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not a single ranson stalker fic on ao3??? i fear i may have to fix this
wip wthursday
caught
late mermay art
depression and writing porn are set forth therein in the ancient texts. a truly unstoppable force
thinking about randy and benson on the run and finally getting caught by police. they’re at a diner and someone recognizes randy from a missing persons poster.
it happens when they’re away from each other, randy’s getting questioned by cops outside about his identity and randy messes his story up, he knows they’re not buying it so he makes a run for it and gets tackled to the ground.
benson forgot his gun in the car and gets cuffed at their booth next to all their half eaten lunch, and when he’s escorted out the doors him and randy make eye contact, both of them being led to different cruisers, probably the last time they’ll ever see each other.
they both have things they need to say, things they’ve never said and now never will. they just have the ten seconds of staring at each other, necks craning to squeeze in one last glimpse before they’re shoved into their respective cars and separated forever.
ranson locket
Hypochondriac Randy x Using-Filth-to-Deter-Abuse-Repeating Benson
(Do we fuck with a collage?)
I looove thinking about a randy thats actually more competent at handy work than benson. the Chrysler is running on a hope and a prayer most days because 1) im working full time i don't have time for that shit 2) there's gas and oil in it and it turns on, thats all I need . the car inevitably sputtering out when theyre on the road, overheating and blowing the radiator. benson freaking out, anxiously scratching his chin running through all the possible scenarios, stomping off into the farm field to their left to freak out away from randy. he comes back 20 minutes later to see randy scraping shit out of the radiator vent with the keys, dirt brown coolant trickling out from under the car by his feet . watches him pour the vinegar they've been using as wiper fluid into the tank and filling the rest with their jug of water, gets in the car and flashes it on . benson muttering to himself, plops down in the passenger seat as randy explains they need to let it idle and flush the system. "yeah, fuck, whatever."
have we considered that Randy knows more about cars than Benson
that’s just how i feel
randy i frew up
bensons fav twitch streamer randy985
I have not stopped thinking about bensons sad, quiet "id be so fucking good to you" after desperately telling randy he'd never hurt him and im!!! LOSING my mind about it!!!! hes so frustrated with himself and the one thing he wants to keep/protect bc he keeps doing shit to mess it up and its making him distraught and pained. touch me im sick u will always be famous to me
I think benson really deeply wants to be good to and for someone, if it’s someone he finds worthy of receiving that kind of affection…but at the same time, he also doesn’t really know how to be that person or how to properly express that affection. like, i wonder if benson even understands what he means by being “good” to someone, what that entails or how he expects the other person to receive it.
here, i think he obviously means it in a romantic way, but he’s so destroyed and vulnerable and drunk in this moment that he probably only has a loose concept of what that “good” is, he just desperately wants randy to know that its there and that he’s not just using randy as an emotional (and physical) punching bag.
anyways…i’m so glad you liked this part! thank you for reading! :’)
I know you’re busy writing absolute magic, but are you also planning on any more fanart in the future? I absolutely love your drawing style, it fits your writing so beautifully. It’s so to-the-point—just like your writing; it’s so descriptive without having to say a million words.
ahh thank you so much! I’ll definitely be doing more fanart in the near future! I have plans for some fanart dedicated to a few other passenger fics out there that are very dear to me that I’ve wanted to draw for a while now.
potentially will be drawing more for my own fic at some point too, but for the time being it ends up just slowing down my writing process which im really zeroed in on right now and dont wanna lose too much momentum. plus it was feeling a lil too self indulgent lol. maybe I’ll shake that one day though and fully illustrate it, we’ll see
I think smart phones would be Randy Bradley’s personal hell