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HIATUS NOTICE: due to a lot of reasons, that i will not get into at this moment in time, i am taking a hiatus on this blog. i will be back. probably in a few weeks or so, i just have a lot of irl stuff to focus on. when i come back, i likely will be dropping all threads or a lot of them for a fresh restart, just as a warning and will probably revamp/remake my blog for a fresh start. i thank you for your patience and look forward to writing with y’all again in the near future. if you want my discord feel free to im me or comment on here and i will send it to you.

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following peeps on my new chris account so if you get a follow from there — that’s why!! feel free to unfollow me here <3.

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i have to make a new carrd and ugh i don’t wanna.

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chris should get a dog. specifically a german shepard he finds that also has heterochromia. helps him with his ptsd, the anxiety he probably has. idk what he’d call it, probably after some band or a terminator ref. anyways what if i make it canon—

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him naming her sarah after sarah connor from the terminator movie—

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chris should get a dog. specifically a german shepard he finds that also has heterochromia. helps him with his ptsd, the anxiety he probably has. idk what he’d call it, probably after some band or a terminator ref. anyways what if i make it canon—

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anyways update guys!! i got into my creative writing masters with an unconditional and will be starting it near end of sept!! i also have a course to take for a job so i might be a little slow for a couple of weeks but this weekend i actually plan to revamp my account and start replying to stuff again!!

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@herosace says, ❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

Her smile is faint, barely visible, but it’s there.

Not that she’d cut all contact with Chris until now, but she hadn’t seen him in quite a bit, and it’s strange, to be standing here in front of him after all this time. It’s also nostalgic.

“If this is anything like old times,” Jill says, “then we ought to be watching our backs right now.”

Ultimately, S.T.A.R.S. and the B.S.A.A. faced the same fate. Demise at the hands of traitors. There’s no guarantee this time will be any different. It’s part of the reason why Jill turned down Chris’s offer for her to join him, initially.

Being here isn’t her first choice, and he should already be aware of it. This is more or less her last resort. She still has reservations about working with Blue Umbrella, that much hasn’t changed, but her investigations on the company brought her to dead ends–or at least, not the ends she was hoping to reach.

She’d taken an oath, back in 2017, to prove to Chris just how wrong he was for working with Blue Umbrella, that they’d turn out to be exactly like their predecessor. But she found no evidence to support her claims and prove her suspicions. Nothing. In fact, everything about Blue Umbrella says it’s sworn to clean the corporation’s name as well as the mess that the mother company caused with the creation of bioweaponry. A noble cause, if hard to believe, and even harder to swallow.

Alas, working solo isn’t for Jill. Too used to company. Too used to partnership. Especially when dealing with something on this scale. And if she’s being honest with herself, she’s happy to see Chris again, despite everything that happened.

“It’s good to be back.” Her hand extends toward him for a handshake. Maybe a bit too formal for old friends like them, but she doesn’t feel ready for a hug just yet.

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Back when he had first formed the Hound Wolf Squad, he tried to get Jill to join them. She had refused, initially, and that came to no surprise to him. It was one thing, to work with the BSAA while they were partnered with Blue Umbrella, but it was another to leave the company they had dedicated their lives to, to work for a company which had previously ruined their lives. While others may be fooled by the name change, and the pep talk they had given, Chris is not. Buy a new umbrella, it still does the same as the old one. When the BSAA had told them about this new partnership, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He was all too ready to leave, perhaps even retire as he had planned to in 2013. But then he had been asked personally to stay, and Chris, like the fool, had fallen for it. He wondered if Jill had been asked to stay too, if she had been smarter than him, and had told them no. Deep down, after all that had happened, though, he thinks they never bothered asking her. Chris had found, that the BSAA didn’t hesitate to turn their back on their very own founders.

At Jill’s comment, his head tilts downwards, hiding the small smile that twitches on his lips. A muted, low chuckle manages to escape his lips. He’s missed Jill, and despite the slight tension that lingers in the air, he’s pleased to have her back. “ You’re sayin’ that as if we shouldn’t always be watching out backs. ” If this was anyone else, they would probably think he’s awfully paranoid. Maybe he is. Alas, this is Jill he’s talking to, and Chris knows very well that she’s perhaps the only person to truly understand what he means. Chris, in the end had done the same as Jill, had tried to dig up any dirt on this new Umbrella, and had came back empty handed. For now, it seemed they were keeping to their promise. It was hard to believe, and that was evident in the way that Chris, who was working under them, still kept a close eye on them. Trust is built through actions, not words. Words he had spoken a lifetime ago, yet still true today.

He hopes, that having her back, working on the same team, again, is a sign that she still trusts him. No matter how small that trust is. Jill, she would always have Chris’ trust, his faith in her, even when it seemed like no one else did. The years she had been missing, he had so much faith in her being alive, he would clash with any other partner that the BSAA had tried to make him work with. Almost as if he was loyal to her only, he would refuse a partner anytime they brought it up. He had been right, anyways, Jill was out there, alive.

“ It’s good to have you back. ” He accepts the handshake, with a warmth he hasn’t felt in a while. It may be a little strange, shaking hands with someone he’s been friends for nearly two decades, but Chris doesn’t mind. Without even a word, he lets Jill determine the end of the handshake, and drops his hand away instantly when it’s done, he watches her, “ I assume you’ve read the Baker report? ”

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As they eat, Chris notes the stark differences between himself and his sister. How easy it is for her to just know everyone. Maybe, he’s been alone too long, that he pushes people away, instead of letting them in. He tries not to think about that, and when Claire throws a suspicious look at him, he smiled sheepishly back at her. She is, of course right. Chris does knows his name. He was trying his best to be nonchalant about it, though he writes it off as a failure when his own sister says he isn’t slick. He had been debating all night, what was the best way to bring this topic up. He had crossed paths with Riley a dozen times, when he visited Claire at work. They had only talked a couple of times, and Chris didn’t feel confident enough to ask for his number. Plus, if he actually asked for the man’s number, that meant he’d actually have to text him. To him, that seems like a lot of pressure. At least this way, Riley isn’t waiting for him to text…

He feels slightly guilty for asking Claire on a night where it’s meant to be just them. Chris’ own phone – a Nokia – is tucked away in his jacket. Though, with the amount of numbers he actually has listed on there, it’s unlikely he’d get a call or message anyways. It seems like Claire doesn’t mind, either, as in a blink of an eye, before Chris can even begin to overthink his request, she’s back with a scrap of paper with his number on. He plucks the paper from her hand, and at her next words, forces a small smile, “ Coffee shop, got it. ” A coffee dates feels pretty basic, but considering Chris has not had a boyfriend since 1998, nor been on a date since then, it might be a good way to start. Though, as he stuffs the paper into his pocket, a thought suddenly dawns on him, “ Oh god, ” the older sibling groans, “ What if he’s not into guys? ” While in the end, it is not the most important detail; he could easily just be friends with him, he feels as ready as he will ever be to date again, at least after Billy.

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it is easy enough to spot claire in the diner, and although he hadn’t expected to see her here, when he does, a grin spreads on his face and he jogs over to her. you could of went back to mine. the words die quickly on his lips however when he realises that he still hasn’t gotten her a key for his apartment yet. he smiles sheepishly at her, the seat next to her is free ( though the whole place is ) so, he sits beside her, bumping her shoulder playfully as he does. ❛ mhm … i know, i’ll do it tomorrow, promise. ❜ with a polite, what most would call charming smile, he calls over the waitress and orders a meal to go, before he glances back at claire, ❛ want anything? my treat … ❜

at the question, he chuckles and shrugs, ❛ don’t see why not… ❜ he murmurs. with how busy it can get, he’ll doubt anyone will notice. while wesker might have his ass for it later, because it’s not meant for civilian use, he is sure he can handle one lecture for the sake of his sister. leaning back, he balances on his elbow and turns to face claire with a cock of an eyebrow he questions, ❛ so how’s college? ❜

[relicfound]

He may not like the mess frequently present on Chris' desk, he may have attempted to remind the man to keep things more organised but even he had to admit it didn't seem to impede on Chris' abilities to do his job so he couldn't do much but try and get a LITTLE bit more tidiness out of him and outside of that simply leave him be. There was no good reason for him to complain, not much at least, when things still worked so smoothly and he wasn't about to make it his personal problem that Chris' desk was somewhat messy. They all had better things to do and as long as Chris' work was up to the usual standard he would let it slide. Not to mention that the man's work was above the standard most of the time, which meant he'd allow him a few more personal freedoms than the others. Thought unfortunately for Chris it also meant that when things did get a little muddy, it was very NOTICEABLE and Wesker certainly took these things seriously. Chris was too useful of an asset to be lost to minor troubles. Whatever was bothering the man, Wesker was determined to remove the cause and FIX this, bring him back to the usual standard before it started to affect the whole team.

The silence that followed his pointman into the room even after the door behind him had closed didn't escape him. The rest of the team seemed concerned. He was almost a little insulted they expected something BAD to come from this discussion. They should know better by now. Wesker wasn't one to hand out unnecessary punishment and he prided himself on being JUST when it came to handling his team and their missions. His position as captain of the STARS team may be a cover but he had taken the job rather serious, especially because his own life depended on his team's ability to perform well in the field. He'd have to remind them of the fact this trust between them went both ways after this.

He carefully studied Chris' reaction to his question. It was obvious he had expected to be called into his office like this ( so he was aware of the quality decline in his own reports ... ), though it seemed he had expected a WORSE reaction. Brows furrowed at the avoidance of an explanation, Wesker took this as a sure sign that something was going wrong between him and his pointman. So it was his job to fix this before it had a chance to get out of hand and became uncontrollable. " Don't apologise, it is nothing. I brought it up because I'd like to know what caused this, not to make an example of you or anything ridiculous like that. " He moved from behind the desk to instead lean against the edge of it next to Chris, build up a connection through removing the barrier of the desk between them. Arms crossed, he considered his next words carefully. " I know you may believe that talking to me will do nothing, or worse, that it will negatively impact my view on you. The experiences you've made in the military certainly must have given you that impression but I am here to HELP with this. " He reached out to place his hand on on the man's shoulder in an effort to seem encouraging. " We need to be able to rely on each other, Chris. "

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the silence that follows as the two make their way into the office, is one of dread. while barry and the rest of them are aware that chris’ sentence is slowly coming to an end, he hasn’t voiced his concern that their captain will let go of him, replace him with someone who has more experience. maybe, he thinks, as he follows wesker to his office, the rest of the team assume the same as chris. that thought makes him swallow nervously as the door shuts behind them. chris doesn’t want a repeat of the air force. there’s been a few bumps in the road, irons hating chris’ guts, to name one of them. despite all of that, though, chris enjoyed the new job, the new city, all his new friends that he made. and being out of prison, that’s a bonus, too.

as much as chris wants to just come out and say it, to ask when he was going to fire him, he let his logical mind take over him for now. there was no evidence from wesker, at all, that the captain had any thoughts of firing him. it had been his own mind that had supplied that thought – his reports had declined – and therefore, that could mean this meeting was only about that. he can feel the man’s eyes on him, the sunglasses doing nothing to hide the fact that wesker is studying him. he smiles gently, trying to hide his inner turmoil.

chris never thought that he would make an example of him, that is more of irons style, thank wesker’s, he would admit, instead, at his words he mutely nods, mismatched eyes following him, with a hint of curiosity as he crosses the desk. chris knows what he’s doing, it is a way to make him feel more connected with chris. it is a way to break down the invisible barrier between them. he knows that, and despite knowing so, the tension in his shoulders slowly ebbs away. unfortunately, it doesn’t last long, as soon as the military has been brought back up, they tense again. it fails, though, a moment later, wesker has leaned forward and clasped his hand onto his shoulder.

it’s an unexpected move from wesker, one that gets him to try and look for those eyes behind the lenses. his gaze is hurriedly diverted downwards, though, when he’s unable to do so. chris finds himself waiting for his hand to drop, when he finally gathers some courage to speak. ❛ i do rely on you. ❜ there’s not a hint of dishonesty to his words, he relies on every single person here. that sort of trust had to be there for them to work as a team, he knew that. however, just because he relied on them, didn’t mean he was going to spill all his thoughts, going through his head to them. silence falls over them, as he tries to find the right words to say, without accusing the man of anything. how he does so, instead, is in the shape of a question : ❛ i know that you have your mind on other things. ❜ like their work... ❛ but you must be aware that my sentence is almost done, right? ❜

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it's just another night out, a usual thing after a good day spent out on the beach. he and his friends are sat at a table at their usual bar, drinks all around them. a nice start to the weekend, if he does say so himself. today had been an excellent day for the surf, a fact that they're all busy talking about — ethan's grinning and laughing like an idiot as he recounts his own experience this afternoon, as if the group around him hadn't been there the entire time. he and his friends are laughing and drinking, ethan completely oblivious to some of the people around them up until the point that one of his friends lightly nudges him under the table and tilts his head towards a group of men sat at the bar. soldiers, judging by the dog tags hanging around their necks. “ soldier boy over there keeps checking you out, e, ” his friend teases, a shit-eating grin on his face. ethan's eyes flicker towards the man in question, and sure enough, the guy looks away as soon as he realizes ethan's looking back at him. the sight is oddly endearing, hence why ethan can't help the fond smile that stretches across his features. he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of it, though eyes never once leave the other man's back. and sure enough, when soldier boy turns around once more to glance in his direction, this time ethan is prepared. there's a charming smile, all sunshine and california summer, and a little wave directed at him. there. that should show him that he's not going to bite.

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as leave lurks around the corner, the men of his unit get more and more restless. at the idea of being away from their supervisor, for a extended amount of time, not having to do the morning drills, well they all become a bit restless. being away from base is pleasant in a way only soldiers can know. drinking, and not only that, but most girls like a soldier, meaning one thing only ⠀—⠀hookups. where he doesn’t have to worry about anything meaningful. it is just a bit of fun until they’re back on base. chris isn’t like that. there’s multiple reasons for it, really, one of those being that just isn’t into women. the other being that it’s not the way he’s been built, to be attracted to someone just from a glance. yet, today, that is exactly how it is.

he sees him from across the bar, a little after he gets there with the rest of his unit. the bar they’re at, it is buzzing with people, it must be a local hotspot. all he can do is focus on the blonde, all tanned, and sun kissed. his laughter fills his ears, and something can’t help but flutter inside him. the young pilot doesn’t even realise that he’s staring, until suddenly the blonde head is turned, his friend having grabbed his attention. he’s directly looking at him, now. the man’s friend isn’t the only one to notice either, a moment later, he feels a gentle shove at his shoulders, and when he looks up, he is greeted with the sight of barry, a smug knowing grin on his face, a teasing comment seconds later. and the thing is, despite being caught by the young man himself, he can’t help but spare a second glance to him, something he must of been expecting, as when he does turn back to him, he’s greeted with a smile and a wave. a silent way of saying: i don’t bite. he’s with friends, and so chris decide to wait.

it’s not much longer before he’s given a chance to talk to the man, alone. the blonde breaks off from his group, and when he moves to the bar, chris follows suite. wanting a chance to at least talk to him before he leaves for the night. maybe he was just being polite, and if he was, he’ll leave him alone. on the off chance that the man was actually interested in him, well, chris was taking that chance, it not as if he’s in town forever. it only takes a quick couple of stiffed, as he weaves between people before chris joins the blonde at the bar, leaning against the counter. ❛ so, what’s ya poison? ❜ dual coloured eyes flutter over to the man, a smile etched on his lips, and he tilts his head. ❛ name’s chris. how about i buy you a drink? ❜ despite his earlier flustered appearance, one thing about chris is that, when it comes to talking ⠀— ⠀he’s blunt, and always straight to the point.

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the two have been friends for so long now, they go way back, that chris can not help but notice the sudden jolt that goes though the other man’s body. he frowns at it, his hand outstretching, as if he’s going to rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder, yet, it falls short as barry suddenly moves. it makes him yank back, as if being close to the man burns. at barry’s words, he feels his throat tighten, nerves overtaking him, especially when barry refuses to meet his eyes, it’s not like him, and his stomach twists in discomfort. even though he can’t see it, he nods, as if to agree. it’s true, there’s a lot to unpack.

yet, there’s more. after this whole horrifying night, the words that leave his friends mouth are so unexpected. his words, admitting to helping wesker betray their whole team, it is a sharp pain, another knife in his back. this one, however, feels closer to his heart. while wesker had been their captain, he couldn’t say he was as close to him as he was to barry. he is unable to say a word, his whole body frozen into place. all he can do is stare. as barry explains, there’s a flash of sympathy in his eyes, at the mention of his family. how can he blame him for wanting to protect his family? chris would do the same for his. the words hit more than he thought they would, chris in this very moment feeling like a fool. was he not to be considered family to barry, too? it is a weakness, of course, holding him up to such high standards, but after everything, he had been his family.

the more he hears, the more he wishes that barry would just shut up. but he’s right, he does have to hear this, if he hadn’t found out about it right now, who knows how he might react to it later? chris knows that at this very moment, he is sick of secrecy. despite that it doesn’t stop the anger, frustration and hurt all building up inside of him – forest is the final straw – the one that makes the dam fall down. lips quiver, and his jaw and fist clench in unison. chris’ face shows all of his emotions, before he composes himself. though he is able to keep his composure calm, fist still loosely clenched at his side, he cannot do the same for his voice, and so, when he speaks, it quivers, ❛ you didn’t leave him to die. ❜ it is the truth, and barry should hear the truth as much as chris deserves to now. the next words lay heavy on his heart, the guilt of it all, making it so chris is the one to tear away his gaze from the other, ❛ you left him there to turn – someone else’s mess – huh? ❜ his words are venom, maybe a little too cruel, but chris can’t find it in himself to care right now. ❛ he attacked me – and i’m the one who had to kill him. ❜ even with admitting it, even though forest was gone, consumed by the virus, it did not make him feel any less guilty about pulling the trigger.

❛ fuck, barry, ❜ he chokes out after his sudden outburst, ❛ fuck, you could of told me, y’know? i would of – ❜ he stops himself before he can finish his own sentence. what could he of done? in reality, the answer was probably nothing. after tonight, he has found out that in a fight with umbrella, you were likely to lose. in defeat, chris lets his shoulders slum down, glancing pitifully at barry as he does so.

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plotted  starter     —     @starsmade​ .

it’s  harder  to  enjoy  a  simple  brunch.   maybe  if  claire  thought  more  into  it,  she’d  understand  why.   went  to  therapy  more.   quit  focusing  on  work,   but  the  root  of  it  is  that  she  understands  monsters  haunt  our  world  and  she  can’t  just  rest  until  their  gone.   it’s  never  just  a  simple  brunch,   but  today  they’re  going  to  fucking  enjoy  it.    it’s  this  cute  rooftop  place,  decorated  in  vines  and  flowers.   a  cat  roams  in  between  people’s  feet  unbothered.   not  much  of  a  view,   two  taller  buildings  beside  it,   but  it  feels  like  a  getaway.    claire’s  in  just  this  plain  black  t-shirt  and  jeans,  slightly  heeled,   brown  boots.

“   —   do  you  drink  anymore?    would  you  be  bothered  if  i  had  a  mimosa?   ”

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as the two sit on the rooftop, the sun shines. it’s nice. even chris can admit that. his sisters company is even better, he always finds himself enjoying any spend time with her. yet, as much as he does try to just relax, let his mind wander. don’t think about work. it’s harder than it seems. maybe, if he actually took the time to talk to his therapist, instead of avoiding her questions, he’d know why.

ever since getting back from china, there has been little reason for chris to leave his house. therapy, buy groceries. that’s all. though, he wouldn’t tell claire that, least he worries her. claire’s voice, does however snap him out of his thoughts, and he turns towards her, a smile on his face. it is only a little forced. ❛ go ahead. ❜ it is almost as if he’s avoiding the first question, not wanting to get into detail. he spares a glance at the menu, already knowing what he drink he wants, but feeling awkward. he’s just waiting for his little sister to finally bite the bullet, a painful question of how he is after all of it.

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holds up a photo of chris prior to being bulked up. "can't believe you were actually a twink once upon a time."

❛ claire showed you that, didn’t she? ❜ he grumbles softly, though it is half hearted, before he cocks his head at steve, ❛ twink... why do people keep calling me that? ❜ so it’s not the first time, huh, chris? he shakes his head again, takes a moment to speak up before he asks, ❛ steve, what is a twink? ❜