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inkmonster21 · 6 months ago

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Nothing’s Changed

Trailer Park Boys

Julian x Fem!Reader

When you come back to Sunnyvale after almost a decade Julian can no longer hold his feelings back.

Warnings: foul language, smoking, drinking, SMUT, basic trailer park boys shit

(Wrote this just to satisfy my sleep paralysis demon - don’t expect it to get much love)

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Julian steps out of his trailer, the late morning sun casting a warm glow around him. A pensive expression rests on his face, his hand clutching a glass of liquid, clearly en route to somewhere. As he descends the porch steps, his gaze momentarily drifts towards you, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, as he just then noticed your presence.

He speaks your name softly, the letters sounding like a familiar song he hasn’t sung in years. Julian's jaw drops for a second before he takes a couple of steps towards you. It's been so long after all.

“Julian!” You gasp with a wide smile and wrap your arms around his neck. As soon as you throw yourself into his arms, he hugs you tightly in return. He's stunned, not believing you're actually here in front of him. He pulls away just enough to get a good look at you, eyes roaming over you slowly. “Is it really you?”

“In the flesh.” He shakes his head in disbelief as he keeps a firm hold around your waist. “Damn.. how long has it been? Feels like forever.” You bite your lip counting up the years, “8 years.”

“Way too long.” He lets his hand slide down from your waist to take your hand in his, not wanting to let you go yet. “Damn, look at you. You haven't changed a bit.” You wave a hand at him. “Oh, hush. Look at you! Muscle man!”

Julian laughs, a full, deep, laugh. He shakes his head and playfully bumps your shoulder as he chuckles. “You always did know how to flatter a guy.” “Call it a talent, huh?”

“And just as feisty as I remember.” He grins at you. He didn't want to admit it, but he's feeling really damn happy seeing you again. Happy doesn't even seem like a strong enough word, honestly. He's practically ecstatic.

You smile at him before taking a look around. “This place has changed a lot. Looks good. Who owns the park now?” “It's a lot tamer than it used to be.” He follows your gaze, taking in the new trailers set up around the park. “I actually own it now.” You gasp at him. “Julian! That is amazing! Just what you always wanted. I’m so proud of you.”

Julian blushes a bit at your praise. Honestly, he wasn't expecting you to say that and it caught him off guard. He glances down at the ground, suddenly feeling a little awkward. Clearing his throat, he looks back up at you. “It wasn't easy. Had to fight pretty damn hard to get ownership.” You roll your eyes, “I can imagine.“

He grins crookedly. “Yeah. Took some bribes, had to rough up some guys.. same old song and dance, really. It was worth it in the end, though. I own the park now and we run a few legit businesses that keep us out of too much trouble. It was a lot of work, but I got the place cleaned up and now it's actually a decent place to live.”

Just then, gunshots go off. Instantly, a scowl appears on Julian's face and he grabs your wrist, pulling you behind his body quickly as protection. He whips around, looking to where the shots were coming from. “What the fuck?”

“Goddamnit, Ricky!” Julian hisses, “he just can't stay out of trouble!” He continues to hold your hand, practically dragging you along as he makes his way to Ricky's trailer.

When you arrive Ricky is yelling at Cory and Jacob. “You two idiots can’t let those fucking squirrels under the trailer!” Julian runs up to Ricky, yanking him around to look at him. “What is wrong with you, shooting off your damn gun like that?”

But Ricky just shoves it off. “I had to try and get these squirrels, Julian! They’re going to eat all the fucking weed and birth little baby squirrels, then the whole park will be overrun with those hash hating bastards!”

Julian rubs a hand down his face, exasperated at Ricky's stupidity already. “Christ, man. You can not just shoot your gun whenever you want, Ricky. We're supposed to be keeping a low profile.” You smirk and cross your arms, “and it looks like you all are doing a terrific job at that.”

Ricky looks to you and widens his eyes. “Holy shit! When’d you get back?” He pulls you in for a hug. “Just a few minutes ago actually. Got my mom's old trailer. Gonna fix it up.”

Julian rolls his eyes, Ricky, why are the squirrels a problem right now?” “They’re eating the hash! I saw its little ass run under the trailer. Cory and Jacob can’t even use a fucking net right. Hopeless idiots!” Ricky says frantically. Julian pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales slowly. He was a patient man but even he had a limit. “There are things called traps, Ricky. You could always try using one.”

Ricky rolls his eyes. “I got a 9-millimeter led trap right fucking here!” Julian runs a hand down his face and mutters, “Jesus Christ” under his breath. “Ricky, you can’t just shoot every problem you have.” He looks to Cory and Jacob and gives them a nod. “You two boys run along. Go find some shade to sit in.”

Cory and Jacob nod as they walk away,

Cory tripped over his own feet as they both eyed you up like love-struck idiots. Julian barely resists the urge to roll his eyes again. He’s caught the way they’re ogling you out of the corner of his eye, but he’s too focused on talking to Ricky to deal with that right now. “C’mon, let’s go inside Ricky.”

You three look at all the plants. Julian sighing as he counts the ones missing. “Damn it, Ricky.. How many plants have the opossums gotten now?” “4! that’s what’s I’m trying to tell you, Julian! We need someone to sleep here and catch them before they eat all my fucking hash!” “So put up a damn trap! Hell, put up a few! What do you want me to do??” Julian asks, frustrated.

You smile at the banter. Nothing has changed at all. You sniff one of the plants. “Damn Ricky. This smells good.” Julian gives you a slight smirk as you admire Ricky’s product. He’d missed that about you. Your laid back, no-bullshit attitude never failed to impress him.

“You guys wanna smoke some?” Ricky asks with pre rolled joint in his fingers. Julian glances over at you, considering for a split second before nodding. “You in, princess?” He asks, turning his attention to you. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Julian smiles at your response. He grabs the joint from Ricky and takes a lighter from his pocket. Placing the joint between your lips, he lights it for you. “Ladies first.” He can’t help but watch intently as you bring the joint to your mouth and inhale, his eyes on your lips. It was always a little mesmerizing to watch you smoke, something about your confidence and the fact he always loved watching your lips wrapped around the joint as you took a drag.

Julian snaps out of his little trance when Ricky’s questions you, “so, what are you doing back here, huh, Miss Hollywood?” His eyes go back up to your face and he listens intently. “Yeah, how long you staying?”

“Uh… long term.” You say quickly. You and your soon to be ex husband were in the mix of a very very very messy divorce and all you had left to your name right now was your moms old trailer lot, and whatever cash you had in that old get away purse you took before you left your husband.

Julian studies you intently, trying to read your thoughts on your face. You’d obviously left out the bits about your divorce and husband. He could tell that you weren’t planning on returning to wherever it is you live anytime soon. He knows better than to ask, though, at least right now. He takes the joint from you and takes a long hit, the smoke filling his lungs in a familiar way that helps him relax. “Well, I’m sure we can make some room for you here, then.” “I would appreciate it.” You smile. It felt nice to be home. Back to your roots.

Julian had absolutely thought about it. A lot. But he was always worried about messing up the friendship you had. He had seen too many other relationships of his end and he didn’t want to risk losing you. Plus, you had left and his feelings of abandonment had convinced him that you weren’t interested anyway. Now, though.. it’s like the floodgates are opening and he’s suddenly reminded of how much he’s missed you and how attracted to you he actually is.

“Since you’re back let’s have a barbecue. A little welcome home party for you.” Julian suggests. He knows how you get when you had a few drinks and he won’t lie, he’s excited at the thought of seeing you all loose and carefree again. Maybe even a little flirty. He glances over at Ricky to see what he thinks.

Julian smirks, knowing his friend will absolutely be on board with anything that involves free food and alcohol. “What do you think, Rick? Sound good?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Let’s get fucked up!” He laughs and nods at him, knowing Ricky would have said yes no matter what because he just loves a good party, then looks back to you.* Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a get together then.

Julian is excited, and he can’t wait to have you around and a lot closer. This could end up being a pretty good night. “Anything you in the mood for? Beer, liquor, joints for days?” He grins at you as he asks the question, already knowing the likely answer. You look to him, “don’t think I’ve changed that much, Jules. Still the same trailer trash girl who’s always chasing your ass around.”

Julian laughs, your words and the smirk on your face sending a shiver down his spine. Damn, how’d he forget how sexy you are when you got all confident. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess.”

You effortlessly catch up with everyone, a smile on your face as Sarah and Lucy excitedly chat away, their words spilling out in a rush. Julian sits nearby, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he observes the scene between you and the girls, his gaze lingering with a sense of contentment. “After all these fucking years you still got that stupid look in your eyes.” Ricky says laughing.

Julian snaps his head to Ricky. “Shut up, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s clearly not doing a good job of denying the look because he can’t seem to take his eyes off you for more than two seconds. He huffs and takes a deep pull of the joint. He hated how well Ricky knew him sometimes. He couldn’t be any more obvious so what was the point in trying to deny it?

“Hush, Ricky, I think it’s beautiful.” Bubbles defends Julian’s gaze. Julian glances over at Bubbles with slight embarrassment. He knew the big man was always perceptive and picked up on these kinds of things easily. It was like he had a sixth sense for love. “Yeah, yeah.. Shut up, Bubs. Just enjoying having her back around, is all.”

Ricky smirks, “you think she’s gonna move that pussy husband up here?” Julian rolls his eyes. Of course Ricky would bring up your husband. “Don’t know what was thinking.” He says, feigning apathy. Honestly, he was hoping she was gonna get rid of the damn guy for good, but he wasn’t going to bring that up. Not yet anyway.

Bubbles huffs with a frown, “I hope not. He was mean. Kicked my kitties. Called me funny looking. Stupid son of a whore.” Julian nods in agreement. He definitely didn’t like the douchebag either. The thought of him kicking any of the cats pissed him off and he made a mental note to beat his ass if the guy ever stepped foot in the park again. “Damn right, bubbles. I don’t care for him either.” Julian remembers when he met him. Judging him right off the bat. Wouldn’t even shake his hand. Called him a drunk. You’d be better off without him.

Julian looks on with a slight smile as J Roc preforms an impromptu song he started up as soon as he found out you were back in town. The rest of the gang is hooting and jeering as J Roc raps and Julian shakes his head, finding the whole thing amusing. He turns his head and glances at you, catching you watching, clearly just as amused as he is.

Julian watches as you get pulled onto the stage, his eyes glued to you. The sight of you laughing and having fun like this makes his chest ache in the best way. Even after all these years you were still so damn gorgeous and carefree and the sound of your laughter has always been like music to his ears. He watches as you join T on the stage

“Now lemme hand dis shinzza over to one of the hottest bitches in the pack, ya know what ima sayin, HAA!” Julian rolls his eyes at the way the guys are all hollering and cat calling as they hand you the microphone. They’re basically drooling over you and the sight makes him more than a little possessive. He can’t tell if he’s more annoyed at the guys for acting like this or at you for looking so goddamn good right now.

You laugh into the microphone. “Wow, this is definitely the warm welcome I was wanting! It’s great to be back in Sunnyvale!” Julian can’t fight back a small smile as he watches you address the group. He always loved the way you never minded having all eyes on you. You were a show off but you backed it up every damn time and somehow you never failed to impress him. “Now I know we’re all wondering… why the fuck am I back?”

Julian can’t help but snicker at your question. He can tell by the look on your face that you plan on being dramatic here and he’s here for it. All eyes are on you now as everyone waits for your next words, including his. “Well,” you flash the shiny diamond on your finger. “I am getting divorced!” You slip the ring off and shove it into your pocket. “Fuck that mother fucker!”

There’s a loud round of cheers as you announce the divorce. Julian can’t help but smirk at the way you threw the ring into your pocket. Not even a shred of sadness or regret on your face. He was so goddamn glad to have you back here.

Ricky slaps Julian on the shoulder. “There you go, buddy,” Ricky snickers. Julian glances at Ricky and smirks, deciding to keep up his act of feigned indifference for now. “Yeah, yeah.. Shut up, Rick.”

Julian turns his eyes back to you as Ricky walks away, focusing in just as you start to speak again. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you if he tried. Not when you were like this. He just wanted to take you and lock you up in his trailer so he could have you to himself, but no one else is giving away any hints that they’ve noticed his obvious attraction.

You gracefully make your way off the stage, your spirits high after a great performance. As you approach Julian, he offers you the joint pinched between his fingers. Silently, you take a seat beside him and accept the joint, inhaling deeply and letting the familiar smoke fill your lungs.

He’s so close he could probably smell whatever damn lip gloss you were rocking. Julian's eyes are trained on you as he broaches the topic that's been looming. "How come you didn't mention that you and the pretty boy were separated?" His voice is cool and collected, but a hint of curiosity hangs in the air.

Julian keeps his face carefully neutral and takes another hit of the joint, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Part of him wanted to be honest with you and part of him wanted to make a snarky comment, but he does neither.

You wave your hand in a dismissive manner, “oh, we just decided to go our separate ways. It was mutual. Very civil.” You hate to lie but the truth would cause a whole lot more damage.

Julian’s eyebrows raised in disbelief at your choice of words. He didn’t buy that for a second, but he decides to keep his suspicions to himself for now. He passes you the joint again as he tries to think of a response. “Yeah, because a mutual and civil separation is a completely logical reason for a freshly separated woman to come and crash at her old trailer park and throw her wedding ring away.”

“I didn’t throw it away. I’ve got it in my pocket. Going to pawn it tomorrow morning.” Julian snorts softly and glances at you. The visual of you tossing the expensive ring into your pocket so flippantly is playing in his mind. You were clearly in a mood right now and he’d be lying if he said you weren’t sexy as hell like this. “Oh, yeah? Gonna spend all the money on booze? Typical.” “No, I’m not Ricky.” You sit back in your chair smoking the joint. “Just want to get rid of it is all.”

Julian watches as you take another hit and he wonders what’s going through your mind right now. He could sense the subtle hint of something going on under the surface but he wasn’t sure if it would be polite (or smart) to ask. Instead, he focuses on a different aspect of your comment. “Ricky would have hocked that ring and spent the money in like 10 minutes flat.” You agree, “on the dumbest shit he could find.”

As it gets later and the party really gets going, you get more and more drunk, and Julian is loving it. You’ve always let down more of your guard when you were intoxicated and he was loving this side of you. You were still the perfect blend of sexy and funny and you were getting clingier by the second. It was taking everything in him right to not get up and go find Ricky and throw his ass out for the night so he could have you all alone.

“I’ve missed this,” your head settles against his shoulder. You were definitely drunk if you were this clingy and he was enjoying it so much that he couldn’t even be bothered to stop himself from putting an arm around you to pull you closer. “You missed what, princess? The booze and shitty weed?” There was more to it than that, of course. You laugh. “Definitely missed the shitty weed. Just has that special taste to it, you know?”

He chuckled softly. This wasn’t even decent weed. This was straight up rag weed. But in true trailer park style, you could make anything fun. He pulls you even closer, using the excuse of needing to reach for the joint as his reason. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

The wind is cold, but the combination of alcohol and having you basically in his lap is making Julian feel warm enough to ignore it. He wraps his other arm around you, trapping you against his body. A sense of possessiveness is slowly starting to take over and he can’t fight it anymore. You were his and only his and he’d kick anyone’s ass for even looking at you right now.

You down your final drink and place the jar down. “Well, fellas, laddie friends, I am off to bed.” Julian frowns slightly as you pull away from him and start to get up. The warmth and weight of your body against his was something he craved and he didn’t want to let go. He was about to speak up and keep you here with him where you belonged when Ricky beat him to the punch. Ricky states, “Aw, come on, you’re totally pooping the party. Stay a while. The fuck you need to get up for in the morning?”

Julian nods, silently agreeing with Ricky. You weren’t sleeping in that goddamn shitty little trailer of yours. Not while he was here. But he doesn’t push it. He lets go of you and waits to see what you say.

Julian is glad to see that you didn’t take a lot of convincing. He knew you weren’t as willing to give in when you were sober, but drunk you was an entirely different beast. He knew you’d give in and stay. “Fuck, guys you’re making me make bad choices again.”

Julian smirks and pulls you down onto the chair with him, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you there. He’s acting on pure instinct and possessiveness at this point and he doesn’t even care. “You never did make good choices in the first place.” Grateful for the darkness, relieved for the rosy hue that has spread across your cheeks. Despite your efforts to remain composed, a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty has managed to surface, tinting your face with a soft shade of pink.

Julian tried to move on. He really did. But no other woman compared to you. He’d tried everything to forget about you, but no matter what, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Now that you were here again, in his lap, looking the most breathtaking you’d ever looked, it was like all the years apart had disappeared. Nothing had changed. You were his and his alone, and he’d be dammed if he was ever going to let you go again.

Ricky decided to take a jab at your ex, “yeah like that asshole you shipped off with. Not your best decision.” Julian feels a pang of possessive anger as Ricky mentions your ex. The last thing he wanted was to hear another word about that douchebag, especially not right now when he had you in his lap. He tightens his grip on you slightly, pulling you closer.

You roll your eyes, your hand going to the back of Julian’s neck and toying with his hair. “Ugh, don’t mention him right now. You’ll kill the mood.” Julian can’t help but feel a little smug at you automatically reaching up and playing with his hair. You’d always loved doing that to him, and he couldn’t deny how nice it felt. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with desire as he watches your fingers trailing through his hair, and his grip on you tightens even more. “Yeah, Rick. No one wants to hear about that bastard right now.”

As you play with his hair, brushing and tugging on it, Julian starts to let his hands wander. He wants to touch you everywhere he can, to keep you on his lap and never let you leave. His fingers move up and down your thighs, tracing random patterns into your skin, and he’s fighting back every urge to keep his hands from wandering further. He tilts his head down and buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. You smell of booze, perfume, and him - at least, the way he wants you to. He starts peppering light kisses along your skin, moving down to your collarbone and pressing a more firm kiss there before moving back to your neck.

You pull away and look down at him. “I… I should really get going. I’ve got to unload all my shit tomorrow.” Julian can’t stop the small growl that escapes his lips as you say that. The last thing he wanted was for you to go anywhere right now - especially not back to that shitty trailer of yours. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened and filled with something almost feral, as he responds firmly. “No. You’re not going anywhere.” The possessive way with which he grabs your hip and keeps you firmly in his lap, tells you that he’s not going to just let you go without a fight. You were his and he was going to prove it to you no matter what. You think he’s going to let you leave after being away for nearly eight years? No way in hell.

Julian’s eyes stay fixed on your face as he watches your reaction. He can see that hint of a smile and it just fuels the possessive feeling even more. You’re sitting in his lap. Touching him. Smiling at his words. You clearly haven’t forgotten the way things used to be between the two of you and that gives him a sense of hope. Maybe there was a second chance in all of this, if he played his cards right.

He tightens his grip on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, and brings his other hand up to rest on your cheek. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened with desire, and he can’t help the words that start spilling from his lips. “You’re not leaving here tonight. You’re coming home with me.”

“Julian, no. I’ve got my mom’s trailer. It’s okay.” Julian lets out a low, frustrated growl as you protest to his words, his grip on you tightening even more to the point that it’s bordering on painful. “I said no. You’re not sleeping in that goddamn trailer. Thing doesn’t even have heat or AC right now. You’re coming home with me tonight.” You lean into him. “Fine. Since you’re the boss.”

Julian finally allows his grip to loosen slightly as you lean into him. He’s relieved that you gave in so quickly. He didn't want to have to fight you too hard on this. He lifts his hand up and starts threading his fingers through your hair, watching you with darkened eyes. “You’re damn right I’m the boss.” He keeps caressing your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He’s starting to want to get out of here and bring you to his trailer now. He wants you to himself, but he knows he’s going to have to wait until everyone else starts going to bed. He doesn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention.

But that wasn’t long. Everyone started filing out and going home to their trailer. Ricky stands with Lucy’s hand in his. “Well, I’ll see you fucks tomorrow. Lucy and I are going to bang.” You laugh and wave them off. Julian rolls his eyes as Ricky makes his departure, Lucy in tow. He couldn't care less what those two were going to be doing. His only focus was on you right now. He looks over at you as you wave them off, feeling more and more impatient to get you to his trailer so he could have you alone.

“Let’s go too. I’m getting a little cold.” You say as you rub the exposed skin on your arms. Julian gives a sharp nod in agreement, already starting to push you up from the chair and onto your feet. As soon as you’re standing, he’s up after you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his side. You are cold. Come on, princess. Let’s get you back to my trailer where it’s warm.

“Oh, wait.” You stop at your car, openinf the back, and bend over to retrieve your bag. Julian’s attention was immediately drawn to the way the position causes your shorts to ride up. He has to force himself to look away before he gets too distracted.

You stand up straight, now with a black duffel bag swinging at your thigh. “Lead the way, Jules.” Julian grabs your free hand and starts to lead you towards his trailer, his thoughts still somewhat distracting him from the walk. He was having a hard time just being able to walk in a straight line without the need to touch you, caress you, and keep you close.

As youstep into the trailer, your gaze sweeps over the eclectic decor. The scent of a mixture of bourbon and cigarettes fill the air, mingling with the faint strains of classic rock music playing in the background. The walls, lined with faded photographs and vintage album covers, give the trailer a rugged and lived-in atmosphere. Everything has a well-worn yet charming quality to it, reflecting Julian's laid-back personality.

Julian closes the trailer door behind the two of you before taking your bag off your shoulder and tossing it next to his couch, making his way to the sofa and taking a seat. He pats the spot next to him, silently ordering you to come sit down.

As you take a seat, Julian can’t help but look at you sitting there. Seeing you here, in his space after so many years, stirred up a mixture of nostalgia and desire in him. His eyes roam up and down your body, taking in every curve and contour. He couldn’t take it anymore - he needed to touch you now.

With a fluid movement, Julian sets down his glass, the air crackling with tension between you two. His eyes never leave your gaze. His voice is soft but firm as he speaks, his restraint slowly crumbling. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, babe."

As the term "babe" rolls off Julian's tongue, it ignites a familiar flame within you. You are transported back in time, reminded of the days of youthful infatuation and the countless favors you had done for him. There is a tinge of sorrow in your heart as you reminisce about what could have been. "Sometimes," you say softly, your voice laced with both longing and regret, "I wish I had married you instead."

Julian's eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your admission. He had always wondered what might have been, and your confession fuels the spark of possibility in his heart. Closing the last bit of distance between you two, he cups your chin gently, his touch surprisingly tender.

The distance between your faces shrinks to mere inches as Julian closes in, his breath hot against your skin. His words, whispered like a secret, make your heart race even faster. "Always wanted to kiss you," he confesses, his gaze locked onto your lips with a fierce intensity.

The air is thick with desire as you lean closer, your voice laced with playful tease. "Try it, you might like it," you say, daring him to take the leap. Julian's eyes darken with want, his breath hitching as he responds. "Oh, I know I'll like it." And with that, his lips meet yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

Electricity crackles through your body as Julian's lips capture yours. The kiss is tentative at first, almost as if he's savoring the moment, but as soon as his tongue flicks against yours, it becomes more intense. One of his hands cups the back of your head, pulling you closer, while the other slips around your waist, pressing you firmly against him.

With a controlled grace, Julian guides you down onto the worn couch, the old cushions sinking beneath your weight. He positions himself between your legs, his body pressing into yours, as he continues to kiss you with a growing hunger. His hands roam over your body, exploring every contour, like a man possessed.

Julian pauses for a moment, pulling away from your lips just enough to speak, his voice hoarse with desire and confession. "I've wanted you forever," he repeats, his eyes searching yours, as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. The words hang in the air, filled with the weight of all the years of unacknowledged desire between you two. You wrap your arms around his neck, “then stop wasting your time, Swazey.”

A small laugh escapes Julian's lips at your attempt to lighten the moment. He grins down at you, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and teasing. "Stop wasting my time, huh?" he echoes, his voice dripping with faux incredulity. "Fine, then." With that, he swoops back down to claim your lips once again, this time with a renewed fervor. "No more wasted time," he murmurs against your mouth.

He pushed forward slightly and laid you down on the worn couch, the springs creaking beneath your weight as he loomed over you, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're still legally married, aren't you?" Julian growled, his voice rough with want. You nodded, your nerves building. “But, we don’t have to if you don’t-“ Julian cuts you off with another kiss. “Oh fuck no. I hate that motherfucker. Just wanted to make sure I can tell him I banged his wife.”

Julian's hands slid under your shirt, his fingertips tracing the lace of your bra. He deftly unhooked your bra, his mouth descending to capture one hardened nipple between his lips as he pulls your shirt up. He sucked and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand traveled further down, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.

You arched off the couch, your back bowing as Julian's skilled fingers found your wetness, stroking you through the thin fabric of your panties. "Oh God, Julian," you panted, your head thrashing from side to side. You’ve never known such want and desire. "I need you inside me. Now."

With a swift motion, Julian tore at your shorts, ridding you of the remaining barriers between the two of you. He kicked off his own pants, his thick cock springing free, already glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself between your thighs, his tip nudging at your entrance.

"Please," you begged, your hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck me, Julian. I want to feel you."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within you, pussy clenching around him, hot and tight. Julian groaned, his eyes rolling back as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. He pounded into you, his hips slamming against yours, the couch creaking with each savage stroke.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his hands gripping your thighs, leaving red marks on the skin. "I've dreamed of this pussy for years."

You cried out, orgasm building swiftly as Julian hit all the right spots, his cock seemingly designed to pleasure. "I'm close," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Don't stop, Julian. You’re gonna make me come." He obliged, quickening his pace with each thrust. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice hoarse with lust. "Come all over my cock."

As if on cue, your body shattered, waves of pleasure rippling through. You screamed his name, pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him as your juices flowed. Julian thrust through your orgasm, his own climax building to a fever pitch.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours as he emptied his load deep inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt of hot cum.

You both lay entangled on the couch, hearts pounding and bodies glistening with sweat. Julian brushed the hair from your face, his expression softening as he gazed down at you. "I've wanted you for so long. I hope this isn't just a one-time thing."

You smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief once more. "I'm not leaving Sunnyvale anytime soon." You kissed him once more, tongues tangling in a promise of more to come, Julian knew that this time, he would do whatever it took to keep her in his life, and in his bed.

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oyeartillero · 2 months ago

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huh okay i'll just keep on thinking 24/7 about jp and robb as god intended

#trailer park boys #tpb #julian tpb #ricky lafleur #rickyjules #one last shot #the cart boy #john paul tremblay #robb wells #fanart #fuck i love one last shot someone take my phone away

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izumicurtis · 11 months ago

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julian also more rob & gw doing yaoi

#my art #tpb #trailer park boys #one last shot #rickyjules #julian #ricky lafleur

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rickydoodahgrimez · 1 year ago

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𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you and rick have always hated each other. ever since you first joined the group during the start of the apocalypse. a year later, you're now at the prison and you're feelings are the same, if not more intense. but when daryl backs out of a run with rick last minute and you're told to take his place, will the tension break and you guys finally make up or will you two only get worse? — especially when you save him from getting bitten and he doesn't seem to like that.

warnings: swearing, gore, mention of gun, mention of knife

word count: 1.0k

It was supposed to be a normal run.

Unfortunately, not everything goes to plan. Glenn and Carol begged you to go on a run with Rick since Daryl had to back out last minute. You tried to beg Glenn to take your place but your efforts were sadly wasted.

Because who knows what would happen if you were alone with Rick fucking Grimes.

This all began since Glenn brought the sheriff back to camp, because he saved them. But really, it all started at the farm.

Whenever you were sharing your opinion on something, Rick suddenly had the need to disagree with you, even when two hours earlier, he said the exact same thing.

After that, you two constantly butted heads and never agreed on anything. Some days you just want to smash a fucking pan on his head.

So who knows what could happen if you have to endure more than two hours with a guy you can’t even be around for five minutes?

You internally cursed yourself on the way to the car, rolling your eyes as the sheriff's mouth already opened to say a remark.

You slammed the door shut as you sat inside the car, watching Carol and Glenn wave at you two with matching smirks as the car drove off.

The ride there was painfully awkward and every time you tried to be nice and start a conversation, he would ignore you and stay silent, more to your frustration. In the end, you decided to give up, thinking it was simply not worth it.

Around an hour and thirty minutes later, the car stopped next to an orphanage in a random town. Rick got out first and slammed the door behind him, making you roll your eyes at him, even though you done the same not that long ago.

You walked into a random pharmacy a minute after Rick did and headed straight towards the kitchen. You looked in the cupboards for any medicine and put some essentials in the bag you carried.

You noticed there was a fridge and was about to go check inside it when you suddenly heard a loud shout.

"Shit!"

There was no real answer on how fast you run towards the sound, all you know is that you dropped the bag that was in your hand when you took flight.

You didn't know how you knew which room the sound came from but you're glad you did, because you saw 10 walkers and one Rick Grimes on the floor.

Wasting no time, you stabbed all the walkers in the head that were close to you to get towards Rick.

But then, you noticed that he stabbed the walker that was on top of him and shoved it out the way but to his dismay, another walker was on top of that walker and it's mouth landed right next to his neck.

Instinctively, you reached for your gun and shot the walker in the head causing it to fall limp against Rick's chest.

Rick breathed heavily and he looked at your now stretched arm in front of him and to your annoyingly pretty face, then he decided to ignore your out stretched arm and walked away from you.

"Where are you going?" You asked, keeping up with his pace, trying to not feel offended.

"We're leavin'." His southern accent drawled out.

"But we're not even done yet!" You protested, grabbing his shoulder.

You felt like his blue eyes pierced into your soul by the way he was looking at you and he locked his hand around your wrist to tug you along. "I said we're leavin'."

Before Rick could tug you any further, you twisted his wrist and slammed him against the wall, with your knife at his neck and a very annoyed look in your eye.

Your voice was low and had a malicious tone to it "If you ever touch me like that again, I will drive this knife through your neck and I enjoy every single fucking second of it."

You backed away from him, your knife back in your pocket and walked towards the kitchen, not sparing him a glance. When you came back to the spot where you left Rick, he was still standing there and this time your bag was in your hand.

"Now we can go." You broke the silence and walked back to the car.

The drive back was even more awkward than the first one. The only sounds there were was the sound of the engine, and the whirring of the car driving past. You shot a glance at Rick, not looking at him fully.

His jaw was clenched and he kept a hand on the steering wheel and his other hand ran through his dark, wavy hair. You pursed your lips and turned you eyes away from him and faced the front. You squeezed your eyes shut as certain words play in you mind.

Don't do it.

"Why do you hate me?"

Rick blinked, as if he didn't understand your question and he spoke slowly. "Why d' I hate you?"

You smile mockingly and speak back with sarcasm in your voice. "You're getting old, you might need hearing aids for your lack of hearing."

Rick's lip curled up in an almost smile and his jaw unclenched. "I don't hate you."

"Really?" You ask him, leaning back into your seat. "Because I have this passionate, burning hate for you that runs deep inside my veins so that every time I see you, I want you to burn in the sun, and I have a feeling that you feel the same."

Rick glanced at you for a moment as you continued speaking. "I mean, do I really need to be any more sarcastic for you, Grimes? Because I'm almost ninety percent sure that everyone knows you hate me."

"Na.'" Rick replied. "You just . . . annoy me, a lot."

"And how exactly have I done that, then?" You mused. "Because since the farm, I've been feeling like you've hated me, because we were fine before that."

"I 'on't know." Rick stated. "You took care of everyone, you cared for people even though you didn't know them, you took care of Carl and you took care of Lori even when I weren'."

"So, I annoyed you because I took care of your family members?" You drawled out, looking at him, confused.

"Your sarcasm is another reason." He admitted.

"Of course it is." You rolled your eyes, jokingly.

"Since we've talked, friends?" He suggested.

You hummed with a small smirk on your face. "We'll see."

might do part two ;)

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x gn! reader #ricky being a little bitch #rick grimes x female!reader #the walking dead #rick grimes master list #rick grimes one shot #rick x reader #prison era masterlist #rickydoodahgrimez

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coolbeanzeaglbones · 1 month ago

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Aquabats one shot I thought about while watching a training video at my work because *cough cough* I got the job!

Ricky had a ten dollar bill in his hand, walking into the Weis Markets to get something. What something? Why some cough medicine because everyone else was sick.

Yeah, it was good to get it out of the way before tour, but it was almost so bad that they nearly had to push back the schedule because everyone was so sick.

Jimmy and Ricky were the only ones who were unaffected by whatever was going through the tram. Everyone was so out of it and they had a little bit of cough syrup left, which eaglebones had taken before realizing it was expired.

Ricky was looking through the aisle, “Hmm.” He grabbed one off the shelf and went to a register. One thing about Ricky, he was sixteen, therefore a minor, therefore when the cashier rang up his order and asked for ID, Ricky handed her his license and she scanned it.

The register beeped, “Sorry, you’re not old enough to buy this, do you have a parent or something with you?” She asked in a bitchy tone of voice.

Ricky gave an awkward side smile, “Uh, hang on.” The cashier waited because it was nighttime and there wasn’t that many people there who wanted to go to a person.

Ricky dialed Jimmy’s number on video call, “Hey Ricky.” Jimmy greeted, “Jimmy, do you have an ID?” Ricky asked, looking back at the cashier, “No, I’m a robot, I don’t have an ID. I can put the commander on the phone and he can show his ID.” Jimmy put his phone down as he walked over to the commander, “Hey, Ricky needs you to show your ID.” The commander looked at Jimmy blearily, “Why?” He groaned, sitting up straighter on the couch, still wrapped in his blankets, “Cuz you need ID to buy cough syrup.” Ricky said, exasperated.

The commander groaned again, but grabbed his wallet off the table and rifled through the random coupons and receipts until he found his drivers license, “Here ya go.” He held it up to the camera of the phone, “That’s ID.” He said.

Ricky showed it to the cashier, who was already shaking her head, “No, I need a physical form of ID.” She said, frowning and clearly annoyed.

Ricky rolled his eyes, “Fuuuuckkk.” He elongated the words in exasperation.

“Language.” The commander said, “and it’s fine, um,” he looked around, “Ah, come back to the car, eaglebones has an ID, just bring him with you.”

“Isn’t he sleeping?” Ricky questioned. The commander kicked out, “Not anymore.” He said. Ricky heard a weak “ow” from off camera, “Alright. Bye.” He hung up the phone and looked back at the cashier, “I will be right back, okay?” The cashier nodded and Ricky left outside to the battletram.

Everyone was hanging out in the living room, as everyone does when they’re sick, just all in the living room. Bones was asleep again, “I guess that being expired made sleep aid a bit more potent than usual.” Ricky said, poking eaglebones to wake him up, “Nah, he’s a lightweight, I don’t think we did the dosage right.” Jimmy said. Ricky was still trying to wake bones into some semblance of consciousness, “Hey, I need you to come in the store with me so I can get the cough medicine. I need your ID.”

Eaglebones was out of it, so he was just so confused, so Ricky just put his hand out to help him up. As soon as he was up, he couldn’t even stand he was so sick, “I’ll put you on my back, just hold on.” He grabbed Bones’ license out of his wallet and pulled him onto his back, “I’m starting to get real pissed off at this point.” Ricky said, letting his Latino side slip into Spanish.

This must’ve looked so weird for a teenager to be having a pale, blanket wrapped, pajama clad, semiconscious adult on his back. Ricky walked back up to the still empty cash register line, “There’s a form of ID.” Ricky said, trying to hide his pissed off-ness. Bones was conscious enough to drop his license onto the metal plate by the register.

The lady scanned it and it went through, “Your total will be $7.56, how will you be paying sir?” She directed that at eaglebones as she handed him his license back, “Ricky just give her the ten dollar bill so we can leave.” His voice was cracky before coughing into his sleeve. Ricky nodded to the lady, “We’re paying in cash.”

Ricky paid the lady and got his change, “Have a nice night.” Ricky said with a smile, hiking eaglebones further up his back so he wouldn’t fall. The lady gave the most stank face ever, “Yeah whatever.”

Back on the battletram, Ricky carefully put the now sleeping Bones back on the couch and covered him up with a blanket before grabbing his handigel and disinfecting his hands, “Guys, can we just make sure we have medicine and stuff stocked up until I turn eighteen? I don’t wanna do that again, eaglebones is surprisingly uncomfortable to wear cuz of the random hard bone sticking out and he drools in his sleep.”

Jimmy nodded, “Yeah, I guess.” He said before saying, “You’re a good friend, you completed the task and that shows a lot about your teamwork. Proud of you.” He patted Ricky on the shoulder before leaving to his lab.

That for some reason made Ricky very happy and he sat down against the couch and put on a show to watch while keeping his sleeping friends company.

Yes, he was a good friend.

#the aquabats #the aquabats super show #eaglebones falconhawk #aquabats #jimmy the robot #fanfic #crash mclarson #mcbc #one shot #ricky fitness

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xmads-omensx · 1 month ago

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Hi! I was hoping to request something with Ricky Olson x fem reader? I was thinking something inspired by the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder?

Word Count: 1,261

Pairing: Ricky Olson X Reader

CW: swearing, break up, angst?

Tags: @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @rumoured-whispers @kait16xo @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @blackveilomens @lilgarbitch @lil-garbitch @death-ofpeace-ofmind @xxkatsatwatwafflexx @kissestomyomens

Hi anon! Thank you so much for the request! I'm so sorry that this took so long to get done for you. I hope you enjoy! <3

I had called Ricky late one night.

I knew he was with his new girlfriend, but I needed to speak to him.

The phone rang and rang and rang until I almost gave up, when he picked up, whispering a quiet “hello” as he spoke.

��Ricky?” I asked, wanting to ensure that it was him who I was talking to.

“Yeah.” He replied softly. He sounded hurried.

“Hey.” I whispered, suddenly forgetting why I called him.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He hurried.

“Just wanna talk to you…” I continued.

“Y/N, I can’t. Jessica is here.” Ricky whispered.

Jessica was his new girlfriend. She was perfect in every sense of the word. Kind, loyal, caring, intelligent. She was the ideal partner for anyone, but I didn’t like her with Ricky.

We had been broken up for about six months at this point and I missed him every single day. There wasn’t a moment when my mind didn’t flash back to him.

He had moved on and I had no choice but to put on a façade of happiness for him. He was, after all, with someone who loved him and treated him how he deserved. She made him happy.

“I’m sorry Ricky, I just had to call.” I responded after a moment in a similarly quiet tone.

“…Okay?” He replied.

“I just need to know that you’re happy. With her. Does she make you happy?” I asked, desperate for him to answer with a no.

He didn’t answer for a moment, as if he was pondering the question.

“Y/N….” He trailed off. “Yes. She makes me happy.”

My heart sank. Some dark and twisted part of my brain wanted him to tell me that she made him miserable and that he wanted to leave her. But he was happy. With someone else.

“Are you happy?” He asked. It shocked me. I didn’t expect him to ask that, let alone care.

I didn’t answer. He didn’t need to know that I wasn’t happy. That I was, in fact, miserable without him. Every day I woke up anticipating his tattooed arms to wrap around me and pull me close into his chest, kissing the back of my neck and whispering a soft “good morning” to me.

The nights were bad too.

Home-cooked meals for two swiftly became microwaved meals for one. I ate alone at the dining table, still in the seat I always sat in, looking at the spot that Ricky used to occupy.

I went to bed alone. The sheets cold as I pulled them around myself to grasp for some semblance of comfort. No gentle, loving “goodnight” as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Nothing.

“I’m fine.” I replied, my voice catching slightly.

“That’s not what I asked.” Ricky responded.

“I um..” I wasn’t sure how to respond to him.

He always saw right through me, even if it was over the phone. He knew I wasn’t happy, but there was nothing that either of us could do to fix it. Only time would tell.

“Y/N, are you happy?” He asked again. My heart hammered in my chest, finally being able to speak to him again.

“No.” I mumbled.

“I have to go.” He whispered.

“Why did you answer the call?” I asked, needing to keep him on the line for as long as I could.

“Y/N I have to go.” He repeated.

“Answer the question and you never have to speak to me again.” I hurried, trying to keep him here longer, even just for a moment.

“Jessica is here.” He began. “But she isn’t you. Sure, she makes me happy, but all I want is to go back to the day we broke up and make sure that it never happened. I miss you. I miss everything about you and our relationship. The way you held me, the way you said my name, the way you touched me, the way you kissed me, hell I missed the way we fucked.”

The last part took me by surprise.

“Ricky…” I began.

“No matter what she does, she will never be you.” He finished, still whispering.

“If I asked you to come back to me, would you?” I asked, hope coursing through my veins.

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Ricky…” I began, hoping with every fibre of my being that he would catch on and come home to me.

“But I cant. She makes me happy. She’s the stability that I need right now. I can’t just come crawling home to you because you aren’t happy.” He said with a harsh tone.

My heart stung with his words. After all, he was right. Jessica did nothing to condone me stealing her boyfriend from her in the dead of night.

“Yeah…” I trailed off.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said. “I truly hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

“Don’t go!” I cried out in a final act of desperation.

“What is it?” He asked with an eager tone which he tried to mask with frustration.

“How are you? What have you been up to?” I asked after an awkward pause.

“I’m good. I’ve been working on stuff in the studio; writing, recording… you remember how it is.” He responded, which surprised me.

“Good. That’s good.” I replied.

“How about you?” He asked.

He already knew that I wasn’t happy, so there wasn’t much point lying to him anymore since he would see right through my lies.

The truth was that I had spent the majority of my time over the last six months wallowing in self-pity in my bedroom, just waiting for this sense of defeat to vanish so that I could move forward with my life and onto something else. Something better.

Maybe I could get a hobby? Or a cat? A dog maybe?

“You still there?” Ricky spoke again, cutting through the silence like a knife.

“Yeah um…” I began, unsure of what to say. “I got a cat.”

Fuck now I’m going to have to get a fucking cat.

“Oh nice. What’s it called?” He asked, sounding genuinely interested in what I had to say about my non-existent cat.

“He is called…. Nick.” I said, panic filling my voice.

“Nick? Cool. Nice. I love it when pets have human names.” Ricky chuckled.

I knew he did. We always talked about getting a dog and calling him Shawn.

“Yeah.” I laughed softly.

The call became silent after that. A sense of finality falling over me. It was like in that moment, it all ended. Granted, our relationship had been over for a while, but still, this phone call felt final. Like he was gone. I could never speak to the man that I loved ever again.

“Ricky?” I asked.

“Yeah?” He responded.

“I really do hope you’re happy.” I whispered, as if the words themselves terrified me.

“I hope you’re happy too.” He replied in a whisper.

The line went dead.

I had hung up.

In that moment, I said goodbye to the man who I had once planned a future with, the man who I bought my first house with, the man who I wanted to start a family with, the man who I was so deeply in love with that my own parents had become worried that I would become too attached to.

I had lost the love of my life.

He would grow old with Jessica, whilst I lived alone with a fictional cat.

Maybe I would get that cat.

Start a new life. Move on.

I mean, that was the healthy thing to do.

Right?

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky miw #ricky olson miw #ricky olson fic #ricky olson fanfic #miw fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #ricky olson one shots

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niki-phoria · 5 months ago

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나란히 걷는 우릴 따라서 / 반짝이는 snowflake, 설렘은 can't stop it, baby

notes: gn!reader (no pronouns used), 438 words of me missing blonde ricky, inspo for his outfit is the same one as the icon, barely proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - melting point

SHEN RICKY cocks his head as he looks at you through the mirror, smirking softly. the silver accents of his stage outfit shine even beneath the dim bathroom lights. “you’re staring.”

you chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you take a step closer. you raise a hand to adjust the edge of his suit, smoothing out the edges of his collar. the fabric has been pristinely ironed, tailored to fit his body perfectly. “you’re handsome.”

ricky laughs, shaking his head. nimble hands move to fasten his favourite cross earring in place; the silver jewelry perfectly matches the silver accents littering his suit jacket. “you always say that.”

taking a step closer, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. ricky smiles, silently allowing you to guide him backwards until his back rests against the door. “because it’s always true.”

leaning in, ricky rests his forehead against your own. his fingertips slowly trace miscellaneous shapes against your hips. the feeling sends shivers racing down your spine and warmth spreading across your face.

“ricky,” you murmur. your hands curl into the fabric of his suit, urging him to step even closer. reaching up with your free hand, you brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. warmth spreads across his face, tinting the tips of his ears pink.

you can almost hear how his breath hitches in his throat. his lips just barely ghost against your own. the anticipation sends shivers racing down your spine. “yeah?”

your hand falls, trailing your fingertips along the underside of his jaw. ricky’s eyes are the colour of honey when his gaze meets your own. you chuckle at the faint blush that begins to spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

ricky’s touch feels like lightning. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach relentlessly. he eyes flutter shut when you lean in, so close that your lips just barely brush against his own. “kiss me,” you whisper, nearly breathless.

he smiles softly. you can feel the corners of his lips curl upwards when your lips finally meet his. you can vaguely smell the strawberry chapstick he had applied previously. his lips move in tandem with yours. your bodies fall into a dance you’ve done many times before, meeting and parting in a steady, unmistakable rhythm.

you’re nearly panting by the time you pull away. you can feel your heartbeat racing in your chest. “was that good enough?” he asks. ricky’s hands move to tilt your face upwards until your gaze meets his. “or do you still want more?”

“shut up,” you chuckle, leaning in to press your lips against his once more.

if you liked this fic, please comment, reblog, or leave feedback !! and if you want to support me, check out my zb1 masterlist <33

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hufflepuffimagines · 2 years ago

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⋆｡°✩ Navegation ✩°｡⋆

⋆ About Me ⋆

I’m Bella, I’m 21 yo and I’m brazilian, I write since I was 11, I can’t say that I do it perfectly but I try. I’m obssessed with 80s rockstar, specially Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. I’m a swifitie and I’m going to the Eras Tour in november. I love writing fluffy stories, mostly because it makes me imagine what I’d like my life to be, with that in mind, I can say that I’m trying to shift to my Selection DR, but never made it. I love Barbie, Monster High and these things, I love pink and I can honestly say that I’m a Barbie that is obssessed with rockstars. I don’t have much friends and I’d love to get to know you if you want to talk :)

⋆ You can find my prompt list here (I’ll be adding more to it during the week);

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(that’s me everyday, not my gif)

IMPORTANT THINGS:

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Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty);

Sky of Eraklyon (Fate: The Winx Saga);

Marcus Baker (Ginny and Georgia);

Nikki Sixx (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Tommy Lee (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Edward Cullen (Twilight);

Maxon Schreave (The Selection);

Troy Bolton (High School Musical);

Paul Stanley (KISS);

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl);

Slash (Guns N Roses);

Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS);

Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter);

80s Rockstars (You can specify which one in your request);

Jeremiah Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) (ONLY BY REQUEST).

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• Optional: You can add ‘angst’, ‘fluff’, etc… since some can work different ways.

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akechi-if-he-slayed · 2 years ago

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me explaining how s4 caswen endgame can still happen

#guys i think it’s time to admit im delulu #i miss them so much #pls federle do it for 7th grade me. do it for her </3 #caswen #hsmtmts #fun fact the first fic i published on ao3 was a caswen one shot book in seventh grade ☝🏽#godawful tho i cant even READ it without wanting to set it ablaze #but i never like taking any of my old work done just because i know some people still like it and interact with it #god i massacred ricky’s character i literally made him the twinkiest twink possible #so sorry ricky bowen

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izumicurtis · 11 months ago

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old ricky + rob & gary doodles 🫣

#my art #tpb #trailer park boys #one last shot #ricky lafleur #rickyjules

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grandaddy-of-all-liars · 2 years ago

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for the reader folks, a one shot inspired by the fantastic art of none other than @snailgam, dedicated to @snailgam & @rensnumberonefan for well, you guys know ❤️

(CW: some expletives/harsh language only)

🚧 🚧 🚧 🚧 🚧

" 'B'! Bleeker Ave!"

"You can't do that, you used eet for thee 'A' already."

"Nuh-Uh, that's a different word, 'Avenue', so it's not cheating! Your turn."

"Aghhh ... fine, whatayver, I don't care."

"Come on now, your turn!"

" 'C'. Closer. Ya happy? Go."

"Wait a minute, where's 'Closer'?"

"Een thee mirr- eet's etched een the side mirror, okay!?"

"Nowww that's cheating, it's on the car!"

"Eet's outside, OUTSIDE THEE CAR. And you want to double-use words!?"

"That's different, though!"

"Give me thee strength ... makeeng up your own damn rules ... "

"I don't SEEEE a 'C'! Try again!"

"Okay, 'C' for thee Crap I'm goeeng to beat of your, 'C', Carcass, later!"

"Jeez, what a spoil sport."

"THERE! Kowalski EleCtreeC, 'C'! Now you go twice!"

"Wh- how come?"

"Because there's an 'E' too, you EEEmbecile!"

"Now now, you know that's cheating. Same word."

"Just play by your dadgom saylf and geeve us a rest, ah?"

"You're such a party pooper. Play wittthhh meee ... I bet we get to 'Z!' "

"We already deed twice! Now lay off, I need to theenk."

"Okay, on to 'D' it is ... "

"I'll geeve ya a 'D', pain een my ass ... "

"What Ren?"

"Huh what nothing. I deed'nt say a theeng."

A Frank Comstock & His Orchestra cassette spooled along, ticking at every rotation. Everything in this car was at least slightly well-loved. Okay, so there were in fact worse things he could conjur up than being stuck on the road with Stimpy for, what, thirty-seven minutes now? Bearing in mind, this was supposed to be a two-stop, forty-five minute errand, tops. At least they had snuck in a fast lunch of eggs and refried beans and almost too-stale-to-eat toast before flying out of their apartment. But for what? To sit on the crosstown overpass for half an hour? Because Stimpy just had to insist on coming along for the ride, and just had to insist Ren take the bridge so he could look down at the sailboats in the bay and wave at the cranky gulls on what should have been a smooth jog across the waterway. And, as Ren had decided, the universe of course hated him especially. Just for him, it had plotted the lifting of the bridge gate for a marvelously timed passing barge, as well as the lout who had started turning just as traffic halted and was now delightfully stalled out across both narrow lanes. What a freaking terrific plan, Ren callously applauded. He sunk deeper into the bucket seat, pressing his angry hide against the blazing black backrest. Oh how he now lamented having not fixed the air conditioner. But it wasn't his fault. How was he to know he'd get stranded on sun-baked tarmac hovering over the glaring brown waterway's blindingly reflective waves microwaving fire air back into his little sedan? Why him, why always him?

Stimpy seemed content with the windows down, angling about to look for all the letters in the alphabet. Again. Ignoring that their car and everyone adjacent had maybe traveled four feet in the last half hour. Ignoring that the big box truck offering a canopy of shade had of course been held back by a pushy little shit in a compact that just had to get one vehicle ahead, forcing them into raw sun without any shielding reprieve. At least Stimpy was seemingly spared of the cosmic torture doled out just for Ren. If only he'd taken the tunnel. If only they skipped their meal. If only the budget for his department wasn't axed two-thirds through the fiscal year to offset a horrible company investment that had fallen through. If only he wasn't relegated to treating their few precious possessions as collateral until he got a new job. If only he'd never woken up this morning. Why did he ever bother waking up at all anymore? He leaned forward, pressing weary brow hard into the steering wheel, pressing sweat-soaked hat rim up against his ears. He closed his eyes too tight, so tight they hurt, so tight he swore he could see solar flares vacuuming his body inward to a flaming abyss.

"Ren?"

Stimpy sounded worried.

"It's gonna be ok."

"Steempy, I don't even know eef we're gonna have enough gas to get home at thees point. Maybe thees ees a sign."

"How's that?"

"Maybe we're not supposed to make eet today. Maybe there's another way."

"What way is that then?"

"I don't freaking know, ok? What's weeth all the questions weeth you always! How about an answer for once in your brainless life!? Do you not get thee sheer pressure to be me all de time!?"

Ren motioned toward the glove box. Stimpy reminded him he'd smoked the last cigarette in that box about twenty minutes ago. Ren rubbed rigid hand over his scowl, pulling his eye sockets tight as palm dragged across his weathered face. As last resort, he pawed beneath his seat, knuckling greasy crumbs and loose change and straw wrappers until he heard that sweet telltale cellophane crinkle.

"C'mon C'mon C'mon, for Daddy ... "

Two white tips rolled in the corner of the carton.

"Sweet baby Bee-ayzul-bub!"

Maybe not every stellar installment fixed above loathed his existence. He lit up and savored the distraction from their predicament.

"So how much ya think we're gonna get for this stuff?" Stimpy quizzed, shaking a small dirty envelope.

"I told you to stop asking me questions, for fuck's sake. And poot that down, you'll drop sometheeng."

Stimpy returned it to the console compartment dejectedly.

"Hey. Don't be so moody, I'll buy ya a new one some day, huh?" Ren quipped.

"I know you will, it's not that."

"Well what then?"

"Do you really care, Ren?"

"WHAT DEED YOU JUST SAY?" he ripped the cigarette from his lips and held it out the open window, panting hot nicotine breath through his mouth into the cabin.

Stimpy flinched only marginally, turning his unperturbed frown to look Ren dead in the eyes.

"I asked if you really cared. About me."

"What's your goddamn problem!? You gonna start weeth me now?!"

Stimpy huffed through his nose, "It's a simple question, Ren."

"You got sooome nerve, ya know that, and for what!? Where do you get off ... you theenk I'm haveeng thee time of my life right now? Stuck weeth all these bastards in thees stewpid old jalopy weeth you? No job, no plan, selleeng our sheet for a few bucks? And you have the fuckeeng right!?"

Stimpy finally relented and peered back out his window, tracing his finger along the door paneling. Ren threw his elbow into his seat and pushed his hat down low over his eyes. He pulled the last drag off his smoke in one long slow suck and flicked the filter toward the murky waters below. He expended his smoky exhale purposefully in Stimpy's direction, sending tiny faint ribbons whirling around his kitty ears and nose. Stimpy didn't react. Only continued to stare blankly at a sky that was neither cloudy nor blue. Just an undefined, opaque hot white. Ren's shoulders relaxed down his back. He sneered at the envelope. Might as well take one final inventory while they were stuck motionless, suspended. Nowhere important. He needed a derision from Stimpy's attitude regardless.

Lip peeled and folded back, Ren beheld the contents of the meager package. A few gold fillings that supposedly came from his grandfather's muzzle. His silver Communion bracelet. A 14kt hoop he'd been lucky to find on the boardwalk earlier that summer. A couple old coins of questionable value. His platinum chain with saint medallion his mother had gotten for him as a pup. And then their wedding rings. An odd collection of somewhat precious items spanning his entire lifetime, reduced to the contents of one battered envelope. Their destiny now felt cheap, hollow, meaningless. He would exchange these relics for a few nondescript bucks and their individual meanings would be forever lost on civilization. He examined each of the personal items more carefully. The St. Michael medallion on delicate chain that had adorned his neck throughout gradeschool, a special gift his mother gave him as a symbol of protection from the world she had just yanked him into. The words 'Protección y Devoción' along with his initials etched into its back. The bracelet his aunt gave him, which had not fit around even his weak little wrist for years, not that he'd worn it more than a few weeks after he recieved Communion. Or to gatherings for which his mother reminded him his aunt would be in attendance. He found it difficult to believe he'd somehow been even smaller than he was today. And finally, the only adult jewelry he'd ever worn until last night, the two artifacts of their union tied together with a snip of fishing line. Disbelief gnawed over him. How he'd picked these out with such pride and candor, such deliberation when he finally accepted his life would have and never would again be as full as it was without Stimpy in it. Perhaps the only time in his life he'd felt so ecstatic and terrified at once, assured Stimpy would agree to become his for good, yet, simultaneously gripped with the threat of rejection that had cast its plague over every other step in his journey. How such a small earthly metal object could carry with it such incredible power and history. Memories filled his senses, the smell of the store where he'd purchased the rings, the carefully planned but ultimately scrapped proposal in favor of a more organic approach, Stimpy's lovely green eyes looking at him and nothing and no one else in that gorgeous moment just before and just after he said his "Yes", no wait, how he'd told Ren nothing would make him happier and if only Ren knew how much his heart had wished for this, the weekend of bliss that followed their engagement, right up to their municipality wedding set between small claims and traffic court, Stimpy dressed to the nines on the courthouse steps beaming after the judge had announced them officially documented family. It wasn't painful last night, when he was mixed up in the mania of instant gratification and fast-cash scheming. But now, cradling the rings in his fingers, feeling their figurative and literal weight in his grip, a sadness crept through his spine.

"I know it doesn't mean we're not together, ya know. I'm not that dumb, Ren."

Stimpy had caught him poring over their marital bands.

"I know you know that," rolled Ren's eyes with some poorly hidden embarrassment.

What Stimpy didn't know, or maybe he did by now, was how petty and careless Ren could be about pretty careful things. Stimpy knew Ren had collected these items to take the the dank and derelict pawn shop they'd visited with curbside finds many times before. Stimpy knew the sedan needed a new alternator and battery. Stimpy knew this was yet another lean yet temporary period in their timeline, bookended by Ren's gainful employment and his supplemental stints as seamstress, cook, or courier to make ends meet until their refrigerator and wallets could fatten up. What Stimpy didn't know was that Ren planned to ignore their car's mechanical needs, and was actually going to march those dollars right into the seedy betting parlor next door while Stimpy remained transfixed on shelves of abandoned memories in the pawn shop. Stimpy didn't know any of that as he looked over at Ren from across the cabin, understanding and love in his eyes overtaking his gloomy countenance. Ren felt rotten to the core, wondered if Stimpy could see the slime leaking from his orifices or smell the decay emanating from his soul. He was reminded why, as he clutched the rings, why he had been so apprehensive to ask Stimpy to be his, in the first place. Stimpy was pure. Stimpy was whole. Dumb as paint, but the truest he would ever meet and have the privilege to be loved by. Ren always contended he himself was deep down no good, nowhere near decent enough, and it was only a matter of time before the cat figured that out for himself. But no matter how many times Ren spoonfed him the sour fodder that was his true self, Stimpy never balked. Only wrapped his arms and tenderness more tightly around the broken dog, mending his heart with unconditional uninhibited adoration. It was beyond anything Ren could convince himself he deserved. Ren's eyes lowered to his knees as he sank back in his seat, envelope of trinkets tinkling in his lap.

The still moment was broken by some distant hollers and honks, which dominoed toward their little red car stuck on the bridge. It must have started up ahead at the stalled vehicle, one irate commuter finally snapping the herd into heated frenzy, concentrated frustration no longer containable for the hoarde of lives delayed by a singular disruptive variable blocking natural order. Reframed in Ren's mind at least, had this traffic dalliance not thwarted his path, he would at this very moment very likely be in no better financial shape. A betting voucher wealthier maybe, but spiritually poorer for certain. Horns blared around them, for no purpose other than for motorists to vent their disgust. The noisy exchange layered rage on rage fruitlessly in the concrete and iron colony. Ren threw back his head and rubbed his face with both hands, then returned all shiny treasures to envelope with a defeated chuckle.

"Too bad we can't turn around now, huh?" he shook his ears.

"Ren."

"Yeah."

"Ren, we ... I don't think we can go back."

"I know that, I just said eet."

"I mean ... Ren ..."

"You're een some kinda mood today."

Just then flashing DOT lights beaconing from the front of the jam caught Ren's glance, the heroes of disabled vehicles had arrived!

"Yeah now wee're talkeen!"

"Ren, you're going to be a dad," blurted his passenger.

The heart can only beat so hard and so fast. As long as it's attached to its host. In Ren's case, it fell through his ass past the leather and steel and machinery and asphalt and rebar, plopping heavily into the brown water and sunk straight to the planet's center. He froze. He repressed urges to vomit and cry and scream. Stimpy panted as quietly as he could, he himself looked ill for having just dropped such a revelation. Ren tried to make some sounds with his parched mouth but tongue and vocal chords were petrified in place. Stimpy's ears lowered and nose dropped. He couldn't quite gage Ren's reaction or his own for that matter.

Ren could only emit a confused whining sigh, inflected for confirmation. Stimpy gave a single assuring nod. Their mouths hung open. Time meant nothing. The chorus of horns and yells ceased for them alone. Nothing else mattered.

"Like right, right now?" Ren finally squeaked, grabbing at his own gut, pointing to Stimpy's belly with his eyes.

"Uh huh," Stimpy delicately placed his gloved paw over his own tummy, which looked very much the way it always had, though it was very much not the way it always had been.

Ren had forgotten to breathe until his lungs autonomously forced a choke of fresh oxygen back into his body. The exhale pinkened his sclera and flared his nostrils and yielded the ugliest sob from his rattling chest. Fat hot teardrops rolled from his eyes. His nose leaked down his upper lip. His hands grabbed at the air aimlessly. The weight of a strange and fraught lifetime pressed upon his temples, rendering him absolutely bewildered in body and mind.

"So, you're really upset, huh Ren? I'll understand if you'll wanna move on and-"

"HUH?" Ren's bloodshot eyes shot upward.

"Well it's just that, I know this is a lot to put on you and all, I just, I wasn't ready to say goodbye is all," Stimpy whispered holding back his own tears.

"Jesus Christ, ees that really what you theenk of me?!" Ren wailed unabashedly, his voice breaking between gags.

Maybe Stimpy really had sized him up for who he was, afterall. Maybe Stimpy had always known. But the notion that Stimpy did not see his own worth beyond convenience broke something in Ren he didn't know was there. It pierced Ren. He clutched his chest, feeling as if applying pressure was the only thing that would stave off implosion.

"Well you're crying Ren!"

"So are you!"

Gates finally broken, Stimpy began sobbing freely, flooding the passenger seat.

"You're sure?" Ren's hands wrung.

"Uh-huh. I went to the doctor three days ago. You're, uh, you're gonna get a bill. I'm sorry, Ren."

"NO!"

Ren ripped off his seatbelt and climbed over the middle console, wriggling himself between Stimpy's thighs on his knees.

"Whoa hey hey! Get a room!" shouted the car beside them.

"Mind your own business pal, thees is an emergency!" Ren returned, trying not to scream into Stimpy's face as he cupped it in his palms.

Ren ran his hands down Stimpy's cheeks, wiping his tears away. He coasted them down Stimpy's shoulders to his breast and over the sweet little pudge of his belly, caressing it gingerly as if the most exquisite treasure in the world. He pressed his forehead against Stimpy's and continued crying until he'd wept himself dry.

"Steempy, I've nayver, I've nayver wanted anybodies as badly as I want you right now, een every way."

"So you're happy?"

"I don't theenk there's words, Steempy baby."

It was so infrequent Ren called him that. Stimpy swooned. If ever he so desperately needed Ren to reveal his affectionate side, it was right here and now. They embraced and held each other tight, not wanting the moment to end.

"Steempson?"

"Yes?"

"I loave you. I've ... always loaved you."

Ren picked up the envelope and pulled out the rings, freeing them from the cordage. He put his band back on, then took Stimpy's hand to replace the ring to its rightful home.

"Are you sure, Ren?"

"Everytheeng's deefferent now, Steempson."

A horn blared behind them. They'd not noticed traffic had begun breaking up, the disabled car was now off to the side, and vehicles began pressing forward to bottleneck past the obstruction.

"Let's go scumbag!" someone yelled.

"Eat my deeck!" Ren screeched back at no one in particular, stretching back over to the driver's seat.

The car lurched forward, in line for a one-lane merge ahead.

"Take thees," Ren gestured, holding out the St. Michael medallion to Stimpy.

"What's that for?"

"To keep you and the baby safe," Ren pronounced.

"But you don't follow all that religious stuff?"

"It's seemboleec. Plus, eet's thee one thing I can pass on, ya know, besides my dasheeng good looks."

As they inched past the stalled vehicle now pulled over, Ren leaned out his window and addressed the driver who was sitting against the guardrail.

"Thanks a meellion, buddy, I owe ya one!"

"Hey fuck you asshole!" retorted the distressed mororist.

"I mean it! Fuck you vayry much too!" Ren laughed, speeding free of the auto tangle at last.

The gold teeth and bracelet and coins didn't fetch much, just enough to minimally feed the gas tank for job-searching the next day and procure for Stimpy a great big porgie from the fish market as a celebratory dinner. Ren even purchased some dill and lemons and garlic and herbed butter to fashion a savory sauce for the panfried delicacy he served Stimpy that evening. He waited on Stimpy hand-and-foot, brimming with a newfound exhilaration he wished he could bottle and dose every day for the rest of his life. Stimpy was not one to shirk his contributions to the home, and helped Ren scrub the pans and dry the plates after they'd picked every bit of meat from the fishbones together. They spent the evening talking of cribs and formula and parenting styles and potential colleges and bibs and names that would suit either a girl or boy manx-chihuahua hybrid. They were inseparable through the wee hours, cuddled close in bed, staring through their ceiling together upward to the stars above, excitedly imagining and planning every milestone ahead.

"Are you scared too?" Ren would nudge ever so often.

"Not as long as you're here," Stimpy would reassure.

"Let's play ag-ayn."

"Okay Renny. 'A', for ... Alton or Alina."

"Hmmm, Alina Höek, ok, that could grow on me. Now 'B', 'B' for Balthazar or Belsita?"

"Always with the classical names huh?" Stimpy teased. "Ya know they might call him Balls for short, or ta' tease 'em, you know how kids are."

"Don't I though! Ah, when you're right, you're right."

This continued on until it was Ren's turn to pick 'R' names.

"Dont even suggest that, I don't like eet!"

"Oh come now, if he's a he and you're his daddy, he'll be Ren Junior!"

"Keed's gotta have hees own indenteety. We can geeve him my meeddle name, but that's eet."

"You're gonna be such a good father, ya know that, Renny?"

Ren buried his face into Stimpy's belly, hiding his big idiot grin from view of his beloved moron. He sure hoped Stimpy was right. He pressed ear to abdomen, hearing the sounds of dinner but pretending he heard the teensiest little heartbeat behind the digestion. So much of his identity, within the last twelve hours, was now primed on slashing fear from his quintessence and burning bravery into its place. Even if it took some pretending to achieve mastery, something had ignited in him today. Perhaps the flirtation of chance with destiny had reformed him. He would do everything he could to be the better version of himself from here on, no matter how hard he had to fight his demons. With his cheek snug against Stimpy's belly, he talked to the little life inside telepathically, convincing it that it was in good hands so long as Ren Höek walked this world. He would bet every last material good he owned that the baby answered him back, forging a lifelong connection. He was finally holding on to letting go. He felt like the baby was already in his arms, looking up at him as the great protector he knew himself to be. It was bliss. Pure unequivocal bliss.

"I can't wait to meet you, Reecardo."

"I like that, Ren. I like that a lot."

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