#but i love that he is a whiney baby who can also rip your throat out

[bhaalsdeepbat]

As much as I love to joke about Astarion being pathetic I don't actually think he is. He's sad and wet, but he is also one of the heaviest hitters. I think he just feels weak & pathetic and externalizes it, which then kinda makes him seem more powerless than he actually is.

[barrysmanbun]

On the Count of Three

A/n: This isn't edited but when is any of my shit ever edited

Description: Rafe and the reader want to go to the beach but Barry wants to spend time with them at home. They compromise by going to the beach.

Prompt: Rafe and Barry + Holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

Warnings: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Rafe x Barry, fluff, Barry is a homebody, recreational cliff jumping, sass

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Today is possibly the nicest day you guys have had all year, weather-wise at least. It is sunny, not a cloud in the sky but still a comfortable 70 degrees thanks to the wind. Everyone is in a good mood, and having a blast at the beach. People took the day off from work, and even metaphorically from being a pogue or a kook or a touron so they could all share the beaches on such a nice day.

All of this doesn’t explain why you, Rafe and Barry are still at his trailer, cooped up inside.

“Come on, Barry, you’ll love it I promise.” Rafe pleads, coming up behind his partner to hug him as he pops open the beer he had just retrieved from the fridge.

Barry pulls out of Rafe’s arms, shaking his head. “No, I’m not going to the damn beach. Why would I choose to be around a bunch of idiots getting sand in places where sand don’t belong when I could be here: happy and sandless with you two?”

“Y/n, can I get some help here?” He asks, plopping down onto the couch with a huff.

Rafe and Barry both turn to look at you expectantly. “Well…” You think on it… “I know a special part of the beach that I’ve never seen anyone else at. It’s secluded, lots of shade and no one will bother us.” You reach out, taking Barry’s hand in yours and running your thumb over the back of his hand.

He looks between you and Rafe before sighing. “Fine.” He gives in and Rafe’s whiney expression turns triumphant.

Barry drags his feet through getting the bags together, and when You go down your mental checklist, naming things out loud for him to check for, he only responds in half-hearted grunts. He drags his feet getting out of the car and then drags his feet all the way to the secret spot you were talking about, barely saying 5 words the whole time.

The three of you break through the small amount of underbrush you have to trek through to reach the spot and then you’re greeted by a stunning view of the clear blue sky meeting the shinning ocean horizon. The spot itself is a decent sized clearing on a small cliff maybe 30 feet above the water. There’s a small rocky pathway to the left side that’s maybe a one minute trek that can be used as stairs to a small sandy beach area.

You glance over to Barry, smiling to yourself when you see his reaction to the beautiful area.

“What do you think?” You ask, setting down your tote bag as you turn to face him.

His eyes snap to you as he schools his expression, probably hoping you didn’t see how impressed he was. “It’s alright.” He grumbles, tossing his bag down next to yours.

You pull the blanket from your bag, setting it on the ground as Rafe strips off his shirt, and begins the trek down to the beach.

“Where’s he going?” Barry asks, stretching out his neck in an attempt to get a better look without moving.

“There’s a little path that way,” You explain. “It leads to the beach area I was telling you about. You finish setting up the blanket and pull out the sunscreen. Even if Rafe is crazy enough to not wear sunscreen you’re not. “Will you be swimming with us?”

You know he had changed into swimming trunks and brought a change of shorts, or rather Rafe had forced him to, but you didn’t know if he was actually willing to swim with you guys. Barry thinks on it quietly as he watches you rub the sunscreen into your skin. When it’s time for you to do your back he walks over and takes the sunscreen from you without you even having to ask.

His rough hands gently massage the sunscreen into your skin, the both of you quiet until he finally says, “Yeah, I guess I will.”

With a gleeful smile you whip around, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you, baby.” You giggle, and then you quickly begin to apply the sunscreen to him before you drag him down the pathway.

The two of you meet Rafe there, who’s already waist-deep in the water. He turns when he sees you coming, smiling as he sees you dragging Barry behind you.

“Decided to join us, Barry?”

“Shut up, country club,” he grumbles just loud enough for Rafe to hear him. He hesitates at the water’s edge, glancing out towards the horizon then back at his partners.

“Don’t worry, you’re as far from made of sugar as someone can get. The water won’t melt you.” Rafe teases, a playful smirk blossoming on his face as Barry immediately gets a disgruntled look on his face.

“Alright, that’s it pretty boy, I’m gonna kick yo’ ass.” And with that Barry storms into the water after Rafe.

Maybe 40 minutes later the three of you pull yourselves back up to the cliffside, all smiles and loose limbs as you collapse on the blanket with tired sighs.

“You have to admit, that was a lot of fun.” You say to Barry as you grab his hand, giving it a squeeze. He rolls his eyes, not agreeing or disagreeing with what you said.

Rafe sits up on his elbows so he can see Barry from where he lays on your opposite side. “And to think none of this would have happened if we had sat on our asses in your trailer like you wanted.”

Barry turns to glare at Rafe, but the tall boy’s attention is already caught on something else. He stares towards the cliff’s edge as his expression slowly turns from teasing to scheming.

“Rafe… whatcha thinking about?” You ask, curious but also nervous. Most of his schemes end very, very badly.

“I want to jump off the cliff.” He states, then keeps to his feet with surprising ease.

You quickly stand after him, catching up only to grab his wrist and pull him back. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, baby…” You murmur, looking out at the water nervously.

“Babe.” He pulls you a couple steps forward, then motions down to the water at the edge of the cliff, “It’s maybe 25 feet, 30 if we’re pushing it. There's no rocks at the bottom, I would have noticed that when we were swimming.” He then takes both your hands in his, pulling you close to him till your chests are brushing and he can wrap his arms around your middle. “Jump with me,” He whispers sweetly, leaning over to brush his lips against yours seductively. Oh boy, are you really contemplating jumping off a cliff with this boy just because he asked nicely? Yes. Yes you are.

“Uh uh. Nope.” Barry pushes himself to his feet, shaking his head as he does. “Not happenin’.”

“Come one, Barry-” Rafe tries the same tactic on him, pulling him in and leaning down to brush a kiss to his lips but Barry simply leans back and shakes his head again.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy, baby boy, ain’t no way I’m lettin’ either of you jump off that damn cliff. Not a way in hell.”

“It’s completely safe.” Rafe tries to reason, “there’s no rocks at the bottom, we all know how to swim, it’s barely even 30 feet. We’ll be fine.” When Barry still doesn’t budge Rafe tries a different tactic. “Why don’t you come with us? It’ll be fun…” Rafe slides his hand from the middle of Barry’s back down to teasingly cup his ass, “Get the blood pumping. He murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. Barry ducks away again, shaking his head, though his movements are slower and more hesitant this time.

Rafe turns his puppy eyes on you, obviously expecting you to back him up.

You bite your lip, looking between your two partners. Rafe is set on this, you can tell by the stubborn look in his eyes, and Barry is already visibly bending to Rafe’s will. You don’t doubt Rafe’s hand still palming Barry’s ass cheek is helping with that.

With a small sigh and a glance over your shoulder and down at the water you say, “Rafe is right, Bear. It's only 30 feet. It will be fun."

Barry stares at you like you grew two heads, then slowly his shoulders slump and he lets out a groan. "Damnit," he mutters, pulling out of Rafe's arms.

"Fine. Fine, I'll fuckin' jump." He huffs, beginning to mutter under his breath, "Fuckin' crazy, ya' both are."

Rafe and you stand next to each other, facing the water, and with one last unintelligible grumble, he joins you. You wonder if Rafe is going to count to 3, or just jump, when suddenly you feel two warm hands grab ahold of your own at the same time. Rafe's hand is slightly larger, smoother, while Barry's is rough and holds onto your hand like you'll die if he doesn't.

"Alright." Rafe finally says, sounding slightly out of breath already. "On 3? One… two… three."

And then he's jumping, and so are you, pulling Barry down with you guys. Only a few seconds later you connect with the water, letting go of their hands on instinct so you can swim back to the top. You break the surface, inhaling the air deeply as you search for your partners. Rafe surfaces, then Barry, and you smile widely as you make eye contact with the both of them. A bout of giddy adrenaline rips a giggle from your throat and then all three of you are laughing as you hold yourself afloat in the water. The three of you swim the short distance to the beach.

"You two are fuckin' crazy," Barry chuckles, shaking his head with a fond look in his eyes. "You're fuckin' crazy people."

"We're your crazy people," Rafe states with a lopsided smirk, shaking the water from his hair.

Barry snorts. "You're somethin' alright."

[bel0vedmendes]

Inevitable: AU Part 4

BrothersFriend!Shawn x Reader

Words:3,570

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Smoking, MDMA usage.

Description: When Jason left, he made Shawn (his best friend) promise to keep a watchful eye on Y/N. He swears that we will. Along with the help of Brian and Kyle, he keeps his promise. As Y/n gets older the dynamic of their relationship begins to change. Will they figure out what they mean to each other or will Shawn always see her as his best friend’s little sister?

A/N: Parts 1-3 are in my masterlist! Please, please, please let me know what you think, any feedback is appreciated <3

*Not my GIF*

The next few weeks were brutal. Thankfully, I passed all of my Mid-Terms and I had some time to breathe before I needed to start prepping for Finals. Which meant I spent a lot of my free time with Sam.

“Babyyy…” Sam whined from his bed, as I stood at his sink getting a glass of water. I groaned silently. He was so fucking whiney sometimes.

“Yes?” I asked from the kitchen, hearing him shuffle to his feet in his bedroom. He finds me in the kitchen and wraps his arms around my neck and instantly starts to kiss his way from my shoulder to my ear. I turn around slowly pushing him away from me, with a grin. 

“I need a second to recoup, okay?” I say giggling, but in my head I wanted call him a crazy person. He bites his lip and tilts my head up to kiss him. I kiss him quickly, before walking to the kitchen table and grabbing my phone. I read my missed text groaning when I realize I have one from my Dad’s fiancé, Lauren, telling me to pick up my bridesmaid dress. I rolled my eyes, still in shock that the crazy lady wanted me to be a Bridesmaid.

“What’s up babe?” Sam asks making me jump, I forgot he was even there.

“Nothing, just have to pick up a dress for my Dad’s Wedding.” I reply as I quickly respond to Lauren letting her know that I got the message.

“Your Dad’s Wedding?” He asks quietly, as he sips from my cup of water. I instantly feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I hadn’t told Sam anything about the Wedding. To be fair, it wasn’t something I talked about a lot. Its not like I was excited for the damn thing. I should have mentioned it though, right?

“Yeah, uhm, I should have told you I just forgot.” I start to explain as I sit down in the chair across from him, looking down at the cup of water I made for myself that he decided was his too. Ugh.

“No prob babe. I have a tux, when is it I’ll request off work.” He says calmly as waits for me to respond. My throat tightens as I try to respond. I didn’t know what to do. Do I like him enough to invite him to an event with my entire family, especially my brother? Before I knew what to say I was word vomiting the information to him. Just like that, I had a date that I didn’t even want to my Fathers Wedding. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go with him, I just hadn’t thought about the pros and cons. It was too late now.

Sam showed me his tux and all his different options for a tie, while I pretended to be impressed. Then finally we cuddled on the couch, and started to watch a movie. Of course, Sam picked the movie. It was some gory, cheesy, slasher film that I absolutely hated. He didn’t bother asking, so I decided to scroll through my phone instead. My stomach dropping when I scrolled across a picture on my feed posted by Shawn’s girlfriend Jessica. They were at some Bar, the background was blurry but the photo was focused on them. His head was buried in her neck, and his arms were wrapped around her waist. She was oblivious to the fact that he was giving her this attention, as she posed for the camera. The caption read ‘Nothing matters when your around.’ I scoffed out loud as I read it, coughing to distract Sam. She used the wrong form of your and she was a fucking liar. She never paid attention to him when they were together. I could feel the anger building, as my foot tapped against the end of the couch. I threw my phone down, taking a deep breath to prevent making myself angrier. I didn’t know why I felt so mad when I saw them together, I had no right to feel that way! I needed to learn to accept her, even if she was a lying asshole. Shawn was accepting Sam, I needed to accept her. I took a deep breath as I turned to cuddle into Sam, he tightened his arm around me pulling me closer.  

“Let’s do something tonight.” I mumble quietly.

“Like what?” He asks, still fully distracted by the movie. His eyes quickly darting down to me.

“I dunno, anything besides staying here and fucking.” I say sarcastically, with a giggle. A hit of seriousness in my tone. It was all we ever did, I was over it.

“We can go to the bar my buddy works at, he can get you in.” He mutters, still not breaking away from the T.V.

“Sounds fun. I’m gonna go home and get dressed,” I say kissing his cheek as I get up from the couch.

“Kay, Babe,” He confirms barely kissing me back. I roll my eyes hoping he knows what the fuck is going on.

I quickly walked to my car, visions of my closet flashing through my brain. I needed to look good tonight. I got home deciding on black ripped skinny jeans with a cam print crop top and a pair of black booties. I didn’t dress up that often so it felt nice to dress to impress for once. A few hours later-and a few jabs from the boys later- Sam came to pick me up. He waited for me to come to the car opening my door for me after hugging my waist and looking me up and down with hungry eyes. It always felt good to be wanted, and Sam made sure I was never deprived of that feeling.

“Baby, you look so fucking good,” Sam rasped, driving away from my house and towards the city. I instantly started to blush. I reached my hand to where his was in the center council lacing my fingers with his and giving him a wink.

I took a deep breath remembering the reason I wanted to go out to begin with. I wanted to make Shawn feel as jealous as I was. I shook my head at how childish that was. Shawn viewed me as a sister. Nothing more, and nothing less. My feelings for him were a combination of complicated and confusing. I wanted nothing more than to be his person. The person he came to at the end of every day. The one he relied on for everything, just like he has always been for me. I needed to learn how to be that person, but also be okay with him loving someone else. I could do that. In that moment I decided I was going to really try with Sam. I wanted to know everything, I wanted to fall in love with this man. I needed to connect with him on more levels than just physical. I turned to him, smiling, chuckling at the way he would mess up the lyrics to the song on the radio. Kind of annoying actually-NO kind of adorable. He was trying with me and I needed to do the same. We finally arrived at the bar, parking in a lot a few blocks away. Sam called his friend and he told him to come through the back entrance of the bar so that I wouldn’t get carded.

Sam complimented me on the way to the bar, on things I didn’t even think men noticed. Everything from, the bounce of my curls to the way my boots made my butt look. Okay well maybe I knew men noticed the last one. He was so attentive and I had to appreciate that. We walked into the bar and we were greeted by a tall man with a short mohawk. His arms were huge and covered in black and white tattoos. He pulled Sam in by his hand giving him the manliest of hugs. Then his eyes shifted over to me, looking me up and down making the hairs on my neck stand still. Why would you ever look your friends girlfriend up and down like that? Sam introduced us and he held on a little too long when he awkwardly forced himself to hug me. I pushed the corners of my mouth up into a smile, trying not to look as uncomfortable as I was. Finally the tattooed man went back behind the bar and Sam pulled me to his group of friends in the corner of the room.

The group consisted of four guys and one of- what I assumed to be- their girlfriends. I smiled and waved to them as Sam introduced me to them. The two guys and the girl at the end I recognized all ready from parties at the house, I wondered if they were friends of my boys. The creepy bartended eventually brought over drinks for us. I lifted my glass up suspiciously wondering if he would roofie his friend’s girlfriend, also wondering how close he and Sam really were.  I took a drink anyway not wanting to make a scene. I took the seat next to the other girlfriend, introducing myself to her more personally. Her name was Madison, and we instantly got along. She told Sam and I that she was being DD tonight so if we wanted her to take us home she could. We took her up on her offer and instantly started drinking heavily with shots of Tequila being bought for the group. The alcohol started to affect me quickly, making my veins run warm. Sure, Sam’s friends weren’t exactly the type of people I would chose to hang out with, but it was nice to change it up for a bit. Sam and I started to dance in front of our table, as the bar started to fill up. His hands were on my waist and his lips were on my neck, then the creepy bartender told all of us to meet them him outside on the patio. In my drunken state I followed Sam, who followed the rest of the group to the outdoor patio of the bar. I walked out and was instantly confused by the vacancy. There was nobody out there besides us. I started to worry, thinking that maybe he got caught letting us in- or letting us drink at a discounted price. Before I could start to freak out about potentially getting kicked out, he pulls out a baggie of little colored tablets. Giving me and entirely different reason to freak out. My mind goes hazy as I watch Sam and the other boys crowd the tattooed bartender and give him money for the colored pills. Sam walks over to me with one, all smiles.

“Want some Molly, babe?”

He pops one into his mouth instantly making my stomach drop. My mind started to race, trying to make sense of the situation. It wasn’t like I thought they would die, or that I would, I was just uncomfortable. I had never done anything that extreme, and I definitely didn’t want right here and now to be the first time.

“No, Im okay,” I swallowed thickly trying to play it cool. I didn’t want him to think I was freaking out. Which I was. He squints his eyes and furrows his eyebrows like he’s confused about me telling him no.

“What do you mean, no?”

“Im good,” I slurr, leaning into him brushing his hair back, “I’m super drunk.”

“Whatever,” He scoffs lightly pushing me away and finding his was back to his group of friends. I take a step back, analyzing the situation.  I knew he was drunk but I never thought he would act this way. Before I could over analyze the situation I feel Madison’s hand around my forearm pulling me away from the group. I hear her yell that she’s taking me to the bathroom. I mindlessly follow her.

We get into the bathroom and she locks the door behind her.

“You okay,” She asks quietly as she walks towards the paper towels grabbing a piece and starts to run it under cold water. She brings it over to me and starts to pat my chest, then she sets the rag on my neck, “You weren’t looking too good.”

“I’m- I’m fine. Just drunk.”

“Sam can be an ass sometimes when he doesn’t get his way,” She says fixing the curls falling around my shoulder, seeing right through the façade I was trying to put on.

“Yeah, I just didn’t want to do it. I don’t know why he acted like that,” I ask myself softly but loud enough for Madison to believe it was directed towards her.

“You we’re clearly uncomfortable, ever done anything like that before?”

“No, I’ve smoked weed but my three guy friends did it with me and made sure everything was fine. They knew I was nervous, but they didn’t get mad. Shawn would never get mad at me for something like that,” I scoff started to get pissed about Sam’s reactions.

“Well if you want to Uber, home or have someone come get you, I can say you got sick,” She explains, as she fixes her own makeup in the mirror, “They always get pretty crazy when they take Molly.”

I look at her, finally understanding why she opted out of drinking in the first place, this wasn’t her first rodeo. Next thing I knew my fingers were taping on my phone screen and I was texting Shawn to pick me up from the bar. He of course told me he would be there soon and was on his way to get me. I stayed in the bathroom with Madison until he texted me and told me to meet him outside. I looked in the mirror making sure I still looked decent, then I walked to the familiar Jeep. As soon as I walked out side as saw him standing against the passenger door, all of my anxiety disappeared. I knew that whatever was wrong, he would make it better. He would make me feel better. My drunken feet took me to him and I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. His arms around my waist I could feel how tense he was. He knew something was wrong. After he helped me get into the Jeep and started to drive away, I could feel his stare burning a whole in the side of head.

“What’s going on,” He asks quietly returning his gaze to the empty road before us. I sigh. I want to tell him everything, exactly how I feel. I knew that it was a horrible idea, I shouldn’t get him involved in my relationship drama. However, Shawn was the person I told everything too. I knew that he would want to know about this, I just had to make sure I didn’t hold it above my head.

“You cant get mad,” I slur, facing my body towards him. I watch the heat rise to his cheeks, he’s already pissed and I haven’t even told him why he’s mad, “Shawn! You can not get mad okay? Promise me.”

I stick my pinky finger out for him to see it, requesting his own to wrap around mine. He sighs loud and annoyed, but he promises me nonetheless.

“If he fucking hurt you, I’m breaking the promise,” He mutters with a serious tone, his jaw bone tensing as he does.

“He didn’t.”

“What happened then?”

We pull into my drive way, he puts the Jeep into park. We both unbuckle our seat belt and face each other in our seats. I lean my head back against the window, biting my cheek. He gets impatient for my answer and raises his eye brows.

“He wanted me to take Molly.”

His eyes widen, and he adjust in his seat. Fuck, he’s pissed.

“Did you take it?”

“Of course not,” I yell, slapping him in the arm, “You know I freak out about stuff like that.”

“Swear? You seem pretty messed up,” He leans in looking at me closely, causing me to laugh in his face. He instantly smiles, which makes me feel a little better.

“I am pretty drunk,” I mumble, dragging the T in pretty out.

“I know you are.” He leans back, still smirking at me. I smile back and decide to face away from him because he was making my stomach do flips with that smirk.

“He was mad at me, or something.”

“Mad at you for what, not taking the Molly?”

“I guess so, he just kind blew me off when I told him no,” My voice got quiet at the end of the sentence. I turned my head away from him so he wouldn’t see how upset I was about it.

“That’s really fucked up,” I hear the sincerity in his voice, he’s trying not to sound as mad as he is.

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay, he’s just drunk.”

His hand finds mine, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He stayed silent, I turned to him waiting for him to respond. He wouldn’t even look at me. He knew what I wanted to hear, he just knew he couldn’t say it.

“You would never make me feel that way, Shawn,” I whisper, trying to keep my emotions under control was a lot more complicated when I was drunk.

“You’re right,” He slowly raises his head, bringing his eyes to meet mine, “ I would never.”

“So tell me what to do Shawn,” I sit back in my seat, the tear streaming down my face now. His hand still holding mine tightly.

“Lets go inside and get you to bed.”

He gets out and walks over to open my door, taking my hand and helping me out. Before I start to walk inside, he pulls me back into him, hugging me tight. His hands start massage my scalp, and I instantly calmed down. I always did when his arms were around me. Before I turned to walk away, he hold my hand not letting it go. I turn around looking at him as he smiles at me, he looks me up and down but in an approving way.

“You look really good tonight, like an Adult,” He says with a smirk.

“Thank you,” I mumble as I drunkenly spin, showing him my entire outfit, earning a belly laugh from him.

We walk inside and the guys start to ask questions about the night, obviously defensive since they know if Shawn picked me up something was wrong. Shawn waved them away, silently telling them that now was not the time. He takes me to the bathroom and helps me wash my face, giggling because even in my drunken state, my skin care routine is still the same. As I finished up in the bathroom, Shawn went to my room picking out a huge t-shirt that used to be Jason’s, and a pair of soft shorts. I followed his orders and went to my room and put them on. Shortly after, he came in as I was scrolling through all of the messages from Sam I had gotten. He took the phone out of my hand, quickly reading them and shaking his head in disapproval before setting my phone on my night stand to charge. He sat down at the end of my bed, looking down at the floor.

“Thanks for picking me up.”

“Anytime.”

“Ill figure this out, Shawn,” I whisper, leaning back against my head board.

“I know you will, y/n,” He sighs turning to look at me, “I wish I could do more, I want to fix this for you so badly, but I can’t… I shouldn’t do that for you anymore.”

“I know you shouldn’t.”

“If you need me to though, I will.”

“I know you will.”

He silently laughs, making me smile at him. Our conversations were easy. We used few words, but said exactly what we needed to. He knew that he had to let me make my own mistakes, and I knew I had to fix this on my own. I loved him even more than before for understanding that. I cozied under my blankets and he got up from my bed and disappeared from the room. He came back a few minutes later with water and Tylenol, I sat up to take the pills.

“I am an adult,” I say before swallowing my pills.

He turns around slowly and squints his eyebrows together.

“What are you talking about, weirdo?”

“Earlier, you said I looked like an adult, I am and adult,” I smirk at him, maintaining eye contact as I sip water from my mug, “You’re only two years older than me, ya know.”

He nods his head as he listens to my argument, biting his lip to keep him from laughing at my seriousness.  

“You’re right, You’re definitely an adult.”

“I definitely am,” I agree with him, disappearing into my covers once again. I hear him laughing and I fall asleep just as he tells me good night. I dreamt about the days when I wasn’t an adult, and when I didn’t have to deal with feelings. Unfortunately when I woke up, I had a mess to deal with. I didn’t want to be an adult anymore. 

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