#barrh obx concept

[nemesyaaa]

ugghhh i waited for this for so long and im not disapointed !!! like i said before I'm still thinking that Barry is a better choice for this au and i cant wait to read more of this au and learn more about this pairing !!! 😫‼️

i love how fake gentle and manipulative Barry his just to get what he wants. poor little baby, you didn't get into a safe place here ! its crazy how you're able to write dark content that well

— “y’know you can’t run anywhere, right? you’re not that fuckin’ dumb— you’re a smart girl.” barry says smoothly, drawling the words out while his deft digits stroke the swell of your cheek. he’s always reminding you… and it’s true that you can’t run no matter how bad you want to. “i picked the right one, didn’t i?”

this is the beginning and you're already killing me ani. oh and dont get me starting with the moodboard pls

buffalo ‘66 inspired AU with barry…

barry, who’s fresh out of jail after a few years, following one of a drug ring getting busted. he’s eager to get back to kildare, to get back into the swing of things and play off where he’s been. he needs a cover up… something that makes him look “normal”, something that explains his absence. he needs you. an unsuspecting tourist on the island who’s about to have the worst summer of her life, being snatched up in broad daylight in nothing but your bikini because suddenly there’s nothing else to your name once you’re thrown into barry’s truck… your new life as a faux bride begins there in that moment, no matter how much you scream and kick at him. he’s always preferred feisty girls, anyway.

— your “wedding night” was more like a horror sonnet as opposed to a fairytale. barry waits for you to become somewhat acclimated to whatever this life is before dragging you to a chapel. he put the fear of god in you. but he also took you out to buy clothes, he cooks meals for you every day. he takes care of you in every possible way he knows how to, in an attempt to show you that he isn’t that bad after all… yet your stomach still churns as you squeeze into the white, lacy dress you were forced to pick out the day prior and barry has no choice but to feed you a mystery pill to keep you from having a panic attack at the altar.

— barry made arrangements before he was free. he secured a new home thanks to an equally shady friend, as his trailer was raided during the bust and had become nothing more than an asset to use when absolutely necessary… you often find yourself staring off at the ditsy floral wallpaper plastered everywhere in the kitchen while you have your morning coffee (one of the few luxuries you’re allowed), wondering how you can possibly get your old life back at this point.

— “y’know you can’t run anywhere, right? you’re not that fuckin’ dumb— you’re a smart girl.” barry says smoothly, drawling the words out while his deft digits stroke the swell of your cheek. he’s always reminding you… and it’s true that you can’t run no matter how bad you want to. you barely know how to get out the neighborhood, let alone navigate the backroads and find your way into town. but you don’t flinch this time when he touches you, even though you feel like you should. instead you nod. you lean into his touch, realizing it’s the only bit of comfort you’ll get from now on. “i picked the right one, didn’t i?”