#permanent record

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keanu reeves, 1988

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[thatgingernerdgirl]

Pirate Chris Townsend ☠️

Part 6 of my Pirate Keanuverse series

Chris's bandana look reminds me of Will Turner so much 🏴‍☠️

For @casuallyobssessed 🖤

Part One: Pirate Don John 🌹

Part Two: Pirate Bill and Ted 🎸

Part Three: Pirate Constantine 🚬

Part Four: Pirate Donaka Mark 🎭

Part Five: Pirate Donnie Barksdale 🪿

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Summary: After Elias reveals that Jon and his assistants can't leave the Institute without either of their deaths, Jon decides to take matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, even after his own death, the institute won't let him go. He wakes up a ghost in the Institute, unable to leave the property.

Author: @devin-the-writes, @captiandirtnap

[bogusjourney]

There's Nothing You Can Do

Chris Townsend X Reader

TW: mentions of s*icide, mentions of drinking, mentions of car accident

Content: Permanent Record (1998), short story (361 words), angst, I CAN'T WRITE </3

I also didn't proofread this 💀😭, written at 2am because I had an idea and watched Permanent Record last night. ENJOY!!

The earthy smell of rain filled the air, and the dim, flickering street lights illuminated the scene. The pavement was coated in a thin layer of water, and the puddles in the dips of concrete reflected the shine of car and traffic lights.

The weight of Chris' shoulders fell upon yours as he laid his head and wet eyes on you, the stream of tears seeping in through the thin material of your flannel. His words were unintelligible, every breath shallow and quick, as he choked on each syllable he tried to express. His arms wrapped around you like he swore to never let go, almost as if he'd lose someone else if he did.

The whole world around you began to stop. Passers-by and loud trucks faded into oblivion, and the only things that orbited you were Chris’ tears and the memories of David Sinclair.

“I should've told him. I should've… I'm his best friend…” He managed to speak, barely legible through his vigorous crying.

You reassuringly patted him on the back, but in his dazed state, he turned both of you around as he made you stare at the rusty metal car. The one he drove in. Drunk.

At this point, he bordered screaming rather than sobbing, “And I almost hit his fucking brother! I'm such an asshole! Fuck! Fuck me! I'm a fuc—”

More aggressive sobs. His string of cursing was immediately put to a halt by his cries, his grip on you becoming tighter, as if that could happen. It was hard to tell if it was the grief or alcohol that spoke in the moment, or maybe it was both, but either way, his mental state crumbled by the second.

“It's… it's not okay, I know, but David would've wanted this to be … perfect.” You whispered to him, his breathing slowly steadying.

“But… but…” His breathy rebuttals failed to come out.

You shushed him, “He's already gone. He told us what to do. He wanted us to continue.”

The street lamp above you two flickered for the last time. The sidewalk was shrouded in darkness. It felt like an abyss, but an abyss of strange comfort.

[elfspectations]

I've barely seen my books for 18 months but now I'm unpacking them. I started a TBR/Currently Reading shelf!

[devin-the-writes]

playlist with the songs that the chapter titles come from on spotify now. btw.

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Permanent Record