#the prototype au

[stripeydani]

This is for you, @rated-rko because you posted your amazing AU progress yesterday.

Please enjoy the beginning of the Prototype AU, copy/pasted from its Sticky Note because it makes it easier for me to drop in and out of it if it's not in a big intimidating Word doc 😂

Also the motel is a beautiful place. What a gem.

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The quiet was the worst part. After spending close to a month in a city that never sleeps, the near silence was deafening. The high pitched buzz of the lone lamp post in the parking lot made Randy's ears ache, and he shook his head to try and tune out the sound.

He opened the passenger door of his beat up Toyota Camry to grab the crumpled packet of cigarettes he'd bummed off a trucker at the last rest stop and popped the last one into his mouth, lighting it with one of the motel branded matches and letting the empty pack fall to the dusty ground. He leaned against the side of his car, blowing smoke out into the gloom.

He'd driven for seven hours today. He still had another nineteen to go to get to Louisville, which would mean another motel. He was down to his last $200, but if he skipped a few meals and made sure to only stop for the night when he really needed to, he could manage it. If he got desperate enough, the backseat of the Camry was comfortable enough for a couple of hours of shut-eye.

And maybe, if things got really bad, he could stop in St. Louis on the way. Maybe talking to the old man face-to-face would have a better outcome than it had over the bad line of the pay phone on the Strip.

Randy's attention was caught as another car, a nondescript sedan that was decidedly nicer than his own vehicle, pulled up, and a nervous looking man in a black coat got out. Randy took another drag and turned around to lean his forearms on the roof of his car as the man went into the office to check in, emerging a few minutes later with a key.

Randy watched as the man tapped the roof of the sedan, and a man about his age got out of the passenger side. He was shorter than Randy, but taller than his companion, and broad, thick muscles barely hidden by a hoodie that looked just a little too tight, the hood pulled down low to cover his head.

"Oh fuckin' great." Randy muttered to himself as he watched the two men walk to the door next to his and unlock it. Of course he got the hooker and his trick right next door. He wasn't looking forward to hearing the bed thumping into their shared wall all night, or the sounds of grunts and moans that usually accompanied it. He'd had enough of that in Vegas.

[shadesofnavy]

"A drunk popular guy doesn't walk up to a stranger with a gun in the alley and ask for a bullet like it was an everyday thing, anyways."

[shadesofnavy]

"Thought we had it all figured out.."

[shadesofnavy]

The Protoype AU Keith and Cherry Spotify playlist no one asked for!

I'll most likely add more songs that come to mind later, but I'm also open for suggestions that might fit these two's relationship! Fair warning if you haven't read the fic, it's a little angsty (I think). Full image below!

[shadesofnavy]

Oh and an old sketch

Can you take a guess? 🙃

[shadesofnavy]

[shadesofnavyfnf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

THE GOOD STUFF IS OUT GANG 💀

[shadesofnavy]

the Prototype AU is sooo fucked up holy shit you all have no idea whats up with