#borntobedown

[herpartnerintime]

I miss the days I didn’t even know there were asshole creeps in the world. Max thought, thinking of how innocent she and Chloe had been before before that fateful day in 2008. She and Chloe had been so carefree and innocent. She had been so sheltered too, so blissfully unaware of the evil in the world. How she wished they could go back sometimes... and just live in those carefree happy memories forever where nothing bad had ever happened to either of them.

But they couldn’t, and she couldn’t forget the evil she had faced. “Sorry, I really do need to give you more credit. With my partner in crime by my side, I know I don’t need to worry.” She meant it. She felt safe with Chloe, and hoped Chloe felt safe with her too. 

Chloe thinking it would scare her, hearing what she would do, just further showed how she had changed. Her old self would have been repulsed by such talk. But Chloe didn’t know, not really, what Max had seen. She wasn’t innocent 13 year old Max anymore, or even innocent 18 year old September Max. 

She didn’t know she had watched Jefferson get shot in the head and hadn’t cared. Hadn’t felt anything but relief he was dead. She had seen it happen, when she’d told David the truth, that Jefferson had killed Chloe. She’d watched David kill him. And she’d rewinded it, to spare David the anguish because she was going to save Chloe and he didn’t need to know, he didn’t need too, it hurt to much seeing him distraught, and Joyce didn’t need to know either, but she had needed to see it. To see Jefferson die. At least once. For killing Chloe. For killing Rachel. For killing Victoria. And hurting Kate. For every girl he’d ever hurt. For Chloe most of all. 

She wasn’t sure she even wanted to admit that to Chloe. She hated knowing Jefferson was alive in this reality, behind bars sure, but alive. He must know she had survived, must have seen her name and Chloe’s among the tiny list of survivors. What did he make of that, she wondered? What if he got out someday? Would he want her back in his Dark Room?

Stop it Max. Stop it. He’s going to be in prison for life. He has no powers. He’s never getting out.

She dropped him from her mind to focus on what Chloe was saying about her being kinkier than she thought, which made her blush.

“Okay, I am so not kinky,” she says, “More like I’m so vanilla, I’d probably bore you.” And now she was back to worrying about that. God she was so over the place, all the time. Chloe was such a punk. She was so... lame in comparison. What if she was lame in that regard too? She bet Rachel hadn’t been vanilla. Had anyone with Chloe been like that? 

“More like hearing you get all worked up and protective is hella hot, that’s all.” God her face is burning up.

She heard her stomach rumble again, she was so damn hungry. It was starting to feel like torture, kinda like how it felt like torture that she was heating up with desire for Chloe again. God she wasn’t used to all this. How could she be so all over the place at once? 

“Maybe you can get all protectively creative and hot over breakfast,” she says, her fingers squeezing Chloe’s hand, keeping eye contact with Chloe, even though a part of her wanted to look away to hide how red her face was getting.

herpartnerintime​:​

“Just wishing we could go and build that pirate fort and keep the world out,” Max says as she watches the man walk past, “So I could relax and stop thinking some man is going to sneak up behind me again and drug me and shoot you and kidnap me…”

She squeezed Chloe’s hand again to anchor herself. Relax Max. You’re safe. Chloe’s safe. Stop freaking yourself out. 

“I have to remember I have my bodyguard with me,” she managed to smile, thinking of that conversation they’d had on the swings when they were younger, about how Chloe would be her bodyguard when they left Arcadia to go on adventures. Maybe she was the one with super powers, but Chloe was way more intimidating than she was, and it made her feel safer having her punk best friend - now her punk girlfriend, by her side.

Girlfriend. A thrill flashed through her once again, helping melt away the anxiety a little. Chloe had felt the same way she did. Loved her as more than a friend. They were really officially more than best friends… And just like that some of the earlier heat began returning to her body.

“As my hot punk bodyguard girlfriend maybe you can tell me what you’d do to anyone who tried to hurt me again to calm down your overly anxious girlfriend,” she says playfully as they started walking again. Trying to further lighten the mood, and yet she couldn’t deny to herself she actually wanted to hear the answer. She knew she hadn’t been very subtle about how anxious and downright paranoid she could be now, always feeling on guard when they left their hotel room or got out of Chloe’s truck. She couldn’t shake away the memory of Jefferson sneaking up behind her and plunging the needle into her neck, and watching Chloe die, helpless to rewind it, or being tied up with Jefferson in the Dark Room. She wanted to hear what Chloe would do to remind herself Chloe wouldn’t let anything happen to her again. “Feel free to be creative and passionate about your answer.”

God, hadn’t she not so long ago gotten angry at Chloe for having a gun? Hadn’t she been horrified at herself for pulling the trigger on Frank? And yet here she was, wanting to hear Chloe talk about the non peaceful ways she would protect her.

And who was she kidding? Protective Chloe was hot. And maybe she wanted to distract herself with that.

The unease with the situation became a rock that lodged in Chloe’s throat. Behind Max’s words, as soft-spoken as they were, laid a truth so heavy that it could sink through to the core of the Earth. Chloe, thankfully, didn’t remember that night like Max did. Her memories stopped at the Vortex Club party and continued into the night, but at no point in time did they go to the junkyard. There was no night-stalking against wreckage and trash only for her to end up with a bullet between her eyes. However, just because her own memories and experiences left that part out didn’t mean that Max was able to forget ever seeing it. It was like a terrible nightmare that came to life before her and, unlike normal nightmares, it wasn’t so easy to forget.

“Luckily, the world isn’t completely full of asshole creeps…” Chloe continued to mutter, her glare glancing up again to cut into the man’s back as he disappeared around the corner to where the elevators were. As soon as he was gone she re-focused again on Max and stayed there. Max’s mood seemed to improve even with him out of sight for a few seconds. A tentative smirk curled the left side of her mouth for a second. “Yeah, give me some credit, will ya?” she said, her tone joking but affectionate, “You know I wouldn’t let someone hurt you if I was there.”

The nagging feeling in her head, though, said otherwise. Sure, she would protect Max to the ends of the Earth, to the end of her life, but she wasn’t as brave as she always gave herself credit for. She was a chicken. She hid behind her anger and stolen weaponry in order to evoke fear in other’s which meant she wouldn’t have to feel it for herself. 

Max’s mood only seemed to improve as they started walking further down the hallway. The request that Max made, however, sat strangely in Chloe’s stomach. She could be quite creative with any answer that she could give Max. She could be graphic about what she might do if someone laid a finger on her, if someone tried so much as to touch her let alone harm her like Jeffershit had, but she wasn’t sure that Max really wanted to know just how far she might be willing to take things to defend her. Max was, after all, still Max. No matter how much she went through, was it really going to be okay to let her know just what she’d dreamt of doing to Jefferson in retribution…? And, in addition to that, would Max really be comfortable hearing the extremes of what Chloe would go to for her, or would that destroy the fragile foundation that their relationship had barely begun to lay?

Chloe swallowed against the rock in her throat that still hadn’t dislodged. Neither option was a good one and she had to choose. She stopped in the hall and tugged once on Max’s hand, urging her to stop. Her face looked sullen and serious, a look that seemed disconcerting on Chloe’s normal features which were more devil-may-care. “I can be plenty creative,” she said, looking Max dead in the eyes, “But… After everything… I’m worried that’ll scare you.” It wasn’t a laughing matter, not after everything they had been through. Her lips tightened together into a flat line before she sighed. “Didn’t realize that hearing about torture and violence would calm down your nerves. You’re kinkier than I thought, Caulfield,” she said, her tone slightly warmer than before. Maybe playing it off as a joke would be the best recourse for them. 

@herpartnerintime​

[n0irangel]

getting better all the time

With Chloe now awake, focusing on school became a little easier for Max.

She wasn’t quite so stupid as to believe that she was completely out of the woods, of course. And the truckload of trauma she couldn’t talk about didn’t magically go away... but at least Max knew she was going to get to talk to Chloe again.

Well, most of the time, anyway. 

Nights were still difficult, of course. There were still too many nightmares (that barely improved with the knowledge that Chloe was awake) and too few hours of actually good rest... but she was getting somewhere. 

What sucked was the lack of contact with her. With her phone busted, Max’s only time to talk to Chloe was at night, after all her school duties -- when she would religiously get on her laptop and message her, asking about her day.

During one of these conversations, they set up their next meeting: the next Saturday evening. Max would do her homework, get some tutoring from Warren, take a shower and be off to the hospital, where she’d spend the night. Chloe tried to argue that last point, but she was utterly unsuccessful. “We can share the bed again” won the argument.

So, Saturday evening, Max rode the bus to the hospital -- though not without stopping first at a convenience store, where she stocked up on all the snacks she knew to be Chloe’s favorites. Sweet, savory, the whole course -- Max ended up spending a little bit more than what she intended to, but Chloe deserved it, after a week of nothing but horrible, bland hospital food. 

She entered the hospital room with something like a Santa sack of junk food in tow. It was definitely more than they could eat in one night, but that was the point. Her idea was to leave Chloe with some snacks, to make the rest of her hospital stay hopefully a little less miserable.

“Hey, there.” Max’s face lit up with a smile as her eyes landed on the girl on the bed, looking decidedly healthier than when she’d left her a week ago. Closing the door behind her, she made her way over to the vacant chair by Chloe’s bed, plopping the plastic bags containing her spoils from the convenience store trip on the table beside it. 

“Thought your mom would be here,” she absent-mindedly commented, pushing the table (and, consequently, the loot within the plastic bags) towards her friend. “I come bearing gifts. Take a peek, if you dare.”

@borntobedown​

[alwaysgethitoutofnowhere]

I've heard all lessons before now.

[starfallenchen]

(@borntobedown )

To be honest, she was initially headed to the Dragon because she needed another pack of gummies. (Throngs of roaming, road-tripping college students at the Lantern; yeah. It's been a long few weeks of endless mango margaritas and vodka sodas...)

But then she saw the dog. Grey and enormous, happily galloping down the sidewalk after his presumed owner. ("A dog I must pet, clearly. Today just got serious.") -- Was her first thought.

("Wait, are they going in-- Oh, man.") Was her immediate next thought upon seeing the relatively giant dog being let into the relatively tiny Dispensary.

"Hi there. Just so you know, the owner is on lunch but I know she's not big on pets in the store.... wait." Her head tilts slightly as she scans the dog owner's face. It's a face she thinks she recognizes, from dog-eared yearbooks and photos in the nooks of her girlfriend's radio booth.

"Hey, are you Chloe?"

[love-is-a-fraud-blog]

Closed starter with @borntobedown “Oh my god.”  The words of annoyance passed Rachel’s lips in a quick, exasperated sigh. She had been out with Chloe, sitting in the junkyard to blow off some steam, when her phone started going off. The screen read ‘Dad’, someone she had been avoiding nearly all week. Things were just...weird in the house now. Since she met Sera, since she had started asking more questions about their life, about what all could be lies. With one quick flip of her finger, the call was declined and the phone was back on her lap. She leaned back on the car hood, her legs crossed and arms behind her head to shield herself from the cold metal a bit. “He keeps calling me. Ever since the whole Sera thing, he just...won’t get off my case.” 

[horrorempathya]

THERE’S  EVEN  THE  SLIGHTEST  HOP  when  max  pulls  away  from  chloe,  reaching  around  the  taller  woman  to  push  the  door  shut.   it  half  clicks  shut,  softly  but  not  really  &  she  POUTS  MOMENTARILY,  walking  around  to  fully  close  the  door.    lock  it,  too.    she’s  really  getting  into  that  habit.     the  mess  nathan  left  hasn’t  even  been  CLEANED  UP,  just  pictures  rearranged  to  cover  it.      although,  when  max  turns,  guitar  still  in  her  hand,  the  happy  hop  turns  into  max  nervously  rocking  on  her  heels.    LISTEN  FOR  A  BIT?

she’s  never  really  played  in  front  of  anyone  that  wasn’t  the  instructor  or  her  parents.   she’s  just  INCREDIBLY  USED  to  her  parents.    they’re  just  this  neat  little  extension  of  max.    you  know,  sometimes  she  even  forgets  to  call  or  text  them,  too.    she’s  so,  so  HORRIBLE  at  keeping  in  contact.  

‘  i  was  just  messing  around,  anyway.    nothing  special.  ’

>  CONTINUED \  @borntobedown.

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[soulwell-draped]

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@borntobedown

I...wrote your entire reply and then forgot i didn’t make make it into a separate post, and then deleted the draft.

i’m...the Worst.

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[n0irangel]

ripped pages, broken hearts

Quieting Max’s fear that whatever was happening between her and Chloe was fleeting and meaningless to the other girl, every day just seemed to get better. 

Granted, not much time had passed -- only a few days --, but it wasn’t about the amount of time they spent together, but the way they spent their time together.

Comfortable silence. Kisses that ranged anywhere from hot and heavy to the sweetest thing imaginable. Movies they never watched in full. Late-night Skype calls when Max was done with studying for the day, because now, she had another person besides her parents to make proud. 

But even still, a heavy weight remained on Max’s shoulders.

All the knowledge she held... all the things she had experienced and Chloe hadn’t. Things she could try to explain (although it wouldn’t be the same as if she’d lived through it with her), and things she could not. Things she didn’t know whether Chloe should ever know about -- if they would do more harm than good, even though Max wanted to be nothing but open with Chloe.

After thinking about it so much her head hurt over multiple days, Max made a decision: there was no need to upset Chloe with things that, ultimately, made no (good) difference if she didn’t know them.

Max took out her diary from its place in her bag and set it down on her desk, but not to write on it like she had so many times before.

No, instead, she read it.

She went through every page, no matter how much it hurt to relive some of the memories she had committed to paper. 

She felt that surprise as she read about her first brush with her power, then the shiver in her spine as she now knew who the girl in the bathroom was. She felt disgust at how she sang praises at Jefferson. She shook her head as she read about how her problems, at one point, had been as simple as dealing with a bully. She felt the butterflies as she read, in her own words, her account of her reunion with Chloe. You were so falling for her already, she thought to herself.

But then, as things did in the reality she came from, the tone of her diary started to change. Now, there were guns and suspicions against Frank that would eventually break Chloe’s heart. And that was the first page she carefully ripped out.

It wasn’t a perfect descent, though: her adventures with Chloe, the description of their first kiss -- those were memories she wanted to keep. Not that she thought she could ever forget them, but it was nice to have that first-hand account from right after it happened. Max could read, in-between the lines, how she'd been slowly falling deeper and deeper for Chloe and that took some weight off of what she had sat down to do.

The recount of their break-in to Frank’s RV and the findings therein, though, were among Max’s principal targets. She ripped those pages off quickly, barely reading the words they contained. That picture of Rachel, half-naked and dancing on top of Frank’s bed... that would break Chloe’s heart if she ever saw it. Like it did, in the other reality.

She ripped the pages that talked about her biggest time-trip yet, too: the one that sent her back to the day William died. That was something else she never wanted Chloe to know about... how she saved his life, ruined Chloe’s, and then let William die again. She wouldn’t understand (which was understandable), and Max would be too nervous and emotional to explain. Just the memory of Chloe in her hospital-bedroom hybrid, looking weak and small, begging for Max to end her life made her eyes fill with tears. 

Max, herself, didn’t much care for keeping those memories, either.

@borntobedown

[tangent101]

In response to @borntobedown and @n0irangel ‘s little online RP with Max and Chloe, I just have one thing to say.

KISS HER, YOU FOOL!

Ah well. Max and Chloe are the epitome of the term useless lesbians. ^^;;

[love-is-a-fraud-blog]

“ please don’t ” -Chloe

@borntobedown

Rachel’s hazel eyes softened at hearing the shaky plea. Anger faded into tears, a shaky, held back sob escaping her. “You can’t tell me not to, Chloe!” Rachel snapped, turning on her heel to face the girl, revealing the hastily packed suitcase. Her hands shook, tears welled yo yo the brim of her eyes, threatening to overfill. Insecurity had hit her hard last night. It racked her brain since. ‘I’m not up to par with Max.’ A silly thought maybe, but after hearing the girls name pass Chloe’s sleeping lips so often, she realized Max still held a large spot in Chloe’s heart. And if Max came back…

A hand raised, running through her blonde hair as she bit her cheek. “I can’t, Chloe. If Max comes back-“ she choked back a sob, shaking her head as she looked to the side, feeling a stray tear escape. No. No more crying. She lowered her hand to hastily wipe the tear away, only for another to fall. “I’m leaving.” She whispered shakily.

[starfallenchen]

starfallenchen​:

borntobedown​:

She had sneered at the name Haven. It was stupidly poetic and full of hubris. What place could possibly be called a haven in even the broadest sense of the word? Chloe had bashed it over and over again, the road-trip here being full of jokes that poked at the expense of Haven. It was Colorado, so maybe it would be full of weed? Maybe there would be angels singing at the gates and everyone was carried in a chair like some sort of pharaoh? Maybe they would be worshiped like gods and would have their every whim taken care of. The jokes had been plentiful and had eased the irritation that came with driving from California to Colorado. 

But she hadn’t expected Haven to be quite as poetic and full of bullshit as it was. Flowers were everywhere. Bricks made up the roads down the main strip of town. Each shop looked like it came straight out of the ‘small town handbook.’ It was like Arcadia Bay if anyone in Arcadia Bay actually gave enough of a shit to take care of it. Chloe wasn’t sure if that made her happier or more irritated with it. Of course, her irritation also came on the heels of Rachel peeling out of the car as soon as they parked to go and find Steph, leaving her with their over-sized mutt, not that he really cared now that he was out of the car. Chloe took his leash in-hand and started walking after her girlfriend, quickly losing sight of her as she turned a corner. Of course, that was Rachel for you. 

She wandered and tried not to be overly cynical of the place. It was just… Too perfect. Too idyllic. It looked like a place where your neighbor would lend you a cup of sugar and then another neighbor would bring you some baked goods because of the time you lent them sugar. The one thing that did call to her, though, was a gigantic pot leaf that had been disguised as a dragon head. It looked almost out of place in this sort of town, although it was Colorado. “C’mon bud, lets go in here,” she called quietly to the pup before someone else called out to her.

Chloe turned to her side and looked at the girl that had spoken. Black hair. Glasses. Piercings. Someone she might get along with, maybe. The maybe part only got stronger as the girl knew her name, and Chloe lifted an eyebrow. Sure, her name was common, but it was pretty unlikely even if she was probably the only tall, lanky, blue-haired, beanie-wearing punk named Chloe that this girl would know that. “Uh, yeah,” she said. She felt the slack on the leash come back as her dog came back out of the store. As soon as he saw the other girl, he started to walk towards her. Chloe tightened the leash so he didn’t make it. “Sidekick, wait,” she commanded, and the dog stopped in his tracks, looking back at Chloe before letting out a long, pathetic whine. “How’d you know my name?” Chloe asked, her attention refocused on the girl. 

@starfallenchen​

She racked her brain for what she knew about the person in front of her, what she gleaned from conversations with Steph. Chloe was a high school friend, Steph’s old high school with the weird rich kid cult(???) in the town with all the even weirder crimes. But hey, she wasn’t about to cast the ‘even weirder crimes’ stone after the year she’d been through in this town. Chloe was a fellow punk rock fan, a rebel, a shit-starter, and from where Steph stood in her recountings to Alex? A pretty great friend to have. 

“I’d like to look all mysterious and cool and say it was a lucky guess, but my girlfriend Steph mentions you. Mostly whenever we put on indie alt records that I’ve never heard of, sometimes when she gets really stoned and talks too much about her high school days.” She glanced down at the dog who had half-made his way across the sidewalk towards her before being stopped. She was prepared, arms held out with hands wide-open to receive the goodest of boys. So when Chloe stopped him, they both looked equally (comically) as disappointed. 

“I’m Alex... though I’m not sure if Steph mentioned me.” She rubbed the back of her neck, wondering if she had come on too strong for this newcomer. She was Steph’s friend and not her own, after all. “Uh, I work at the bar in town. And sometimes I play guitar. I played on stage with Steph this past spring, I dunno if you caught a video of it or something.”

[horrorempathya]

THE  LONG,  DRAWN  OUT  SIGH  that  fell  from  max’s  lips  was  definitely,  definitely  at  the  dramatic  end  of  the  spectrum.

MAX’S  ARMS  JUST   WENT  UP  in  defeat  before  falling  back  at  her  sides.   she  takes  a  second  to  survey  the  boat,  before  jumping  up  slightly,  hanging  onto  the  edge  of  it  &  dragging  herself  up.    SHE’S  PRETTY  FIT,  but  that  doesn’t  necessarily  make  up  for  her  being  short  &  everything  else  being  tall.    she  finally  makes  her  way  up,  before  just  sitting  on  the  EDGE  OF  THE  BOAT.   eyebrow  raised.  

‘  fine.    whatever  do  i  have  to  do,  captain,  to  get  your  ass  back  here.  ’    

>  CONTINUED  \  @borntobedown.

[lifeisbutdeathpending-archive]

American Rust [Amberprice] (with Borntobedown)

Rachel had woken up pretty early, which was usual for her even if it was a weekend day, which it was. She was thankful that Saturday rolled around because that meant she had the opportunity to do whatever she wanted without having to worry about school work or drama class things.

She had gotten herself showered and dressed, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, her white t-shirt that had the ‘Firewalk’ band logo on the front of it and to top the outfit off she was wearing a purple flannel shirt, unbuttoned so that her t-shirt was on show. She pulled on her purple converse sneakers before bounding her way downstairs and over to the kitchen area.

She pulled her cellphone out of her pocket to check and see if she had any notifications or texts. She had a few facebook, twitter and instagram things to look at but she ignored them for now and opened her texts. She pressed on the text thread between herself and Chloe before grinning to herself as she began to type.

(Text to: Chlo <3) You awake?  (Text to: Chlo <3) if not...then... (Text to: Chlo <3) WAKEY WAKEY SUNSHINE!!! 

She laughed to herself and shook her head before reaching up into one of the cupboards to grab hold of a box of cereal. She was always happy to wake up to an empty house on a Saturday morning, her dad always worked on Saturdays and her mom always went shopping which left her at home alone for the morning. She poured some cereal into a bowl before grabbing the milk from the fridge and poured some of it over the top of her cereal as she waited on a reply from Chloe.

@borntobedown