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missglaskin · 28 days

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Yandere S.T.A.R.S Team (Resident Evil) platonic headcanons

Note- I am back (It's been years), this has been in my drafts so I said fuck it/this is so messy and the timeline/canon may not be accurate but enjoy! This is mainly platonic, but w/some characters it could be interpreted romantically

Characters; Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Forest, Brad Vickers, Forest Speyer, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey

The first person you perhaps meet is Albert; he is the leader of the S.T.A.R.S Team. Not only do all the recruiters get approved by him, but he also overlooks all your tests. He greets you like any other, but gradually something takes a hold of him. He's in denial at first, even seeming harsh. You may initially believe he didn't like you; oblivious to the countless files and cameras hidden everywhere.

Having the rest of the team be just as enamored was not on the table. You are immediately welcomed by the team and Rebecca is the first to befriend you since you two are the youngest of the team. Like how Richard was tasked with watching over Rebecca, he’s tasked with the same responsibility over you (even if Wesker preferred to do it himself).

Chris can't help but grow quickly fond of you. He positions himself in the role of your protector; feeling the utmost responsibility for your happiness and safety. So if you have any problems - whether it's with Chief Irons or getting in trouble for say, breaking a rule; trust he'll be quick to intervene and 'save' the day.

You're all Chris ever talks about to Claire and before long, the two of you cross paths. Claire, like her brother assumes herself in the role of being your friend right away. She occasionally pays you visits and you can be sure that you will receive calls from times when she's unable to visit. Claire expects Chris to keep her informed of you at all times.

Barry, Enrico, and Kenneth all take fatherly roles; they look at you and already placed adopted papers on the table ready for you to sign. It makes it all the harder for Wesker to have any absolute control as they all put their foot down.

Barry adores you and it’s not taken lightly when it’s said he treats you as his child, probably cause he views you as actually one of his own. He invites you to a family dinner, introducing you to his family who all naturally take a liking to you. Barry insists on his house always being open if you need a place to stay or run into trouble.

Since Barry sees you as his own, there is a never-end to his dad jokes. Even when you comment on how terrible it is, he likes seeing the smile on your face. Trust you'll be invited to every birthday, barbecue, or any family Burton event.

Enrico while he adopted a fatherly role, he was a bit reluctant to get so attached to you. He’s the few in the team who's fully aware and doesn't hesitate to call out the others when he thinks they are going too far. He worries a lot about your safety, and most times it's Enrico who comes out on top of arguments on who gets to drive you home.

Kenneth as the oldest of the team, feels the most responsible for you. He is aware just like Enrico and doesn't wish for you to be scared of him or the team. He wants you to come to him whenever you need anything, even for small tasks such as finding a specific file. Like Enrico, Kenneth has no problem telling the others to back off if you need space.

More trouble comes along when Forest and Joseph come along. They develop their tendencies the quickest and tend to be the most clingy out of the team. They (along with Chris) become your partners in crime.

Joseph is someone you can always count on to make you smile even in the most serious of situations; he doesn’t care when others lecture him for it. You're not safe from his teasing. Granted you're not the target of his pranks but he likes to poke fun at you from time to time. It's why no alarms are ringing in your head when he says something questionable, assuming he’s just being Joseph.

You're not safe from Forest's playful teasings either. He can be a little annoying, poking your cheek or trying to tickle you when wanting your attention. Like Joseph, he's very affectionate, putting his arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your lap if you allow it. The others lecture him for doing it so publicly but Joseph knows it's jealousy talking more than anything.

As said, a squad of its own is formed; Chris, Joseph, Forest, and you. While they tend to be jealous, the three are okay with sharing when it comes to each other. Forest and Chris enjoy competing in shoot training and showing off who can do it better, inviting you to place bets. They're happy to show you all the gun's tricks and let you choose your weapon's signature.

Joseph, being a mechanic, can't always spend as much time with you. But he'll eagerly drag you into teaching you the ropes, whisking you away from the other two. He beams with pride when you grasp something from his impromptu lessons. Even if he's not exactly teaching you anything, he's happy to chat about anything as he works.

Jill becomes someone you’re close to, someone whom Chris and Barry trust to leave you alone with. She’s not afraid to whisk you away from the others when she wants to and won’t hesitate to call out anyone selfishly taking your time (Uhm Joseph).

Most of all, Jill loves having girl time with you. She's there for any fashion advice, gladly taking you shopping to revamp your wardrobe. If you're unsure how to do your makeup, she's eager to help, though Jill never wants to teach you so you can keep coming to her.

Jill is also willing to use any excuse to have you stay over at her place anytime even suggesting sharing an apartment to ‘save money”. And if you think Wesker’s the only one with a bunch of files, Jill has a hidden drawer filled with everything she has on you.

Brad becomes incredibly attached but is a bit shy about approaching you. He'll do little things to make your day better, like bringing your favorite coffee (watching you do it too many times) or organizing your desk just the way you like it.

Brad tries to agree with everything you do, supporting any ideas you bring forth in, team meetings and hesitates to snitch on you, always trying to talk to you first to prevent trouble (aka punishments). Similar to Kenneth, he's aware of his tendencies and doesn't want you to fear him.

Richard is the softest guy on the team as said, was tasked with watching over you and quickly grew fond of you, He has made it well known that if you ever need help you can seek him out even when you get in trouble, he’ll gladly keep it hidden from the others to avoid you being in trouble even taking the brunt of it.

If you find yourself spending time with Richard, trust that Rebecca is there, too, being the sweetest in the group as well. Initially, she might not fully grasp her tendencies, but once she does, her sole concern is your safety and happiness. She frowns upon hearing Jill and Chris discussing ways to keep you confined and is the one who tries to reassure the others not to be too 'harsh' on you.

Edward may appear intimidating, but he's actually a softie at heart. While he might not warm up to you as quickly as Forest and Joseph did, given some time, he grows fond of you and eventually places him as your trusted friend. He's aware that his demeanor can be intimidating and desires nothing more than for you to feel comfortable opening up to him, always offering a smile whenever he sees you around the RPD.

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Chief Irons has learned that you're the one person he can't even dare to go near. You might be a troublemaker, breaking every rule in the book, but Albert will put his foot down to ensure nothing comes of it. It's enough that the rest of the team has a dislike towards Irons, and he, along with everyone in the RPD, knows that crossing you means crossing the Stars team.

Wesker also keeps the extent of his monitoring and knowledge of you a closely guarded secret. He's aware that Kenneth, Enrico, Richie, Edward, and Barry all vocally dislike the idea of 'stalking' you in such ways (they all do but try to keep it as ‘morally right’). In his grand plan, he hopes to lure you away, but he must do it in a way that won't raise suspicion.

You have the most protective people watching over you. Even a simple accident like someone spilling a cup on you puts everyone on high alert.

Your favoritism doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the RPD, sparking rumors around the station that Edward and Barry quickly shut down whenever they hear someone bad-mouthing you.

Chris and Forest, on the other hand, can be incredibly impulsive, leading to all sorts of issues that Wesker and Enrico have to deal with. Jill and Joseph even got in trouble once for punching someone.

That means going on no dangerous missions; the one thing they all agree on. Wesker ensures that all your missions are carefully managed, eliminating any risks of you being in danger, and he pretends not to know what you mean if you ask. The other members are willing to gaslight you, suggesting that you just happen to get the easy ones, even Rebecca and Brad.

They're all eager to fight each other to train you, each claiming they're better at teaching you self-defense. Chris and Forest are the ones who usually end up teaching you since they're often the first ones to arrive. But everyone knows that if Wesker insists on training you, they can't object. And it's probably for the best, as some (Uhm Richard, and Edward) will pretend to lose or go easy on you because they don't want to "hurt" you.

The team normally doesn’t go out, but they all want to spend time with you. Usually, all of you go to diners (except for Wesker, wonder why). There's a little argument over who should order you to prove who knows you the best.

Your seat is chosen to please everyone, sometimes between Jill and Chris, other times between Richard and Rebecca. Another silent argument happens when they debate on who should pay for you; Enrico succeeds by slipping the payment to the waiter when the others aren’t looking.

Everyone always makes sure you come home safe. You expect numerous calls from everyone checking up on you. They all secretly know you're fine, as they're in cahoots with each other, but they just want to hear your voice.

There's also a chance that if Richard, Forest, or Jill are the ones bringing you home, they'll make some excuse about needing to stay overnight because they're tired or the weather is bad.

If you need someone to drive you to the station or pick you up, perhaps because you can’t drive, they're all willing to fight each other once again to do so. They've left important meetings or appointments countless times just to rush to your aid. It's almost always Wesker, Richard, Enrico (and sometimes Chris) who beat the others in picking you up.

Once again, you're always taken to events that the teammates have. Brad is getting takeout, he's on his way to pick you up since he assumes you're also hungry. Forest wants to go out for a drink, prepare for him to be at your door, and when you attend together, he’s protecting your drink with his life and will even pretend to be your boyfriend. Barry has a baseball game he wants to attend, so why not come with him and his family.

Jill needs to pick up a new outfit or something in the way, she decides to take you as well. Rebecca comes along, and sometimes the three of you have spa days in the process. Rebecca also loves going on road trips with you; there needs to be a person or two with you to ensure nothing bad happens. Rebecca once brought you to her favorite team's basketball game and the two of you shared those nachos and fries. It was Rebecca's happiest memory.

Movie nights are a must. Brad and Edward agree with anything you wish to watch, while Jill and Joseph are fighting over which ones to watch. Chris and Forest are trying to get your attention more than actually watching a movie. Meanwhile, Rebecca is actually enjoying the movie and wants to talk to you about it later on. She and Richard ensure you have your popcorn, and Richard brings your favorite bakery treats.

Expect to be always praised when you're around the team. Wesker himself praises you for a job well done whenever you find a clue or bring him the right file. Richard, Edward, and Rebecca are the most vocal. Also expect Chris and Barry to give you a pat on the back, while Forest and Joseph jokingly pat your head.

Wesker has you as his right-hand assistant, even when it’s not officially confirmed as such. You're tasked to help and stay by him whenever he needs assistance. He pretends not to see everyone side-eyeing him when he places your desk right next to his, but then again, they all ignore his stare when they come to your desk for whatever excuse they need.

The best people to comfort you are Barry, Enrico, Kenneth, and Richard. These men hate seeing you in tears. Brad will try to make you laugh while hugging you, while also finding the right words to comfort you. You can lie to Enrico, and he'll still know; he's memorized your body language, pulling you into an immediate hug before the tears even come.

Kenneth's ability to comfort shines in giving the best advice and solving any issues you have. Richard will sit next to you and listen; it could be the middle of the night, and he'll gladly answer any call or stay up to do any activities that will cheer you up.

Something everyone has huge arguments about is punishments; it gets heated at times. These discussions are, of course, not done in your presence.

Wesker is open to punishments, Chris and Jill agree with precautions, and Barry may reluctantly agree but claim he wants nothing to do with it. Brad and Rebecca voice their disagreement but can’t really intervene. Edward and Richie, like Barry, say they want nothing to do with it. Forest and Joseph don’t like it but will let the others make the decisions. Enrico and Kenneth are the most vocal against such decisions.

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Everything is going well in the team until the mansion incident.

You had to be with the Alpha team, unaware of the fate that fell upon the Bravo team, as there was no way Wesker would have let you out of his sight.

You had to witness Joseph get mauled by the zombie dogs, and if it weren’t for Wesker shooting the one coming at you and Chris pulling you along, you may have been a victim of it. Getting into the mansion has them immediately checking for injuries, only to realize you are just shaken up.

If you try to suggest coming along with Chris to check on what’s happening, Wesker immediately disapproves, even pulling rank to have you stay by him, and Jill agrees. Chris assures you he'll be just fine.

Things happen and it may lead you to be separated from Wesker and Jill. It makes all of them panic and look for you. Chris is nervous but assumes you must be with either Wesker or Jill. Jill and Wesker are trying to remain calm as they search. There is a chance you will meet Rebecca, who informs you of Edward's death, and this leads to you reuniting with Chris.

Alternatively, you may come across Barry, who refuses to leave your side, leading you to reunite with Jill. Both scenarios will have you meeting Richard, who immediately embraces you upon seeing you safe. You may also encounter Enrico, who seems hesitant to inform you of who he believes is responsible for the situation.

Forbid you get injured at any moment in the mansion, everyone will be in panic. Barry will try to reassure you, holding your wound while Jill rushes to get any herbs. Or Rebecca will try to tend to you while Chris silently panics in the background, refusing to leave your side. Richard will insist you stay in a room for your safety while he tries to find Rebecca or first aid. Enrico tries to remain calm, bringing you along with him as he rids the area of any zombies, fearing the risk of leaving you alone.

Soon enough, you will find out about Wesker's involvement, and his first act is to keep you as a hostage, even knocking you out. He’s merely bluffing but needs to keep the others away. If he encounters Enrico, he is well aware the man knows he’s a traitor and will kill him in front of you. After all, you will know the truth either way.

It all ends with Wesker believed to be 'dead,' killed by the tyrant, and the mansion about to blow up. You and everyone mourn all those who you have lost, and you are surrounded by the remaining survivors as they try to comfort you and tend to any injuries you may have gained.

You are too lost in your grief and all you have experienced that you don’t realize the eyes all watching you, as they all make a silent vow to themselves to forever keep you safe. And most of all, you don’t know that Wesker has been reborn, getting out of the mansion as he plots his revenge.

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hbdttg · 1 year

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Part 1 / tag list below the cut

“I’m quitting,” Eddie declares, “I’m out. Call me a tree, ‘cause I’m leaving. Call me a banana, ‘cause I’m splitting. T-t-t-t-that’s all, folks!” he adds, doing his best impression of Porky Pig’s signature stammering.

Chrissy’s laser focus doesn’t stray from her monitor, even when Eddie bodily throws himself into the chair across her desk with a long, strangled groan. Wordlessly, she raises her left index finger at him in a silencing gesture. With her brows furrowed in concentration, she drags her mouse around on its pad and double-clicks something on her screen before nodding decisively to herself. After another few clicks, she finally lowers her finger, raises her eyes, and meets Eddie’s gaze.

“Would you mind grabbing what I just printed? Please?” she asks, smiling at him imploringly.

Chrissy could ask Eddie to bleach his hair and shave off an eyebrow and he’d do it. She’s actually who he has to thank for landing such a cushy job with HHH—a referral from a trusted associate like her goes a long way in a place like this.

And despite Eddie’s many complaints about becoming a corporate sellout, he can’t deny that it certainly has its perks. The office is only a ten-minute commute from his apartment, the compensation agreement he signed amounted to more money than his last two jobs combined, his benefits package is frankly ridiculous, and he gets to work with one of his best friends in the world. Overall, not a bad gig.

Even so, he makes a show of sighing, loud and longsuffering, before doing as Chrissy asks, leaving her office to grab her job off the printer. Eddie knows she works in HR and some of her stuff can get pretty confidential, so he doesn’t even try to skim the contents of the page as he walks it back over to her.

“Here,” he says, thrusting the paper at Chrissy facedown.

“Thanks!” she says. She makes no moves to take it from him. “That’s for you, actually.”

Curious, Eddie takes the paper back and flips it over. In the center of the page is a graphic of safety sign one might find in a cartoon factory, though Chrissy had edited the original from “[___] Days Since Last Accident” to “[___] Days Since Eddie Last Threatened to Quit His Job”. There’s a big red zero in the counter box.

Eddie tries to glower down at Chrissy, but it’s sort of hard to maintain when she bursts into laughter. It’s been years, but the sound of Chrissy laughing like this, all bright and breathless and unrestrained, never fails to transport him back to his (third) senior year of high school, when they first became friends over a failed drug deal.

“Don’t be cute,” Eddie says with a laughable lack of authority, dropping heavily back down into the chair.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Chrissy counters, brow raised archly.

Eddie rolls his eyes, crumpling the page into a ball and lobbing it in between them.

Chrissy lets the ball land harmlessly on her desk before sweeping it into the trashcan by her feet. “Just so you know, I’ve had that saved on my desktop since Monday—and I haven’t had to edit the days count a single time.”

Eddie scoffs, but it’s hard to defend himself when this current visit marks the fifth day in a row he’s floundered into her office, vainly announcing his resignation. “Yeah, well,” he says weakly, “printing it seems like a gross misuse of company resources.”

“What are you going to do, report me?” Chrissy says with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“Let me guess: you’re the one who receives those reports?” Eddie says dryly.

“Yep!” she says cheerfully. “Now, go on and tell me about your latest trainwreck of an interaction with Steve Harrington.”

“Christ, Chris!” Eddie hisses, leaping to his feet and immediately spinning around to check if anyone was around to hear her damning words. The coast is clear, luckily, but he still scrambles to shut her office door before falling back into his chair. “You can’t just go around saying his name all willy-nilly.”

“He’s not gonna suddenly appear if you say his name three times, Eddie. See, watch. Steve. Steve. St—”

“Don’t risk it!” Eddie squawks loudly, cutting her off.

“You’re an absolute mess,” she says through a laugh, shaking her head at him.

And well, Chrissy’s not wrong.

Eddie’s been a mess since Monday morning, when he unknowingly produced, directed, and starred in The Roast of Steve Harrington. He blames his shitty memory for forgetting what floor his new office was on—if he’d known he was sharing the elevator with someone he could have potentially worked with (let alone someone whose surname made up a third of the company name), he wouldn’t have opened his big, fat mouth in the first place.

When he finally gathered the courage to make it back down to the fifty-second floor and show his face at the HHH office, he kicked off his onboarding with Chrissy with a strangled, “I know it’s my first day and I technically just started ten minutes ago, but I quit. Thank you for the opportunity and good-bye forever.”

Chrissy, the traitor, spent a full five minutes laughing in his face over his shamefully recounted story before patting him twice on the head and informing him he wasn’t allowed to quit for at least six months. The overly saccharine tone of her voice alone told Eddie there was no room for argument there.

Still, that didn’t stop him from following her into her office after the all-hands meeting on Tuesday, all the while whining in her ear, “I can’t thrive in these conditions, Chrissy. Please, I beg of you—accept my sincere and humble resignation from this cursed hellscape.”

‘These conditions’ consisted of any rooms and/or conversations that contained Steve Harrington. Eddie hadn’t been expecting to see the guy doting over the catering when he walked into the conference room that afternoon, and he certainly wasn’t expecting his supervisor and trainer, Murray, to lead him over to Steve to introduce the two of them (though that was likely just an excuse to head straight for the sandwiches that were laid out for the meeting).

While Eddie choked on his own tongue trying to spit out some generic, inoffensive greeting, Steve merely watched him with an amused smirk before thrusting his hand out and offering a perfectly friendly “It’s nice to meet you, Eddie, I’m Steve”, as if Eddie didn’t have Steve’s name and face (and stupidly fit body—who the fuck looks that good in a pair of khakis?!) burnt into his memory from the day prior.

Afterward, Murray, who most assuredly did not have a filter of any kind, bluntly commented on Eddie’s awkwardness, then spent the next five minutes trying to determine if it was normal, strangers-meeting-for-the-first time awkwardness, or something more sensational. Eddie stubbornly kept his mouth shut until the meeting started.

Wednesday followed a similar pattern, with Eddie flouncing into Chrissy’s office with a dramatic “I choose to break my blood oath. At this point I’d welcome the sweet release of death if it meant I didn’t have to work here anymore.”

Chrissy just corrected him, patiently explaining that he was employed at-will, rather than by blood oath, and that if he left before his sixth month, she’d personally skin him alive. Eddie had to pause and weigh the pros and cons of being skinless. Surely it couldn’t be worse than his latest exchange with Steve—via email this time, mercifully.

He’d just learned how to field helpdesk tickets and received one from Steve Harrington himself. It was a simple enough software request ticket, so he assigned it to himself and replied with next steps, asking Steve for a code so he could remote into his computer and install the program.

Steve replied back, asking where he was supposed to find the code. It was an innocuous enough question, but then Eddie noticed something a little off about his email signature: his last name was bolded.

Eddie ignored it, assuming it was a stylistic choice—nothing to read into, surely—but then Steve sent another email shortly after to let him know to disregard his last email; he’d found the right app and was just waiting for it to generate a code. This time, Harrington was bolded and at least two sizes bigger than his first name.

Then, in Steve’s third email, sent not a minute later with the requested code, Harrington was bolded, two sizes bigger than his first name, and highlighted yellow—a tactic Chrissy found so hilarious that she had to shoo Eddie out of her office with tears in her eyes so that she could compose herself and actually get some work done.

Thursday was a blessed reprieve from Steve’s unique brand of psychological warfare, but Eddie still somehow managed to royally humiliate himself in front of him. After he slunk into her office and silently pushed a scribbled-on napkin across her desk—

Please accept this letter as my formal resignation from my position as Systems Analyst II at HHH, effective immediately. Effective yesterday. In fact, I’ll pay you back the entirety of my wages earned if we just forget I ever worked here.

—Chrissy tutted at him sympathetically before taking the napkin and reaching over to dab it at the large wet stain on his shirt.

He’d been walking back to his desk from the breakroom when he rounded a corner and bumped into Steve in the hallway. Literally bumped into, bodily contact and surprised yelps and everything. And it probably wouldn’t have been such a big deal, really, if not for the fact that he had a newly refilled mug of coffee in his hand.

“Eddie, oh my god, are you okay?”

No, Eddie wasn’t okay, because he just splashed himself with hot fucking coffee and now Steve Harrington was worriedly fussing over him and tentatively trying to mop up the liquid with his own fucking hands for some reason, and he was embarrassed (and a little turned on?) and he had to get the fuck out of there now.

“I’m okay, sorry, it’s fine—” he managed to squeak before whirling around and scurrying to the bathroom.

So yes, Eddie’s been an absolute mess the past few days, and today is no different.

…Actually, scratch that. Today is different. Today is worse.

“Okay, now spill,” Chrissy says. “What happened?”

With another drawn-out, pitiful groan, Eddie sinks down in his seat and lets his neck hang off the backrest, blinking up at the ceiling.

“Talk to me, Eds,” Chrissy says, concern starting to bleed into her voice. “If he’s actually bullying you, you can file a complaint. I have a form here somewhere.”

Eddie hears her open one of her desk drawers and reluctantly sits up. “He’s not bullying me, Mom,” he says with a huff. “We actually…we talked.”

“You talked?” Chrissy asks, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, about the elevator. Buried the hatchet and everything. I said sorry, we laughed about it, it’s over and done with.” Eddie’s gaze darts around Chrissy’s desk, searching for something to distract him from the warm and fuzzy feeling growing in his stomach at the memory of their conversation.

“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!” Chrissy says cheerfully. “But wait, if you two are good now…”

Eddie doesn’t want her to ask what she’s about to ask, because the answer might be more embarrassing than all of his other Steve stories combined.

“Why are you still going on about quitting?”

Eddie drops his face into his hands, feeling totally and utterly pathetic. “Um, because I think I’m sort of, kind of, just a little bit…in love with him?”

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tbh I didn’t think I’d be writing a second part, but if strangers on the internet validate me enough, I guess I’ll do anything~

Y’ALL. I’m blown away by the response to part one of this silly lil au. I didn’t reply to any of the lovely comments or tags, but please know if you engaged in any way (or even if you just read the fic and snorted a little through your nose at a bit you found funny) I love you with my entire heart and you’ve made my entire life.

[Now for the tag list, which I’ve never done before. Sorry if you didn’t actually want to be on here! Or, sorry if you’re stumbling upon this post on your own after asking to be tagged and I missed you oops.]

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#stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #modern office au #corporate steddie au #platonic hellcheer #okay obviously eddie's not actually in love with steve #in this au he's a dramatic bitch on top of being a cringe fail loser boy and it's so delightful to me #when he says 'in love with' he means in that superficial infatuated way you sometimes get #when you're suddenly super into someone you don't actually know #let him liiiive #fic writing #hbd

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maochira · 8 months

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Hiii mao :D can you do the coaches as fathers and they are dropping their kid off to school but at the middle of a traffic the kid says that they forgot their bag at home and can you do the same thing for big brother barou, tabito and oliver??? :3

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Dad!Noa

-he looks at you with a blank expression when you mention you forgot your bag at home

-for a moment he wonders what has to go on in your brain for you to forget your bag, but he's already used to this anyways

-he drives back home to get your bag

Dad!Chris

-he thinks you're joking so he laughs, but when you repeat that you forgot your bag, he realizes you're serious

-he panics for a moment, then tells you to go to your classroom and that he'll bring your bag as quickly as possible

-he ends up getting stuck in traffic, so by the time you get your bag, your first class is already over

Dad!Lavinho

-you don't even get to leave the car. He immediately turns the car around and drives back home at full speed

-then he runs into the house, grabs your bag, returns to the car and drives you back to school. At full speed once again

-you arrive at school a few minutes late. But luckily, your teacher is a few minutes late as well so it didn't matter much

Dad!Snuffy

-this isn't the first time this happened, so Snuffy is slightly disappointed, but he tries to not show it too much

-he knows that if he drove back home ow to get your bag, he wouldn't be able to bring it in time before your classes start

-Lorenzo is at home, so Snuffy asks him to bring your bag, which he does

Big brother!Barou

-he gives you a three-minute speech about how you keep forgetting your things all the time and that you really need to improve on that

-you expect him to let you go to school without your stuff, but when you get out of the car he just says "I'll be there with your stuff in 15 minutes" and drives off again

-as promised, he brings your bag but then scolds you once again for forgetting it, but this time in front of your friends so it's more embarrassing

Big brother!Karasu

-he needs to go to school as well, so he has the choice of either getting back home and getting your stuff (which would result in him missing his first class) or letting you go to school without anything

-he ends up handing you a piece of paper (that has a part cut off at the bottom) and a pen from his bag and tells you "Good luck surviving today"

-you somehow made it through the day, but only because your friends let you look into their books and also gave you paper to use

Big brother!Oliver

-he says "I guess you're going to school without your bag" and then he drives off without even saying goodbye

-but he's actually going back home to get your bag. He's just letting you believe he doesn't care to mess with you

-he bursts into your classroom in the middle of the lesson to give you your bag. And he also interrupts the class in general because nobody even knew he's your brother so now half of your classmates want to take photos with him

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unreliablesnake · 27 days

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Untitled. Part one.

Summary: Deacon wants to introduce his girlfriend to his kids.

Note: Reader is a fashion model in her twenties. Deacon and Annie only have three kids. To be honest I like him and the reader together and I see potential. I mean, jealousy from Annie's side or her coming up with the idea that Deac is experiencing some midlife crisis, the kids hating/loving her, the team finding out they're together, she gets into trouble and he has to save our protect her...

Warning: age gap, afab!reader.

PS: I told you I can't stop.

Danica, the lead makeup artist of the photo shoot came over to you with a wide grin on her face, quickly sending the others away so she could tell you an important piece of gossip. You returned her smile as you leaned closer to listen, expecting something about the model who caused some chaos by not showing up.

But she remained silent for a little too long, and you began to assume it was about something else. And just like that, your suspicion was proven right when she finally spoke up. “There's a handsome silver fox outside with a police badge and he's looking for you. Jack is trying to convince him to leave if it's not related to an investigation, though, so if he belongs to you…”

“Oh, yes, he's mine,” you were quick to say with a bright smile. “Thanks for the heads-up, I'll talk to Jack.”

She nodded before gently patting you on the shoulder, giving you the green light to leave. Your makeup was done, it was only your hair that they had to finish before you could stand in front of the camera. They could surely survive five minutes without you, so you rushed out of the building to find your boyfriend and hopefully tell the head of security that there was nothing to worry about.

When your eyes finally fell on Deacon, you couldn't help but gulp from the sight. He was wearing a suit, something you always pointed out looked good on him, and when he noticed you, his face immediately lit up. You had been together for three months now, so this was probably the honeymoon phase making you this happy around each other, but you truly hoped things would stay this way.

His marriage ended shortly before you met thanks to Chris, and back then he wasn't ready to make a move on someone. But months later you met again on a night out with the team and he finally made up his mind to ask for your number. Long story short, he swept you off your feet with ease, and even the age difference wasn't enough to stop you from being happy together.

“Jack, he's with me. Can you let him in?” you asked with a sweet smile.

The man let out a sigh then gestured to him that he was allowed to enter the premises under your watch. Deacon leaned down to kiss the top of your head, already knowing better than to ruin your makeup, then took your hand and led you a little further away from people.

“Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad you're here, but why did you come? Did something happen?” you asked worriedly.

He was quick to reassure you with a shake of his head. “I just wanted to see you. But there's a change in the plans. Annie called; something came along and I'll have the kids over tonight,” he told you.

If he had the kids over, it meant your planned date had to be canceled. It sucked, but you were okay with it. His kids would always come first, and you liked that about him. He loved them more than anything, and it was nice to see how well he and his ex got along after the divorce. Were you jealous of their relationship? Yes, some days it was hard, but you knew they had a history together. You can't delete so many years with a piece of paper that proved you weren't together anymore.

“Raincheck?”

Deacon's smile returned as he watched you. “No. Come over tonight and meet the kids,” he suggested casually. You bit on your lower lip and avoided his gaze, showing the tell tale signs of your insecurity. “Hey, it's okay. I want them to finally meet you. Actually, I think Lila would love you. I was going through some photos of you the other day and there was this stunning picture of you wearing a purple gown. When she saw that, she said you looked like a princess and got all excited, saying she wanted to dress like that too.”

It was hard to hold back a laugh. You could imagine a young girl going nuts over the idea of wearing gowns every single day, and you could also imagine the way he was torn between smiling at his daughter and wishing she would just go to sleep.

Despite your good mood, you still didn't know if you were ready. Meeting the kids was a big step, one that he wanted to happen sooner than it would naturally occur. So you took a deep breath and stepped away, dragging him along as you walked back inside the building. Maybe if he began to focus on seeing you work, he would forget about this idea.

While Henry styled your hair, Deacon leaned against a table with his arms folded over his chest as he watched you. “You don't want to meet them,” he suddenly said. When you let out a sigh and tore your gaze away from him, he nodded. “At all or just yet?”

“It's too soon, Deac,” you admitted. “Look, we've only been together for a few months. I love you, you know that, but I don't think I'm ready for their questions. I need some time to figure out how to talk to kids first. I don't know anything about that, I don't have the experience, and–”

With a small smile on his face he came closer and signaled the hair stylist the step aside for a second. When you gave him a worried look, he just leaned down to place a light kiss on your temple. “Okay, okay, I get it. I love you too, no matter when you meet them. I can give you advice, don't worry, then we'll wait until you're ready,” he assured you.

“Lovebirds, I hate to interrupt, but if you're not ready in ten minutes, they will kill you,” Henry said, but then his eyes fell on Deacon's badge. “Not literally, of course.”

“Yeah, I assumed you meant it that way.”

#deacon kay x reader #david deacon kay #david kay x reader #david deacon kay x reader #david kay #deacon kay #swat cbs

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smartycvnt · 8 months

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Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Title: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader Prompt: 4. "We keep going because that's what we have to do." NR WC: 771

Jill was angry. She was angry with Chris for being such a liability in the field. She was angry with herself for letting Wesker capture her on the boat. She was angry with Wesker for the things that he had done to her and made her do. She was angry with Umbrella for ruining the things that her life could have been. She was angry with the BSAA for sending her to that rehabilitation center. She was angry at the center for drilling her recovery principles into her brain. And most importantly, she was angry with herself for not knowing how to outsmart the hand she had been dealt and not being better.

"Worthless piece of shit," Jill grumbled as she slammed the palm of her hand into the side of the coffee machine. Today was just coming out to be one of those days where everything got her. She dreaded seeing Y/n, who would immediately know that something was wrong with her. Y/n always knew, it was why Jill had been avoiding her for the past week or so. Once things had begun to go downhill, Jill decided that she didn't want Y/n to bear witness to any of her frustrations. That only seemed to make matters worse for Jill. \\"You tell that stupid thing," Y/n said lightheartedly as she stepped into the BSAA break room. She had been cooped up for the past couple days with Rebecca in the labs, and it was on the shorter woman's insistence that Y/n took a break and went to grab something to eat other than the protein bars they kept stashed in the lab office. "What is it doing this time?"

"Nothing, and that's the problem." Jill didn't mean to sound so harsh, but Y/n obviously wasn't taking it personally. Jill very rarely directed her anger at another person unless it was Chris, so Y/n took that tone with a grain of salt. "Why don't we just get a new one?"

"I don't know, but why don't you tell me what the real problem is while I fix the coffee machine?" Y/n offered. Jill grumbled as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the countertop. Y/n got started on the machine, but didn't let herself get too into it before Jill started talking again. Jill had a tendency to shut everything out as she shut herself off, and Y/n was struggling to break Jill of that habit without shelling out the money for a couples counselor. "Come on, I'm a great problem solver, and you, my fair lady, look like you've got a big problem."

"I'm the problem. One day it feels like I've made so much progress moving past what happened to me, and then all of the sudden, it's like I'm back at square one. I've done the rehab. I went to therapy. They signed my papers, I'm supposed to be all good again, but I'm not. I don't know what to do anything, I can't take another fucking day like this," Jill vented. She sounded like she was on the brink of tears, which completely broke Y/n's heart. "Was it this hard for you whenever you got back? What did you do?"

"You ask me that like we weren't both stuck doing the same thing, you just didn't have a choice. You don't want to go through the process that I did, not like I did at least, but I'll let you know what you learn in the end of it all. You learn that there's only one way to go if you don't want them to fucking win. People like us, we make sure that Umbrella regrets not burying bullets in our brains. We keep going because that's what we have to do," Y/n told her. Jill stood up a little straighter as she pushed off of the countertop. Y/n tapped the side of the coffee machine a couple of times before it sprang to life and started making what would turn out to be a disappointing pot of coffee. "Whatever bad you did for them, you've done at least twice as much good opposing them. Remember that."

"What would I do without you?" Jill asked as she draped her arms around the back of Y/n's neck. Y/n leaned in close, just enough so that their lips were millimeters away from brushing against each other's.

"Be stuck buying a Starbucks from down the street." Y/n closed the distance with a quick kiss, one that left Jill smiling as they broke it.

#my writing #one shot #resident evil x reader #resident evil #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine

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sparring-hyena · 10 months

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why does this keep happening?

in which accidents keep happening.

OR, aren't accidents just the most romantic thing to ramble about for a few thousand words?

the first accident, as it were--and years later, Becca will insist that it was an accident--happens at some stupid club.

the lights are low, the music loud--and Becca can feel it beating along with her heart--and the drinks are dirt cheap. she vaguely recalls some neon sign above the bar about all the spirits being five dollars.

she slams back another shot; can't quite remember what number it was but doubts she'll be capable of much tomorrow. there's a delightfully warm buzz that worms its way through her body, making her feel light and easy, and then she spots Alex through the throng of people. Alex with her stupid smile and stupid hair and-- gah!

she's with a group, Becca notes, a few people. Chris, she picks almost immediately and feels some green insult form in her mouth, the girl she saw with Alex at the welcome week fair--Kaitlyn, she thinks her name might be--and a few other people she doesn't recognise.

but then Alex looks over at her, looks confused for a moment, and then she winks and smirks. stupid, see?

the night crawls on, some of her sorority sisters leave, and Becca's squished in tight in the middle of the dance floor. she screams the words to a song she hasn't listened to in years, but still somehow doesn't miss a single word. it's dumb really, how much fun she's having.

she gets bumped--accidents happen in clubs--stumbles into some girl, and ends up with a drink all down the front of her dress.

"shit."

Becca's head snaps up to the voice. "Alex," she seethes.

"it was an accident, i swear." and to her credit, Alex does have the decency to look apologetic.

"right." Becca sneds her a glare that Alex answers with some stupidly apologetic grin.

she shuffles between the groups of drunk people and past couples making out on her way to the bathroom. there's a line, of course, and the bathroom is clouded in a smokey haze that almost makes it a bit hard to breathe. becca stumbles over to the bench of sinks and uses the cold water and paper towels to dab at her dress and arms.

"hey, i'm really sorry about your dress," Alex says, and Becca didn't realise Alex had followed her.

"can you just leave me alone?" Becca snaps back.

"i'll pay to have it cleaned, i promise i didn't mean to--"

"what part of leave me alone aren't you getting?" Becca turns to face her fully now and accidentally stands way too close, but she'll be damned if she backs away first.

"no yeah, i know, it's just--"

"just what?"

and there's definitely nuance and things to unpack, but she's a little drunk and Alex is standing so close, or maybe she's the one who's standing too close, and Alex's eyes are definitely flicking between her lips and eyes, and accidents happen all the time in club bathrooms.

she kisses Alex.

she kisses Alex or Alex kisses her or-- whatever. the point is that they're kissing in a club bathroom and there's nothing really to make of it. because accidents happen all the time and they're both a little drunk and Alex's hands feel both good and bad on her hips where they trace a gentle pattern that burns through her skirt straight to her core.

they spring apart a second later, realise what they just did, and before Alex has a chance to open her mouth and say something stupid, Becca leaves. she stumbles out of the club and out onto the busy street where she flags down a cab and heads home for the night.

there's a party, her party. it's a sorority thing, so Becca's antsy and she'll never admit that she's kind of nervous and on edge. she clings to Chris' arm for most of the night, feels too warm and too much, and it's just not right, but she pushes it all way because this needs to work.

and then she sees a familiar head of hair and her stomach flips. the only reason, she decides, that she leaves Chris' side and follows after Alex, is because she doesn't want Alex to mess something up.

she follows Alex through the house and walks right into her when she rounds a corner.

"watch it," Becca snaps with way too much aggression.

"you bumped into me."

"and you were..." she doesn't actually know.

Alex looks at her, waits for her to finish her sentence but nothing comes. and Becca can feel her eyes wanting to drift.

"how's Chris?" Alex asks instead.

"you sound jealous," Becca says, and maybe she wants Alex to be.

Alex shrugs and takes a step towards Becca. "i just wanted to check in. especially after... well..." she allows her fingers to ghost over Becca's hand.

and if that were it, if Becca scoffed and walked away, she could forget about it all and wouldn't need to write away this entire interaction as yet another accident.

"an accident," Becca hears herself say, and then another accident when she doesn't pull away from Alex's hand.

she kisses her quickly again. surges forward, sucks in a deep breath, and winds or arms around Alex's neck to pull her in just a little bit closer. another accident, she guesses.

hands wander--accident--and Becca nips at Alex's lip--accident accident accident.

and then someone comes walking down the hallway and they spring apart before their accident becomes something else. Becca backs away, puts more space between them, and doesn't say anything as she turns and leaves.

there are more accidents as the year drags on. there's the time when Becca finds Alex alone in the library late one night. that happens right after her break-up with Chris so it's... there are a few accidents that night.

she throws razor-edged words at Alex, wants them to cut deep and burn.

Alex fights back; begs Becca to understand that she didn't mean for this to happen. she doesn't say anything as harsh but she gets close to Becca so her words stick.

and it's when they're breathing the same air that Alex surges forward and kisses Becca hard. the accident comes when Becca kisses Alex back and twists her hands in Alex's hair and moans her name and wishes for it to never end.

there's the end-of-quarter dance when Becca watches Alex dance and laugh with her friends and definitely gets caught staring once or twice.

there's the whole fiasco with the play at the start of their winter quarter, and how Becca and Alex fight so aggressively about the casting that they don't realise how close together they are until they're breathing the same air. Becca had stood, speechless, and Alex had backed away, her eyes wide and not speaking a single word.

but there is no accident quite as big as stumbling into some hole-in-the-wall bar after a fight with her dad and finding Alex all alone in a back corner booth.

she's not sure if the accident is walking into the bar or sliding into the booth across from Alex or taking the time to talk and listen and understand. or maybe, really, the accident comes when she lets the tips of her fingers brush over Alex's.

"it's late," Alex says, not moving her hand away and watching the way Becca's fingers move against her own.

"yeah."

"i should go."

"you could come back to the sorority," Becca says, and maybe the real accident is saying that out loud. "it's closer than the dorms."

"sure."

the car ride to the sorority is awkward. the walk from the curb to Becca's room is awkward. it's all awkward even though they were just fine an hour ago in some crummy little bar. and it shouldn't even be awkward now because aren't they sort of making progress in an odd kind of way?

somewhere between closing her bedroom door and Alex opening and closing her mouth for the fifth time in an attempt to fill the silence, Becca thinks, screw it, and pulls Alex in for a messy kiss that's all teeth and tongue.

she pushes Alex back towards her bed and only allows their lips to separate once she's got Alex seated in front of her.

Alex opens her mouth to say something, probably something stupid Becca guesses, but before she has a chance, Becca takes her dress off in one quick motion and straddles Alex's lap. that seems to shut Alex up for the rest of the night.

they wake up together the next morning, and Becca decides that that is the real accident. but then Alex has the gall to ask Becca how she slept. has the audacity to be nice and funny and actually kind of sweet as she gets dressed and sits at the end of the bed to put her socks and shoes back on.

"we should-- i mean, we could, absolutely zero pressure-- but we could do this again if you wanted?"

they could, technically. technically. but accidents aren't planned. you can't plan an accident. to plan to do this again--as much as Becca loathes to admit she might just want to--would ruin absolutely everything.

no, this was an accident.

except the whole night can't possibly be an accident. an accident is small. fixable. forgettable. a whole night though, that's massive. it spans hours and has so many decisions and choices, and at a certain point, you have to take a little bit of personal responsibility for making the same choices over and over again, when you knew exactly where they'd lead you.

and there's also the small, slightly relevant detail that, unlike accidents, this is not forgettable.

oh no.

Becca's walls shoot back up immediately and she answers Alex's question with a hum as she picks at a loose bit of thread on her bed sheets.

"right, well, see ya' Becs."

Alex leans in to kiss Becca bye, but Becca turns her head and Alex plants a kiss on her cheek instead. and Becca knows that she can't even call that an accident. turning her head, just like the hurt that flashes in Alex's eyes, is unforgettable.

Becca doesn't see Alex for the rest of the quarter. and that could actually be an accident, probably the only legitimate accident if she's being honest with herself. because she's been busy with exams and sorority stuff and her parents are just kind of... bleh at the moment. so she hasn't really had a lot of time to spend thinking about Alex.

and then there's the spring fling.

she doesn't plan on going, but the sorority house is empty and cold and quiet. there's also only so much ice cream and trashy TV can do to ward off the icy loneliness she feels settle in her chest.

her phone buzzes from its place buried in her blanket. a message from Alex wishing her well for the summer break and god why does she have to be so sweet?

Becca's ready to leave in less than forty-five minutes--a personal best for her, but now's not really the time for that.

the dance is in full swing by the time she shows up, and it almost feels like walking through a fairytale with the fairy lights strung up and music and gentle laughter coming from nearby couples. it's actually kind of perfect.

she scans the crowd as she walks through it--not looking for Alex, but also not not looking for her. she spots a few of her sorority sisters, makes awkward small talk with Chris when they bump into each other while getting more drinks, and then finally, she finds somewhere quiet to pause for a moment.

"hey, stranger."

Becca feels herself smile and has to tamp it down before she turns around. "Alex."

Alex comes to lean against the gazebo railing beside Becca and maybe stands just a tad bit closer than strictly necessary.

"i didn't think i'd see you tonight," Alex says.

Becca answers with a shrug. "disappointed?"

"hardly. but what are you doing all the way over here by yourself? i figured there'd be a line of people competing for your attention."

"are you competing for my attention?"

"do you want me to?"

Alex doesn't answer right away, instead she looks at Becca, like she's considering how she wants to make her next move. "i did actually want to apologise, if i came on to strong or if i was reading everything wrong."

and god this is painful, standing here and listening to Alex apologise for something that she doesn't need to apologise for. it's like the universe is asking her to make a choice. telling her that she can't keep twisting things into accidents to avoid facing her feelings.

Becca places her hand on Alex's arm and waits until she feels Alex lean into the touch before saying, "you didn't read anything wrong."

then she leans in and kisses Alex, and the last thing she wants to do is pretend that that's an accident.

#my writing #becca x mc #becca davenport #playchoices #the freshman #the sophomore #the junior #the senior #hi i guess i’m back now? 😬

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repurpose-yourself · 5 months

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Santa's Objectified Helpers 2 (3/7)

"You're quite the anarchist, I must say," Chris remarked, "Burned buildings. Threatened lawmakers. General destruction by any means to thwart government work. The list goes on and on."

Wade struggled against restraints keeping him firmly in place against a wooden chair, "So what?! Just because I was born an American doesn't mean I identify with their oppressive regime!"

Chris stood up from his desk and walked around to the front of it, standing a few feet away from Wade, "We're all entitled to our opinions. And from what I can see, in the U.S., you're welcome to broadcast them to anyone."

"Why the hell am I here?! Are you the police?" Wade interrupted, still yanking at the tight festive restraints.

"I'm not the police. But in your case, I might as well be. It's impressive how you managed to avoid serious jail time. Your threats and actions are not light, nor something tolerated well," Chris said.

"When they stop forcing free people to live lives they never agreed to, then I will stop my work. Until then, people will burn," Wade confidently retorted.

"Sure," Chris responded, shrugging at the statement, "Defiant until the last breath, I suppose. Regardless, I think a change of pace is necessary to correct your attitude towards harming others. And I have the perfect solution."

Wade started yelling profanities at Santa before darkness set in...

***

"This is a monumental occasion and one the American people will take pride in," a man announced before a crowd of people, "Support from all sides brought us here today and I thank my colleagues for their contributions."

From a low angle, Wade suddenly saw people standing all around him. Many were in suits while others, like the press, were slightly dressed down. Many eyes were on him, or at least that's what he felt. Unable to move and communicate, a sense of terror set in, especially after assessing the situation.

'A fucking law signing?! These fuckers need to die!' Wade yelled internally, a fierce hatred brewing inside.

"This is common sense law and will hold criminals accountable, especially those who threaten our democracy and this great country," the man said to applause, "Please, let's not hesitate a second longer. My friends, we shall sign this into law."

Weathered fingers approached Wade and immediately grasped the vulnerable individual. More profanity rattled around inside Wade's mind as he was lifted up and manipulated with ease. The man's thumb reached towards the top of Wade's existence and pressed a button, which was followed by a click.

'Get your fingers off of me!' Wade screamed inside.

The man's hand approached the newly drafted law and forced Wade into the high quality paper. The former human was drug all over, with fingers articulating minute movements and drawing the lawmaker's signature. Wade didn't understand how it was possible but he had become a pen, the very tool needed to increase the plight of the American people, at least how he saw it.

'No!' the living pen wailed internally, 'I will not be part of this travesty!'

One after another, Wade was handed around and defiled by way of signing provisions into law. Everything the former human worked for didn't matter at this moment, as control was fleeting, as well as humanity.

Another round of applause confirmed Wade's ever growing nightmare. The living pen was dropped into a wooden box next to the newly signed law and promptly sealed away under a heavy lid. In darkness, Wade listened to lawmakers congratulate each other before taking questions from the press.

"There are ways to fight for your cause that doesn't require violence and harm," a voice suddenly said, "In this capacity, you can no longer hurt people. And it is only you who can be blamed for this situation."

'I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Just release me from this hell!' Wade pleaded internally, hoping the voice would listen.

But just as quickly as it started, Chris' voice disappeared...

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #revenge tf #unaware tf #nonconsensual tf #pen tf

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chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll · 4 months

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ARRANGE MARRIAGE

Sub! Chris x dom!reader

Summary: You and Chris Sturniolo are had an arranged marriage, and he tells you to be submissive in an argument, so you had to prove him wrong..

Warnings: pleading, unprotected sex, praises

a/n: yall this is literally my first even smut and story im writing so please be nice and im sorry if its horrible..

It was the day after another one of my arrange marriages that my father put me in, and unfortunately this one needs to last for 3 months before i can get a divorce...

We walk into our new house and Chris sat on the couch with a mad expression on his face as he speaked

“Let me be crystal clear. Even though we are to be wed, don’t look to me for attention. Don’t expect for me to show you affection. We will have separate bedrooms. Just act like my wife in public, at home you are to live quietly.”

he said sternly as he gets up and goes into his office to get something,

A few seconds later he comes out and hands me a contract,

“Sign your rights away to our marital home and sign these papers, and it’s yours. Just remember to stay out of my way." He said annoyed,

"Fine whatever.." you replied snatching the contract and signing it before handing it back to him

"Good to know your submissive, woman." He replied taking the contract and signing it before putting it down onto the glass table and sat down in front of me without facing me

"Im far from submissive" you said with a chuckle, that definitely got his attention

"Are you defying me!?" He replied in a certain tone finally facing me

"I am correcting you" you said looking down at him, you couldn't help but admire his perfect brunnet locks and his blue eyes filled with annoyance piercing through me,

He stands up abruptly " You will not contridict me again." He said getting closer to me

"The truth hurts" i shrugged at him, his nose flared up in anger and annoyance

"Your job is to be a good submissive wife and do what i tell you, Understand?" He sternly replied getting so close i can smell his strong perfume scent

"And if i dont?" I challenged him back making him grip my waist, tightly.

"I would have to put you on your place sweetheart.." He whispered into my ear

"What makes you think you deserve to do that hm?" I reply my hand snaking there way to the colar of his shirt and abruply pushing him down onto the couch, taking him by suprise

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He answered in an annoyed tone, before another word comes out of his lips i sat on his lap already feeling the bulge of his dick on my ass

"Already hard?" I teased him looking down at him from my view

He blushes in embarrassment as he tries to speak "I uh- um.." he stammered with his words

"I haven't even started yet, and your already mumbling?" I said getting closer to his face and attaching my lips to his our tongues, fighting for dominance, Eventually he let me explore his mouth as he let out little sounds sending vibrations all over my body

I leave his lips and started kissing his jawline..,all the way to his neck as i started sucking and licking all over him, looking for his sweetspot.

"Oh.. fuck please-" he moanes out, indicating that i found it..

"X marks the spot.." i whispered in his ear as i nibble and suck on his sweet spot as he let's out ragged breaths

"Mhm..please-" he moans out making me remove my lips for his neck and look down at him,

"Please what baby?" I ask him as hislust filled blues pierced through me...

"Just..touch me..please-" he pleaded as i get off his lap and on my knees, starting to palm him through his pants

"Take your shirt of for me baby.." i demanded as he immediately does as i say, i start kissing his chest..all the way to his happy trail and stopping at the waistband of his boxers and pants

"Take them off please.." he mumbled as i pull both clothing off him in one swift motion and leaving them below his knees as i watch his dick slap his stomach as it sprung out, Jesus hes big..

I immediately grab the base of ut and liked the precum thats already dripping from his rosy pink tip making him moan loudly

"Oh..fuck mhm" he moaned loudly as i swirled my tongue on his tip as i gently pummped him slowly making his hips buckle up in hopes of making even more friction against my hand

"Be a good boy for me and be patient.." i demanted as he let out a whimper and nods in response

I abruptly put half his dick inside my mouth and started bopping my head up and down as i pump the rest of his base that i couldn't fit

"Oh..you feel so good around me.." he said in between uncontrollable moans as i continued sucking faster and faster as he moaned

"Fuck..let me cum..please.." he pleaded

"Be patient baby"i ordered him as he whimpered

"Fuck-please just-" he didn't complete his sentence before his hot load filled my mouth making me leave his dick

"M'sorry-" he tried apologizing

"So cant take orders huh? Thats not what good boys do dont they?" I teased him as i take off my shorts and pink lace panties and get on his lap

"You need a punishment.." i tounted him as i linned his tip infront of my entrance and into my wet folds as i take all 7 inches of him making me moan loudly

"Ah fuck your big-" i moaned out making him whimper

"So tight-" he stuggled with his words as i started bouncing slowly and get faster as both our moans fill the living room

"doing so good baby.." i praised him

"such a good boy.."

"Fuck im close again-" he moans out feeling the knot in his stomach form, i kept bouncing even faster as he let out an angelic moan and released his hot load inside me, filling me

I kept bouncing and ridding him as his eyes weld up with tears from overstimulated

"Please-.. enough.." he pleaded as i ignored him and kept going making him whimper and whine as i felt the knot in my stomach forming

"Fuck chris- 'm close baby.." i moaned out as i cummed all over the both of us, riding my high out as chris continued to pleas and cry

I stopped and looked down at the disoriented heavy breathing drooling and crying brunnet under me and chuckled as i held his chin to face me

"Thats what happens to bad boys" i whispered as he whimpers making me get off his dick as his load drip from me

I sit next to him on the couch as he tries regaining his soberness from the drunk state i put him in

"Did i finally prove you wrong?" I joked

"I never thought id be a bottom.." he laughed out in breaths..

a/n: So uhm sorry if its rushed but uh thoughts on this?

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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what really happened between margaret and chris? has he always been this grumpy?

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

masterlist - cheers

Chris liked being alone, he’d always enjoyed his alone time since he was a child. He would never consider himself an introvert, but at the same time, he didn’t really enjoy it when he didn’t have those periods of alone time. He couldn’t really describe what he did, it was hard to explain really - the best way he could explain what he did was through a single word, obsidian. His mind was blank, dark, and he just got lost in the sounds surrounding him. It was almost like losing himself and disappearing from reality for a bit; yet, lately, he was failing to disappear. His mind had oddly found a way to go back to Margaret. Despite how much he disliked her now, how much of a seated deep hatred he shared towards the woman he once loved, he could still see some memories. He looked towards the front door of the bar, ghosts dancing around in his mind.

They’d been travelling for one of her work trips, they’d been driving for what had felt like 10 hours when the bar he currently stood in appeared in the horizon with a massive “for sale” sign. They’d walked in and Margaret had immediately started talking about making it into a bar with a little hostel up on the top half, yet Chris hadn’t even remembered to listen to it, he’d been so enamoured with the idea of his future wife and him owning a business that he didn’t notice it. He didn’t notice how she didn’t hold his hand, how she referred to it as a business and not their business, how she’d avoid his gaze. He considered himself smart yet he hadn’t noticed what was blatantly clear - she didn’t love him, or at least, she had stopped loving him at some point. After being dumped at the altar, he’d immediately bought the place - a move some of his family had called desperate, as if he was clinging at straws to keep Margaret. However, the truth is, he’d never finished it. He was almost frozen at the one month mark after his wedding being called off, washing and cleaning glasses as time went by with dust covered bedrooms upstairs and stained wood down stairs.

- Hey. - Y/N interrupted those ghosts, her figure crossing through them as she made her way to the bar carrying a few stacked folders. - Bill here?

- Not today. He went to this bike expo to show his off.

- You ever been?

- I usually go with the guys but I’ve had some work to do.

- Clearly. - she looked around, making a point that the bar was empty.

- What’s all that? - he changed the subject, pointing at the folders she’d laid across the table.

- Some of the cases I brought from my old firm into my new firm. Mostly pro bono and some loyal clients but I have to sort out some paperwork before I can call it a day.

- ‘Ya stealing cases, Diane? - he chuckled, the idea of this woman running from her old firm and still taking customers with her quite amusing.

- They were mine to begin with. - she smiled.

- So why are you here if you’re so busy? - he turned his back to her to polish the glasses of the bar. - You would be more comfortable home.

- I thought you might want some company. You’re always here by yourself ... with the guys.

- I have a life outside of this bar, Diane. - he rolled his eyes. - I’m not that tied up to this place.

- I didn’t mean to offend you. - she took a metaphorical step back, looking at him and almost wondering if he was about to start an argument.

Chris now wanted to be alone. He was unsure about why that had suddenly flown to his brain but he had this overwhelming need to be alone now. He turned to her, watching as she looked through her folders and papers and then to the clock on the wall. The pointers moved slower than before, mocking him for wanting to be alone. Truth was, Chris needed to be alone, he had this overwhelming need to be alone, something which was usually triggered.

- I need to close, Diane. Get your ass back to New York. - he muttered, taking her by surprise. He usually never kicked her out, after all he was lord of the time his bar opened and closed. Maybe he was tired.

- Should I come back next week? - she asked as she tidied up after herself.

- Do whatever.

A tight smile spread across her face as she mumbled a shy and low ‘okay’. She was not in the mood to fight and she was not gonna be angry about someone not wanting her presence. Instead, she looped her bag over her shoulder and walked off the bar.

Chris was used to being alone, he liked it. He could talk to himself for hours, albeit never out loud. He could do all things other people did with one another and spare himself the pain and hurt that came with human interaction. Perhaps he was wrong, but he’d rather be wrong than heartbroken. Besides, he found comfort in the quietness of his bar, of the plans that never were. Yet, tonight, as he sat on his bed, surrounded by everything he built, his brain, affected by the one too many whiskey shoots he’d had, echoed the last words of that damned letter. That damned letter which he still kept in his bedside table, with the faint smell of the perfume he’d bought Margaret for her birthday. That damned letter which he’d read time and time again, those last words - ‘I don’t know what you want. What do you want?’.

The room morphed into something different as those word rang for the hundredth time in his mind, keeping him awake into the long nights. Standing in front of him, a result of drunken whiskey minds and a lack of sleep, was her, that run away bride which kept coming back to his bar, back in that god damn awful dress, holding a child against her side. Chris knew the answer to that question, he knew it for the first time since he read that letter - he didn’t want to be alone forever.

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Garden of Eden - Prologue || Surgeon!Stephen x Nurse!Reader

Words: 2.8K

Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square.

Summary: You've been warned to keep your guard up and don't engage but when Stephen purposely mistaken you for someone else to get you name, he wasted no time to lure you into his trap.

A/N: Keep in mind that the Stephen in this story is different from our original one. You can imagine Chris as Chris Evans because why the F not?

It all begins with you. It all begins with you starting a new job at Metro General Hospital, and you're travelling there on your way to work. The song "One More Night" by Maroon 5 was playing on the radio, and you could be seen bobbing your head to the rhythm while tapping your hand on the top of the steering wheel. Your hyperactivity was a coping mechanism for the anxiety you were experiencing before you start this new job. You have been attempting to persuade yourself that it is natural to have feelings such as these while entering a new setting; nonetheless, those negative ideas continue to win the battle.

Before you stepped out of your car and into the parking lot, where other physicians were making their way towards the elevator, you checked yourself out in the rearview mirror, restyled your curtain bangs, and tightened your high ponytail.

You started to have some feelings of insecurity as a result of the looks that were being thrown in your direction, and you started to question whether or not the black blazer dress, Prada loafers, and Valentino purse that you were wearing was appropriate for the first day of your new job. After pushing the button for the eighth level, you found yourself in the centre of the elevator, and you could feel that all six sets of eyes were fixed on you.

You took out your phone to double verify the floor number of the Neurosurgery department, which turned out to be Level 8, Ward 8A South. While the elevator was climbing so slowly, you cast a peek across to the digitised dial that was dialling up. You lowered your hands in front of you and began tapping them impatiently as you continued to feel those watchful eyes on you. As soon as those sliding doors opened, you dashed out of that elevator. At the end of the corridor was a large sign that said Ward 8A South, and when you saw it, you breathed a sigh of relief since it meant that you did not need to ask anybody else.

The double doors stayed open, and you could immediately see how immaculate the ward seemed to be. Everything appeared to be so orderly and tidy that it nearly made you feel embarrassed about your previous workplace, which was more prestigious than this one.

As you entered your new workplace, you flashed a kind smile at the nurses who were sitting at the nurses station, awaiting the arrival of the morning shift. Everyone was anticipating your arrival, and everyone knew who you were, so they welcomed you with a kind grin.

“Good Morning,” You greeted them and did a double take to your right to find your office that already had your name on it.

“Good Morning,” They all simultaneously offered their greetings to you. The ward manager's eyes lit up as he detected your presence in the ward, peeking out of his office doorway. The man who was six feet tall and dressed in scrubs approached you as if you didn’t know him already. After seeing a familiar face, all of a sudden your nervousness melts away.

“Finally glad you joined our team,” Christopher playfully hits you with the rolled piece of paper in his hand, “This is (Y/N) everyone, she’s permanently our nurse educator from now on.”

You and Chris went to nursing school together along with three other friends who work here. You and Chris had the strongest relationship out of all of them, mostly due to the fact that you both placed a high priority on your academics and spent a lot of time together in libraries and studying back then.

“We know Chris, you wouldn’t stop going on and on about it.”

“He wasn’t joking when he said you worked at the Presbyterian.” A comment was made by one of the female nurses expressing admiration for your pricey clothing. Her remark made you awkwardly laugh out loud, you internally decided that you are going to dress more subduedly tomorrow, and you may even simply change into your scrubs.

“You people need to believe in your manager a bit more.” Chris shook his head before turning his attention back to you, “Have you seen your office?” Chris wiggled his brows and opened the door for you.

It was clear that Chris put a lot of effort into this space given that it seemed to be organised in the exact same way that you would do it. Back then, it was obvious that he paid attention to how meticulously you had set up your table; the only one who is clueless of this is you.

“I like it.” You smiled and carefully placed your bag onto your chair, “Mind showing me around the ward?

“Of course, I’ll introduce you to the morning staff, they’re all in the break room having their pre-shift break. Follow me.” Chris waved his arm for you to follow and opened the door of the break room which was right beside his office.

“Good morning~” Chris sang as he greeted the morning staff that was present, “Let me introduce (Y/N), our new Nurse Educator.”

You peaked through the doorway and waved at everyone, “Good morning everyone, looking forward to working with all of you.”

“This is Jo, Luis, Selin, Indea and Charlotte.” Chris spat out their names like a rap, all of them waving at you and saying hi, “Alright, moving on.”

Chris provided you with a comprehensive tour of the ward, showing you everything from the medicine room to the storage room, the patient's room to the pan room. He made sure you saw every nook and cranny there was to see. The doctors had already begun their morning rounds by the time you and him had completed what you were doing.

“Oh here are our Doctors…” Chris leaned on the tall counter of the nurse’s station and discreetly pointed towards the consultants that were around, “That tall, lanky doctor with circular glasses, that’s Dr. Martin, the other tall man next door in the black scrubs, that’s Dr. Strange, and the doctor in bed 17 is Dr. Hunt.”

Your eyes followed each person Chris was pointing at, “Dr. Strange? Is that really his name? You can’t be serious right?” You whispered quietly to Chris while leaning a bit close to him.

“I wish I wasn’t but that’s really his name.”

You smiled and cast a sidelong look at the Doctor as you laughed at his peculiar last name. When compared to the other two physicians who were there, he was clearly the younger of the three. To be a successful consultant at such a young age, he must have a lot of wit. It was extremely obvious from his posture and the way he carried himself that he is very proficient in his work and had a great deal of self-confidence. You couldn't deny that he had an unusually lovely appearance, particularly considering all of his white hairs on the side of his head. As soon as he took his eyes from the charts he was looking over, you instantly shifted your sight in the direction of somewhere else.

Jo who was standing right next to you and Chris joined the conversation, “Read his policies and techniques carefully though, especially if you’ll be teaching new starters. Dr. Strange is very particular and a perfectionist.”

Chris nodded in agreement, “Not trying to scare you but he can sometimes be a pain in the ass.”

“He’s arrogant isn’t he? I heard he always humiliates Dr. West.” Jo added.

“How do you find out about all this?” Chris chuckled at Jo’s gossip.

“My gosh, Chris. You should get out of your office for once, change some pads and gossip with orderlies—anyway… he can be a flirt so stay guarded and steer clear, imagine him like the forbidden fruit, you can look at him but don’t engage. You look like the type he goes for as well...” Jo warned you before leaving to go back to work.

You laughed at Jo’s comment to Chris and nudged the hunk on his ribs, “Hear that Chris?”

“I’ve had my fair share of shit and nappies thanks.” Chris chuckled and looked at you, "Jo's not kidding though, be careful with Dr. Strange, there's always a rumour that he's a flirt and made some people cry."

You stole another glimpse at the Doctor, but this time he was staring at you and Chris, with eyes that were slightly narrowed in response to the appearance of a new face. Were you Chris' girlfriend? If you were, then that guy has a lot of good luck on his side.

"He's looking. Let's get you to your office." Chris guided you to your office while whispering in your ear and standing behind you with his hand on the small of your back, making sure he gave Strange a fleeting glance before he entered your office in order to give the impression that you are off limits.

After Chris gave him a look, Stephen laughed to himself in response. He could probably assume that he's already told you about the rumours that are going about, that he flirts and "breaks hearts," but to him, it wasn't true. It wasn't his fault that certain individuals flocked to him at the first hint of attention he may give them. Stephen is of the opinion that people make far too many assumptions, or that they have an unrealistic fantasy of interacting with a Doctor.

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Chris gave you a list of the new starters and new grads who were going to be joining the ward in the next few days after you had finished unpacking and getting settled in. You didn't waste any more time and got right to printing and organising the transition modules and resources for the list of individuals. As the educator, it was your responsibility to help new nurses become comfortable in their roles and competent in the abilities necessary to perform neurosurgical procedures.

After getting up from your chair to perform some light stretching, you looked at your watch and saw that it was already beyond the time for lunch, “Shit—I better grab something to eat.”

You quickly grabbed your purse and headed over to Chris's office to offer an invitation to join you for lunch. Before going through the door, you gave the slightly ajar door a knock. When Chris saw you walk through the door, the look on his face changed from blank to delighted.

"Hey, want to grab something to eat?" You asked.

"I would love to… I just need to fix something, are you going downstairs?" He glanced at you from his desk and you nodded, "I'll meet you there. This won't take long."

"Alright, just come find me. I'll be at the food court."

You descended to go to the food court, and when you got there, you found that there was an unexpectedly large number of food outlets to pick from. You ultimately decided to get a sandwich for yourself, and since they packed it so carefully, you weren't even sure if you were going to be able to eat all of it.

You were so focused at watching your phone that when you felt a gentle squeeze on your shoulder you flinched thinking it was Chris, only to find Dr. Strange occupying the seat right next to you.

“You got here first.” He said that was the first time you heard his voice, it felt smoky in the ears, something about the low tenor in his voice was sexually attractive and mysterious.

You blinked at him, unsure if he mistaken you for someone else, “I-I’m sorry?”

��Aren’t you Nicole?” He tilted his head, looking slightly puzzled.

“No, I’m (Y/N).” You elicit an awkward chuckle, unable to take your eyes off of him. He looked handsome from far away but now that you could see him up-close and his blue orbs firmly locked into yours, you couldn't help but feel the heat reaching your cheeks.

“(Y/N)...” Your name left his full lips and he hummed, looking down with a breathy chuckle, “I guess I mistook you for someone else… I apologize.”

“It’s fine.”

You felt silly but the moment your eyes met, you felt something weird in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a while and your mind had completely forgotten about the warnings Jo and Chris mentioned about this man. Before getting up to answer his ringing phone, Stephen gave you a quick wry smirk as he assessed your features. After focusing on your own phone for the last five minutes, you felt his strong presence seated next to you once again.

“Can I sit here?” He asked, his body slightly facing towards you.

You look at him up and down, giving him an odd expression, “You’re already sitting there.”

Stephen responded with a full smile at your reply, nodding, “True. What I meant by that was, are you with someone right now?”

You pressed your lips together, shifting yourself in your seat to face him slightly as well, “No, I’m not. But aren’t you? I thought you mistook me for someone else.”

“I cancelled on her.”

You stopped yourself from taking a bite out of your sandwich, “Why’s that?”

“I just thought…” Stephen’s eyes scoured your face, lingering on your lips for a split second then back at your eyes again, “It’s not that urgent for me to meet her.”

Oh. You thought to yourself, and you discovered that your heart began to beat as he leaned in closer—god, this man smelled divine; his scent or whatever cologne he was wearing smelled like a warm embrace in the spring rain. Just the fragrance of him was enough to entice you to want to go closer, and give you the desire to bury your face in his chest and take a deep breath of him. But you leant back and lowered your head in the mistaken belief that he was going to kiss you, instead, his hands gently gripped your jaw, and his thumb firmly wiped the side of your lips.

"You got something on your lip.” Stephen informed you in a rich and sultry voice, warming the very bottom of your stomach.

It seemed as though your breath was becoming trapped in your throat. This man was giving you all the red flags, yet you found yourself shrinking beneath his soft but searing gaze and you couldn't find the words to deny him. It was an understatement when Jo referred to him as the ‘forbidden fruit’ of the ward because he wasn’t only that, he was also temptation itself in the form of a human, everything about him was hypnotic; his gaze, his presence, his scent, his voice. If you weren’t so self-conscious you would be openly swooning over him right now.

“S-stop looking at me like that.” You tried to keep your voice even because you didn't want the erratic pounding of your heart to reflect in your voice, but you ended up stumbling over your sentences anyway. You felt irritated by how flustered you felt. It made it worse when Stephen smiled at you in a kind and gentle manner, it made his eyes crinkle at the sides, and you felt like you’d been knocked in the chest.

“Why not?”

You cleared your throat and said, clearly and firmly this time, “It makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“(Y/N)!” You heard Chris' voice calling out to you, and with him now being there, it seemed as if you were being removed from the water. You held your breath until Stephen dropped his hand and leant back as Chris approached the two of you, “Doctor Strange, I see you finally met our new educator.” Chris flashed a fake smile towards Stephen and placed his hand above your shoulder.

“Oh? So you’re the new educator? You’re the talk of the ward,” Stephen paused and studied you intently one more time before getting up, “I could definitely see why. Well, I better get going. I can’t wait to work with you… (Y/N). Chris.” Stephen nodded at Chris and took his leave whilst dialling up a number on the phone.

“You alright? He didn’t do anything weird did he?” Chris took the spot where Stephen used to be and checked up on you because of your dazed expression.

“No. He just mistook me for someone else.” You shook your head and waved your hands dismissively. Chris very slightly squinted his eyes but didn’t question you any further, “Go get something to eat, I’ll wait for you here.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

You felt a tingling sensation on the side of your skin, and you reached out and stroked them with trembling fingers. His touch remained on your lips, and when you turned around to search for Stephen, he was no longer in sight. No one else has had the nerve to approach you with such brazen confidence as he did before; as a result, he roused a dormant part of you, a part of you that you were unaware even existed.

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constant-mason24 · 1 year

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The Fall of Raccoon City- Chapter Five (Leon Kennedy x Reader AU)

Enter the survival horror

(Y/n) sat at the edge of her seat, biting her nails until they hurt. She glanced around the room at the other members of Alpha team. Chris is leaning against the wall by his desk, and if it weren’t for his heavily furrowed brow, he would’ve looked entirely unfazed. Jill sat at her own desk, pen and paper sat before her untouched as her gaze never left the radio sitting on the desk next to hers. Wesker was stood by the door to the weapons locker, looking as cool, calm, and collected as ever, and Barry Burton was rubbing his hands over his face, looking as tired as (Y/n) felt. Everyone was nearly still as a statue, only making small, slow movements as everyone waited in anticipation.

Bravo team had been silent since yesterday. Something was clearly amiss. Yet, everyone sat waiting. For what, exactly?

(Y/n) glanced again to Wesker, who almost really did look like a statue. “Sir?” She broke the silence, taking a deep but shaky breath as she did.

“Yes. Let’s get ready to move.”

And it was like a bomb went off. Everybody was immediately grabbing their gear, throwing on whatever parts of their uniforms they were missing. The sudden bustling movement would have surely made (Y/n) flinch if she hadn’t immediately jumped into action the same as everyone else. She pulled on a thick protective vest over her clothing before reaching for the duffle bag Barry was holding out to her. She took a walkie-talkie from the bag, handing it back to Barry with a nod as he moved on to the next person. Just as she grabbed her pistol from the collection of weapons, everyone began to filter out of the room, and she followed them closely, not wanting to be too far behind for even a second. Throughout this entire moment, not a person spoke, not even once. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if it made the knot that had settled in her stomach since yesterday worse or better.

She followed the rest of her team, finding herself hanging rather closely to Chris. She didn’t want to make it obvious, to have her teammates judge her for being afraid, but if either he or Jill noticed that she was holding him to that promise he had made her before, neither of them showed any signs of care. With a deep breath, she reminded herself that their other teammates were now missing. It was likely Chris and Jill were at least a bit afraid or concerned as well. She knew them both rather well now. Chris may tease her in a more casual setting, but she knew he wouldn’t judge her for being afraid. He would instead try to help her through it. (Y/n) let herself hold onto the back of Chris’ shirt as she followed him to the roof. He glanced back at her with a soft comforting smile.

As the S.T.A.R.S. unit moved through the RPD, other officers cleared the way. It was like a small army marching through the fanciful halls of an art museum turned police station. (Y/n) noticed one of the officers watching them pass was Leon, who offered her a smile and a wave. She waved back, feeling her next breath come a little easier to her now.

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“Shit. Guess that means the other squad is in trouble.” Officer Carlsen muttered as he and Leon watched the S.T.A.R.S. members pass through.

“They’re the rescue team?” Leon asked, suddenly worried about his new friend's safety. She had looked pretty confident as she passed…

“The rescue team for the rescue team.” Carlsen chuckled to himself. “Still, if Bravo team is down and they’re sending in Alpha… those murders in the woods must be a bigger problem than we thought.”

“I hope everything’s alright,” Leon muttered to himself as they disappeared through another door down the hall.

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(Y/n) carefully stepped over a fallen branch, looking out at the surrounding woods as Frost emerged from the wreckage of Bravo team’s heli. She looked over to him, as most of the others did, and he shook his head.

“Shit!” Chris cursed, turning his attention to the ground as he looked for some kind of trail to follow. Wesker wandered a bit ahead, flashing his light to his right as he moved. (Y/n) brought her focus to her own beam of light as she moved hers across the scenery before her. She had always been fond of trees, finding beauty in the trees that surrounded the city, but now she found them horrifying. The ambiance was dark and menacing as fog twisted between the trunks of the barren trees. Why did the leaves have to fall so early this year? It would have been a lot less eerie if the beautiful red and gold leaves were still in their place.

Soon the footsteps of her wandering teammates moving through the leaves began to fade into the background as she focused her hearing on any signs of life outside their own squad. (Y/n) kept moving, listening both for her missing comrades and anything that could have possibly caused them to crash and scatter to the winds. Soon the silence that had formed around her was shattered with a loud bang!

A gunshot. From who?

She whipped her head toward the direction it seemed to have come from and saw Frost on the ground, being ripped to shred by wild dogs. Before she could really react, Jill was already emptying her magazine into the mutts, but it didn’t seem to help. Bullet after bullet hit the dogs and they hardly even flinched. Once (Y/n) heard the telltale click of Jill’s now empty gun, she moved to stand beside her, watching as the dog closest to them shifted its attention from Frost’s now thoroughly mauled corpse, to them.

“Holy shit.” (Y/n) muttered, as the dog began to curl its seemingly half-decayed lip into a growl. The monstrous hound looked as though it was melting, flesh falling from the bones as it drooled and bled everywhere. Jill took a step back, and (Y/n) carefully reached for the other woman’s shoulder, trying to get her to move.

It was too late. The dog began to rush at the women, and Jill stumbled back into (Y/n) causing them both to fall over. The dog lunged and (Y/n) screamed, falling to the side in a pitiful attempt to doge as she was pinned beneath her friend. Another shot rang out, and the dog flew right over the two ladies’ heads. (Y/n) whipped around to see the dog landed behind her, and Chris pointed his gun at the other mutts, who were now beginning to leave their dead comrade’s corpse as well.

“Let’s go.” (Y/n) pushed Jill off of her and to her feet, feeling Chris do the same to her. They all spun around and took off running in the opposite direction, hearing the growling and barks of the rabid animals chasing after them. The dogs were fast, and (Y/n) wasn’t too sure she would be able to outrun them for long.

“Are those things what have been doing this?” (Y/n) isn’t even sure if her thoughts are coming out coherently, but Chris seems to have understood her anyway.

“I don’t know. We need to get the hell away from them before we’re next!”

“Look!” Jill yelled out, pointing up as they kept pushing themselves to move faster than the beasts behind them. (Y/n) raised her hands to block out the light shining down directly into her eyes- the light coming from their now retreating helicopter.

“Brad? Where the hell is he going?!” Chris yelled. (Y/n) couldn’t respond as she felt one of the little monsters catching right up to her heel. She gave herself one string push forward before turning and raising her gun to the beast. She pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight through the animal's skull and stopping it in its tracks. It crashed into her, though, nearly knocking her over for a second time. She was caught by Chris, who yelled out as a third dog jumped right toward his face. The dog was sent flying by a bullet again, this time shot by Wesker who was behind them.

“Chris, this way!” He yelled out, laying down cover fire as Jill pulled them both to their feet and they began running away from the beasts again. (Y/n) noticed Barry join Wesker’s side, firing at the mutts as a building began to appear through the trees ahead.

“Make for that mansion!” Chris yelled, turning to take out another dog behind them. Somehow more had appeared, and (Y/n) was beginning to feel like things would only get worse from here.

Caught up in all the action, she completely missed the tree branch knocked to the ground in front of her and tripped over it, flying forward and landing on her bad hip with an “Oof!” She tried to pick herself up off the ground, but her hip gave out immediately, and she collapsed face down onto the ground again. Barry and Wesker stopped with her, with Wesker laying out fire while Barry helped her up. She put her arm around his shoulder, letting him take most of her weight as she limped toward the gate to the mansion ahead, praying it gave them some sort of safety from the horrible creatures in the woods.

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MEET MIRA GAUTHAM. SHE IS 27 YEARS OLD LIVING IN LINCOLN CITY, OREGON AND WORKING AS A CRITICAL CARE NURSE.

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full name: mira gautham

nickname: em

age: twenty-seven

date of birth: august 1st

zodiac: leo

hometown: lincoln city, oregon

current residence: lincoln city, oregon

extracurricular activities: newspaper (anonymous), science club, st. mary's loving heart

gender identity: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: demisexual

faceclaim: anya chalotra

Before

Mira grew up with certain expectations, one of them being that she would go to school, get her degree, and find a job that would allow her to achieve a level of comfort her parents worked tirelessly for. Her parents owned one of the major furniture stores in town, and while it paid the bills and allowed them to raise Mira with certain comforts, they still had to struggle unlike many of their neighbors. So all she heard when she was a kid, is that some day she would become a doctor. The first in the family. As a young girl she accepted the fact. When her second grade teacher asked her what she wanted to be, and to write it down on her dream board, she put doctor. In seventh grade when she went to a job fair, she didn't consider any of the other options, she just went right up to the one the medical professional was speaking from and stayed there for hours. When she was in her junior year of college, her mother had her sign up for seminar classes at the local community college in order to beef up her college applications. She never really thought she had any other options, because her parents made it clear she didn't. Because she was so concerned with making sure she was living up to her parents expectations, and make a good impression on her teachers and future college application reviewers, she did not try hard to socialize. In fact, her social skills were incredibly poor, and often what her teachers brought up to her parents during parent teacher conferences, or on the back of report cards. Mira did not know how to connect with many of the kids her age. She often played with dolls by herself during indoor time, and at recess would either sit alone near the playground, or be pulled into group activities just to end up the butt of a joke. When she made it to high school, her inability to connect with kids she had been attending the same school as since she was five immediately cast her as a weirdo. And outcast. High school was when she realized her future was not up to her parents, and she could choose a different path if she so chose. And after numerous talks with her school counselor she realized she didn't want to be a doctor. She was, however, very gifted in both math and science, and thought perhaps some job in the medical field might be an option, if nothing else struck her fancy. This was also when Mira became an observer. She had a hard time connecting with those around her, so instead she watched. And slowly, she began to pick up on people's secrets and lies. Things they wanted no one else to see. And she saw everything, because she was invisible. With this knowledge she began writing anonymously for the school paper. Every time the group would meet for the next issue, she'd find the editor after everyone else went home to receive her assignment, and soon she became the official voice of the school's gossip and advice column. She didn't go to the party because she wanted to do the dares. She went there to find out who was doing dares, and any other information she could find. But she wasn't expecting the night to go how it did, or to essentially be lumped into a tragic event with a group of people she was certain did not know her name.

After

After Chris disappeared, Mira watched the effect it had on most of her classmates. How many of them seemed to break and wither and suffer, and in that moment she was silently thankful for the emotional distance she had with most of them. Of all the times she desperately wished for a best friend, this was the moment she was thankful she didn't have one. Mira graduated high school with good grades and an acceptance into a state school. She smiled as her parents told her they were proud of their future doctor and bit her tongue from saying that was not in the cards. She went to college and spent the whole first semester spiraling about opening up to her parents about how uninterested she was in following their dreams. That paired with the sudden freedom to do and be whoever she wanted, without having to constantly report to her parents, had her almost failed out of school. Her parents found out when she was forced to show them her grades, and after a yelling and tears, her voice was finally heard. It was not necessarily agreed with, her father still to this day mentions how she could have been a successful surgeon, but with guidance from her counselor Mira joined the nursing program and was able to find some happiness in her career. Unlike most of her classmates, Mira did not move away from Lincoln City at the first opportunity. She stayed in town, got a nursing job at the hospital, found an apartment she could afford and adopted a cat. She still see's her parents frequently and has since gone to therapy to help work through the bouts of social anxiety she developed over the years. If you were to see her today, you might not recognize her. Mira doesn't think about Chris often, which is surprising as it sometimes feels the town hasn't moved on. But when the invitation came in the mail, she couldn't help but look at her life and think, I wouldn't be mad shoving my accomplishments in the faces of my old classmates, and watching them crack in front of me once more. She is certain most of them haven't dealt with the trauma of Chris disappearing, and she is oh so excited to have a bit of entertainment again.

Wanted Connections

the school yard bully (-). everyone has a bully and mira had multiple. people called her weird or creepy and that didn't change as she got older. pranks became more subtle but more hurtful and these people found their daily enjoyment through making mira's high school hell. (open to 2 people)

the science partner (+). they sat at the same lab table during biology and mira had expected to do all the work. however, this person was able to hold their own and together they earned the highest grades in the class. there is a mutual respect there, and perhaps they even convinced mira to join the science club.

the grieving patient (+/-). mira is a critical care nurse at the hospital, and she see's many patients daily, but this person is someone she really feels for. perhaps they aren't an actual patient but someone in their family is and so mira has seen them visiting her patient numerous times.

the one-time thing (+/-). they both stayed in town and as mira came into her own, she was able to find a confidence she lacked in school. these two met a few years back one night at a bar and after reconnected over numerous drinks, they slept together. mira keeps saying its a one time thing but keeps finding herself back in their bed.

Taken Connections

chris wilder (+/-). the boy who lives on. chris has always lived on, even if he disappeared ten years ago. mira had no positive or negative feelings regarding chris, but she definitely is curious about what was going on with him the night of the party and why he was so willing to jump in a dark lake without a second thought. was he self sabotaging? if so, why?

iris argylle (+). the editor in chief. there is only one person who knew that mira was apart of the newspaper, and that was iris. after every meeting mira would meet with iris to get her assignment, and after a while both girls realized the information mira was collecting about her fellow classmates could be useful. mira was one of iris's main sources of information when she was collecting blackmail material on her fellow party goers after chris disappeared.

kiara joshi (+) the adult best friend. kiara and mira happened to see the same therapist, and found this out a few years ago when they ran into each other in the waiting room. recognizing each other from high school, they ended up reconnecting and forming a close bond. kiara is one of the first people mira has actually been able to call a friend, especially after working on her own internal issues. it's nice, to have a connection with someone who doesn't judge her based on who she was as a child, and she feels like she'd finally found a friendship she has seen in movies.

rhys carter (+). the old coworker. mira worked at the local drug store in high school as a cashier. her parents were adamant she had a part time job to develop a good work ethic young. rhys worked the cash register across from her and after many shifts together, began to bond during their downtime. somehow their conversations were either always incredibly deep, or stupid. no in between.

michael geary (-). the person of interest. in high school, mira spent most of her time observing people, michael being one of them. unlike most of their peers, she was able to see through his facade and called him out on it. he doesn't like that he can't manipulate her, and she doesn't like the games he plays.

peter masley (+). the oblivious crush. mira sat behind them in freshman history class and when they were kind enough to let her use their pencil during the first week of school, mira developed a deep crush on them. it lasted all throughout high school, but she never got the courage to do anything about it, and this person was completely unaware. she still thinks about them to this day, and a part of her is hoping to run into them and potentially finally act on those dormant feelings.

noah park (-). the secret best friend. this person was one of the only friends mira had growing up. maybe they met in elementary school or were next door neighbors and were able to find common interests and have fun, but when they got to middle school everything change. mira was dubbed the weird girl and this person didn't want to be publicly associated with her. when she was younger mira didn't care that their friendship was kept secret, but looking back on it as an adult, she knows that wasn't what she deserved.

zeppelin cardoso (+). the late night talker. whenever mira gets through with a shift that ends in the middle of the night, she finds herself going to the same restaurant and being waited on by the same person, zeppelin. sometimes they're both so tired they dont speak at all, and other times they have some of the most enjoyable conversations.

Extras

pinterest || playlist

#{they count me out time and time again || mira gautham}#{the less you say the more i know || intro}

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could we get some headcanons for Toby and Chris? Specifically ones that ignore how toxic their relationship is lol but still takes place during canon. Basically everything’s the same for the most part except Keller is a decent human being and loves his silly boyfriend

Lol okay I’ll write out their trademark toxicity😂 This one will be a more fluffy version of their relationship. Like the actual relationship part.

(Occurred to me when I finished this that you may have meant canon as in “boyfriends in Oz” whereas I wrote boyfriends out of Oz. If I misinterpreted, because I think that would be cool to write and even if you don’t want it I may write it anyway, just reask “Beecher X Keller in Oz”. I just get a lot of out of Oz asks so it’s my default.)

Tobias Beecher X Chris Keller (Fluff)…

Okay so they’re finally boyfriends. Fuck Schillinger. Fuck Oz. They belong to each other.

They’re a very kissy couple. Some couples are very cuddly some are very huggy, I think they’re very kissy.

They like to say hello with a kiss. Chris leaning down to kiss Beecher’s head. Beecher kissing Keller’s neck to get his attention. Kissing each other’s hands and every single finger just to feel one another.

Holly is VERY protective of her dad. She immediately distrusts Keller. He initially tries to win her trust like he would any woman’s. He buys her a bracelet with lots of charms (they’re like lipstick and nail polish charms and she doesn’t like it at all). Realizing his error, he gets her a new bracelet with the Arsenal cannon on it and a soccer ball. Better, but she’s still uneasy.

Beecher doesn’t want to tell her about his relationship with Keller. He thinks it might confuse her after her mom and Gary’s death. What confuses her is the ambiguity.

One day, Beecher is dressing upstairs. Keller comes in and sees only Holly. He tries to make small talk, asking about school, but she stops him.

“Look, I know you like my dad the way my mom liked my dad. I know what gay is. If you’re gonna be his boyfriend, we have some ground rules.”

Keller can’t stifle a laugh. She’s very serious and perceptive for her age.

“Okay, Holly. That’s fair. What’re your terms?”😂

“Keep the sex quiet.”

Keller barks a loud laugh and nods his head. Seemed fair. She started talking about her dad and how he was a nice guy. Keller agreed. He sat down with her, handed her a pen and paper, and told her to draft all her terms for him. He’s grinning ear to ear. At least the kid was talking to him.

Beecher comes down to a full constitutional write up of all their rights and responsibilities.

“I need something to call you.”

“Chris.”

“But you’re an adult.” She shook her head. “‘Dad’ and ‘dad’ will get too confusing. How about ‘Dad’ and ‘Pop’. You’ll be Pop.”

He’s genuinely honored by this. He shakes her hand and signs the form. He reads the byline at the bottom. Take care of my dad, please.

After that, they become a family of three.

Keller really buckles down and gets to know Beecher.

He knows how Beecher likes his steak (medium) and when Holly isn’t around, makes jokes like “who doesn’t like a hot pink center”, which Beecher always rolls his eyes to.

Keller is picky about vegetables. He hates them “Al dente”. Loves his broccoli and Brussels sprouts to be cooked through completely.

Keller’s a steak and potatoes guy, but Beecher likes to try new things so suddenly all his food has balsamic reductions and lemon Parmesan this and soy sauce and honey that. Keller would be just as happy with salt and pepper.

Keller’s nicknames for Beecher: Beech Ball, Toby, Tobes, Tobert (don’t ask), sweet lips, Goldie locks, baby, love.

Beecher’s nicknames for Keller: Chris, Chrissy (playful), Topher (Chris hates this one), bright eyes, and the classic babe.

Chris likes to do this thing where in public, he’ll narrate other people’s conversations to Beecher, usually making them outlandish or completely sexual. Beecher is usually telling him to stop through tears of laughter. 😆

Beecher is a window shopper. Loves seeing things at the mall and going “ooh! Let’s go see that! What? I just wanna look.”

Holly and Chris usually side eye each other and take bets on how long he’ll really be.

“Ten minutes.”

“I’ll take thirty, pop.”

“You’re on.”

Keller has an unresolved sweet tooth. He’ll tell Beecher to go get the essentials at the store, guiding Holly to go with him.

“We’re just gonna go look at the toys.” -Chris, sly smile not fooling anyone.

“No candy, Chris. I’ve got dinner in the crock pot.” -Tobias, lover of Pinterest crock pot recipes.

“I just wanna go see the Minecraft legos, dad.” -Holly, already thinking of the candy spree Chris is gonna take her on.

When they come back, Chris and Holly have a cart filled with gummy coke bottles, M&Ms (peanut, regular, peanut butter, and caramel), caramel apple lollipops, and all the fun bubble gums.

Toby rolls his eyes as Chris and Holly high five.

They get a small karaoke machine for the house for when Holly has her friends over. The boys get more use out of it than she does.

“I’ll tell you what I want what ai really really want!” -Toby

“So tell me what you want what you really really want!” -Chris

“Dad. Pop. Stop.” -Holly

Both are dads that do not get embarrassed easily.

Before Holly and Adebayo officially start dating, Chris notices the two of them saying goodbye when he and Toby pick her up from school.

“It’ll be funny.” Chris insists.

“Not to Holly.” Beecher reasoned, smiling the whole time.

“Im doing it.” Chris lays on the horn to get Holly’s attention. She and Ade turn to the car where Chris yells out; “Holly! Who’s your cute friend?”

Holly and Ade turn bright red and Beecher and Keller crack up in the car. Holly is not amused.

“You two need help.”

Couples costumes are fun. Surprisingly, Beecher’s the one who needs to be convinced.

“I’ll be Han. You can be Leia.”

“Pass.”

“Indiana Jones and Marian?”

“Why is it always Harrison Ford with you?”

“…The Fugitive? I’ll be Kimble, you be… his kid.”

They alternate picking movies. They have strong opinions.

“Chris, I will break up with you if you call Die Hard a Christmas movie again.”

“Takes place during Christmas, don’t it? Check and mate, bitch.”

Forces Keller to watch one of their favorite movies together; A Fish Called Wanda (1988).

“I’m like Cleese and you’re like Curtis, right?” -Chris

“Cleese, the bumbling innocent lawyer and Curtis the manipulative flirty criminal? Yeah, you’re the chick this time, buddy.” -Toby

“Who’s Kline?” -Chris

“…Robson.” -Toby

They both crack up.

They show Holly their favorite 80s movies and then struggle to explain the problematic stuff.

“So she didn’t know it was him, and he had sex with her? Idk guys, it’s not a good look at least.”

Both have their heads in their hands by the end, unable to speak.

Chris works lots of nights and Beecher works during the day, but they always make time for each other. Beecher goes to Keller’s bar and sits at the end. Chris comes to deliver lunch to Toby at work.

Their show together is Cheers. Keller likes Sam Malone and Beecher likes Frazier. Holly watch’s with them and likes Lilith.

“If I were Sam, I’d stop wasting my time on Diane and Rebecca and jump the bones of the cute intellectual that comes in every day.” Keller says, leaning into Beecher and licking his ear. Toby blushes.

“Cute bad boys look like his type.”

“Cute?”

“Shut up, baby.” Toby laughs.

“Guys.” Holly interjects with a monotone. “Get several rooms, please.”

They do “the switch” every time they go out for food.

Keller gets the croutons on Beecher’s salad and Beecher gets the tomato on Keller’s burger.

One time, Beecher orders a ribeye, medium and it comes out rare. Beecher can’t eat it but refuses to call over their server, as he doesn’t want to “bother her”. Keller can’t contain his laughter.

“Just tell her to cook it more, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, but she’ll just feel like she messed up and it’s really not her fault.”

“Babe, your steak is still mooing.”

“Chris, it’s fine. I’ll eat it like this.” Cuts off a piece and goes to take a bite when he hears Keller moo softly from his seat. “Chris, I swear to God.”

Keller is still mooing softly and Beecher is kicking him under the table when the server comes over to ask how things are.

“Burger is cooked to perfection. We need a couple more minutes on the steak though, hon”. Keller lets her know, informing Beecher’s blushing face.

Every time a restaurant gets Toby’s order wrong, Keller is the one to ask for the right thing.

Keller and Holly play video games together. They start off with Call of Duty and move onto Halo. She even gets him into Minecraft.

“Punch that tree.”

“Punch? The tree?”

“That’s how you get wood until you build an axe.”

One day, Chris walks into Holly crying at her desk. Apparently some older kids completely ransacked her base.

Keller is livid.

Joins the world and makes it his personal mission to track them down and make them pay.

He finds their camp and waits for night to completely take it down. He brought buckets of lava, kept his inventory empty to take Holly’s stuff back, and even lures a hoard of monsters to their home and lets them through the gates.

He waits for them to rebuild and then he just tears it down again. He does this every day for a month. By the end, there’s a chest at the front labeled: “For KillerKeller1998, please stop destroying our stuff.”

Keller gives Holly the coordinates and they build her base back together. She’s got more than before.

“That’s what you’ve got to do, Hols. Every time they take from you, you take double from them. Until they can’t afford to keep picking on you.”☠️

Keller dresses up like Santa on Christmas. It’s not fooling Holly in the slightest but she plays along because she knows it makes them happy.

After they put Holly to bed, Tobias makes them hot chocolate downstairs.

“If you add ginger it’s supposed to bring out the flavor.”

“Another Pinterest hack?”

“…shut up.”

Keller forces Beecher to sit on his lap and tell him what he wants for Christmas.

Beecher’s laughing quietly the whole time just so Holly can sleep.

“C’mon, I’m serious.” He slaps his thighs. “Park it here, baby, I wanna make that holiday wish come true.”

Beecher sits on his lap, still giggling and supporting both of their hot chocolates by now.

“And what would you like, little boy?” Keller boomed for effect.

“Toy fire truck.” 🚒

“Fuck you, what do you really want?”

“Pretty sure Santa doesn’t say fuck you.”

“He does when someone’s spitting bullshit. What do you want?”

Tobias thought for a second, touching his hair and rubbing around his eyes. Chris knows he’s trying not to cry.

“I just… I don’t want this to be a dream. I don’t want to wake up back in Oz.”

Keller drops the act and holds his boyfriend.

“We got each other, we got Holly, that’s the most important thing.”

Beecher and Keller are two doofus dads just trying to give Holly the best life.

For every holiday, they do something special. For Christmas, it’s watching old movies in their pjs. For Halloween it’s watching scary movies and teasing Beecher. For Mardi Gras, Keller hops to the roof and throws beads off for her.

Beecher always finds couples activities for them. Like he asks Keller to take him swing dancing. Keller thinks its stupid as fuck but Beecher flashes those puppy eyes and Keller just can’t say no.

Keller complains like a bitch the whole first lesson, and Toby stops off in a huff. Holly lets him know he fucked up.

“He bought those oxfords specifically for that class.”

Keller talks to Beecher about it, and Beecher is a little heated at first. Keller tries goofing him out of it.

“Your honor, I would like to present the case that one Christopher Keller is not that big an ass.”

Toby’s giggling again, and Chris pulls him onto his lap and kisses his forehead.

Toby admits he had a crush on James Dean and thought the idea of Keller in a leather jacket swing dancing with him was sexy.

Beecher comes home the next day to find Keller there, in jeans and a leather jacket, cigarette hanging off his lips, smirk on his face.

Good god he almost spontaneously ejaculated.

Keller treats him right the whole night, takes him swing dancing, and even finds a fifties Pop a Top open, and grabs hot dogs and Cokes after.

They’re in the booth, and Beecher is cuddling Keller.

“Thanks, Dean.” He whispers.

“Yeah, yeah.” Keller takes a bite of his hot dog. “So when’re you gonna dress up like Michelle Pfeiffer for me?”

Beecher actually does on Keller’s birthday. Long satin number like in Scarface. Keller is speechless.

Neither proposes to the other. They’re happy in their domestic partnership, a ring is just a ring, right?

Well, one night, after dinner, Holly makes a PowerPoint presentation to show them.

“This is why we make a good family.”

Holly takes them through their relationship and everything they’ve done as a family.

Keller and Beecher are holding hands, looking at pictures of themselves on birthdays and anniversaries.

They laugh at Keller holding a snake at Beecher’s face on a wildlife preservation. They cry at Keller seeing Gary’s grave for the first time because Beecher wanted them to meet.

Holly concludes the presentation with a picture of all three of them together at a restaurant. Beecher’s stealing Keller’s fries and Keller is giving Holly a noogie.

“Holly, that’s lovely.”

“Yeah, thanks, kid.”

“So… do it.”

They’re both still a little confused. Holly rolls her eyes and pulls out two rings. They’re cracker jack box rings. They’re engraved. “I love you, dad”. She admits she spent her allowance on the engravings.

“Like in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Daddy, sing moon river.”

The guys are a little stunned. They just keep exchanging looks. Keller breaks first, laughing his goddamn ass off.

“The balls on this kid.” -*has never been prouder* turns to Beecher with a grin on his face. “How bout it, hon. Wanna get married?”

Beecher is speechless. Keller and Holly just keep looking at him expectantly.

“Of course. I… thank you, Holly.”

Later that night, they’re about to go to bed, and Keller stops Beecher and hands him some legal papers.

“Divorcing me already? I’ll be the first Ex Mr Keller.”

“Shut up and read, dummy.”

“I… these are adoption papers.”

“Didn’t want to tell the kid before I ran it by you first. In case you weren’t on board. I’d understand. I still want to marry you, Tobes. But I want everything that comes with that.”

“You…”

“I want to marry you and legally adopt Holly. What’s so damn difficult to understand?”

Beecher thinks about this for a second. He’d never considered that Keller wanted to adopt Holly.

“You realize… if we split… if I wanted to… I could get child support from you?”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t… that’s not a thought in your mind? I’m giving you free legal advice.”

Keller smiles his shark like grin.

“We’re not gonna split so it’s not a concern.”

“But if we do-“

“Then it would be an honor to get to help raise her, even through child support. She’s an amazing kid, Tobes.”

“Chris, I’m just… this is legal adoption. You can’t just be done with it whenever-“

Chris is on his feet, nose to nose with Beecher, but it’s not threatening.

“I’m not ever gonna be done with you, Toby. Or Holly. You guys gave me a life. I want both of you to be mine. Legally. Visit you guys in the hospital or go on trips as a family. Share my healthcare with you guys and provide for you. She wants two dads right? Not just one dad and dad’s boyfriend? Then I want all of it. All the rights and responsibilities of my child.”

Beecher and Keller spoon all night, talking it over. But Beecher’s already said yes. Because Keller called her “my child”.

He they take Holly to the movies and then to the fair. Keller wins her a bigass squishmallow shaped like a frog. They buy her popcorn and cokes all day!

“Am I dying guys?”

They take Holly aside and give her the space to respond however she’s going to.

“Holly?”

“Yeah, pop?”

Keller’s never been so nervous in his life.

Beecher starts.

“First of all, I want to make it clear. If this isn’t something you want, it’s not something that’s going to happen. And if you say no, you’re not changing anything. Chris and I are still getting married.”

“Jesus, what? You’re scaring me.”

Chris gets her attention and holds her hand.

“Holly, I’ve never had any kids. You’re the first. But I want you to really be the first. There are certain legal and medical benefits to this.”

“Just say what you want to say.”

“I… I want to legally adopt you so that Toby and I have equal rights over you. Medical decisions. Emergency contact. Custody if we ever… well,” he smiled to himself. “No point worrying about what’s not gonna happen. Point is, ball’s in your court. Or… goalie box? I don’t know a thing about soccer. Whatever you want.”

“So like, if I skipped school they’d call you?”

“Yeah.”

“And if I had a stomach ache and dad was busy you could come and get frosties with me?”

“Not sure how a frosty would help a stomach ache, but yeah sure.”

“And when kids at school say you’re not my real dad or I can’t have two dads I can just be like uh no, stupid, it’s legal.”

“You can do that anyway, but again, sure.”

She lunges into his arms and hugs her new *official* dad.

He adopts her a week before the wedding. (So her adoption day could be its own special day)

She’s their ring bearer. Holly insisted on wearing a suit to match her dads’.

It’s a nice, simple church wedding.

Toby finds Chris in back of the Church after service. He looks upset.

“Remember when I said I wish God would choose me.”

“I do recall.”

“I think he did.”

Toby smiles and pulls his husband over into his arms. He kisses the new Mr. Keller-Beecher on the head.

“Me too.”❤️

#hbo oz #oz meme #chris keller #tobias beecher #holly beecher #this one was sugary sweet

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Name: Emmit Hanson Age: 34 Town Occupation: Teacher / Supermarket Keeper Previous Occupation: Actor Redwood Resident Length: Newly Arrived Faceclaim: Chris Colfer

Bullet Points:

Despite being quite adamant that his father leaving didn’t bother him, the more it bothered him. He never told his mother this but he tried reaching out to his dad a few times - once on his sixteenth birthday and once to invite him to his wedding. Both times his father never answered.

A month before Darian was bitten, Darian found a young cat and gave him to Emmit as a gift. Emmit named him Jean. He was the last gift Darian ever gave him.

He has Darian’s and his wedding rings on his necklace and never goes anywhere without them.

Some of his more notable roles were in Music Camp as Kurt McKay for all six seasons, two seasons of Boston Hot as Tony Marks, Eye of the Storm as Carson Hale and Absolutely Gorgeous as Corey Dawes.

Biography:

From an early age, Emmit wanted to be a star. He loved music, he loved movies and he loved plays. When he was five his mother took him to see Les Miserables and he was head over little tiny Converse shoes in love with the lights and the show business. While his mother was incredibly supportive and did her best to get her son into acting lessons and music lessons, his dad was a real man’s man. When Emmit was eight his father left, having moved to Florida from Vancouver, but not before leaving signed divorce papers on the kitchen counter. Honestly, Emmit was fine with that. He never really got along with his dad so it was no skin off his back. His mother was worried, though, and had put him in counseling to work through his father leaving but even the therapist said that Emmit was a well-adjusted kid.

In middle school he got the star role in his first production. It was almost too perfect. Every production after he was either the lead or one of the main cast. The older he grew the more he started to really develop who he was and discovered his sexuality. To the surprise of no one, really, Emmit came out his freshman year of high school as gay. For the first few weeks he was bullied about it but much like the kid he was, he didn’t let it get to him. He was a tough kid and no one was going to get to him. After a while they gave up. It also helped that he became one of the most influential people in the Drama Club and his senior year, he was scouted by a talent agent who landed him in a few small movie roles.

Now Emmit loved the spotlight and he loved the movie business but eventually the fame started to become a bit too much. He took a break from acting to help with his mother who had suffered a heart attack. That’s when he met the handsome nurse who had been tending to his mom, Darian. The two hit it off rather quickly, although Emmit was somewhat new to relationships. Well, real relationships. He found joy in the romance and the dating and the sweet little things. They dated for a few years until Darian finally popped the question. The engagement was a lot shorter as they married in five months. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Eventually they found a small group that had been out hunting for their settlement and they took Darian and Emmit in. Everything was great, but eventually the settlement fell apart. The leaders were getting a little too totalitarian for their liking. So they left. Darian had a plan - they were going to head to the coast, find an ocean side property and build their own life together where they could grow old together. At least, that was the plan. A few weeks ago while on the road, Darian got bit by a Walker. Emmit stayed with him until he transitioned and when he did, he put him out of his misery. Now on his own, Emmit didn’t know what to do so he figured he would head further South and live the dream that he and Darian always wanted.

#redwood.characters

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Name: Emmit Hanson Age: 34 Community Job: Teacher & Supermarket Keeper Job Before: Former Actor, Retired Reside in: Small home close to the Supermarket How long have they been in Redwood?: Newly Arrived Family: Darian (Husband, deceased), Jean (cat) Status: Widower Faceclaim: Chris Colfer

Until it wasn’t.

People were starting to come in sick and Darian had been working overtime at the hospital to help out. Emmit, having left the spotlight to support his husband, had been at home watching the news. That’s how he learned about the zombie outbreak. He quickly called the hospital to make sure Darian was okay. He was - thankfully. Darian came home and immediately the two began to plan on how to survive this. For a few months, everything was okay, but as the world changed and began to shut down, they knew they had to move. They couldn’t just hunker down and wait for everything to be okay. So they packed a few bags and began their trek South into the States after hearing about survivor settlements. Eventually they found a small group that had been out hunting for their settlement and they took Darian and Emmit in. Everything was great, but eventually the settlement fell apart. The leaders were getting a little too totalitarian for their liking. So they left. Darian had a plan - they were going to head to the coast, find an ocean side property and build their own life together where they could grow old together. At least, that was the plan. A few weeks ago while on the road, Darian got bit by a Walker. Emmit stayed with him until he transitioned and when he did, he put him out of his misery. Now on his own, Emmit didn’t know what to do so he figured he would head further South and live the dream that he and Darian always wanted.

Headcanons:

A month before Darian was bitten, Darian found a young cat and gave him to Emmit as a gift. Emmit named him Jean. He was the last gift Darian ever gave him.

He has Darian’s and his wedding rings on his necklace and never goes anywhere without them.

Some of his more notable roles were in Music Camp as Kurt McKay for all six seasons, two seasons of Boston Hot as Tony Marks, Eye of the Storm as Carson Hale and Absolutely Gorgeous as Corey Dawes.

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