The World Is Gonna Be A Tough Place For You If You Let Your Sexuality Control Your Personality.

Sorrowful Secrets

Hange x Reader angst

Y/n sighs as they pack their clothes in a suitcase with tears in their eyes. They had a mission to fulfill, it was for their own good. Right? They hurry knowing Hange should be home soon. ‘I can’t let them see me.’ They thought, their boss told them to come in secret. No one even Hange could see them. 

 They wipe their eyes as they grab resources. As they finish up they hear their bedroom door crack. “Hello my love!” Hange hugs them with a smile as they smile gently at them. “Why are you dressed it like 1 am?” They say tilting their head as they adjust their glasses.

“I have some business to attend to.” They say as they walk out of Hange’s arms. “O-oh well what are you doing.” They ask nervously as their anxiety starts to hit. “I can’t say.” They wipe their eyes as they try not to break down in tears. “Why not, I’m your partner we’re supposed to tell each other everything.” They sigh they begin to walk as Hange grabs the back of their collar. 

“Hange let go your making this harder than it needs to be.” They wrap their arms around y/n’s arm as tears fall out of their eyes. “I-I’m not letting you go! Not again..” they cry into them as they beg them not to go. “Hange, please let go I need to go now-“ “just tell me where your going!!!” Y/n knew for a fact they thought they may have been cheating. 

They throw Hange off of them to the ground. As they look down shocked at their own outburst. Hange starts crying out as they grab their hair. “M’ sorry I don’t know what I did wrong! I can fix myself I’ll change for you!” They yell trying to make them stay. 

“Your perfect the way you are Hange. I need to go I’ll be back.” They kiss their forehead leaving them to cry in their shared room. “I love you y/n…” they lay on the floor crying.

Chris redfield x male reader who’s a rock singer pls

Uh yeah, I’m just shocked I got an ask about a fic or sum it’s been awhile- 😭 

Chris was never one for get togethers. Maybe when he was younger but not now. He was a busy man he never had anytime for crap like that. But Claire insisted (like always) that he needed to get out of the house for once. 

She knew he was a bit weird in crowds but she had a concert she wanted to go to and she wanted someone else to go to. This was the perfect opportunity, they could leave at anytime because of the way the dome was built. Plus she’s been before and it’s always been fun. 

Claire was sitting in her living room watching tv when Chris comes out in green cargo pants and a black short sleeved t-shirt. “Let’s get this over with.” She rolls her eyes as she turns the tv off grabbing her keys. 

They arrive at the concert as she hands the tickets to the bouncer. They both walk in as Chris looks around enamored. Flashing lights bright and fast but not enough to be annoying or migraine inducing. Claire smiles as he continues following her. 

They stop when they reach a spot. Claire hands him a drink as he takes a sip. “Alright the concerts starting soon come on.” He downs his whiskey following behind. They walk through the crowds of pumped up sweaty people. 

They stop at a point as they look up to the stage. 

After a bit of waiting a voice comes on a really sexy one. Chris inhales as he listens to the excited voice. After a few seconds of talking and other things people begin to come out. Probably other band members. They’re cool but don’t catch his eye. Then the main singer comes out. 

He had jeans, black boots and a white undershirt on with a bunch of dog tags. It was simple but fit a rock band perfectly to be fair.

“He’s so fucking cool!” Claire shouts at Chris as he stands their mouth agape and in awe. Claire looks at him curiously as he finally managed to speak. “H-he’s so hot…” She laughs at his comment as the music begins to turn on. “He’s signing autographs after the concert go get one!!!” She shouts over the loud crowd. He smiles as he begins to bop his head to the music.

The concert was incredible. He’s never ever really done something like that but he enjoyed every second. Everyone claps at the performance, screams, whistles everything.

 “Alright I’ll be at the bar go shoot your shot.” He nods focused on getting to the angel he laid his eyes on. 

As he was walking along the path a bunch of people managed to move him in the opposite direction. He couldn’t fight through it so he gave up sighing as he gets swept somewhere else. He wobbles a bit as everyone moves to other places. 

He looks around, backstage? He begins to turn around but manages to bump into someone. He falls backwards as he begins to look up. “Oh shit you alright?” It was the lead singer! Holy shit! Holy shit! “Oh my god, I’m a recent fan, my sister introduced me to you tonight and uh your concert was awesome!” Chris smiles at the man as he smiles back. 

“It’s to meet a fan, a new and old one especially.” Chris practically shakes with excitement. “Can I have your autograph?” He asks curiously. The man laughs. “Of course I’ll do your name to since your new Mr?” He tilts his head. “Oh uh Chris Redfield.” 

The man stops for a moment. “Woah are you THE Chris Redfield?” He asks smiling. Chris nods rubbing the back of his head. “Chris Redfield is a fan of mine holy shit-“ the man laughs as he nods. “Yeah of course you can have anything man thanks for your service!” Chris smiles happily as he hands the man a piece of blank paper and one with his number to.

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Sub!Trans!Micheal Myers x dom! Male! Reader 

Some gender dysphoria comfort for our sweet doll Micheal. Just some soft to rough fucking and fluff.

Cw: Dysphoria, body worship, Praise, vaginal fingering, cunnlingus, nipple play, penetration, Creampies, belly bulge, abuse mentions and comfort

Micheal had bad days like all of us even if he didn’t really have emotions. The sanatorium especially didn’t help his body issues. He asked the nurses for top surgery one time to which they didn’t mind but loomis refused anything else. As he grew up his pecs started to get bigger causing him more dysphoria. He also never got bottom surgery which also didn’t make him feel like a real man.

Micheal was having one of those more dysphoric days. He was looking at his chest running his finger under his crescent scars. He was annoyed at how he looks no matter how much he tried, he hated himself. 

“Baby boy?” A voice calls out from behind him. “Are you alright sweetie?” You ask grabbing his face in your hand as you rub his soft, pink lips. He leans into your stomach as you sigh and rub his beautiful hair. He lets out a groan of a certain tone telling you he’s a bit insecure at the moment. “Aw, what’s wrong precious?” He sighs pointing to his scars as you look confused for a moment then the realization hits. “Dysphoria acting up for ya?“ you ask as he shakes his head. You kneel next to him snaking your hands under his arms to his chest. 

You put your head in his nape as you rub the scars. “Sweetheart, you know that the fact that your chest is a bit bigger than most men doesn’t make you less of one.” You state your words being muffled by Michaels neck. He grunts in response, you laugh slightly. Your hands around his chest start to squeeze in there path. He looks at you with his usual stoic demeanor but with a pink blush on his cheeks. “You are the most masculine man I have ever met, I don’t think I’ve met someone as handsome as you prince.” You say biting down on his neck still needing his boobs. 

You start twisting his nipples making his back arch a bit as soft pants ring out through your shared room. He was so fucking adorable like this. You could tell he was getting needier and needier by the second with the way his thighs rubbed together.  

After around 10 minutes of your torture on his nipples there was a big wet spot on his pants as he humps his chair aching for release. “Aw is your pussy that desperate for me?” He groans loudly as you snake your hand down to his waistband of his pants. “You’ve taken the abuse well pretty boy.”

You smile as you pull him onto the bed propping his head up on the pillows. He looks at you with blush all over his cheeks as his blue eyes dart away embarrassed. You crawl onto him kissing him deeply. “Such a good boy for me aren’t you.” You say rubbing his inner thighs. He looks at you as you pull away, drool leaking down his lips. 

You crawl down to his stomach slowly pulling his pants down. You could see his pussy clenching around nothing through his underwear. So needy for you. “God your so perfect Mikey.” You say no lie in your voice whatsoever. You finally pull his underwear down the cold air of the room hitting him. 

His pussys dripping so much. You circle your finger around his thick lips. So meaty and thick. You take your finger and spread it open. He always makes you drool. You open your mouth latching yourself to his sweet pussy. He always comes fast from any stimulation not really being left alone in the sanatorium. His quiet moans filling the room with your lewd slurping. You bring your fingers up to his hole pushing them in as you take your face off his clit. 

“The fact that you have a pussy or bigger tits doesn’t make you any less of a man, doll.” You say hitting his g spot each word. His back arches as his mouth fall opens. His back arches and his pussy starts pulsing letting you know he’s right at the edge. You continue your abuse on his clit and hole. “C-cumming.” He whispers out as he squirts all over your face. 

You laugh softly at the mess of a man infront of you. His tongue out like a dog. You gently lift his legs up not wanting to hurt him. “Fuck baby look how hard you got me.” You say giving strokes to your cock. His mouth waters as much as his pussy does as he looks at your fat dick. You start rubbing your cock against his wetness lubing yourself up so it doesn’t hurt for him or you.

You look at Micheal with his legs wide open over your shoulders. You finally rub your tip across his slit pushing in as he groans. “Always so fucking tight…” it was always like a snake wrapping tightly around your dick. “Sweet boy.” You start slowly pumping into him. “S- speed the fuck u-up…” he groans out softly as his raspy voice fill your ears. 

You laugh a bit at his greedinesses grabbing his hips fucking him faster. “Oh yes baby~” you moan out as you look down at his fucked out face. You start pounding even faster hitting his g spot roughly as you bring your fingers down lifting to hood of his clit. You start rubbing it and pounding even faster. 

His back starts arching as he thrashes around. You grab his hips as his pussy vigorously pulses around you. “Cumming baby.” You moan out shooting your thick load far inside of him. He looks down at his pussy seeing that somehow your dick was still hard. He sighs pushing into your dick telling you to keep going. 

“Are you sure baby?” You ask. He nods as you start thrusting even harder. His loud pants ringing in your ears making you want to pound into him even more. He starts telling you to go as fast as you can wanting you to chase your own pleasure. “Close baby close.” You moan out giving more rubs to his clit as he moans. 

You start thrusting into him the sound of skin slapping vigorously. You can tell he’s close too the way his pussys erratically throbbing and him covering his face with a pillow. “Cumming prince.” You say as you grab his hips making sure he doesn’t move. You look down at your dick seeing a white circle around your base.  You and mike were panting heavily him more than you but none the less. 

Micheal looks at his stomach and sees a buldge in his stomach. You then realize it too. You pull out and look down with eyes wide. Fuck, you came a lot. “Sorry sweets.” You say laughing as Micheal groans annoyed at the hot sticky cum in his stomach and hole. 

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RE Boys Coming Home to a Sleeping S/O

This has been a dead ass account, with the last post being literal months old now and about a whole different fandom. I recently got into Resident Evil (Thanks DBD for adding my new husband Wesker) and while my ass is struggling to understand the lore outside the basics, I’m trying and I’m also gonna write these characters anyways. Are they going to be OOC? Probably. But take some of the RE boys coming home to a sleeping S/O.

if there's a guy you want not in here, it's likely because I know so little of him. I'm still getting into the series (I'm only up to RE5 as of now).

GN!Reader, Fluff, Not at all edited, Likely OOC portrayals

Characters: Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

ALBERT WESKER

It’s a common sight for Wesker to come home to you sleeping, considering he works late almost if not all nights. Hell, he’s surprised whenever you’re not sleeping by the time he returns home. 

If you’ve fallen asleep on the couch - either from watching TV or maybe even waiting for him to come home -, in the beginning of the relationship, he may just leave a blanket on you so you’re not cold, but further into the relationship, he’ll carry you back to the bedroom.

He’s not one for cuddling either, but he will occasionally spoon you. It won’t start out like that, however, it’s more of a subconscious thing he does while asleep next to you. He may fall asleep next to you, arms at his side (he goes to bed face up, the arms at the side makes him look like a robot), but you’ll wake up with one arm loosely hanging around your waist and his warmth comforting you from behind - if you wake up before him.

CHRIS REDFIELD

Another man who usually works late. Little too attached to his job, it may as well be his second partner - right after you, of course. 

He usually comes home to you getting ready for bed but sometimes, he’ll come home when you’re already in bed. Though he’d probably never admit it aloud, he does feel a little saddened he can’t chat with you when he comes home, but he’s also a patient and reasonable man, he knows it’d be ridiculous to request you stay up even later just so he can have a brief conversation with you.

He does his best in keeping quiet while getting ready for bed but by the time he adds his weight to the mattress, you’re already turning your head to greet him drowsily. He usually apologises with a quick peck on the lips. Immediately urges you to go back to bed as he shifts into his spot beside you.

He enjoys hugging you tightly more than spooning you, to be honest. He likes embracing you and keeping you close to his chest. But if you manage to sleep through the ruckus of him getting ready for bed, he’ll settle for spooning you.

LEON S. KENNEDY

Really only ever comes home late when out with friends or coming back from a mission. He has a small habit of uttering a tired, “I’m home” to a darkened house whenever you’ve already gone to bed. 

He’s usually exhausted by the time he comes home late and will immediately book it for the bedroom. He’ll crawl into bed and if you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up to Leon clinging to you from behind. He’ll apologise for waking you if you greet him. 

He’s got a deathgrip around your stomach as he nuzzles into your back. If he doesn’t, please spoon him. He adores it.

If he’s not tired, he still lays in bed with you, silently admiring you. Occasionally, he’ll brush a few strands of hair out of your face just to keep cherishing your features with a smile. After a few minutes, it gets him completely knocked out for the rest of the night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

(this mans last name is so impossible for me to type correctly half the time. curse you second "i")

The type to despise coming home late. He’s exhausted, with his work, his limbs are sore, and he doesn’t get to see you. So when he comes home to a dark house, he’s a little defeated. But hey, he gets to see you - you’d be sleeping, but it’s still you. 

He’s surprisingly stealthy in slipping into bed, so much so you get jumpscared awake by his touch. 

And he’s a cuddly bastard, immediately swinging his arms around you and pulling you back into him as he peppers the back of your ear and neck with soft kisses. He usually keeps you up with a small and whispered conversation, just to check in with you before letting you drift back off into a deep slumber. 

He’ll just nuzzle his face into the back of your neck and when his tight grip loosens just a smidge, you’ll know he’s passed out sleeping - if his snores didn’t alert you to that.

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Hi hello I'm a new follower and can I do a request of vance that help male reader with body dystopia because and comfort them

Thanks so much for this request baby and thanks for the follow ❤️

Over Critical Much?

Pronouns aren’t specified! So gn! Reader. Fem please don’t interact! This is for Enby and Masc people. Thanks for your interest though!

You were laying in your bed as you lay on his chest. You were curling one of your fingers in his hair. He knew something was up.

“What’s wrong y/n?” He question bluntly as you look up at him. “Nothing.” You say as you close your eyes gently.

“No secrets l/n.” He says with a annoyed face but not annoyed at you. “My dysphoria has been acting up lately.” You say snuggling into his chest.

He sighs as he rubs your cheek. “Your being over critical.” He says as he gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I know me telling you that your beautiful or handsome won’t give a permanent fix. Just know you’re perfect. We’ll get through this together hun.” 

He kisses your forehead with a big smile as he looks at you softly and you smile back. “Alright now lay back down. It’s bedtime for you.” He says rubbing your cheek. “I love you Vance.” “I love you to y/n.” He closes his eyes as you close yours as he drifts off to sleep.

AWWW THAT LOOK AWESOME MISH ❤️

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Chapter 4: Brain Busters

Chris Redfield x male reader

Summary: As soon as you come back your best friends both fall out a window. Of fucking course. But you do have Chris and a new friend. 🙌

Chris calls everything in talking to them about Jill. You were in the corner with your head down thinking. He walks up to you putting a hand on your shoulder. “They didn’t find her body, she’s probably still alive.” You scoff “I’m gonna be honest with you Redfield, if Jill is alive so is Wesker. We both know that’s not good.” You we’re right like usual. 

He nods as you both hear helicopters and cars pull up. He waits for you when your finally slug yourself up walking with him to the car. 

A week? It’s been about a week. Your sitting at your old desk wandering down memory lane. When all of you were attached to the hip. When you first met Albert. He was cold but kind. You earned his trust and he did the same. You guys always competed against each other yet still held the same amount of value. No matter win or lose. You hear a knock on your door as you perk up fixing your tie. “Come in.” You say spinning in your chair. 

“I’ve got someone new sir.” You look to see woman in her mid 20s. “Hello there, I’m Sheva Alomar.” She shakes your hand with a curt smile as you give one back. “They got reports back on Wesker, we think we know where he is.” You quirk an eyebrow as Chris answers. 

“There’s this one place that’s been on the radar a lot lately. We think Wesker may be there.” You stand up grabbing your suit coat and bag of guns. “Well, come on hustle hustle!” You run pass them as they follow.

You look up to the dusty evening sky as Chris watches you closely. “Something on my face Chris?” You ask with a smile as he shakes his head no. Sheva looks back and forth with a slight smile. He was blank on what to say letting out ‘uhhs and mhmms’. Sheva smiles “So Mr.L/n I hear you quit than came back. What made you do that?”

“Well Jill contacted me telling me some stuff about Wesker and I had to come back. Plus I wanted to see how Chris over here matured.” Chris rolled his eyes with a smile. “Don’t roll your eyes at me Redfield.” You play around a bit teasing Chris. You all laugh. “What about you rookie?” You ask with a look of interest.

“For revenge, he killed people deep to me.” You nod with a sorrowful smile. You begin stretching as you all start getting closer to a lab. “I’m guessing this is it?” You ask as Chris nods. “Alright come on guns out and ready.” You guys ready up your guns, of course more zombies come your way. 

Guts and blood everywhere, part of the job you thought. “Careful we’ve got more coming up!” Chris shouts changing to another gun from your bag. You go beside Chris as you both begin shooting. Chris and Sheva put their guns down. You look behind you aiming the guns at Chris’s head shooting it as he ducks. “Sir?!” You laugh pointing behind you. 

“You’ve still got it captain.” You wink as you all look at the zombie with a gaping hole through its head. To be honest you all were having fun. Cracking jokes killing zombies it was nice. You’ve said this before and you’ll say it again. You’ve missed this. 

“Alright my Brain Busters. Any ideas were Dr. Wesker may be residing?” They laugh a bit at the nickname. Your head almost does a full 360 as you see something out the corner of your eyes. You pause for a moment as Chris looks at you with the same look:

“Guess I’m not crazy?” “Oh you are but I saw that to.” He says walking in-front of you. You all pull your guns back out rushing to where you saw the color of white. You look over to see a woman dressed in white. You grab Chris’s shoulder shushing him as you point.

She had black hair and a white dress on. “Excella.” You state with a eye roll. “Weskers assistant. She would always flirt with me and Wesker.” Sheva nods as you guys watch where she’s going. “Stay quiet. Chances are she’ll lead us to Wesker come on.” 

Chris and Sheva look at each other with a nod as they follow you quietly. You all get led into a lab with documents and syringes. She picks one up taking it with her. You see she took a black syringe. You watch  Chris and Sheva look at all the Documents intently. 

“Interesting.” You mumble seeing another syringe with a white substance. You look around and shove it into your pocket quickly. Chris and Sheva were taking picture of a bunch of documents. “Corrupt fucking people I’ll tell you that much.” Chris grumbles. “Alright come on guys. Let’s do this.” They nod dropping the files and replacing them with there guns.

“Shall we?”

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can I give her head by any chance?

Informational Card for Kaii Lloyd

Name: Kaii Lloyd

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Date of Birth: 2/24/1978

Weight: 175lbs Height: 5'4"

Spouse: Leon Kennedy (Married Sept. 13th, 2009)

Career: Ex-Nurse/Agent

Friends/Family:

Melodi & Adam Lloyd (Mother & Father/ Deceased)

Lizza Lloyd (Grandmother)

Leon Kennedy (Best Friend/Husband/First Love)

Elena Winters/Redfield (Best Friend)

Chris Redfield (Best Friend's Husband)

Nicknames:

Honey-Bunch, Persephone, Wife (Used by Leon)

Kaii-Kaii, Blossom (Used By Elena)

Faceclaim:

Lily Collins (actress in Stuck in Love, Mortal Instruments, etc)

Personality:

She's a very shy person at first but has an outstanding persona, warm and kind with a big heart.. I wouldn't make her pissed off as her personality could change as a emotionless angered woman. Traumatized still from the events of her submarine mission with Leon, Shen-May, and Jason.

Backstory on Kaii Lloyd:

Growing up to live with her mother and father in Aurora, Ohio. Her mother used to make children's books as her father would be working in an office to help get his wife's books published to the world, as she learned to care and cherish each moment even if it were the little things

Kaii lost her parents in 1986 to a hit n run, suspects were later arrested for the murder of her parents a month later. Having to live with her heavily religious Grandmother that she never would've thought had a fake façade in front of her parents, never wanting to go down the route of 'The Holy Spirit" she sent her to a private Catholic school to have her beliefs changed.

Being outcasted in this school filled with religious intent to self destruct someone's brain, Kaii continued her path of Atheism, loving to learn not be forced into it. Punished for her behavioral outbursts, her wrist up her arms were slapped with a wooden ruler until blood spilled on the floor painting it the beautiful crimson red, resighting a passage from the Bible. Leaving light healed scars on her arms like tiger stripes, scarred for 9 years as she faked being religious to make her grandmother happy.

Bullied in this school for being slightly different than the rest, having braces where her one issue she had growing up. Being called "Cage Mouth", "Crooked" , "False Teeth", "Toothless" as she would never smile without showing her teeth ever again.

Once she was at the age of 18, finally released from the school she craved freedom from. She was face to face with her grandmother again as anger filled her heart, tears falling as she screamed at her face the cursed words of hatred. Making the journey back to her birth home to gather what was hers, what belonged to her... Taking the college fund money to help support her during college to get her nursing degree in college.

Gaining her Masters degree in nursing she later started working at Spence's Memorial Hospital in 1998 before the outbreak started later that night....

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Chapter 1: Welcome Back

Chris Redfield X Male Reader

Summary: You get a phone call from an old friend about another old friend to an even older friend.

S.T.A.R.S never gave you the best memories. Death pain and destruction. Though it was awful, you met some of your best friends there.

“Making good out of a bad situation.” was what Chris would say. Now here you lay in your bed trying to nap at 37 years old with almost nothing on your plate. It can drive some people crazy to not have anything to do but certainly not you.

You worked for this, everything.

You always felt pure guilt for the others who didn’t make it this far but you couldn’t reminisce on that. Your therapist taught you that. As you begin to doze off you hear an odd ring. A phone?

Your cell phone doesn’t sound like that though. The phone continues ringing as you get around looking for what could be causing the sound. You bend down as you suddenly hear it get louder. You get on the floor as you look under your bed.

Your eyes go wide as you pull out one of your safes. You pull out one with “S.T.A.R.S” in white bold letters and that’s where the ring was most prominent. You think to yourself trying to remember the code. You made it when you were in you’re 20s of course you didn’t fucking remember.

You groan loudly as it continues ringing over and over when it clicks. You put the code in and it unlocks. You rummage through it pulling out your burner from S.T.A.R.S. You swipe answer as Jill Valentine, one of your best friends smiles at you.

“Really, keeping me waiting?” She asks sarcastically. You laugh “This had all my important messages and info. If anyone found this I’d be shot and so would they.” You rolled your eyes with a smile “Good to see you Captain, oh wait that’s right. Now your.. what a…general- No!-Five star-General!”

You nod at her as she smiles brightly at you. “Anyways what makes you call me 5 years later?” You ask rubbing your eyes. Her smile instantly drops to a blank stare. “It’s about Wesker.” Your smile drops to “A little birdie told us you had some ideas about his “fun” plans.” You somehow knew exactly what she meant. “Let me guess, he’s trying to take over the world huh?”

She laughs as she nods. Though your dark stare doesn’t waver not for a second. “We need you’re help taking him down.” She states seriously. “Do you now?” You ask looking at your clock trying to not make eye contact.

Jill and you always were always close you knew she could read your mood. “Mhm, so what’s your answer?” She asks. You say nothing “You’ll be payed a grand amount sir.” You play with your fingers as you quirk an eyebrow. “You know… Chris is still there. I think you’d love to see how much he’s grown and matured don’t you think.”

Fuck she knew just how to get to you. You turn your attention back to her. “What’s the quickest you can get here sir?” She asks getting a pad and pen out. “Depends on the tickets, transportation and delays. Plus I need to rent something.” She nods “can you be here in 2 days?” You think to yourself.

“I’m in Europe Jill this is gonna be a bit, but if I get an early start I could probably be there by nighttime tomorrow.” She smiles writing that down. “How about this, we can get you the tickets, transportation and housing. You just need to get there on time and prepared to get back in the groove, can you handle that?” She laughs in a annoying way. You scoff as you nod.

“Alright sir, Welcome Back.”

Hopefully this is a decent first chapter thanks for the read 🙏 @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess