rest of Hawkins wouldn’t make up a funeral for him.

Right?

He swallows down the urge to vomit. It’s suddenly harder to breathe. Will thinks it’s another coughing bout but nothing happens. It just feels like his chest is being squeezed.

He hurries faster. He doesn’t want to leave Eddie alone for too long.

Once he’s back in the trailer, he tiptoes his way into Eddie’s bedroom. He hasn’t been there before in the first visit, but it’s so full of posters, books, cassette tapes, and a red oddly-shaped guitar hanging on a wall. When he had first stepped in here, Will understood why Eddie didn’t want anybody to know he listens to David Bowie because there’s not a single poster of Bowie or The Clash anywhere. Only scary looking metal bands with similar clothes as Eddie.

Eddie’s still laying on bed, his back to the door. The same position he’s been in when Will had left.

Will slowly comes up to him and gently pats on his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything because touching is enough confirmation to say I’m back.

It’s like when Dad yells at Jonathan and his brother would be completely mute for the rest of the day or even the next day, not liking it when Will tries to talk to him.

“It’s not because I don’t like you trying to make me feel better. I just hate hearing someone talking to me when all I can still hear is Dad.” Jonathan had explained to him gently. Will had understood and hugged him, promising not to talk on Jonathan’s bad days.

Seeing Eddie becoming blank-eyed and not talking after weeping for what felt like hours had brought Will back to his brother’s bad days. So when Eddie couldn’t get up at first, Will made him get up and took him back inside where Eddie had let go of his hand and disappeared into his room.

It makes Will angry. Not at Eddie but at his uncle. Eddie had talked about his uncle Wayne like he was the best guy in the world and he left. He ran and never came back despite hearing Eddie on the phone.

When they get out of here, Will is going to punch Eddie’s uncle in the knees. Maybe. He had never hit anyone before.

Leaning against the bed, Will sits down on the floor and gets out the Zippo lighters he had collected. He has twelve in total so he organizes them in two rows of six. He picks the first one up and tries to catch a light.

It doesn’t work.

He puts it on the side and picks up the next one.

For about every two minutes, Will tries a lighter and sees if a flame can work. Sometimes it catches but only for a brief second. When a lighter does work, he flicks it off and on again to check if it’ll do it again, only for the spark to fail. This happens to Zippos number four, seven, and nine.

Even as the lighters dwindle with no success, Will keeps his hopes high. He has a crazy plan that he’s sure Eddie would love and he really wants it to work.

Number eleven is the one with the dragon design. He sucks in a quick breath and flicks it on.

The flame appears immediately before his eyes.

Will gasps, suddenly unable to flip the Zippo lid on. It looks much more brighter than the others, almost the same glow as the lights. Despite its small size, it illuminates the room, casting shadows as it flickers.

He takes another breath and closes the Zippo. He clamps it tight between both hands. Please come back.

As the Zippo flicks open, its flame returns.

Will can’t help but emit a happy shriek, “Eddie! It works, it works! The lighter works!”

He turns around, hoping to see Eddie sitting up wide eyed and shrieking back in excitement. But he still sees Eddie’s back.

The smile falls from Will’s face. He clicks the Zippo shut. Then he flips it open again, stretching his right hand out enough so it wouldn’t get burned. He looks at the now-orange wall as the shadow of his hand mimics a rabbit’s head.

“Look, Eddie the Elder Traveller.” Will whispers. He “hops” his hand, making it disappear and reappear on the silhouette of Eddie’s back. Then he moves his fingers so it would look like a fox. “The fox is about to get the rabbit.”

Eddie doesn’t move.

A sudden thought strikes upon Will: What if Eddie’s dead?

He lunges himself onto the mattress, barely careful to turn the lighter off. After an ‘whoompf’, he turns on his side to actually face Eddie. He flicks the lighter back on and sighs in relief when he sees Eddie’s pupils immediately dilating.

“See, Eddie? We have light. I can make a real fire to scare the monster off.” Will tells him in a hushed tone. Watches for any more movement or reactions.

Nothing. Even his breathing is too small to notice.

Will closes the Zippo, shivering when the tiny warmth disappears. It’s getting colder the longer they’re here.

Eddie finally moves.

Will almost says something, but Eddie’s face is unchanging even as his arm wraps around Will and pulls him close to his chest, Will’s head tucking under his chin.

This close, Will can feel Eddie’s heartbeat - slow and almost not there..

He gulps, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. He lets himself stay in the hug before he taps Eddie’s arm. He whispers, “I have to get up.”

There’s a small tremor across Eddie’s body. Will feels him slowly shaking his head and tightening his arm.

“I promise to come back. It’ll only be a few minutes.”

Eddie shakes his head again but stops. Then he makes a tiny whistling sound like a sigh before his arm loosens. Will slowly shuffles away, watching Eddie’s face as he gets off.

The only change of expression is the glossy look in his eyes.

Will squeezes Eddie’s hand one, two, three, four times. He forces himself to look away and walks out of the room.

On the kitchen counter, the pile of dirty towels and broken wood pieces remain besides a tall bottle of cooking oil as he had left them. Will takes a deep breath and gets to work.

—

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Wayne’s courage to come back at his front door. Every attempt to turn the damn doorknob gives him the goosebumps and shivers down his spine. He’s fairly certain his trailer is haunted and the ghost in there doesn’t want him in.

But Wayne has to go back inside. He needs to collect his suit for Will’s Byers funeral later in the morning. It’s a public invite and Wayne wants to give his respects for Joyce Byers.

He cycles through deep slow breathes before he finally twists the doorknob all the way and steps in.

He expects the living room to be a mess, if the ghost is a poltergeist type. But it’s the same as last night. Not even his mugs are misplaced. Though he can practically taste the new weight of the atmosphere.

He hurries over to the hallway closet, which is a corner away from Eddie’s room. There, the weight presses down, slipping into his throat as if he’s choked with the depression. The same feeling he gets whenever Eddie has an awful day and wants to be out of Wayne’s sight.

Wayne’s hands are carefully still as he finds the black suit at the very end. It’s a little wrinkled but he doesn’t want to stay longer to iron it.

As he changes in the living room, the light in the kitchen flickers.

He freezes. Watches the light flicker slowly and than rapidly.

He finishes in record time and gets the hell out before the ghost gets another idea.

—

Will listens to the rumbling echoes of the truck driving away. He kicks at the front door again, imagining it to be Eddie’s uncle’s knees.

It’s really frustrating to get someone who isn’t Mom to do more than notice their lights going crazy and ignore it.

Will closes his eyes, takes more deep breaths, and tries not to get mad. Once he’s feeling more calm, he goes back to packing the new torches. He’s made about five, which is enough to fit the small satchel he found in. It’ll be heavier to carry, but he can do it.

He’s both excited and cautious about using fireballs in real life. He knows it’s going to be different than playing in D&D, but Will the Wise always uses fireball as the first and last chance to finish the fight.

Will the Wise had missed. Will Byers will not.

As he returns back to Eddie’s room, the older boy is still lying in the same position. Will wonders if Eddie had even heard his uncle come in and out.

His eyes fall on the box of tapes, somehow untouched by the vines. Then he looks over to Eddie’s desk where a Walkman lies with dust.

An idea pops up.

He makes a quick move to the tapes. He’s almost overwhelmed by the sheer number of them (Eddie probably has more than Jonathan!) but he lets himself pick one by random. It’s too dark to read the band name but it has three angels sitting and smoking.

He grabs the Walkman next. He pops the tape inside and presses play. It immediately starts to life, a song playing loud through the headphones.

Will pads over to Eddie, contemplating if he should slip the headphones on. He places them in front of Eddie where he could see it, exclaiming, “Walkman still works!”

It doesn’t take long for Eddie to sit up. Slowly and robotically, Eddie picks up his Walkman and slips on the headphones. His gaze remains dull and downcast. Will tries hard not to notice the tear tracks cleaning his dirty face.

He steps closer and gently takes Eddie’s hand, limp across the lap. “We should go back to my place.” Will’s not sure if Eddie can even hear him, through the music or not. But Eddie gives a small nod anyway, although he doesn’t stand up until Will tugs him to move.

Will squeezes Eddie’s hand three times as he leads them outside. The demogorgon isn’t here so there’s a bit more luck on their side. Maybe it’s finally leaving them alone?

He says this aloud to Eddie, but Eddie doesn’t respond or squeeze his hand back. Only shuffles along with a blank stare.

Will keeps a tighter grip on their hands and spears. It all feels too heavy.

—

The funeral goes as expected for a young boy: quiet, heavy-hearted, and carefully neutral expressions. No one wants to be the first to burst into loud tears, not even the Byers.

Wayne looks over at the family during the priest’s readings. Lonnie is carefully sober. Jonathan seems seconds away to crying. Joyce appears almost scowling, no doubt angry at the world for taking her son.

He also notes the three younger boys attending, possibly Will’s best friends. They all look carefully inattentive at the small coffin.

After the initial burial, most of everyone goes to the funeral home for the usual refreshments and murmurs. Wayne didn’t plan to go, not wanting another target of pity on his back. But something on his gut tells him to go there and he’s obedient to himself so he follows the crowd.

He keeps his head down, which does enough of avoiding attention. But the funeral home feels too small and tight. He goes outside to one of the porches.

Joyce is also there, sitting one of the cricketing wooden chairs. She gives out a heavy sigh, “Jonathan, tell your father I’m-”

She stops herself when she looks up and sees Wayne. She looks almost frazzled for a second before her shoulders drop slightly, then they hunch up again. “Oh, sorry.”

Wayne manages to bite the “I’m sorry for your loss” from the tip of his tongue. Instead, he takes out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offers it to Joyce.

She blinks before she takes one. Then she hesitates and takes two more. Wayne gives no comment to that. Only asks, “You want a light?”

Joyce shakes her head, taking out a lighter from where she stuffs in the two extra cigarettes. “Thanks for the cigarette though.”

“Not a problem.”

They smoke in silence for a while. Wayne peeks over at Joyce, feeling his eyebrows rise to his scalp when he sees her cigarette is halfway done. But he doesn’t say anything about it. Anyone’s smoking habits is their business, not his.

When Joyce finally speaks, it sounds careful, “I noticed another missing poster on the way here.”

Wayne grunts, “Who’s?”

“Yours.”

He stops. He doesn’t look at Joyce. He doesn’t want to see the same goddamn face on her too. Instead, he gives the smallest of nods as he stares out. “He might’ve just ran away to a concert. I’m probably overacting.”

A pause.

Then Joyce says, quiet and hoarse with an undying conviction, “My son is not dead.”

Wayne merely hums. Takes another drag instead of replying back to her.

“Think of me as crazy like everyone else, but that’s not my Will we’ve buried. He’s still alive, I know it.”

Wayne looks at her. She’s staring at the ground as if she wants to burn the grass in front of her. There’s a trembling anger around her outline that threatens to break out and scorch the woods. He gets the feeling this isn’t something Joyce had built up to after her son’s disappearance, but much earlier in her life that she hid well until now.

Her words come over him then and he feels a tug of, well, maybe not sympathy. More akin to understanding. The vague sense of knowing your child is still alive without a doubt and yet everyone already thinks otherwise.

It feels like a curse. That maybe he and Joyce had accidentally walked through some wrong area of land as kids long ago and nature covered their tracks by taking away their boys.

“I get it.” Wayne mumbles around his cigarette. “I know my nephew is out there somewhere but I just don’t know where.”

Joyce hums in acknowledgment. “Maybe they’ve found each other and are coming home as we speak.”

“Careful, wishful thinking is a bad habit.” Wayne jokes lightly. He feels relieved when Joyce snorts and shakes her head. He sighs and looks off to the direction of the cemetery.

“I’ve actually had a call from Eddie last night.” There’s a surprised noise from Joyce. “Yeah. Couldn’t believe it either. But it was so short with lots of static and actually killed my landline. But it was him. And he was calling for me. I just wish I could’ve known immediately where he was so I could drive there as fast as I could to my boy.”

Silence answers him. He worries the pad of his thumb along his jaw. His cigarette is still burning but he lets it drop to the ground, feeling unable to smoke anymore. He stares at the dying embers as if they would tell him off for oversharing like that.

“Did your lights flicker?”

Wayne blinks and looks over. Joyce’s sitting up straighter, traces of anger suddenly vanished and replaced by a wide-eyed expression he cannot place.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Your lights.” Joyce repeats. “Did they, uh, did you have some electrical problems after Eddie disappeared?”

Wayne stares.

Joyce shrinks down, putting out her cigarette. “Sorry, that’s a stupid question. I shouldn’t have asked-”

“No, no, it’s alright. Just why are you asking that?”

Joyce looks back at him with an almost helpless expression. Then she appears to steel herself with a sharp inhale, closes her eyes, and says “The night after Will went missing, I got a call. And I can recognize my baby’s breathing and voice. Even if the other line’s nothing but the static. And every day after that, the lights in my house flickered at random. It happened whenever I called for Will’s name.”

Wayne feels himself leaning forward towards her, his hand lightly grazing his beard. It sends him a little down to memory lane of being ten years old and listening to campfire stories. The ones that scare and intrigue him the most always make him lean forward, as if he can catch the next words from midair and keep them for himself like caterpillars in jars.

“I knew it was Will. It took me a couple of days to figure how to help him speak better through the lights. He told me he wasn’t safe or alone.”

Joyce opens her eyes and meets his. They look almost kindly like a summer’s rain. But Wayne knows how to see through and recognize an approaching tornado.

“Before Will said this, I asked him to spell his name. He did that and also spelled out ‘and Eddie.’”

Wayne catches the air escaping out of his mouth. He turns his head away, looking back down at his dead cigarette.

“I know it sounds like I’m making this up, but I’m not, Wayne.” Joyce continues, her voice firm with a hint of pleading. “If you choose to not believe me and see me as a psychotic bitch hurting your feelings, than that’s fine. All I’m just asking if your lights—”

“Last night.” His voice sounds too calm in Wayne’s ears even though his throat feels rough as sandpaper.

“Sorry?”

“My lights went crazy last night. Then again this morning.” He returns his gaze back to Joyce. Her mouth is open in an ‘o’ shape, almost like she’s in disbelief. She closes it, the unreadable expression returning.

She asks, “Do you… believe me?”

Wayne thinks back to the campfire stories. How the ones that shake his younger bones and skin are the ones with truth to them, no matter how small they were. And Joyce’s story sounds like the truth is too large to be chopped up.

“It feels a hell of a coincidence that our boys vanished almost a couple days of each other and then we get crazy by our house lights.” Wayne answers slowly.

Joyce almost shutters with a sigh of relief before she snaps her head up at him. “Can you take me to your place?”

Wayne blinks, taken aback by the little whiplash of her words. “What-”

“I want to check your lights. See if we can speak to our boys.” Joyce’s tone is no-nonsense. Her eyes are hard with determination. Her outline of fury is shimmering, no longer ready to burn the town down.

Wayne wonders if he’s looking at himself. That he has the same fury and determination that everyone had seen in him since Eddie never came home.

He nods at her. “I’ll drive you.”

—

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Steve and Eddie hopping through different universes and finding each other every time

The popcorn was hot and ready, the drinks were nice and cold. The only thing keeping the movie marathon from starting was the seating arrangements. Mostly everyone was decided, but there was a bit of contention about where Steve and Eddie should sit.

“This is a casual hangout between comrades”, Dustin said. “Not a date.”

“We never said it was”, Steve argued.

“If you two sit together, you’ll be gross the whole time”, Mike said.

“Why do Jonathan and Nancy get to sit together then?”, Eddie pointed to the couple sitting right next to them.

“I’ve given up trying to control what my sister does”, Mike explained. The rest let it go unsaid that they were afraid of telling Nancy what to do.

Max pulled Steve off the couch and brought him over to the armchair. “You here.” Then she pointed to Eddie. “You stay.”

“You guys are getting a little too comfortable ordering Eddie and me around”, Steve said.

“Steven, my love, it seems the forces of this world have split us apart”, Eddie said, reaching an arm off the couch. “But fret not, for I would find you in every universe.”

Eddie’s monologue was interrupted as Robin returned from the bathroom and slapped Eddie’s hand away. “What about a universe where you’re both socks?”

“Steve is the left to my right”, Eddie beamed.

“What about a universe where you’re a dog and Steve’s a cat?”, Lucas asked.

“I’d bark him up a tree any day.”

“What about a universe where you shut up and we can start the movie?”, Erica pressed play without waiting for a reply.

As the movie began, El got a little curious and tried to quietly ask Max about different universes. But Dustin overheard and answered instead.

“It’s like the idea of another world. Where some things are the same, but others are different.”

“Like the Upside Down?”, El asked.

“Kinda? Except, people are there too. Like, maybe there’s a universe where you grew up with us and we’ve known each other forever. Or a universe where we all have superpowers. Or a universe where we go on space adventures.”

Erica turned to look at them. “Or once again. A universe where you shut up.”

While they watched the first movie, El’s brain buzzed a little. They had picked a particular set that they all boasted as iconic and necessary for her to get some culture. El didn’t understand how a movie could be ‘necessary’ but she trusted her friends’ judgement...most of the time.

As she watched, the couldn’t help but imagine some of the scenarios. How would they all look in these different worlds? Would they all feel the same about each other? How would they even meet?

About three hours into the movie marathon, Eddie had wormed his way onto Steve’s lap and everyone was too done to say anything about it, even when they started whispering and giggling to each other during the entire runtime of Labyrinth.

The marathon went deep into the night, all of them eventually falling asleep.

---------------------------

Steve opened his eyes and he was not in his room. Honestly, it looked both better and worse than his room. It was bigger, the furniture looked older, his bed was larger, but the walls were made of stone. 

“Where the hell am I?”

He got out of bed and went over to the window. Only then did he begin to hear screaming and his view of the unfamiliar land was broken by a dragon flying by.

“Not in Hawkins! Got it!”

Part 2 coming soon

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #first part's a lil short #next time we really dig our feet in #im excited are you excited?

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What is Happening to Me (Part 15)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,673 Contains: Whump, Angst, Death.

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Leon had already scooped you up into his arms, making another 2 of the suppressants. One for if you need it again and another for the BSAA's Lab. Your arms were wrapped around his neck to help hold yourself up in his arms, not wanting to be heavy for him to carry. Leon didn't mind, you were light enough to carry comfortably for a long distance. One of the reasons he made sure he was strong was to carry anyone if need be, especially you.

Making your way back down in the elevator Leon walks down the stairs to ground level and walks you out of the building. Taking you all the way through the town back to the car you had driven here.

"What happened?" The Sargent in charge asked as he followed you to the car.

"We were attacked by the man in the picture. He's dead, L-Pill from what it looked like." Leon explains as he opens the passenger side of the vehicle and places you gently on the seat. He straps you in and closed your door. "I will be sending the BSAA here to collect anything from the labs we found, your men are to stay posted until further orders are given to you." Leon says walking around to the drivers side and hops in. Before closing the door he stops and looks to the Sargent. "You and your men have done well."

With that he closed the door, starts the car and takes off towards the facilities. "Hang on, okay?" Leon says flicking a quick glance at you then resting a hand on your lap. You open your eyes and give him a weak smile, you could still feel the effects of whatever you had been injected with. Your limbs wouldn't move at your will and your chest felt like a child of 5 was sitting on it. "I'll be fine..." You say before you let your eyes close once again.

Hunnigan had contacted the hospital on the BSAA grounds, they probably thought you all couldn't handle yourselves or something. Two admitted within hours of each other? Very unlucky. They were waiting for his arrival, hopping out of the car he races around to unbuckle you and pull your limp body from the car. He didn't know when you had passed out, but you had been out since he asked if you were still with him 3 minutes ago.

He placed you on the stretcher and he gives the description as well as both the syringes he had acquired. Explaining one is for the lab and one if for if they need to use it on her, still not sure what was pulsing through your veins or taken host in your body yet. Standing alone in the hallway now Leon felt his legs finally go weak under him, the adrenaline leaving his body. Making his way towards Chris' room he walks in and flops down on the seat beside Chris' feet. He leans forwards, head in his hands as he rest his elbows on his knees. His friend and lover were in this hospital, far from home. Leon sits there, in the same position for about 10 minutes, it didn't feel like that long. Your form, limp in his arms and screams kept replaying in his minds eye and ears.

"What's wrong with you?" Croaked one Chris Redfield, having been watching Leon beside his feet for probably the passed 30 seconds.

Leon was startled from his thoughts, head lifting up to reveal red, wet eyes. Not realising himself that he had been crying. This however caused a tightness in Chris' chest and looked around the room for you, there was no way Leon would be crying over him. "Where's (Y/N)?" Chris asked. Looking directly at Leon who wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, leaning back in the chair he was in. Not daring to look at Chris. "Leon.."

"She was injected with some kind of virus or parasite." He explained. Chris just kept his eyes on Leon. "She... Is here now. Hopefully they can help her, but I don't know if they can or even will be able to find a cure in time."

"Don't say that..." Chris didn't want to believe it, but Leon was just preparing himself for the worst.

Silence sat between the two men for a while. Chris still feeling groggy from the after effects of the Plaga being in his system, Leon still going through all the possibilities of what was going to happen to you. Leon did, however, speak up after a while. Filling Chris in on what they had found, that a Plaga had in fact been inside of him, and the possible reasons for the attacks here. The man probably responsible was now dead, wanting to seemingly get revenge on you for destroying everything he had worked for. It seemed stupid, only to kill himself in the end, not knowing whether he had done any harm to you or not.

-----*4 Hours Later*-----

Chris had been taken off the vaccine for the Plaga, his bloods coming back to show he was completely cleared of the parasite. Nurses and doctors had been coming in to get him prepared for air lifting him home to the United States. That way he could heal on familiar ground. Leon was sitting off to the side on a couch along the wall, slouching back his arms were crossed over his chest. Chris was sitting up, watching Leon as his head would bob forwards, then back up as he tried to keep himself awake. Adjusting himself every so often and shaking his foot to try keeping himself awake.

A Doctor walks into the room causing Leon to become alert, thinking he had come in for Chris once again. He started to get comfortable before his name was called rather than Redfield's. Both of them perk up, Leon standing to his feet.

"Mr. Kennedy, could I talk to you outside for a moment?" The Doctor asked, the look in his eyes told Chris and Leon something was wrong.

"No, I want to hear what you have to say. I am close with her as well." Chris piped up, both Leon and the doctor looking to him.

The doctor inhales deeply and crossed his hands in front of his pelvis. "Alright." Looking down to the space between him and Leon he was silent for but a moment before speaking. "We did everything we could."

"No.. You're just.." Leon had a smirk, his head shaking. "You're playing a joke on me.. Right?" Leon lets out a nervous laugh, looking to Chris who had started to sit at the edge of his bed.

"I wish I were, Mr. Kennedy. She succumbed to the internal damage the initial injection had caused."

"I want to see her." Leon demands, he still didn't believe what this man was saying. Chris had made his way to stand beside Leon, a hand being placed on his shoulder, squeezing tight to try and ground the man in denial.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that. Her body is currently in quarantine."

"I don't care! I want to see her!" Leon wasn't showing physical aggression towards the doctor, he knew he was only doing his job. Chris lowering his head as he placed his other hand on Leon's second shoulder.

"Leon, sit down." Chris starts to guide his friend backwards towards the lounge he was seated in before.

"I can't..!" Leon's words were cut off by a sob jerking his chest. "Oh god.." He flops onto the lounge when he felt it against his calves.

"I've got him. Will we be able to take her body home with us?" Chris asked, a hand rubbing at Leon's upper back as he once again leant forwards on his knees.

"Again, I don't know if that's possible. With her body still not confirmed contagious or not, we wouldn't be allowed to have her body travel with others present."

Chris gives a nod. "Thank you.."

"You will also be allowed to leave any time from now, Mr. Redfield."

Chris just gives another silent nod and the doctor stays for a few seconds longer, then turning and leaving the room to give them both privacy. "Leon?" Chris was gentle with his words, he knew the guilt he must be feeling right now. Chris had also lost so many people he cared about. But never had he lost his love.

Leon's face had flushed of all it's colour, sitting up and back against the couch Chris could now see he was in shock. As if on queue Hunnigan was calling in Leon's left ear. Chris saw his hand go to reach for his ear but let it drop back to his side. Removing the earpiece Chris places it in his own, answering the call.

"Leon! You haven't given me any updates for 4 hours now!" Hunnigan stressed on the other side of the line.

"This is Chris Redfield."

"Chris? Where is Leon and (Y/N)?"

Chris looks to Leon who was still pale, staring off into the distance, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Leon is here beside me. We just received news that (Y/N) died from internal injuries caused by the parasite." There was silence on the other side of the line, then the sound of frantic typing.

"Have either of you confirmed this with your own eyes?" She asked still typing away.

"No. Her body is in quarantine and they won't allow us to see her."

"What? That's not.." She goes silent, thinking for a moment. "Thank you, Chris. Send Leon home as soon as possible."

Chris frowned at this order, he wasn't even given time to grieve before being sent home for briefing. "Copy." Then the line goes dead. Removing the earpiece he placed it in Leon's hand. "She wants you to come home as soon as you can."

Leon only nods. He didn't even hear what Chris had said, his body had just gone into autopilot.

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Eyes Full Of Tears - Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Title: Eyes Full Of Tears

Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Additional Characters: Dustin (Mentioned), Reader's mom (Mentioned), and Billy's dad (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,837

Warnings: Sibling fights, yelling, Billy being hard on himself, mentions of depression, slight angst, and crying Billy

Arriving home, you headed inside, Dustin already ready to leave. 

“Wow, you’re ready.” You were slightly surprised.

Most times, Dustin would take a good thirty minutes before he was even ready to leave. Today was different. Dustin nods before speed-walking out the door, already hopping in the front passenger seat. You sighed and got in the car as well. As they drove to Mike’s house, You tried to start up a conversation.

“Does mom know you stayed home from school?” You asked, slightly annoyed that you drove him to his school for him only to later ditch it. 

You didn't want to question how he got back home. His bike was where it was that morning. Something was happening. Something fishy.

Dustin looked at his sister with wide eyes before giving a small challenging glare.

“Does mom know you sneak a boy in your room?” He clapped back, freezing for a slight moment.

You tried to hide your shock that Dustin had found out. “I don’t know what you mean?” 

Dustin gave you a deadpanned look, You looked at him quickly before looking back at the road.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell?” You stated, and Dustin agreed.

“Fine…” It was silent for a while before Dustin spoke up.

“Who is it?” It was silent again for a while as you thought.

You weighed your options. Lie or tell the truth. you knew how your brother felt about Billy. If you told him the truth, he’d look at you differently, and maybe say a few things. He would be disappointed in your. But, You reasoned, Dustin would be even more disappointed if you lied and he found out later the hard way. 

With a deep sigh, You spoke up, “Billy.” 

Dustin quickly looked over at his sister in complete shock. “What!? With Hargrove!? Are you serious!? Why!? Do you know what he’s like!? He’s a complete jerk!” 

You winced at the sharpness and tone of his voice, waiting until he was done to answer.

“Billy is just misunderstood, Dusty. I won’t tell you why because that’s his business, but you have to trust me on this one. Billy is different.” You tried to explain but Dustin was having none of it.

“That’s not an excuse! I thought you knew better! He’s a womanizer, he’s just going to use you and get rid of you once he gets what he wants.” 

You didn’t respond. 

You understood what Billy was like, but you knew what he was really like. Under the mask that Billy wore was a shy, mistreated, hurt, young man. You knew Dustin and his friends didn’t see that. you could bet that you were the only one. You didn’t let his words deter you, you never had any doubts.

Stopping at the front of Mike’s house, you ruffled Dustin’s hair. “Do you really need me tonight for your game?” You asked, and Dustin thought for a second.

“Well, no, but you could come to next week’s game. I doubt it’s going to be anything exciting today.” Dustin explained and you nodded.

“Well, I think… I’ll just head home. I’ll hang out with you guys next week.” Dustin nodded, feeling slightly bad for ruining his sister’s seemingly happy mood.

“Okay, see you later.” Dustin spoke, getting out of the car but pausing at his sister's words.

"Say hi to the kids for me?" You asked and Dustin nodded silently before running up to the house.

Waiting until he was inside, you began to drive off, back home. Once inside, you lazily toed off your shoes and checked your watch, your mom wouldn’t be home for another three hours. Mentally exhausted and emotional from your conversation with your brother, you just went into the kitchen and grabbed a pint of ice cream. Grabbing a spoon, you just waltzed upstairs and to your room, grabbing your remote and putting on whatever you had already on the TV.

Scooping a large clump of ice cream in your mouth, You cringed at the bitter cold, automatically regretting eating so much, causing a brain freeze. Setting the pint next to your, You held your head and shut your eyes, hoping the brain freeze’s pain would reside soon. As it slowly slipped away, You grabbed the ice cream once again, but before you could eat any more, your phone rang. Sighing, and rolling your eyes, you sat the ice cream down again and picked the phone off of the receiver.

“Hello?” You asked, resting the phone between your shoulder and neck, picking up your ice cream and taking a bite.

“Hey, Beautiful. You didn’t call me…” Billy spoke on the other side of the phone.

You sighed again and nodded to yourself, “I’m sorry, Billy, I got caught up in stuff.” You spoke, taking another bite.

Billy chuckled, and he continued, “What kind of stuff?” He asked and you paused, placing your half-eaten pint of ice cream down beside your again.

“Well, I was going to play that dragon game but it seemed Dustin didn’t need me. So I’m eating ice cream and watching reruns of ‘Murder, She Wrote’.”

“Can I come over? I mean, you did blow me off on our dinner date.” He asked, voice playful teasing.

You thought for a moment. your mom still wouldn’t be home for a while.

“Yeah sure, only for a while.” You agreed, a small smile on your face.

Billy nodded with a smile of his own, even though you couldn’t see that.

“Alright, Beautiful, I’ll see you in five minutes.” He spoke but you spoke up.

“Don’t you dare speed-” He hung up.

Sighing, You knew it took a good ten minutes to get to your house if the streets were good. You grabbed your melted ice cream and went downstairs, putting the rest in the freezer for later. Cleaning up your room a bit, you made sure it looked somewhat presentable. You then heard the familiar pebble on your window. Opening your curtain, Billy stood down below, hands in his jacket pockets, a smile on his face. 

Opening your window, you watched as Billy began to climb the side of the house, holding onto the side roof and pushing himself up. Reaching out, You helped him the rest of the way, once he was fully in, you shut your window.

You sat on your bed and Billy followed suit, taking off his shoes, turning to look at you with a cocky smile, but after seeing your face, it dropped a bit.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders, resting your clasped hands in your lap.

"You almost gave me a heart attack climbing up that…" You spoke, laughing awkwardly. 

Billy saw right through it.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

You didn't hesitate this time.

“My brother found out about you.” You spoke up and Billy turned to look in front of him, nodding, lips pursed.

“I assume he didn’t take it well?” He asked and you nodded.

“What did he say?” You gave a small sad smile.

“He basically said that you were a bad influence." But then your eyebrows scrunched.

"I don't even know how he found out since he was at Mike's.” You spoke, more to yourself than to Billy.

Billy gave the same small smile, nodding, “I guess I sort of am…”

You turned to him and shook your head, “No, Billy. You’re not. They just don’t know the real you. And, I do. You’re not a bad influence at all.”

“I’ve done a lot of bad things, Y/N. That makes me a bad influence. You really shouldn’t care-” He began but you caught him off.

“No, we are not having this conversation again. Billy, no matter what, you are smart, determined, caring, and so much more than that. But, you are too hard on yourself. Don’t even get me started, I will go on a tangent on how amazing you are if I have to. But, I need you to know that this is not your fault. Nothing is your fault. It’s your stupid fatyour’s. You are not a bad person for the things you have done, that is you, retaliating against what your father has done and trying to get your strength back from when he takes it away.” 

Billy is silent, eyes wide, staring at you, letting you rant.

“You are strong, Billy. You are strong for surviving what you have gone through and what you are going through.” You finished, eyes fully determined on making sure Billy knew his full worth.

Billy continued to stare, and You right back, Billy really couldn’t believe his ears. He really thought sooner or later you would convert to hating him too, but he was wrong. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Billy’s stomach felt warm and bubbly, and his heart was beating a million miles a second. He hadn’t felt like this for someone in a long time. 

Billy felt his eyes tearing up and he quickly looked away, his mind telling him to ‘man up’ saying that he should be ashamed for crying. But, those thoughts went away right away when You gently placed your hand on Billy’s cheek, turning him to look at your. Your eyes were tearing up, as you stared at the hurt man in front of you. He was in so much pain, constantly. 

“I will be here, no matter what. If you ever need me, day or night, I will be here. Like always. You will never be a burden or a weight on my shoulder.” You continued, voice soft with emotion.

“And… You can cry if you want to, if you need to. I’ll never judge you or anything like that. You deserve to cry. You don't have to hold it all in.” You spoke and that’s when he really broke down. 

After so many cruel years of being abused over and over again by his own father. Someone who is supposed to love and nurture him. The pain is emotional, physical, mental. All crashing down on top of him. He finally felt like he could let it go. You pulled him into a hug, Billy immediately wrapped his arms around your, digging his face into the side of your neck, tears wetting your sweatshirt. 

And he stayed like that for a good while, quietly sobbing into your sweatshirt as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. Getting a bit stiff, You slowly dipped back, gently falling on your bed, Billy resting on top of you. Laying still, legs tangled together, You did nothing but try and soothe him, trying your best to fix his broken soul. They laid like that for a good long while. Billy laid on top of you, head still tucked into your neck, his tears slowly drying up as he still held on tight. You hummed quietly as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, your other hand gently rubbing circles on his back.

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Day 2 - Stealing Clothes

Komaeda's thin. Well, relatively thin. He's thin, but he's tall, so his clothes drape over his body, a little big on him sometimes. You take notice of it. You remember putting him into your crop top for fun and finding out that he actually looked better in it than you did. He also doesn't seem to care about what he wears as long as you call him pretty boy. You call him pretty no matter what he wears. He just looks good in everything.

But Komaeda's physique also allows a small quirk in the relationship that you deem as a blessing. Swapping closets.

The shirt drapes over your body while you toss the bread into the toaster. The smell fills the room, and Komaeda stirs in his sleep. He blinks open slowly, and he hears the sound of the toast jump up as he finally sits up. "Darling?"

"What's wrong?" You call from downstairs, placing the toast on the plate. You spread the butter on the toast, and you rush upstairs.

"Where's my- oh" He stares at you, and he flushes.

"Hm?"

"My shirt," He mumbles, the covers sliding off his chest. "Do you have one to spare?"

"Yes," You hum, pulling one out of the drawer and throwing it at him. "Are my pajamas okay?"

"Mhm," Komaeda pulls the shirt over his head, and he yawns. "What's for breakfast?"

"Toast," You pause. "I still need to make the eggs."

He opens his mouth before closing it again.

"I'll stay put."

"Please do." You laugh airily, hopping down the stairs. "What do you want on it?"

"Do you have eggs?"

"Yeah," You slide an egg onto his toast. "I'll finish with the rest of breakfast."

Komaeda smiles as you do, and he stares at his metal hand.

"What's wrong?" You slide onto the seat next to him, reaching for the butter.

"Just thinking," Komaeda smiles. "When do we start work?"

"Half an hour." You yawn. "Online."

"Alright." He mumbles. "I'm being sent on another business trip in two days."

"Better make the most of these last two then." You mumble.

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Hacked into you - 4 (AU)

Hi loves!! Hope you’re well, so sorry for the wait, I’ve been so busy with uni (I’m Australian, which actually shows in the way I write if you guys can see that haha), thank you so much for the support and your interests in the story, again a lot of this story is based off of the game Watchdogs 2, so if anything is confusing, comment down and I can try my best to explain it! Google also might be a better option though hehe. Also, I’d love to know what you guys think of the story so far and if you have any questions, comment down below!! If you would like to be apart of a taglist so you know when I release a new chapter, comment down below too!!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter, J <3

READ PART 3 PART 2  PART 1

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, mention of weapons

*I plan to write smut in this story and it does have some dark themes like violence involved, the game itself was rated MA15+ where I am from (might be different depending which country you are in) so my fic will be 18+ because I am involving more adult themes, if you do choose to proceed, please keep that in mind*

DIVINITY - 4

If Jenna was a sin, she’d be the indulgence I’d partake in, against the divine law.

Her gaze softened with city lights reflecting in her eyes, I know she’s going to say yes, her eyes tell me everything, her relaxed shoulders wants to welcome me in, and the slight smirk she raises, the world would be safe and small the second her head lays on my chest.

She sighs with sorry eyes.

Fuck. I thought wrong, am I stupid to think that she would stay the night with me, in my arms? Maybe, I read into her actions too much and all of that flirting was just her being friendly, I am new to the team after all. But surely it wasn’t all in my head, that we really have something.

I close my eyes and look down to my hands and let out a soft chuckle,

“Ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”.

“No, no, b, it’s okay, I just, I don’t know if it would be the best idea, we both have to go into HQ tomorrow and it’s your first mission, I don’t want to distract you”.

“I understand, Jen, well sleep tight, if you need anything help yourself to anything in the fridge, pantry and the bathroom is the first door right next to the front door”.

“Goodnight y/n”.

“Goodnight”, I smile back at her.

After she leaves the room, so many thoughts race through my head, most of it is the memories of the past day from the start of initiation to now, mainly, it was her, Jenna, every look she gave me, every smile, and the words she spoke to me. “B”, from the second she called me that, it would be engraved on my heart forever. I realise I must get some sleep, in about 5 hours, I have to go into HQ and start my first mission. A mix of adrenaline and nervousness is running through my bloodstream, this is my cue to go to sleep, I take one more look at the city and feelings of sonder arises, I smile and reach for the remote that controls the curtains that drapes over the floor-to-ceiling windows.

*5 HOURS LATER*

The sunlight peaks through my eyelid and the smell of cinnamon greets my senses, it was a delightful smell and the weather looked beautiful, the automatic curtains obviously beat me to waking up. Today is such a beautiful day, it just sucks there are corrupt and evil people out there, butttt it helps knowing we’re trying to take them down. I get out of bed and stretch the rest of my tiredness away, I hop in my bathroom and take a quick shower, when I walk out of my room changed, Jenna is in the kitchen finishing her cooking.

 “Well, sleeping beauty finally wakens”.

“Hmm without a kiss though” taking a stab at her.

“You’re not funny”, she scoffs,

“Yeah, but the redness on your face says otherwise” taking another stab at her.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, you’re one strike away from not eating breakfast” now taking a stab at me.

I would be lying to myself if I said she wasn’t the first thing on my mind when I woke up, I just hope I was on hers too. The food looks delicious, waffles with cinnamon undertones, eggs and turkey bacon and apple juice.

“Yuck y/n, apple juice? Just for this act alone, I would kick you out of Dedsec”.

“Oh c’mon, as if you prefer orange juice”.

“No, but I’d drink a gallon of it before I touch apple”.

“You’re actually insane, but the spread looks very nice, very delicious”.

“Thank you, kind lady, don’t get used to it though”. She winks at me.

“Okay stop flirting with me and finish your food”.

“You’re on a thin line, y/n”, she walks up to me and my heart beats fasted than ever before, she’s not taller than me but I’m sitting down on a stool against my island so the power is in her hands, she steps even closer and reaches her arm out behind me which only brings her even closer, now she’s leaning her entire body towards me, I can feel her heat radiating off her skin, the heat I craved last night with me, the only heat that’s better than any blanket that wraps around my body.

“Sorry, I needed the salt” she teases,

“Didn’t season the food, Ms Ortega?”

“Shut up and eat, you need the energy for today, which speaking of, we have an hour till we have to get to HQ, you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“That’s my girl” she praises,

“Hmm, not your girl, now go relax and I’ll do the dishes.”

“No-.”

I cut her off “you cooked, I’ll clean, it’s only fair,” from then, she gets up and raises both hands up,

“You got it boss!”

I chuckle at her statement and get started on cleaning, there isn’t much to clean so I just handwash the plates instead of wasting water on the dishwasher, usually I watch something while washing dishes but this time my entertainment comes in a form of Jenna looking out into the city, watching everyone go about their day, the sun kisses her skin, I take a deep breath and splash my face to get her out of my head. No distractions. It doesn’t work, because now she’s running through my mind like a marathon.

“Okay, all done, let’s go before Marcus kills me.”

“I’d let him, to be honest, and plus I run Dedsec not Marcus.”

Dedsec doesn’t work as a hierarchy, that would be hypocritical of them, however it’s an unspoken thing that Marcus leads the SF team, it’s not a bad thing, he’s sweet, and he acts like more of a brother than a leader I’ve heard. The SF team consists of, Marcus, Wrench, Josh, Sitara, Ray also known as Tbone and Jenna, well now me. There was another team member before, Horatio, I heard he was the sweetest and he was very smart, but unfortunately, he got caught by a gang, known as the Tezcas who wanted to hunt down Dedsec members and was unfortunately stabbed to death. He got his justice though when Marcus and the team avenged him. And of course, I cant forget, the Dedsec members/followers in bay area, they provide us with information and help on missions, acting as informants, we wouldn’t be here without them and we’re growing by the minute.

“Okayyyyy Jenna, whatever you say, now let’s go.”

We head towards the garage of the building, on the way saying hi and bye to Alfred at the same time, once we get to the garage, I lead her towards my safeguarded area of the garage where my vehicles rest.

“Holy shit.”

“Like what you see?” I elbow her softly,

“Who the hell are you?”

“Y/n…”

She tsks “you know what I mean, did you steal them?”

“Hey! I worked hard for these thank you very much, by taking down evil, rich people and maybe taking a bit of their money for me.”

“There’s the twist.”

“Oh, don’t start, Dedsec does the same, take from the rich and give to the vulnerable, now my fair lady, pick your poison.”

She walks around the vehicles, with each one she sees her eyes widen even more, she’s in awe, I mean to be fair, I was too.

“This one.”

“Good choice, she’s, my favourite.”

She’s referring to my crimson red motorcycle, the Sayonara. My favourite vehicle to ride, and super-fast too, it took me a bit to get used to the speed.

“What can I say, I’ve got a good eye, and the need, the need for speed.”

“Okay, never say that again if you want to ride with me.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, anyways, I’ve always wanted to ride one, I see people riding them around the city, always going too fast for their own good.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me.”

“Maybe.”

I pass her a motorcycle jacket that’ll keep her warm and protect her from the speed and drag while riding, along with a helmet for extra protection, the most important protection, might I add.

“Hold on tight.”

As we cruise through the warm yet cooling San Francisco breeze, I can feel Jenna’s grip on my waist get tighter every time I sped up, I decide it’s time to put on a show. I see a clear street, put the bike in the right gear and tell Jenna to hold on. Next thing you know I’m reaching 120km an hour and then I hear the most excruciating noise, sirens, police sirens.

“Lose them, b” Jenna instigates but in a flirtatious manner.

“Hold on even tighter.”

After that, I’m swerving, trying to avoid crashes and trying to lose the police, 5 minutes in and now I have about 2 cars trying to catch me.

“They’re getting closerrr.”

“Have some faith, Jen.”

2 minutes later, the police sirens die down as the sounds dilute, from that, I start slowing down, and lucky enough I see the HQ, I ride into the nearby alleyway and park.

“WOOOOOOO” Jenna screams into my ears and jumps on me and gives me a hug as we get off the bike. “FUCK THAT WAS FUN.”

I laugh at her,

“I’m glad you enjoyed the ride.”

“Do you always ride like that?”

I reach for her helmet to help her take it off,

“Depends on what I’m riding,” I wink at her.

She rolls her eyes at me and makes her way towards the building, “you’re so annoying” I hear her say faintly as she continues to walk away.

“YOU LOVE ME” I yell back at her, I run up to her as she’s my way in, the building of the HQ is disguised as a fully functional comic book shop, fully stocked with figurines and games, every nerds and geeks dreams, but in the back, there’s a discrete hidden door, behind the ‘janitor’s closet,’ the HQ, also known as a hackerspace can only be accessed with the code and right now, I don’t know the code. San Francisco is where the main hackerspace is, where we reside, but there’s other ones with other people working away at right now, one in Oakland and one in Silicon Valley, both also very discrete.

As we head in, we bolt directly to the back, making sure we don’t linger too long up top, Jenna punches in the code and the door slides open,

“The code’s 53662, and if you forget it, goodluck.”

I give her a nod, letting her know I understand, as we walk in and walk down the stairs the walls are adorned with graffiti, but not the ones you see in random alleyways but the ones that could be framed in a museum, they all tell a story, they all speak Dedsec.

“Heyyy, there you are fresh meat, thought you pussied out.” Wrench exclaims,

“Me? Never, just got caught in a little action.”

“Oh, we know, it was a lot of fun to watch, gotta do it all with us one day.” Marcus daps me up,

“You guys saw?”

They all stand in front of me and stare deeply into my soul, their left irises light up blue with hints of grey.

Sitara steps forward and hands me a small box,

“This here is your SI also known as smart iris, we in the hackerspace can see what you can, what you hear and also your vitals, don’t worry though, these only turn on when you’re in action, so you can breathe and relax about your private life, what you do in your little penthouse is your business.”

“Little is an understatement,” Jenna chuckles,

“Okay okay, Jenna’s seen it, you guys should come over sometime.”

Wrench’s mask lights up a smiley face, “dude, fuck yeah.”

“I’ll bring the drinks,” a middle-aged white man walks towards me and offers his hand, I accept his shake.

“Woah, you’re Tbone, it’s an honour to be working with you, hell to even be standing in front of you.”

“I like you, kid, and I’m flattered, you’ve got this fire Dedsec needs, and you’re crazy talented, I watched your initiation, pretty impressive things.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Please, sir is for the CEOs.”

“And, you must be Josh, nice to meet you.”

“Hi y/n, it’s very nice to meet you too.”

“Alright, kid” Marcus walks up to me,

“Are you ready for your first official mission?”

“Very.”

“Okay so, you’ll be running it with me, kind of like my shadow but don’t think less of yourself, we are an equal, the rest of the guys will be back here watching us, doing their own thing, and guiding us through points, that’s also Jenna’s main job, she will let us know of any alerts, cameras and guards we need to neutralize. For your first mission, nothing big, basically you know the rapper, Bobo Dakes?”

“Yeah, I love him, he’s about to release a new album?”

“Yes, he is and we all love him” Jenna continues on, “this big big shot pharmacist, Gene Carcani, also known as the most hated man in America right now, he’s raising the prices of leukaemia medicine so he gets more money, and funny enough, he’s also a big Bobo fan who is offering him millions of dollars to keep the album for himself.”

“What a dickhead, so first he takes advantage of the vulnerable and second he wants to become more selfish by keeping art to himself.”

“And it is your job to take him down, this includes taking every penny he has, we’ll use that money to support cancer foundations.”

“Well, kid, let’s get going.”

I grab my helmet and say bye to the team and grab a weapon, a glock to be specific, something light to get me through, but this is just for precaution, I will only shoot as a last resort, I have other means of neutralizing an enemy, I know martial arts for a reason, and I have my trusty melee weapon. I place my SI in and start heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, b.”

I turn around and see Jenna, she grabs my s/c hand and caress it, her touch is soft and cool, complimenting my warmth.

“Be careful and stay safe, I want you here breathing.”

“Yes ma’am, and plus, don’t worry, you got my back.”

She chuckles.

“I got you.”

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Imagine swapping bodies with King part 1

Part one (here) - Part 2 (WIP)

King: *sorting through the loot of the crew's latest expedition, when he finds a stone locked treasure chest that he can't get open.* (y/n)! I need a lock picked!

You: *hops up from your desk and starts to open the lock with your picks.*

When you open it you pull out a strange gold statue with two individuals back to back, locking arms at the elbow holding their palms together. The statues had jewels in the eyes and intricately carved hearts that are the color of the eyes of the opposite individual.

King: oh, that'll fetch a high price, may I see? *Takes the statue when you hand it to him*

You: *the moment King lifts the statue out of your hands you start to feel dizzy*

King: *watches you feint and crumple onto the ground* hey are you ok~ *leans over to get a better look, before the reeling back as he gets hit be a wave of vertigo, falling over and feinting himself.*

Five hours later

You: *is pulled back into consciousness by a scream, and looks around* what happened? *Looks around to see a smaller version of yourself next to you*

King: *starting to have a panic attack* what the fuck happened?

You: I have no idea *sits up and realizes that you have switched bodies with one another* I think it has something to do with the statue. *Reaches out to grab it*

King: *yells* Stop touching the damn thing! We need to put it back in the box.

After a long overly complex method of putting the statue in the box without either of you touching it directly

You: *annoyed by how tight King's suit is* can I please take off this jacket?

King: *still very agitated* Absolutely not, you will be staying in those clothes until we can switch back. End. Of. Story.

You: And how do we do that?

King: I don't know.

You: well what do we know about the statue?

King: fuck all

You: then we need to figure that out, because it's pretty much the only explanation for this. *Gesturing to the both of you,* so I suggest we inform Kaido, and then we hit the library.

Hours later in the library

You: any luck?

King: no *you can hear that he's about to lose it and see him starting to shake*

You: hey hey, it's going to be okay sweetheart *pulls him against your shoulder and rubs his back*

King: *goes limp in your arms and grumbles* what the fuck is wrong with this body?

You: *coos* that body does not handle anxiety or stress well. Just breathe darling, and know you're not alone in this. We'll get through this together.

King: yeah, let's keep looking.

You: No, it's three in the morning, let's swing by my room to get some stuff, and then head to your room.

King: *suddenly very defensive* why mine?

You: really? My room is not big enough to fit your body, and I assumed you wouldn't want me in your room alone. I also figured your room would be more secure, and have its own bathroom.

King: *agrees with your logic* Fine.

At the crew's dorms

You: *waiting in the hall while King packs some stuff for an indefinite stay at his place*

King: *grumbling and shoving shit into a ruck sack*

Neighbor lady: where are you going?

King: *does his best to mimic you* To have a sleepover at King's.

Neighbor lady: oh ho ho, never thought you'd snag that one. Tina over in unit 3 is going to be so jealous, she's been trying to bag that ass for ages. But if it's just a 'sleepover' why are you bringing so many clothes?

King: *figured that she did* I don't know how long I'll be gone.

Neighbor lady: oh, in that case make sure to bring these, in case you get bored *grins at you and pulls a box out from under your bed and shoves it in to the ruck sack* remember to use condoms and like a barrel of lube

King: *flustered* why would I need lube and condoms?

Neighbor: because King probably has a gigantic cock, and I don't think he'll be gentle. Of late he's been wound rather tightly, and probably intends to use you for relief. Have fun. *Closes the door behind her*

King: *shrieks* it's not that kind of sleepover, it's for work!

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#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #king the wildfire #one piece king #king the conflagration #king the conflagration x reader #king the wildfire x reader #from the depths of the dragon's hoard #tma original #7/1/22 #no beta we die like men

[lunarifie]

Hollow Fantasy AU part 3:

part 2 / part 4

Days pass as the group grows closer as friends. Eventually, Vanessa flies as Skeet speeds forward, both of them rejoining the group and exclaiming that there was a village not far off. Everyone cheers, picking up pace and reaching the village in no time. When they near the village Mira nudges Adam. “Do you think he’s going to be here?” Adam involuntarily perks up at that before immediately frowning and shaking his head, ignoring her. Vanessa raises an eyebrow at that and Skeet sighs. They enter the mundane village and rent a room in an inn. The sky darkens as they prepare for bed. Adam mentions that he’ll be staying up to look at the map and try to figure out where exactly they are after learning the name of the village. Mira scolds him while Skeet and Reeve object. Adam insists. That is until Reeve knocks him out with a sleeping spell, explaining to the others that it only works on people who are thoroughly exhausted. Everyone else continues to get ready for bed, Vanessa breaking the silence. “What were you talking about before? That someone might be here?” The group grows quiet, only for Mira to pipe up and talk about their old red-head friend who’d runaway under mysterious circumstances. She explains that they were all pretty close and shares stories of Kai from the few days he stayed with them, Reeve and Skeet interjecting with their own stories as well. Mira finishes by saying they all hope that they’ll find him on their journey. “If I’m being completely honest, deep down I think Adam might care about finding Kai more than the Ishibo. But he’d never admit that. He was always trained and told- as a guard! That he would find the ishibo, so he knows thats more important.” Vanessa agrees, stating it was best to focus on the goal at hand.

They wake up the next morning to loud scratchy exclamations outside the inn. They get up, preparing their stuff and walking outside. Once they leave the inn they’re met with a huge crowd surrounding what appears to be two monks standing on the townsquares wooden stage. They shout out to the crowd in their monk robes, waving a flier around, “come everyone come! And hear of the great warrior… AKUMA!!!” The monks roar the name, exclaiming that Akuma is the mightiest warrior in the land, with his glowing weapon that could poison thousands. Adam perks up at those words, straining his ears to listen. “We’re looking for your strongest fighters! Whoever can enter Akumas arena and beat the ghastly beast will be rewarded handsomely!” Adam straightens, maneuvering through the crowd until he was right beneath the monks. “Is the beast a dragon?” He asks. The Monks share a weird glance, “why yes, lucky guess!” Adams hopes skyrocket. “Is the reward the ishibo?” One of the monks look bewildered, “what? No. Its just money…” they answer. Adam frowns at that, face furrowing. “Adam what are you doing?!?!” Adams friends join him in the middle of the crowd, sharing looks of incredulity. “Id like to join the arena!” Adam proclaims. The crowd grows silent. “Excellent!” The monks cry, handing Adam a map, “this’ll direct you to the location! Good luck! You’ll need it!” The monks leave, the crowd dispersing, eyeing Adam while whispering to one another. Adam unfolds the map as his friends surround him to look over his shoulder. The map showcases that the arena wasn’t far from where they are, probably just a day or two, or a few hours on horseback if they’re able to afford a ride. Fortunately, a horse is not needed. The word of a new-maybe-champion spreads, a carriage soon presented to the group to escort them to the arena. Adam stops his friends, explaining to then that this was his prophecy, his legacy, and that they shouldn’t have to come. That they could stay safe inside the village. They all ignore him, and his meaningful speech, hopping into the carriage. Adam sighs in exasperation, climbing inside as well.

They travel through foresty terrain until they reach a clearing, bringing them to dry Akki Mountains. It was a medium sized town with rocky roads and red houses. The carriage bumped uncomfortable, clay monks of all sizes staring as they pass, some grin from the sidewalk, other laugh from their houses. It sends the group an uneasy chill down their spines. Finally they reach the center of the town. The friend group looks around, Skeet asking the carriage driver where the arena was. The driver points up and they all tilt their heads, finally spotting long chains holding a gigantic floating rock in the sky. The carriage driver dumps them out in a hurry, speeding off and out of the creepy town. The friend group glance around to see multiple clay monks staring at them and decide to begin their climb. Skeet and Vanessa take turns carrying people to the top. Once they reach the peak, they stand on smooth dirt flooring, staring ahead and spotting the fighting arena. The arena is humongous, stadium walls reaching the sky. The stadium is the first thing they notice, the second thing being a red tannish temple right in front of it. They walk towards it, a looming dark archway that leads inside the temple beckoning them. They all enter the temple, realizing it was in fact a monastery. They eye what they assume is Akuma, sitting upon a throne with monks by his side. “Which one of you volunteered to battle the beast?” He asks. Adam walks forward, apart from the group, “me.” Akuma grins, “very well then, I hope you’re ready, most people aren’t. Now, for the fact that you’ve gotten this far and havent let cowardice drive you away,—” “I have no interest in your reward.” Adam interrupts. The monks tilt their spears towards Adam, glaring. Akuma puts up a hand. “No reward?” He questions. “I didn’t say that,” Adam answers “I said I have no interest in your reward.” Akuma hums, “what do you have in mind?” Adam points to the staff in Akumas hand. “the ishibo.” The monks are on guard. Akuma blinks at him for a second before laughing. “I agree to your terms.” He swings the staff around in his hand, obviously disbelieving that Adam will even escape the battle alive. “You may enter the armory and pick a weapon,” a secret entryway from underneath Akumas throne opens. “From there you will enter the arena and make your way towards your death.” He gestured towards the rest of the group, “your companions will be escorted to the stadium,” he moved his hand to the entry way, “good luck.”

#the hollow #the hollow netflix #the hollow cartoon #the hollow fantasy au #the hollow kaidam #kai the hollow #the hollow kai #adam the hollow #the hollow adam #the hollow mira #the hollow vanessa #the hollow reeve #the hollow skeet

[cheeze-and-sprinklez]

I wonder if season 2 would actually bring us back to the psych ward mind plane where Marc and Steven once again reunited, but they realized that another alter's mind is slowly bleeding into them. Hence they realized that they're LOCKED away by whoever alter that is fronting right now way deep in the mind plane.

Marc would wake up in his ward-like room, strapped both arms and legs on the bed. With creative attempts, he managed to set himself free. Also thanks to Steven wailing somewhere nearby that arouse a sense of urgency in him. Probably in similar predicament but not too lucky when trying to get his own restraints off himself.

Marc tries to get out from room but unfortunately locked from the outside. He could only see whatever is outside the hallway through the slightly translucent glass window of the door. Then he heard something loud echoing just couple of rooms next to him. A door had been kicked (or headbutted open).

"M-Marc!!! Marc!!! Are we dead again?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The voice is loud and clear, definitely Steven's and he sounded like he is running out of breath while struggling with something. A shadow begins to creep closer to his room reflected onto the walls.

He saw Steven-

Hopping like hell, wrapped like a tortilla with a thick hospital linen.

"Steven! I'm right here!!! JUST STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Marc's booming voice from inside his room stopped Steven at his place. He turned around and saw Marc inside the room, also looking disheveled. He is about to hop closer to the door before he falls back down. Wriggling hopelessly and screamed in frustration.

"WHOEVER- WHOEVER DID THIS- CAN'T YOU TIE ME UP PROPERLY?! IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU?! I SWEAR I OUGHTA FIND WHOEVER---"

While Steven tantrums on the floor just outside his room... Marc realized whoever locked them up and with how things are right now, it's on purpose. Him still locked in his room BUT Steven's room is NOT locked, hence he could just headbutt himself out from there.

But still in a pinch regardless.

This is a sick joke if he has to let Steven roam free in this psych ward without him by his side. Something must be lurking in here and they both are not quiet free respectively. Him trapped in the room and Steven literally can't do shit with the hospital linen wrapping him so tightly that way.

"Hang on! I'll- I'll try and find a way out alright? Just gotta-" Marc keeps on pushing the door over and over using his body since the knob isn't working at all.

"M-Marc..." Steven stuttered. He stopped wriggling and his gaze fixed at something. Something at the end of the linoleum hallway. Marc sadly, can't see whatever Steven saw since he is only facing Steven at that time from inside the room.

Marc's blood runs cold. Oh no... Oh god...

He continue to bang on the door, using more force with his body to push it open. Not barging, no signs of it opening. Infact, it feels like the door just gets shut even tighter.

Steven wriggles more and more, trying to stay away from whatever's approaching him as 'he' slowly stops infront of him. Marc only saw a pair of charcoal hospital shoes facing Steven's face while he is now facing the person upside down. Those wrigglings he did before puts him in an even more complicated position!

"It's pass bedtime hours, no?~ Would you like to join me getting into trouble tonight too, Mi amigo?"

'He' looks like as if Marc spends lots of time making sure 'his' hair looks superiorly neat. Steven has no idea if he should be happy for 'his' overall hygiene but 'he' smells like 'he' has been dousing himself in a perfumed body wash or shampoo for hours to the point that the Orderlies have to drag 'him' out from the shower area before 'his' skin gets all crinkly for being under the shower for too long.

'He' is wearing a similar looking shirt like Steven, only a bit darker in colour. 'His' pant has elastic cuffs around the ankle area and produces some scratching sound between the fabrics. Like a sport tracksuit.

On 'his' right hand, 'he' is gripping two kinds of coloured permanent markers. Red and Blue. 'He' turned to Marc and then to Steven. 'His' pupils are big and wild-looking eventhough 'he' is in a calm state. A hint of mischievous glint on his eyes packaged with a cheeky lopsided smile.

Marc starts to kick and scream at the door when he saw 'him' picked up the bundled Steven with ease. He can't make out whatever Steven said between his own screaming because he too, is panicking out of his mind as well.

It looks like someone gets 'himself' an adorable playmate where he could vandalize the common room of the psych ward together in the dead of the night~

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marvel

[charlesandmiranda]

Last days in Tokyo: 2/12

Waking up in Kawasaki after dinner with our friend, the imminent ending of our trip was really starting to weigh on us. It felt like we'd been there for quite a while, but at the same time, each day was so jam-packed and blew by so quickly, it seemed unreal that we would nearly be through with our visit.

First and foremost, we spent the morning before checking out of our hotel totally reorganizing our luggage -- we had several other bags stuck inside our main two pieces of luggage, and we filled them with stuff we'd bought along the way -- again, mostly additional winter clothes for ourselves, but also souvenirs (both for us and others), as well as incidentals we'd picked up along the way. We took our two main bags and filled them with only the bare minimum amount of clothing we'd need for the rest of our trip (pair of jeans, couple of t-shirts and sweaters, socks and underwear, etc) and filled everything else into one of these bags. We left plenty of room in the luggage we WERE keeping with us because Charles planned to buy some guitars before we went home. When all our ducks were in a row, we took this very full duffle bag on wheels to the nearest office of a luggage transfer service. After filling out some paperwork, they took our bag and sent it ahead of us to the airport, where it would be waiting for us upon departure!

Next we snagged breakfast, and my sweet tooth was kicking in HARD. We started off at another MisDo, and then moved on to Hoshino Coffee, a cafe chain. The inside of the one we went to was incredibly fancy. It definitely has more of a sit-down restaurant feel than a Starbucks does, but with a clear focus on their coffee blends.

Charles had a beef curry omurice, and I had a vanilla soufflé with chocolate sauce.

Then it was time to hop on the train back to Shinjuku, our home base in Tokyo. We initially wanted to possibly spend another night, if not the remainder of our nights, in the Manga Art Hotel from earlier, but they had booked up on one of those two nights, and I was pretty adamant about wanting to spend our last nights staying on one place, so we found an apartment to rent for the final two nights. It was in Kabukicho, sandwiched between nightclubs and love hotels, only a short walk from the Hotel Gracery where our trip began, so it all kind of came full circle!

Back in Tokyo and killing time til we could check in to the apartment, we visited the Godzilla store again, to pick up a few things we'd seen at the beginning of our trip, but didn't want to have to carry for two weeks. I personally was EXTREMELY TEMPTED by a bunch of merch they had that crossed over Godzilla with Hamtaro (?!) which was a cartoon I liked a lot as a preteen and teenager. I also sunk SO many hours into a Hamtaro game boy game, you would not believe.....in the end, I decided to get this clear file (basically a thin clear folder) and a couple of buttons, although there was an embroidered tee I seriously flip flopped over whether or not to get for a loooong time.

In that same shopping center that had the Godzilla store, we checked out the Surugaya (a chain of used anime and pop culture goods) on the 5th floor again, and found a few more treasures that were cool to see -- especially an uncommon action figure of Sadako from The Ring, and the Japanese versions of some movies -- Martyrs, which is one of the favorite movies of my friend Kim, and Frankenhooker, one of *my* favorite movies. It was so funny to see them next to each other like that! It's interesting to see that physical media is so popular there, and that these DVDs were around $250 and $100.

In about the time it took us to finish up looking at things, it was time for us to get into the apartment. We unloaded our luggage and took a break (by which I mean, I was exhausted and needed a nap). For dinner, Charles wanted to go to this "Hell Ramen" restaurant that is well known for having especially spicy ramen! I personally did not need something that spicy, and given Charles' gastrointestinal proclivities, I was absolutely not about to let him have something that spicy....but going to visit it and having one of the milder dishes sounded fun!

We walked through Koreatown to get to it, which was very cool and colorful, but...when we got to the Hell Ramen shop it was closed. It was slightly discouraging but we passed no lack of delicious looking places getting there so we decided to try a yakitoridon place -- sadly I neglected to take a pic of the outside (by this time I think I was so wrapped up in trying to enjoy every last bit of the time we had left, I was.....not so good about taking pictures). However, I did have this delicious yakitoridon (chicken and I believe garlic? over rice in a bowl!) Also pictured: charles had some fried cheese, and fried tofu topped with natto)

We also decided to stop in at an incredibly inconspicuous bar with an easy to miss sign that caught Charles's eye:

The bar was entirely about tokusatsu, giant monster and masked hero series like Godzilla, Ultraman, and Kamen Rider (we may have mentioned this concept in an earlier post!). The owner had built many of the props himself and had a giant collection of toys and statues. It was sort of like a host bar, where you pay inflated prices to talk to hosts that entertain you and make conversation, but the conversation was all about giant monsters and the prices were very cheap. I ordered the employee choice drink and they asked who my favorite good guy from a tokusatsu series was. I said Jet Jaguar, the giant robot from Showa era Godzilla, and they made a Jet Jaguar colored drink. It was a fun place and very easy to miss from outside.

We were very close to Golden Gai, there tiny bar area where we like to stop in. 250 or so bars are squeezed into about two blocks of narrow streets. The bar we like best was closed, so we stopped in at another rock bar and ended up making friends with some locals. The guy in the photo is an anime quality control person, checking the animation and comparing it to the character models to make sure it doesn't look incorrect.

Before we went back for the night, we saw a bar that previously was for locals only, now with a sign that said tourists welcome. It's memorable because it's called Bar Troll. We stopped in for a bit, the bartender was out of his mind drunk and talked to us almost entirely using a stuffed animal. We spoke with some other Americans while we were there. Odd little place.

After that, it was definitely time to call it a night! Our journey is almost at an end, I hope you'll keep coming back til then!

[tetrisfinished]

CUBA 2023

okay so here we go! cuba 2023 trip recorded here so i don't forget! (or rather, when i do forget, i can come back here and recall :p)

JAN 11TH, 2023 - arrived at the airport at 3:30 am for our 6:15 am flight only to find out it had been pushed an hour. esa didn't sleep since leaving the house until bedtime that night and let me tell ya....sleepy toddlers are even LESS fun than fully well rested toddlers! when we arrived it was around 2:30 pm and check in was actually at 4 pm. but we requested an earlier check in and luckily were able to get a room right away! we had dinner - our first experience with the food. and then basically crashed in bed. i actually ended up going outside and catching a nighttime pool show which was super cool!

JAN 12TH, 2023 - my 32nd birthday! we spent the daytime at the beach! and in the eveninga after we showered and got dressed in non swim clothes, we took a ride on the hop on hop off bus that goes through varadero city. we hopped on but didn't really hop off - that was the extent of our outing - just to see what it was we might be experiencing. it was a nice sunny day and of course we went to the top level and had the wind in our hair. it was perfect. at night we went to the buffet where esa found a cat and fell in love with it. also that was the blessed day that yasir purchased a wicker cuban fedora from a local vendor at the beach. lol after dinner we went to go watch a show in the resort theatre area. prior to the beginning of the show, there was a clown/kids entertainer on stage. and of course esa found his opportunity and ran on stage to start uninvited dancing alongside him l o l. that was probably the highlight of my night. but we couldn't stay for long because esa was super tired and fussy when we forced him off stage so we went back to the room and called it a night around 9:30-ish.

JAN 13TH, 2023 - we took a tour in a classic american car with a company called authentic cuban tours to havana! we drove over bacunayagua bridge and saw a glimpse of the gorgeous yumuri valley. we went to old havana and new havana and saw the forts and the statue of jesus christ. we had lunch at a seafood restaurant that was so cool - it was the back of a really homely looking building (because we later found out it was actually a row of just people's homes!). it was such a gorgeous day that ended (as we were on our way back) with a cuban rain that brought about some chilly weather and wild atlantic waves for the next couple of days. when we got back to the resort, we had showers and then dinner. and then basically crashed in bed.

JAN 14TH, 2023 - this was a suuuuuper chill day! we didn't honestly do much and in the middle of the day (right after lunch) we went back to our room and took a roughly 3 hour long nap! earlier in the day, we went to the beach only to just come right back. the beach was empty (ie no one in the water) and the waves were nuts - courtesy of the previous day's storm. that night we had our first of 3 reservations at one of the in-resort restaurants. it was called la romantico - the gourmand restaurant. which was basically "continental" food. i enjoyed it! but by now i had also really started to enjoy the buffets since i figured out what i liked and what i didn't and i stuck to those specific items.

JAN 15TH, 2023 - in the morning we decided we would go back on the hop on hop off to varadero. except this time actually hop off lol so we got to the bus stop and realized the line was super long and nuts and since we had a stroller with us - we decided to wait for the next bus that came along. as it happens, another couple decided the same and when we were waiting we started talking. the other couple suggested we split a cab and when we split it ended up costing the exact same as the bus so we decided to do it! it was super convenient. when we got to varadero, we were dropped off at a scenic viewpoint and then we sort of walked around - saw the varadero street market and that was unfortunately all we could really get done. esa was going nuts running around on the sidewalks and occasionally on the roads so we called it and went back to the resort. as we were walking along trying to find the bus stop, the same cab driver who dropped us there found us and we ended up just going back to the resort with him. shukar alhumdulillah for the ways that Allah can make things work out for you. when we got back to the resort, again we showered and then i put esa down for a little nap. while he and yasir were napping, i went outside and sat by the beach and read my book under the sun. it was gorgeous and peaceful and courtesy of the cold-ish front from the storm a couple days ago it was still very quiet and calm (crowd-wise anyway lol). that night we had our reservation at the japanese restaurant and so we went to dinner and it was tepenyaki. it was really good food and i thoroughly enjoyed it! afterwards we went to the lobby where there was live music happening and esa had the time of his life dancing along. it was adorable.

JAN 16TH, 2023 - on this day we booked our tour of the caribbean. we took a 2.5 hour bus ride with other folks and a tour guide down to the south of the province matanzas and first went to the open air crocodile sanctuary. yepp, you read that right. we saw live crocodies from baby to adulthood stage and my goodness these animals are TERRIFYING. while we were there someone even tried feeding them. like goodness, i think my heart leapt into my mouth as i saw a crocodile leap up to catch the piece of meat. anyway, after that we got back on the bus and headed to a place called point perdiz (point paradise...that name could not be more justified!). we got to this park area where there was a beach and we went into caribbean (gulf of mexico) water (NOT the atlantic as was what we had experienced at the resort). and my goodness that water and the temperature were PERFECT. we got some snorkeling equipment but didn't actually end up snorkeling. but the water was sooooo clear and absolutely gorgeous that we could SEE the fish inside. i was too scared to go to far even though the depth of the water wasn't huge, but i wish i had. it was such a pleasurable swim. that was also the day yasir got one of his signature headaches and that's just a fun experience for us all. the ratio of 2 adults to 1 toddler becomes 1 adult to 2 toddlers and it is ZERO FUN for the 1 adult. anyway over there we had lunch, it was also delicious. then we got back in the bus and headed back to the crocodile sanctuary where we waited for our boat to take us to the island guamo. the island used to be a resort however after a couple major storms hit and broke it apart, it ended up becoming more of a tourist destination as a museum to show the history of the native people of cuba. the natives (whose name i am now going to butcher) called the teines. i'm not even going to google this because i'm pretty sure i'm so wrong in my recollection that google won't even recognize what i'm looking for. after the tour of that island, we went back on the bus and came back to the hotel. we of course took our showers and went to dinner and then came back and crashed in our room.

JAN 17TH, 2023 - this was our last day of sorts because our flight back home was the next morning early in the morning and so we would have no time actually on the resort itself to chill. so in the morning after breakfast we went down to the beach and decided to do the small little resort catamaran trip. it. was. perfect. i went into the water, esa went into the water. they bring bread and then throw it in the water and SO MANY fish crowd around! it was such a fun morning i THOROUGHLY enjoyed myself. afterwards we went back to the room and of course showered and got ready. and then we had our last reservation for the trip - again at the japanese restaurant and again the food was great! came back to the room and packed up as much as i could except the last few things i would still be using the following day and then went to bed.

JAN 18TH, 2023 - sunwing once again crapped on us and delayed our flight by an hour. but we still caught the bus at the regular time to go to the airport. we checked in our bags and had some overpriced breakfast at the airport. then we chilled for a little while and got in to the flight. the flight was fine up until the end when this one couple sitting in front of us TOTALLY killed our buzz. but i truly and honestly do not want to discuss that right now. so i'm going to end my cuba post here.

maybe tomorrow i'll come back and tell you the story of the assholes on the airplane. but for now i want to end on such a good note. cuba is not a country of abundance. their regime is strict and is not fair to their citizens and the fact that we as outsiders can go and enjoy the country and the food and the sights and the experiences - there really isn't much i can say that's as all encompassing as the words Shukar Alhumdulillah. Shukar Alhumdulillah that we have been given this privilege - we do not know why and we are certainly not deserving but we give thanks always and regardless because while there are so many with more, there are even more with less and we always always should be grateful.

that's all i want to say for now. it was a wonderful trip! coming back to the cold - i definitely want to go back. but overall, such a wonderful week and i especially appreciated past komal because while we returned back home on a wednesday, i had the foresight when i was booking my vacation time to book off thursday and friday also. and that was a good thing.

i have finally understood the value in taking the vacation from the vacation lol got a shit ton of laundry done these past few days!

now i'm energized and ready(ish) to go back to work tomorrow! and that's all for now!

goodnight lovely tumblr-verse.

-k