#ask lo

it hasnt been long compared to alot of people!! i didnt grow up with it being american and all (plus no one i know is into motorsports at all). i read lauren asher's dirty air series during quarantine and it got me hooked

I haven't done anything in fucking ever and everyone keeps asking for it so lets go, ig! I think this is a human AU, really the whole aut!sides stuff is pretty nebulous.

Virgil's always found comfort in hoodies. This had caused some issues while he was still growing because he would get super attached to whatever hoodie he was currently on and extremely reluctant to stop wearing it, even when it no longer really fit him. Eventually, he got better at replacing them when they no longer fit but it was still a tricky process to get used to the new hoodie.

Virgil can't go to concerts. It's not necessarily the noise or the people--though those things certainly don't help--it's more the fact that concerts are the antithesis of how he experiences music. Music has be solely his; he doesn't even really give people song recommendations and he gets uncomfortable if people can hear what it is he's listening to (though luckily his noise cancelling headphones work pretty well both ways). He would like to be able to have that kind of experience, he thinks, but the idea of actually going makes him have to stim away the unease.

Virgil actually has hyper-empathy and it stresses him out 90% of the time. It's nice in theory, knowing so acutely when people are upset, but at the same time he's already on edge so much that other people's emotions on top of his is a hell of a lot to deal with. He generally avoids crowds and doesn't really like leaving the house too much, though he'll go out for important things, and when the others are upset sometimes he'll have to lock himself away in his room to avoid it rather than helping. He feels guilty about it, of course, but the others reassure him that it's fine to be overwhelmed and he should take time for himself first.

Virgil loves cats. They're soft and easy for him to understand, plus if you gain their trust they'll sometimes just lie on top of you and purr which is like the best kind of pressure stim. He had a cat growing up that he adored but he hasn't been able to get one since moving in with the others (cause Allergies). He will absolutely stop in the middle of street to try and pet a stray cat though, even when they have places to be. It just makes him happy, in a calm sort of way he doesn't usually feel.

LET’S GO, ANON.

In my alternate modern reality where p*nnywise doesn’t exist, my kids get along so fucking well

They bond over their love for fashion and they have the same music taste

Because they are so close Stan always confides in Bev for anything

- Issues with his father? He talks to Bev on the phone all night

His crush on Bill? He spends the night at Beverly’s and cries because he has no idea what to do

And since they’re both fifteen, she really doesn’t know what to do either.

So she listens

And Stan is so grateful for that

And her.

“So… what’s your sexuality?”

“I was thinking polysexual…”

“Hey, that’s fucking cool. Alright.”

Stan wAS SO SCARED BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID BEV WOULDNT GET IT BUT SHE WAS JUST LIKE “OK, COOL BEANS. LET”S GO, WE HAVE SHIT TO DO”

That’s his best friend, wow.

And then when they’re 16, Bev comes out to Stan as a Lesbian

She cried a lot.

But Stan was so proud of her

”Bev– Bev, it’s ok.”

”Shut up, Stan. I’ll cry even more!”

They start laughing after that.

She comes out to the Losers a few weeks later, (with his help of course)

She then asks when HE’S coming out.

Stan replies with the famous “when pigs fly”

Case and point: they trust each other completely.

For her brithday, Stan got Bev a new sewing machine

For his, Bev gave him a shirt she made for him.

THEY BINGE SHOWS TOGETHER

Teen Wolf, How To Get Away With Murder, Scandal, Mr. Robot, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Orange Is The New Black, Narcos, Stranger Things…. You name it ;)

“Y’know, that kid looks a lot like Richie”

“I thought I was the only one!”

Beverly does Stan’s makeup from time to time

And dresses him up on his dates with Billy

They (and Richie) like to quote vines

Especially after it died

They quoted one a day for three months to “honor it’s memory”

“It was just an app, you guys”

“Shut the fuck up, Eddie” ]

K, but they’re total nerds too.

Infinity War, Black Panther, Justice League, they’re going to watch them all opening night. 

BUT THEY’RE SO WOKE

They keep up to date with everything because Bev has a multifandom stan twitter account

They are the sassiest and the judgiest of the Losers. 

 But they’re also two of the most helpful when it comes to anything and everything? (It’s them, Eddie, and Mike) 

Asdfghjkl yes, Caitlin (@blakesdoitnastier) and I are really truly dating each other. [Insert all the heart and celebration emojis here]

“Pat!” Virgil called, racing his way out of the house with his younger brother’s puffer jacket clutched tightly in his hands.

He’d been almost in awe of how tiny that jacket was when they’d first bought it, after all, there was no way Patton was really that small, was there? Of course, when his brother had first tried the jacket on it fit almost perfectly, giving Pat just enough length in the sleeves to pull his hands inside and flap excitedly.

Toddlers were still weirdly tiny, Virgil thought, but at least Patton seemed mostly okay.

Said toddler was now jumping around in the snow, giggling and grinning as Virgil ran up to him. “Look, look, V, I made a snow ‘gel!”

Sure enough, there was a Pat sized dent in the snow on the ground beneath them and his shirt and pants were soaked through almost entirely. Virgil screwed up his face, taking in the sight of his brother’s bright grin and trying not to think of what the aftermath of this little adventure would be for their dads.

He did feel a little bit bad because Virgil said that he could watch him and that he promised nothing would happen and it was only 10 minutes, could they please play for just a bit? Though thinking back now, maybe he should have waited.

“’s really good, Pat,” Virgil said, ruffling Patton’s hair, “I’m so proud of you.” 

Patton blinked up at him, his eyes big and round and Virgil thought he looked a little bit like a doll when he did that, like his eyes were painted on instead of properly inside his head.

“D'you wanna make a snow ‘gel, V?” Patton asked, tugging at the sleeve of Virgil’s jacket and dragging him out further into the yard to where the snow was unbroken, “Come on, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, come make a snow ‘gel w'me!”

Virgil laughed at his brother’s enthusiasm, unable to keep the smile off his face.

“I would totally make a snow angel with you but… well…”

“What?” Patton’s pout was well on its way to tears but Virgil wasn’t worried, just twisting up his face in an expression of fake reluctance.

“Mmmm, I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” Patton chanted, jumping up and down in place.

“Okay, okay!” Virgil leant down so he was whispering into Patton’s ear, draping the coat around him as he did so, “Papa bought secret cookies he’s trying to hide from Daddy but he promised that if we’re good he’s gonna give us some.”

Patton gasped and Virgil stifled a giggle in response. “Really?!”

“Yeah!”

That seemed like enough to have Patton excited, jumping around in a circle echoing “cookie” over and over again. Thankfully, he’d gripped onto the coat and kept it wrapped around him, so even though he was still wet he was being protected from the cold a little bit.

“You wanna go inside and see if we can convince Papa to give us one now?” Virgil asked, interrupting Patton’s bouncing. 

If it was possible, Patton lit up even more at that, grabbing ahold of Virgil’s gloved hand and dragging him towards the door, completely unknowing and uncaring that this had been Virgil’s plan all along.

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Four Seven Hate

Summary: There were very few people on Logan’s shit list. He was pretty forgiving, as long as people went the proper lengths to apologise for any missteps, and he was much more likely to declare someone not worth his time than he was to take an active role in disliking them.

One person who was on that list, however, was Remy Wake.

Pairing: Losleep

A/N: Whoops! Looks like it’s not a fake fic title anymore. I’m so, so glad I’ve finally managed to write another fic cause I’ve been trying for like a week and all it’s gotten me was a lot more WIPs and a lot more frustration. But I did it! So here you go!

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Logan was not sure why he showed up to this party. He barely knew anybody, he wasn’t interested in drinking and, despite his tendency to get work done weeks before the deadline, he did have actual studying to be doing.

He also wasn’t sure why, when pulled by the hand to join a small circle on the floor by Roman—the only person at the party he actually knew and the driving force that had landed him here in the first place—he didn’t immediately get up and leave. Circles at a party were never a good thing, not if you didn’t want to get roped into some party game you most certainly weren’t interested in, like truth or dare or never have I ever or-

Seven minutes in heaven. Apparently.

And, of course, it was just Logan’s luck that he was selected to go first.