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rafedaddy01 · 6 months ago

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“You can take it” || rafe x Barry x reader

Summary: you, Barry, and rafe are all best friends, after a night of partying (snorting coke in Barry’s trailer) the three of you end up having a little too much fun.

This night changed everything, the whole dynamic of your friend group has shifted. But, you have to be honest with yourself, you most definitely enjoyed it.

Genre: dark, rough, smut, lots and lots of smut (I mean just look at the request)

Warnings: smut, threesome, anal, but plug, toys, male receiving oral, language, degrading, name calling, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of drugs (just barely tho)

Authors note: guys. I just saw that I have a little over 2k followers thank you so much (I’m gonna fucking cry rn)

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You were at home. Well not physically, but home is where the heart is. And as weird and disturbing as it may sound, your home was in Barry’s trailer with your two best friends, Rafe Cameron and Barry.

You honestly don’t even remember how the three of you became friends.

It was at some party, you were trying to buy coke off some prick who kept flirting with you the whole night and withholding the coke from you until you let him hit, and of course that prick ended up being Rafe. You never let him near you though, you simply pretended to be going in for a kiss and when he was too distracted you reached in his pocket and grabbed the little dime bag and booked it.

Rafe had to admit, you were feisty and he respected that, you were also smart and sneaky. So he introduced you to his dealer, Barry.

And ever since then the three of you have been tighter than tighty whiteys.

“Yo, quick hogging that shit man” Barry snatched the dollar bill from Rafes hand before plopping himself on the empty couch cushion next to you.

“You’ve got a fuckin problem, country club” he laughed and shook his head before leaning down and snorting the white powder.

“My turn” your pretty manicured nails snatched the bill from Barry.

“I don’t have a problem. This shit just helps me relax” both you and Barry watched him pull another rolled up doller bill and a little dime bag out of his back pocket.

Laughing you said, “you’ve got a problem Cameron” before leaning down and taking your final line.

You don’t even know how the next events took place. The only thing you remember was laughing so hard you snorted and then laughing some more as the guys laughed at your snort, and then both your hands landed on the thighs on either side of you, rubbing up and down.

“Mmm, wanna do something wild?” Your words were strung together as you leaned your head back on the couch, “what’s that, princess?” Rafes raspy voice brought your eyes to his and you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. “Let’s all fuck each other”

And that’s how you ended up on your stomach on Barry’s squeaky trailer bed. Rafe pounding into from behind, and Barry stuffing your mouth from the front.

“Such a good fuckin girl, isn’t she Barry?” Rafe praised you as he moved in and out at a rough pace, his palm coming flat against your ass as he spanked you. “She sure is, country club. Letting us use her like this, such a slut” Barry groaned out, his lips curving and his gold tooth shining in the light.

“What do you say we have some more fun” Rafe spoke behind you. You couldn’t turn your head to see what he was holding because of the grip Barry had on your hair and how far down his cock was in your throat, but you knew it wasn’t good when you saw the wicked look in Barry’s eyes. “Go for it, I want this whore stuffed in all her holes” Barry brought his eyes back down to yours, you looked up at him with a pleading look. “Shh, it’s alright princess. You can take it”

He pet your hair back and wiped the tears from your cheeks as you felt the cold metal pushing between your ass, rafe groaned behind you before you felt his spit fall right onto your tight ring, you felt it drip down and onto your pussy where he was still moving in and out in slower strokes. “Are you gonna be a good girl for us, huh princess? You gonna let us use you in any way, be our little sex doll” rafe slapped your ass and you moaned around Barry’s cock, trying to answer.

“What was that?” Rafe smacked you again and again until Barry pulled his cock out. You turned your head and looked rafe right in the eyes as you whined “please”

“That’s what I like to hear” one last slap to your ass before he pushed the metal plug all the way into your tight ass and his hips sped up.

Your mouth flew out and Barry took it as a chance to shove himself right back in.

You were wasted. High off coke, mind fuzzy, body on fire, your mouth was stuffed and the sounds of both men moaning your name and getting pleasure from your body drove you wild.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to come.

Your hand moved down to toy with your clit, moaning louder around Barry, “would you look at that, little slut wants to get off” Barry told rafe. “Should we let her?”

“Not yet” Rafe stopped moving inside you and pulled out, you whined, crying at the empty feeling and desperately rutting against your hand to get any kind of friction. The plug in your ass was removed and that was the last straw, your cheeks had tears streaming down them.

“Shh, come here baby.” Rafe grabbed you and turned you around so you were laying on his chest, straddling his lap. “Why are you crying? Huh?” He grabbed your face and smooshed your cheeks together with one hand as the other wiped away your tears. “You’re the one that wanted this, remember? Begging us to fuck you like a whore”

“I-I just wanna cum, please” you whined like a child, begging for some sort of relief from them.

“And you will” he shushed you, “just when we say you can” and the smile he had on his face was wiped off and replaced with a sadistic smirk.

Your eyes widened as he hugged you against his chest and you felt him slip back inside you as Barry slipped in between your other tight hole, filling you to the brim.

You were so stuffed and full you couldn’t even breathe. Just accepting defeat and laying against Rafes chest as you let them use your body for their pleasure.

It was your idea after all

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heathermason6060 · 7 months ago

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Daryl Dixon x f!Reader: Together Apart Ch.1

Warnings/Mentions: History of abuse, neglect, strong language, mentions of character death, alcohol and drug abuse, ptsd, shared trauma, reader is cold, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Summary: The little boy you patched up in the trailer park grows up, your paths finally aligning to bring you together. The man who was once only a rare source of comfort becomes your other half, only to pull back when you need him the most.

Notes: Based off of this post. Basically an angsty story detailing your relationship with Daryl and the group over the years, and when Daryl starts to grow distant from you.

Growing up was hard. Growing up without your loving father was even harder.

You accepted the cigarette pressed in front of your lips from his hand and took a deep pull, holding it in your lungs until you felt your heart finally slow from its painful pace. He took his hand away from your face and took an equally long drag.

“When's Merle getting out?” You asked as you absentmindedly scratched the dry blood off your fingernails, your nose still throbbing from your mother's fist.

“Next week.”

You were young then. God, way too young to be smoking cigarettes. Most kids your age stole them from their parents, bringing them into the eighth grade classrooms to sell or trade.

Merle did come back the next week, but not for long. He eventually abandoned the two of you for the military, something his younger brother was really torn up about. After Merle left, said younger brother spent a lot of nights on your back porch couch. Your mother didn't mind, in reality she didn't give a shit at all, normally too high to care, or going through withdrawals so bad she only wanted to beat on you and blame you for your father's disappearance.

You began to deeply miss Merle and the comfort he would bring, mostly in the form of alcohol or illegal substances. He'd always make you promise not to tell anyone, and you'd always say you weren't a fucking idiot. You were lucky you'd grown up on the same street as the Dixon brothers, it had inadvertently caused the older to view you as an estranged little sibling, sparing you from his foul advances.

The Dixon brothers eventually became a rare sight. You all were just too busy with your own bullshit. You had a little brother to look after, and you did your best to shield him from your mother's antics, but one day the teacher saw that big bruise on his back and CPS took him away. You really missed Merle then, because at least he had the decency to sell you drugs instead of asking to trade for sexual favors. That made a substance induced escape a lot harder, forcing you to go into the city to find a decent dealer.

You were sitting on your back porch crying with blood all over your face when you saw them again.

They were frantic, tearing into your driveway with their dad's truck, shouting at you to get your shit and get in. Your mother was too doped up to understand what was happening, slumped on your dirty living room sofa with a bloody straw still on her lap. Merle had tried to get her to get up and come, shouting about ‘goddamn dead people eating everyone’(using a less kind word than people), but in your post-beating rage you left without her, leaving her on your couch to succumb to either an overdose, or whatever the hell the Dixons were warning her about.

You begged Merle to go by the foster home to look for your brother. Begged, cried, and eventually screamed, and he screamed right back at you. Daryl barely managed to calm the two of you down with a hopeful explanation that the building that housed your brother was the safest place he could be. That didn't stop you from trying to steal their truck later that night though, which only ended up in another screaming match and a bloody spat with the undead.

“Turn left here. Left, here!”

“Well shit, give me more than a goddamn two second warning fucktard!” It was a wonder Merle hadn't lost his voice from the near constant shouting, at Daryl and you. This time it was the former, attempting at giving his brother directions to the safe zone in Atlanta, reading off a dirty crumpled map with text made for ants to read.

You rubbed between your eyebrows and continued looking out your window as Merle turned around in the middle of the road to take the left into the highway.

The sound of your name being called had you internally groaning. “Hey,” Merle snapped again, looking over at you in the passenger seat. “I said get my bag.”

You all but slung his plastic baggie into his lap. He took out a pill bottle with the label ripped off and fished out three pills, dropping them into his green pill grinder as he drove with his knees.

“Just let me drive, man.” Daryl complained after having to correct the wheel for the elder brother.

“Ay! Keep your stupid fucking hands off my wheel before you lose ‘em.”

Most of the drive was like that. And it was even worse when after seeing Atlanta fucking napalmed. You were all close to losing it, and thankfully right before your Mexican standoff ensued, you found a group.

You couldn't stand most of them. Most were too soft, too nice, too stupid or too weak. The strongest men were pieces of shit, and the men that weren't despicable were either weak or insane. Glenn didn't bother you too much, especially after you witnessed his weasel-like skills. He was like a roach, always surviving, even when a building fell on him.

The majority of your time was spent hunting.

The first day you went out with your recurve bow, which had once belonged to your father, Shane had questioned you.

“You know how to use that thing?” He asked as he watched you flip your raggedy leather quiver over your shoulder.

You bent down to tie your boots and nodded.

“You ever use one of those before?”

“Yes. You got a light?”

Shane took a second before fishing out a lighter from his back pocket, moving intentionally slow as if to show you he was your superior. You snatched the green bic from his hand and lit your cigarette, shoving it back out towards him.

“Dixons are already out hunting. Left this morning. Why don't you just stay here and help out? We could really use the hands. Women of the camp are sometimes more important-”

You walked off into the woods before he could continue.

It was satisfying bringing your doe back to camp, even though dragging the thing back was a cruel and grueling process. You asked T-Dog and Ed to help you string it up, making sure to be as noisy as you could, a thick middle finger to Shane. You drained and gutted the carcass, making sure to ask Shane with a smug smile what he wanted to do with the intestines.

“Take it away from camp.” He spoke with his fingers a lot, rough pointing in an aggressive manner. “That shits gonna draw those things near.”

“Makes good bait for fish.”

Andrea and her sister Amy backed you up, even though they cringed and grimaced taking their share down to the quarry.

Merle and Daryl had finally settled down after a while in camp. Merle wasn't seconds away from murder anymore, and Daryl found peace in his hunting. Eventually Glenn got you your own tent, which you were ecstatic about, no longer having to share one with the two men.

Merle called your name through a mouthful of stewed deer meat. “Sweetie, hand me a beer why don't ya.”

Lori looked up over her bowl. “Would it kill you to say please?”

You tossed the warm bottle to Merle, not acknowledging her attempt at sticking up for you. He didn't bother you, his insults or disrespect never did, growing up with someone like that sort of makes you blind to it, especially when you were used to so much worse from your mother.

“Would it kill you to suck my nuts?”

Shane stepped in and you groaned, rolling your eyes and taking your stew back to your tent.

After Daryl's mother passed you saw him more and more. You were about eleven when it happened, you remembered the house fire and the day they moved into the trailer closer to yours. Daryl was almost constantly covered in bruises then. Always a black eye, always a purple bicep, always dried blood under his nails. He didn't smoke with you much after that, his mother having died from a cigarette induced house fire. That was when Merle had left, but your memory of the timeline was foggy. It had been so long ago and so much was constantly happening that you might've misremembered a lot of it.

“Sleep good?” Your groggy voice caused Daryl to look up from his task of sharpening his knife.

“Nah. You?”

You yawned and sat next to him in front of the fire, stretching your sleepy limbs and taking a sip of his water. “Now that Merle's farting and snoring aren't waking me up every ten minutes, yes. Thought he would shit himself with how bad that tent stank.”

Daryl let out a knowing chuckle and tossed his whetstone in the open flap of his tent. He slipped his blade back in its holster on his belt before grabbing a crooked cigarette from his shirt pocket.

“Fuckin' hate this place.” He muttered around the filter as he cupped his hand around the flame of his lighter. He snapped his zippo shut and put it back in his jeans pocket. “Me and Merle been talkin’.”

“About what?” You began crunching on a handful of almonds you stole from Lori the night prior.

“These people, they're… they're fuckin’ idiots.” He sighed as he blew out a stream of smoke, waving his hand around for enunciation. He held it to your lips for you to take a drag, watching as you pulled in a lungful before he took it away. “We should just leave 'em. They probably want us gone anyway.”

You observed him, not responding, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Well? You comin’?”

“Course I am. But I don't think we should leave.”

“Why the hell not? You hear the shit they say about us?” He scoffed, his brows furrowed. “Inbred hicks with their ‘trailer trash whore’. Y’know, they think we all fuck each other when we go off huntin’. Good for nothin' bastards. Should just rob ‘em and leave.”

“I don't give a shit what they think. I give a shit about my odds of survival, which are higher with guns.”

“We got guns. N’we can jus’ take theirs.” He argued, referencing the duffle bag of stolen guns in the hidden compartment of their truck. “Besides, chances are we're safer on our own than these dumb shits, catching frogs with the kids in the damn quarry.”

“Hey, I'll come if you leave. I couldn't care less about these people. But they keep that RV locked up real tight. It's gonna be a bitch to get into, especially with the rifleman wannabe on top and his gun slingin’ daughter, or whoever the fuck she is to him. Shane's already watching us too much. Let's just wait a while till he stops following me around like I'm some sort of violent nutcase.”

You had unknowingly sealed the fate of many lives with your argument.

“Gonna go in the city.” Merle said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder, jumping out of his truck bed, careful to not knock over his bike in the process. “Y'all need anything? Tampons?”

“No.”

“Was askin’ Darlene.”

“Shut the hell up man.” Daryl grumbled and finished preparing his crossbow for his hunt. “An’ no, don't need a damn thing.”

“Get some SlimJims.” Your favorite low cost snack. Growing up in a trailer park gave you a superior taste in snacks, SlimJims and Funyuns being your favorite.

“Why you want that when I got all the meat sticks you need sugar?” Merle laughed crudely, nearly bumping you over with a sloppy kiss goodbye to your cheek. You smirked and playfully pushed him off, watching as he left with the rest of the supply group.

“C'mon. Let's go before all the damn squirrels get eaten.” Daryl put his crossbow on his back and you picked up your weapons before following him off into the woods.

You had good luck that day. Daryl had a rope full of squirrels and you were tracking down a deer he'd sunk a few arrows into.

“Not gonna need SlimJims no more.” Daryl breathed as the two of you crept silently through the woods, following the trail of bubbly blood.

“As much as I love your roasted squirrel, it just doesn't have the same kick to it.”

“Never heard you complainin’.”

“Yeah, it's ‘cause I'm not a bitch.”

“You? Not a bitch?”

“Only to people who deserve a good bitchin’.”

“Seems like everyone these days needs a little of that.”

“Hah, yeah. We better get that deer before the dead do, Merle's gonna be hungry as fuck when he gets back.”

You didn't react when Rick Grimes told you he'd cuffed Merle to a roof. You didn't react when it was revealed T-Dog, one of the only people you liked in Shanes group, had dropped the key and left him up there. He'd profusely apologized and you just stared at him, doing everything in your power not to punch him in the throat.

You did react when you saw Merle's hand on that roof, his body nowhere to be seen. You cursed and shoved Rick so hard he hit the metal side of the fire escape with a bang, and Daryl, eager to jump in, ran to your side with blazing eyes. If it wasn't for the other people there and the guns they held, you would've killed him that day. Mauled him like the animal you were and left him there just as he did Merle.

In the absence of his brother, you found Daryl had seemed to subliminally put you in his place, a figure to follow and learn from. Not that you had too much to teach him, but knowing you were the eldest sibling in your family had you fitting into place with him perfectly.

You guessed you could call Daryl your friend now. You never had many friends, only in elementary school, sticking to yourself most of the time. The kid going to school smelling like cigarettes with the same clothes they wore the day before was never a popular choice for companionship. You never minded it though. The abuse you suffered at the hands of your mother had turned you into a cold and calloused human. Daryl was simply an object of mutual benefit for you back then, a source of company, cigarettes, alcohol. Whatever he could get his hands on. And he was easier to relate to than Merle, who had a good ten years on you.

But now, he was the only person you had left. Your mother was gone, your precious baby brother God knows where, and your male mentor was still missing, out there with one hand, his state of existence unknown to you. He was most likely dead. Shane's group had quickly become “Rick's group”, and you still held no fondness for any of them. Andrea had formed an odd one sided relationship with you, she craved your status. The group saw you as on level with the men, you never needed gun training like the rest of them, you got to keep your own gun, and no one ever tried to prevent you from doing something you wanted to do.

It was clear though, none of them really liked you all that much. They treated you like more of an outsider than they had Merle. You couldn't blame them, you wouldn't like someone like you. You were a mean and cold bitch, always keeping to yourself and only viewing them as a transactional business. They provided safety in numbers and you provided fresh kill and a gun.

One of the only times you behaved like a friendly human being was when you arrived at the CDC. It was hard to recognize you after you showered and cleaned up, washed your clothes and didn't smell like cigarettes or blood anymore. While your clothes were washing you had to borrow some from the former employees, a deep purple sweater and black slacks that somehow fit you perfectly. You caught Shane watching you walk down the hall, and you quickly responded with a snotty face of disgust.

A stomach full of hot seasoned food and wine loosened you up a bit. You sat next to Daryl and smiled, even laughed a few times, much to the shock of the others.

“C'mon, one more glass.” Daryl grinned as he filled your cup with more wine before you could object. “Don't be a baby.”

“Sure thing Darlene.” You snorted as you took a sip, earning an eye roll and a scoff from Daryl.

“Yeah, keep it up.” He feigned aggression as he downed his third glass. “Won't be so funny when you got teeth in your throat.”

“Not before I lose my boot up your ass.”

The banter was refreshing. The trip out of the quarry had been exhausting. It felt like you were admitting to failure when you were forced to give up your search for Merle, and oftentimes you debated on stealing his bike out of the back of your truck and going back to find him. But there was always something stopping you, every single time.

Sleeping on an actual mattress felt amazing. You'd offered to take the couch as a joke, and when Daryl made his way to the bed you dove into the sheets before he could plop down on it.

“You really are a goddamn bitch.” He slurred and slung his bag at the foot of the couch, falling back dramatically.

“Drink some water before you get a hangover.” You tossed him a fresh bottle from the room fridge, and he begrudgingly downed it. You turned the light off and climbed into bed, groaning at the feeling of the soft and dry mattress.

“You think Merle’s alive?”

You blinked, opening your eyes and looking towards the couch. It was dark, you'd assumed he'd been asleep by then, there had been several long minutes of silence.

“Yeah. I know he is.” You were surprised by his question. Daryl had always been the one reassuring you of Merle's status, claiming he was impossible to kill, and that he could feel in his bones that his brother was alive. It also made you a bit uncomfortable, you'd never comforted anyone before that wasn't your little brother. Let alone Daryl. The most you'd done for him was offer him sanctuary on your porch and cleaned his wounds if they were bad.

“Go to sleep Daryl.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Here’s a Jason idea for you: imagine a criminal he’s fighting as Red Hood suddenly mentions you, by name, to mess with Jason. Jay would absolutely obliterate the criminal, but that leaves the question of how his enemies know about you… I love the potential for angst/protective Jason 😍 Also, I love your writing so much, it always makes my day to see you on my feed! Thank you for sharing your writings 💞🥰

Tw: blood and violent stuff.

Also thank you for enjoying my stuff! It’s really appreciated and makes me wanna write a lot more in the future. It’s just nice being reminded that people do like the stuff that I put out and not hate it as much as I do when looking back on them.🤣 🦦

A well placed punch to the face landed the criminal flat on his back as he groaned upon impact and was currently struggling to get back up to his feet, only to be pinned by a heavy combat boot weighing down on his chest. Finally Jason had caught up with the drug dealer that had been lurking near children and vulnerable adults alike for the past couple of days, and right where he wanted him too.

‘It’s such a shame that you caught me as fast as you did RedHood because just you came along, I was going to pay one last person a visit before the night was over.’ The criminal smiled, showing off his blood stained teeth in the process, his smile then became a grimace as Jason put more of his weight onto his chest. ‘Well it was a good thing that i came when I did because after tonight, you won’t be selling drugs to anyone anymore, that I can guarantee.’ Jason growled, feeling his blood boil hotter for every second that he didn’t put a bullet in this assholes head.

‘What was their name?’ The criminal trailer off, not heading Jason’s warning and throwing his head back and laughing. ‘Oh right now I remember, it’s Y/n. What a pretty name for an even prettier person.’ Jason froze at the mention of your name, his blood had gone cold but his anger skyrocketed at the insinuation of you being placed in any sort of danger. Whether it be by a drug dealer or otherwise, the same conclusion was to be expected with Jason and that was that he would personally hunt down every last thug, drug dealer and crime lord that ever dared to speak your name.

Jason wordlessly then grabbed the criminal by the collar of his shirt and threw him into a wall with all his strength. Watching on as the scumbag crumpled the floor as he then began to stalk towards him before gradually breaking out into a run and brutally ramming his knee into the criminals head. Jason wasn’t done there though, not by a long shot. He wanted the make the bastard pay for having your name come out of his filthy mouth, he wanted to tear him limb from limb, put him back together again so that he could rip him limb from limb all over again before ever giving him the satisfaction of death.

‘You will never, ever, ever bring anyone to harm ever again! Not while I’m here, not while I’m still breathing and able bodied enough to tear you fuckers to bits!’ Jason hissed pure venom as each of his punches become more and more brutal then the last, his knuckles were going to bruise like hell and hurt like hell too, but the pain and punishment he’d receive would be all worthwhile if it meant keeping you safe and sound. Jason would gladly taken on any punishment anyone could throw at him if it meant you remained unscathed, he’d happily gain more scars on his body if it meant that you could sleep easier at night, Jason always had your best interests in mind whenever he was clearing the streets of Gotham.

He was doing it for you, he was doing it for the kids at Crime Alley, he was doing it so that everyone could have a peace of mind; And he didn’t care about the methods he took to obtaining that.

It wasn’t long until the criminal stopped moving all together, Jason didn’t care that his fists were stained with blood, he just stood up and left the criminal in the alleyway where he was brutally beaten to death and headed home; to you with a heavy mind and a growing pit within his stomach because if a low life scumbag like him knew you by name…then who else did? Black mask? Penguin? Two face? Scarecrow? Carmine Falcone? He didn’t like to think about this one but does Joker know? All these thoughts running through Jason’s head didn’t do him a whole lot of good with his ever growing sense of dread and slight paranoia; He had to get to you and he had to get to you now before anything else happened before the night ended.

‘I’m coming baby, just please still be there when I get home, please don’t let them take you away from me.’ Jason muttered under his breath as he pushed himself forward as he ran from rooftops to rooftop, determined to make it to the apartment before anyone else does because if they did, may god have mercy on their souls because Jason would go to war for you and will violently cut anyone down to size if they were to come between him and you; For nothing got between you and Jason and if they did, Jason would make sure to deal with it before it became more of a problem.

‘Sweetheart? Are you in here?’ Jason called as he slammed the door behind him.

‘Jason? What’s-‘ you rushed into the room and gasped upon seeing the dried blood on his knuckles and his paling face as though he looked about to pass out where he stood. ‘Oh my god.’ You whispered as you rushed towards Jason who rushed towards you, arms out stretched to grasp your waist while your hands held his face. ‘What happened out there? I thought you said it was a simple mission.’ You said, concerned for Jason as he seemingly let out a sigh of relief and rested his forehead against yours.

‘It was meant to be a simple mission but then…’

‘Then what?’ You asked, stroking his cheeks reassuringly and feeling him melt into your touch like he did every night he came home from a long patrol or mission, but he also did it when he needed to feel you on him after waking up from a nightmare.

‘He said your name chipmunk.’ Jason squeezed his eyes shut as though he was trying to rid himself of the events that happened early on and focus on the feeling of your thumbs caressing his cheeks lovingly instead. ‘He said your name -clear as day I heard him say it- and before I knew it I was wailing on him until he stopped moving…all because he said how he was going to come for you next and I couldn’t…’ Jason paused to regulate his breathing that he hadn’t noticed had become fast and uneven the more his mind lingered on that small detail. ‘I couldn’t let him do that. I won’t let them take you from me. Never.’ He then tightens his grip on your waist as he kept uttering the extent he was willing to go to keep you in his life under his breath, almost as though it were a prayer or a promise, which ever one it was you weren’t quite sure but you let Jason squeeze you against his chest with his strong arms like a stress toy to his hearts desire.

‘It’s okay Jaybirdie. I’m right here, can’t you feel my warmth? Hear my voice? I’m right here baby. So you can squeeze me, hold me, cuddle me as much as you need to feel alright again because I’m not going anywhere with my Jaybird.’ You said loud enough for him to hear over his thoughts, pressing kisses into anywhere that you had access to, whether it be his shoulders, face, neck, forehead, you’d plant several kisses to each of those areas respectively. You may act calm but much like Jason, you too didn’t like the idea of some random criminal knowing your name. The implications of that were endless and it would be enough to put anyone on edge or even over it depending on their mental state, and to put it lightly Jason’s mental state wasn’t the healthiest.

The occasional whimper and sniff that came from him only made your heart hurt even more that you were willing to put aside your own fears about the situation to instead focus on comforting Jason, who must be feeling it ten times worse then you were, but it was the fact that in this moment you were bonded by a shared fear but that fear could be eventually overcame by the pair of you working together. ‘It’s okay baby it’s okay, we’re not going anywhere, they can’t make us because we’re stronger together.’ You spoke into the skin of his cheek as you finished pressed a thousand kisses onto them.

‘Stronger together.’ Jason echoed as he pressed himself further against you to feel you closer to him. ‘We’re stronger together.’ You smiled softly, seeing that you finally go through to him somewhat. However you were more than willing to stand in this position all night if it meant bringing Jason back from the edge within his mind because nothing was more important than having your Jason back.

‘That’s right baby.’ You cooed. ‘We’re stronger together, nothing will tear us apart.’

‘Promise?’ Jason asked looking deep into your eyes, it felt as though he was looking at you rather then through you which has your breath hitching in your throat momentarily.

‘I promise.’

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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Headcanon: Steve's parents come back while their son is having a sleep-over with the older teens. Steve is in the middle of an intense nightmare.

The ground was opening up beneath his feet. He rushed to Dustin, tried to push him out of the way, but only ended up pushing him down. Eddie yelled to him where he was holding onto the edge of the opening, trying so hard not to fall into the abyss below.

"No!" Steve tried to grab one of Eddie's hands, ignoring the screaming of Robin and Max in the distance. "Hold on!"

But it was too late. Eddie slipped and within seconds, Steve could no longer see or hear him yelling his name.

"Steven! Wake up!"

Steve's eyes flew open to see his mother staring at him, hint of concern just visible beneath her usual mask of disgust at his mere existence.

He looked around and saw everyone sitting up and watching him.

Nancy and Robin had death grips on Eddie's legs, trying to keep him away from Steve.

"What in the world is going on?" his father asked from behind the couch.

"Why are these people here? Why are you sleeping in the living room?" his mother continued, not giving him a chance to actually speak.

The comedown from a nightmare like that was always disorienting even without the barrage of questions coming from people who weren't supposed to be home for weeks.

"Steve, we're all okay," Eddie said, clearly fighting every urge to rush over to him, to touch his face and kiss his lips the way he always did when he had a nightmare.

"Are you going to explain?" His father's tone broke through his state of panic and he frowned.

"No."

"No?"

"No. These are my friends and this is my house more than it is yours at this point. We weren't doing anything wrong," Steve gulped.

He'd never spoken to his parents like that, not even in arguments over grades or sports or college or his future.

"Excuse me? This house is in our name and you live here with the expectation that you will work and save money to get your own place since you refuse to go to college."

Steve saw Eddie start to move, but Nancy shoved him back down and glared at him.

"And that's what I'm doing. I don't work every single minute of my life. I'm allowed to hang out with friends."

"With a drug dealer? And two young women who should not be sleeping anywhere near two young men?" his mother asked as she looked over Nancy and Robin.

"Fine. We'll go."

Steve stood up, still a bit off from his nightmare, and gestured for everyone to follow him.

His parents started to argue, but he ignored them, making sure everyone had their stuff as they all walked out of the house.

They all got into Eddie's van, but Nancy and Robin moved to the back so they could curl up under the blanket they brought with them.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asked him as they backed out of the driveway.

What time even was it?

"Yeah. Just don't wanna be here anymore," Steve sighed.

"Stay with me for a bit?" Eddie asked, looking over at him as he drove towards the trailer park.

"Wayne doesn't like me very much. Not sure that's a good idea," Steve sighed.

"What do you mean? Wayne loves you."

"He hates me! He never even talks to me. He looked at me weird when I cooked dinner that one night for both of you. Thought he was gonna take me out back and shoot me or something," Steve admitted.

Eddie laughed.

"Stevie, Wayne loves you. He's just a man of few words and he was lookin' at you like that because he didn't know we were together yet and thought you were looking at us as a charity case. He didn't realize you were trying to impress him because we started dating."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So. Stay? Until you find a place at least?"

Steve nodded.

"Yeah. I'll stay."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #drabble #nightmare

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bingbongsupremacy · 1 year ago

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Jacket

Warnings: Use of Y/N. I just wanted to let you guys know that in this fic the reader can fit in his jacket. I don't describe if they fit comfortably or if the jacket is tight on them, I made it up to the reader's mind so that everyone can feel included in the story.

Summary : The night Chrissy went over to Eddie's trailer, you went to. I mean, you weren't going to let Chrissy just go to a strangers house without back up. Unfortunately, when things go wrong, you end up on the same wanted poster as Eddie. Together, you're forced to run away.

Eddie didn't get held back in this. He and reader are both the same age.

*Not Proof Read*

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" What the fuck? What the actual fuck! What the fuck! " Panic courses through my veins. I begin to pace around the Munson trailer, my eyes planted on the girl only inches away from me. " Oh my god, Chrissy! "

It happened so fast. One moment Chrissy was talking to Eddie, the next she fucking flew into the air.

The horrible sounds of her bones cracking echo in my mind. I almost don't here Eddie's voice.

" What do we do? Shit, what the fuck do we do? You saw that, right? "

I manage to tear my eyes away from Chrissy. Eddie has distanced himself from the two of us. Like me, he paces near his door. A ring clad hand is anxiously running through his hair, panic flooding his face.

" We're fucked. " I whisper.

Chrissy and I had known each other since grade school. Our friendships was one of the longest I've ever had.

Part of me wants to grieve, to cry and scream and freak the fuck out. The other part is scared. What the fuck happened to Chrissy and is it going to happen to us?

" We have to call the cops. " I turn in the direction of Eddie's landline.

Eddie rushes to stop me. " We can't! We can't call anyone. Fuck, do you see how she looks? That doesn't-that doesn't just happen naturally. " His voice is filled with worry. " We'll get pinned for whatever the fuck happened here. "

" But we didn't do anything wrong! " I protest. " Maybe they can help us! Maybe they can figure out what killed her... "

Eddie shakes his head, and lets out a frustrated laugh. " Do you seriously think they'll believe us? A metal head freak who happens to run a club called 'Hellfire' and a quiet loner who's stuck in the shadow of Chrissy Cunningham. No, they're going to assume the worst, trust me. We don't have a chance if we go to them. "

His words hurt, although they are true. Everything I do, Chrissy was able to do ten times better and ten times prettier.

" Well what do you suggest we do? We can't just stay here! I don't know how much longer I can look at her anymore, god it's so awful. " I put my hand over my mouth, trying my best not to puke at the sight.

Eddie thinks. " We need to leave. I-I think I know a place. " He rushes towards the back of the trailer, towards his room. Within seconds he's back with his signature jacket and small backpack. He hurries out of the trailer with me quickly following behind.

" Where are we going? " I do my best to keep up with his brisk pace. We quickly pass his van. " Why can't week take a car? "

" Because they'll find us! " Eddie says, frustration clearly in his tone. " We're going to my dealers' house. Our cars'll give us away if we take them. We just have to stick to the woods. We can make it in an hour or two. "

I stay quiet not wanting to upset him even further.

This is going to be a long night.

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I'm really regretting not bringing a jacket or wearing comfortable shoes. It has to have been an hour. It has to.

I don't know for sure. All I know is my feet are killing me and my my fingers are pink from the cool nights' breeze.

It's been silent the entire walk. Both of us wrapped into our heads about what just happened. I want to go home. I want everything to just be okay. I want to wake up and find out this is all just some horrible dream. I want Chrissy to be alive.

" Y/N! " Eddie's voice hisses.

I let out a small gasp when Eddie suddenly yanks me towards him. He holds me tightly behind one of the nearby trees as a loud truck passes on the road.

His body is warm, bringing a small amount of comfort to my freezing frame. His grip doesn't falter until after the truck passes, a sigh of relief passing his lips. " They almost saw us. " His tone is slightly frustrated. He steps to the side to create some distance and I immediately miss his warmth.

" Sorry, I...I was thinking about Chrissy. " I murmur, hugging my arms to my chest.

Eddie shrugs off his jacket, extending his hand towards me. " Here, you're fucking freezing. "

I look at him in surprise. " What? Are you sure? Won't you be cold? "

" I'd prefer if you were alive, and right now, you're cold to the point I think you might die of hypothermia soon. "

" Thanks. " I mutter, accepting his jacket. As soon as I put it on, I begin to feel slightly better. I shove my hands into my pockets, quickly following Eddie out of the woods.

It's creepy in there.

Guilt fills my mind as I watch Eddie walk. His signature black and white hellfire shirt blows softly in the wind but he doesn't seem to be affected. At least he doesn't show it

" Here we are. Our new temporary home. " Eddie leads me towards a house.

" Are you sure we can be here? I think the owners might be asleep. " My anxiety begins to rise. What if his dealer turns us in?

Eddie chuckles. " Reefer Ricks' been in jail for the past two months and he definitely isn't coming out any time soon. I'm sure he won't mind us crashing for a few weeks. "

Unconvinced, I watch as Eddie lifts up the dealers' door mat. He picks up a small key that glimmers in the moonlight.

" That doesn't seem like a smart place to keep your spare key, especially for a dealer. "

Eddie unlocks the front door, letting me inside. " Well, there's a reason he got caught. "

We shuffle around the dark house, making sure to leave the lights off in case any of the nearby homes spot us.

We make our way upstairs when I remember I'm still wearing Eddie's jacket.

" Oh here, I almost forgot. " I begin to take his coat off.

Eddie shakes his head. " You can wear it tonight if you want. It's still pretty cold in here. I don't mind. "

He's not wrong. The house is old and almost every window has gaps where cold air is let in.

Eddie's sweet. I hadn't ever really met him before tonight. I didn't expect him to be so...kind.

" Thank, Eddie. "

I don't know what's going to happen to us in the future, but I'm glad I'm in this with Eddie.

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barrys-chico-rico · 1 year ago

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Some of my fav rafebarry head canons nobody asked for:

-rafe being a crybaby (kinda canon)

-barry being pretty young actually (he’s just turned 24 at the start of the show) but everyone thinking he’s older cuz his attitude, look, and job as a dealer

-rafe seeing barry working on his dads property at 15 yrs old, Barry 20, and thinking he was hot. Obviously Barry pays him and his annoying kook friends no attention because they’re just some spoiled children to him. The only conversation they have is him yelling at rafe when he hits his back with the ball they were playing with. And Rafe totally didn’t do that on purpose to get a closer look at the confusingly hot pogue. Really, he swears 🤷 (also ik Barry was in the army so this was probably during summer when he was on break or something)

-Barry has major beef with Ward. He hates that man so bad. He hates how much he fucked up rafe. He is not one to bite his tongue so at family gatherings he doesn’t care to start arguments with anyone who dares to say shit to rafe. He really only likes wheezie. Rafe isn’t much of a peacemaker either so he actually likes that Barry defends him because sometimes he just can’t do it.

-y’all know that shameless scene where mickey comes out? I feel like Barry would tell Ward something vulgar like that to let him know that he’s banging his precious son. “Coke isn’t the only thing I got your son bending over a table for”

-I can’t find the picture but it’s a bts pic of drew with his shirt tied in a knot in a crop top with some shorts. It makes me think that he’d fully embrace the “trailer park wife” life and dress in denim booty shorts cut from old jeans and cropped shirts in the summer. In fact he takes inspo from all the ladies near by who he met when Barry would send him over to barrow some eggs or milk. As a former kook he definitely judged them at first, but quickly found out how much they all have in common like having hubbies who work all day, some are former addicts, love shit talking, and they all got great hair.

-Barry being Latino (I’m Mexican so I want him to be Mexican lol)

Anyway, most of these come from my thoughts before I fall asleep so sorry if they don’t make sense.

#I have so many drafts maybe one day I’ll post them or my actual wips #rafebarry headcanons #rafebarry #rafe x barry #barry obx #rafe cameron #barry outer banks

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mackjlee9 · 1 year ago

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Kenny Rossmore x Male!Reader [Fluff]

part 2. »»»

Masterlist.

We're the Millers

Being the last one to get in, (M/n) closed the door and found a comfortable spot near Kenny, not really interested in anything else other than taking care of his best friend for the whole duration of this trip.

He almost couldn't believe he found himself involved in David's problems just because Kenny wanted to be part of the plan, and then that girl, Casey, joined in as well. She was -somewhat responsible- for everything that happened, at least in the way (M/n) viewed it.

If she had been getting robbed somewhere else, Kenny wouldn't have gone out to help her, and then it comes to the part where, if she hadn't run away from her parents' house, nothing would've happened.

But oh well, it was too late and useless to put the blame on everyone other than David. He was the drug dealer in the first place, he should've known better than to get between the robbers and the girl getting robbed.

In all honesty, he just didn't want to get Kenny into anything dangerous, perhaps he tried too hard. But no way was he gonna let Kenny go, all by himself, with someone like David Clark. Rose might be nice at times, but (M/n) never got along with her... And that was probably because Kenny was, somewhat, attracted to the older woman.

Well, there's no point in dwelling in the past, they're already wrapped in this whole mess. And he's winning fifty thousand dollars out of this job.

David was freaking mad when he heard him, "50k?! What do you need so much money for?! You're just a kid!"

"I need to pay for my and Kenny's university fees, David, so you pay me... Or I'll tell your boss and... The DEA," in the end, they made a deal.

And now, he was stuck in a situation that could've easily been avoided, but Kenny always had that "hero complex", he wanted to help and save everyone but alas it rarely ever worked, he might be over 6 feet tall, but he looks too innocent and naive still, so no one finds him intimidating.

"See? Even this loser here wants to see them!" The sound of Casey's voice caught his attention, and he looked up to glare at her. He was about to get up and make her apologize for calling Kenny "loser", but she started chanting 'fireworks!' over and over again.

And David didn't like that, at all. He stopped the trailer and turned on his seat to look at every one. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening, and ultimately, decided to turn back to his phone, and his music.

After that, they continued with their way, but not without lighting up a single firework that (M/n) didn't bother coming out to watch.

//////

The four of them looked around the place, seeing all the drugs that had to be loaded in the trailer. It was definitely more than just a smidge... They were fucked, genuinely.

"Kenny, (M/n)... Watch the pot," and David left, along with Rose and Casey. (M/n) huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm gonna kill that stupid old man..." (M/n) mumbled to himself as they left and got in the RV again, along with a basket of fresh fruit brought in by Kenny, ready to cross the border back to the country. But of course, things weren't going to go smoothly when you had someone like David driving.

They were stopped by a cop, who thankfully accepted bribery but... They didn't have that money, at least not yet, but the officer was open to taking another kind of bribery. And of course, David saw his way out of this whole ordeal, only to have his dreams crushed when he was informed that...

The officer wasn't straight.

"Serves you right, asshole," (M/n) felt Kenny lightly tapping his shoulder, in a way to tell him to stay quiet or not say that about Mr.Clark, but he couldn't care less.

Ever since (M/n) found out Kenny had a drug dealer as a neighbour, he's made it his duty to stay with him and protect him from David, Kenny was too nice to see the bad in others, hence why he got picked on a lot in school, however, (M/n) was always there to stand up for him. It's been that way since they were kids, and he wasn't gonna stop now.

"Alright, Kenny... You're up," David stood up from his seat and took Kenny out of the RV, of course, (M/n) panicked and followed after them.

"Are you fucking serious, David?!" He walked out, screaming in rage, and David rolled his eyes, done with (M/n)'s attitude.

"Yes, I am serious, he can get us out of this mess-" (M/n) stood in front of Kenny, standing up to protect him.

"The mess that you got yourself involved in, so maybe you should go suck mister officer off yourself, instead of asking a kid to do it for you!" Kenny looked back and forth between his best friend and his fake dad, unsure of what to do, "He's not gonna do it."

"I'm not a kid-"

"Then I'm sure you can take his place," (M/n) stayed silent for a few seconds, his jaw clenched as he glared at David, glancing over his shoulder to stare at the police officer, waiting at a safe distance from them, "I doubt you would want Kenny to get arrested because you couldn't do something he could've done easily."

He took a few deep breaths, closing his hands tight in fists, "Fine... I'll do it."

"No, (M/n), you don't have to-" Kenny held (M/n)'s wrist, trying to pull him back, making the (h/c) haired male turn toward him.

"It's okay, Kenny, go back inside-" he glanced at David and saw him tapping his wristwatch, mouthing 'tic, tac' at him, "Just go back inside, please... Casey!" He called for the teen girl who stood by the open door next to Rose, "Don't let him out," while he dragged Kenny back into the RV, he ignored the blond's complaining, saying he could do it, that he didn't have to do this for him, but (M/n) ignored him and turned back to look at David, who had a smirk on his face.

He walked closer to him until they were face to face, and he glared at the old man.

"Make sure you add 10k to the fifty you owe me, asshole," and his smirk was gone, replaced by a frown.

"Depends on how good you do, kid," they began walking closer to the officer, and he could faintly hear Kenny calling for him from inside the RV, "Now, this what you're gonna do-."

"I know what I have to do old man," David looked at him with raised eyebrows but (M/n) didn't realize.

"Hey! What's going on?" The officer came by and stopped in front of them, "Somebody sucking my dick or am I getting a thousand pesos?"

(M/n) looked at the officer and then back at David, who looked baffled at the new word he heard, "Pesos? You are a fucking idiot!"

(M/n) paced around annoyed, watching how David gave a hundred bucks to the officer, who left them be after blowing him a kiss. He felt shivers down his spine and turned around, stumping his way back to the RV, where Casey and Rose had been waiting for them to come back.

He opened the door and walked past Kenny, heading to the back of the trailer and finding a comfortable spot to sit on. A few minutes later, he got bored of his phone and Kenny came in, sitting next to him.

"Thank you for... Taking my spot, you didn't have to do that, (M/n)," he looked at Kenny from the corner of his eye, slowly turning to look at him, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, "Were you really going to...? Y'know, suck him off?"

Kenny's question almost made (M/n) laugh, "Well, my plan was to punch him hard enough until he passed out so we could escape but... Didn't have to do that after all."

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(M/n) and Kenny were having fun in the back playing games on their phones together, when Casey came up to them with the Mexican sombreros.

And apparently, there was another RV right next to them, so she was ushering them to come out and be together.

"We're David and Rose Miller," he looked back and saw the three teens behind them, "My daughter, Casey," she leaned over to wave 'hello', "My son, Kenny, and his best friend, (M/n)."

Both of them leaned too, one less enthusiastic than the other, (M/n) wasn't good at meeting new people, he closed off easily in public so he hoped this was the only interaction they were gonna have with this family.

"Oh, it's so nice that you brought your son's best friend! I'm sure they are having fun together!" The lady in the other trailer exclaimed, as if moved by David's kindness, but judging by the smirk on his face, (M/n) knew he was gonna say something irrelevant.

"Well, his parents hate him and they're never home, so we took that role for them," David glanced back at him, ignoring how awkward he made the atmosphere with the unknown family next to them.

"Fuck you," he whispered in response and sat back down in one of the empty seats at the front.

Finally, it seemed like things were going by smoothly, but the car at the front was found with a pot, so now they had to wear their sombreros and smile wide like idiots just to pass as a nice family who came back from their vacation in Mexico.

But well, not everything seemed to be going to shit, seeing how illegal immigrants were crossing the border so the guards had more important stuff to worry about at the moment, so they made their way back into the RV and continued their way.

(M/n) put his phone to charge and sat next to Kenny, thinking of maybe taking a nap until they arrived, when David turned on the radio and Waterfalls began playing. He fixed his sitting position and looked at Kenny, knowing it was his favourite song, and he waited patiently to hear him sing and rap along with it.

Moments like this with Kenny, chill and lighthearted, never failed to enhance his feelings for him. Despite knowing how wrong it was to like his best friend as something more, (M/n) didn't really mind it, he could take the unrequited love any day if it was Kenny.

//////

(M/n) was looking out the window of the RV, lost in thought, completely unaware of how Rose, Casey and David were talking about Kenny, watching him talking to Melissa, the only child of the Fitzgerald family they found themselves camping with.

"She would be the luckiest girl..." The three of them stopped talking when they heard (M/n), watching Kenny with a sad look in his eyes, "He just has to be brave and say it."

David made eye contact with Casey and Rose, who shrugged and remained quiet, "I thought you liked Kenny?"

(M/n) scoffed a humourless laugh, trying to sound cheerful but failing, "Yeah... He's not into guys, believe me, I've tried, so..." He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, "I don't know, kinda gave up."

After that, the air got a little tense, until Rose convinced David to go out there and talk to Kenny, help him a little and (M/n) stood up, sitting on the steps of the RV as the door remained open, staring up at the night sky.

"Count to three and then do it, because you're gonna overthink it and that... Will drive you crazy," well, that wasn't a half bad advice coming from someone like David. (M/n) watched how the old man got up and Rose walked next to him, stepping out of the RV.

And there was Kenny, making his way back inside.

"Hey, you good?" He stood up and walked in, closing the door behind them and sitting on the empty sofa. Casey was sitting across from them, blasting her music and staring at her phone, "I saw... What happened with Melissa."

Kenny shifted awkwardly, but he noticed (M/n) wasn't looking at him, he was staring at the floor. Then he remembered how (M/n) had dated quite a few people so maybe he could explain to him what he could do, even if he got advice from David, someone his age, and his best friend, would give better advice. Or so he thought.

"Can you help me, (M/n)?" Kenny watched how he froze in place and slowly looked up at him, making eye contact, "Teach me how to kiss-"

He hurried to cover Kenny's mouth before he could keep talking, glancing over at Casey who was still minding her business, even so, (M/n) decided to drag Kenny to the back room of the RV, he didn't want her to hear and make fun of his best friend just because he hadn't had his first kiss yet.

They sat together and after making sure no one was coming with them, he looked at Kenny, a serious expression on his face.

"You want me... To teach you how to kiss?" (M/n) watched how he nodded frantically, licking his lips nervously, something that he didn't miss, although he tried to not make it obvious that he was staring at Kenny's glossy lips, "You know there's nothing I can teach you unless... I physically teach you, right?"

At that, Kenny seemed a little more hesitant, and (M/n) wanted to smack himself because he might've ruined his only chance to ever kiss Kenny, so he decided he was gonna count to three, and then say it. One... Two... Three.

"If you really wanna kiss Melissa I can teach you, it... Doesn't have to mean anything," (M/n) shrugged in a way to appear more nonchalant, but the truth is, his heart felt ready to burst, "We've been best friends for over ten years, a kiss is not gonna change that, Kenny."

"But... I don't want my first kiss to be with a guy," okay, that was kinda painful, but at least he didn't say he didn't want to do it because it was him.

(M/n) tried to come up with an excuse, something easy that could ease Kenny's nerves... Oh, he got it, "Well, we can just pretend it never happened, that way your first real kiss will be with Melissa," he chuckled in a way that seemed real, and he was glad Kenny bought his excuse and was convinced.

"If you put it like that..." Kenny looked at (M/n), seeing how he was patiently waiting for his response, "Okay," he sighed and fixed his sitting position, feeling incredibly tense.

(M/n) noticed and laughed, a real laugh, and turned to slightly face Kenny, placing his hands on the blond's shoulders, "Hey, relax, kissing a guy is no different than kissing a girl, alright?" Kenny nodded and took a deep, shaky breath, his body loosing up and shifting around to face (M/n) as well, "We'll stop when you feel like stopping, okay? Don't wanna scare you too bad."

He didn't want to admit that, in reality, (M/n) was trying to calm himself, he was beyond excited and scared shitless, he felt like he was gonna throw up from how much his stomach was tingling, and it felt like it was stuck in his throat, and he could only hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He was getting dizzy, the thought of getting to kiss Kenny, his best friend, and one-sided love made him extremely happy.

But it won't mean anything to Kenny, while it will be a dream come true for (M/n).

Despite all the experience he's had kissing girls and guys alike for the past few years, nothing could compare to this moment in time, he never felt his way, not even when he had his first kiss.

"Alright, first of... Close your eyes," Kenny squirmed while mumbling 'ah, yes', and closed his eyes. (M/n) could see how much he was shaking, whether it was because he was nervous or scared, he didn't know, all (M/n) knew was what he was feeling as he slowly leaned closer to Kenny, "You ready?" He whispered so as to not scare him, and he watched how he slowly nodded.

(M/n) leaned in and pressed his lips on Kenny's, his eyes closing as he closed his hands tightly, resisting the urge to hold his face and kiss him over and over again.

After a few seconds, Kenny backed away, and (M/n) was scared he might've done something wrong, "That's it?" He couldn't hold back his chuckle.

"Well, that was a peck, not really a kiss..." Kenny nodded and shifted closer to (M/n), "Kenny?"

"Can we do it? A kiss?" Oh my- the way Kenny's voice sounded and how he was looking at him with those green eyes almost made (M/n)'s brain short-circuit.

"S-sure, this is... Me teaching you how to kiss after all, you have to learn..." (M/n) felt himself getting more nervous when he realized Kenny was the one leaning in now.

"Can I try something?" Feeling Kenny's hand gently holding his face sent shivers down his spine, even if his touch was warm against his skin.

Scared of stuttering and letting Kenny know how this whole situation actually affected him, (M/n) nodded, feeling proud that Kenny would want to take the initiative this time around, even if it was at the expense of his poor heart.

And he soon felt Kenny's lips pressed on his again. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes, relaxing under Kenny's hold and letting him take the lead and set the pace. Although, as he was still learning, it was getting a little messy, so (M/n) couldn't help but let a small smile grow on his face, reaching his hand up to hold to Kenny's wrist, pulling away the slightest bit, their lips gracing and breaths mixing.

"Easy, no need to rush..." (M/n) noticed how rapid Kenny's breath was, and he pressed their foreheads together, "Breath slowly and through your nose, okay? You're doing good."

"Really?" Kenny's voice trembled and for a moment (M/n) thought there might be a possibility of him enjoying his kisses, but he didn't let that thought last, pushing it away where it wouldn't cause hope to rise.

"Really," and with that, Kenny held (M/n)'s face in both his hands, leaned in the few inches keeping them apart, and kissed again.

Their lips moved slowly against each other, and (M/n) tried to prevent his body from trembling at the sensation of Kenny's lips and touch on him, keeping his breathing as steady and levelled as he could while his mind and heart were racing against each other. His mind told him this was wrong and it would only cause him more pain when Kenny got together with Melissa. But his heart...

His heart told him to enjoy this moment they were having together, treasure it and never forget how gentle and sweet Kenny's kisses felt like.

After a few minutes, they pulled away, trying to steady their breathing the best they could, "Was that good?" (M/n) whispered, slightly pulling back to look into Kenny's eyes.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, as if he was in a daze, his sight stuck staring at (M/n)'s lips, "Can we keep going...?"

He almost choked with his spit, but he managed to hide it, and he nodded, "I told you... We'll stop when you feel like it, Kenny."

"Good, 'cause I don't want to stop."

The kisses that followed were more intense, more needy, filled with want and... Perhaps desire, maybe even a spark of love.

Kenny almost didn't want to admit it, but (M/n) was an amazing kisser, and he found himself just wanting more of him- of his best friend, completely unaware of how his thoughts regarding Melissa had completely abandoned his mind long ago. He could only think about continuing to make out with (M/n), enjoying their time without "parents" around.

#kenny rossmore x reader #kenny miller x reader #kenny miller x male reader #were the millers #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter x male reader #fluff #male reader #x reader #reader insert #.mackjlee9 writes

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lipslover · 2 years ago

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trailer trash - rafebarry

summary: jj is required to follow his father to his dealer, barrys, trailer. he is astonished, nevertheless, to see a certain familiar face when he arrives.

warnings: swearing, drugs, drug talk, wee little bit of violence

additional notes: hopefully this is decent enough for yinz likings !!! i havent wrote anything in months, though i used to be a wattpad writer.. this is slightly slightly inspired by a short prompt wrote by hartigays !! wrote in all lowercase. enjoy pookiess !!!!!!

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jj watched out the window at the passing cars as a gentle autumn breeze blew onto his face. everyone else appeared to be extremely wealthy in comparison to luke's raggedy old pickup.

he had been grounded by his dad for "back talking," which means he has been under his fathers supervision, constantly, for the past week. this also means he is forced to go anywhere with luke at any point in the day. so that is how he came to be driven into the decaying trailer park where his father's dealer lives.

they pulled into the familiar lot of barrys so called home, a location theyve visited four times within the past week. there were numerous vehicles, including a few motorcycles, parked in the yard; however, one in particular stood out to jj. a bright red bike. he knew it looked familiar but had no idea where it had came from, as of none of the pouges in the area had such clean looking things in general.

he unbuckled carefully, as one wrong move could cause the entire truck to crumble beneath them, and stepped out walking behind luke.

as soon as they got near the already opened door, yelling could be heard. not particularly angry yelling, just someone being slightly pissed off, and that someone was no one other than barry.

“i aint givin’ you no fuckin acid man, ya already loopy outta yo fuckin mind” barry yelled, sounding more concerned than angry.

they walked inside, luke making himself to the fridge that he very much was not supposed to be in. jj just stood in front of the door uncomfortably, then he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. “so youll sell it to everyone here but me” yelled. wait was that, but before jj could get his thought out barry came storming into the main room with a rafe cameron following him, almost too close behind. rafe..

before any longer thoughts could be made from jj, barry was going at luke for drinking his beer out of his fridge. while the taller boy just stood behind, mouth opened slightly as if he was about to blurt out something absurd. but he didnt. he just stood there, hands in his khakis pockets, watching barry with amusement as he yelled.

barry seemed to calm down a bit, and turned to rafe. “d’ya need anything country club” he said softer with a smirk. rafe blushed slightly at the nickname, at the smirk, at barry. jj watched intensely, creepily almost, but how could he not. whatever the fuck just happened was completely not normal.

“yeahh” rafe dragged out, “you know what, i could really use some acid.” and with that, the yelling started up again.

“uh hu, nope, no fuckin way bro” barry yelled pointing a finger, he walked back to his room, as an attempt to retrieve what he knew luke wanted. rafe followed directly behind, way too close for comfort. way too close in general.

jj looked over at his dad who was sipping on his barrys cold beer, not a care in the world. he wasnt even sure if his dad noticed the weird behavior coming from the two.

after a few minutes barry came back into the kitchen, with rafe following, holding a little baggie of coke. “gotta show me the cash first maybank” barry said raising his eyebrows at the slightest. though to his surprise luke actually held out some hundreds, some hundreds that could’ve been used to buy food, but jj wouldn’t argue. he just watched as they exchanged items. watched as rafe lingered behind barry, his hand placed delicately on barrys waist.

jj didnt even think rafe noticed him, and truth be told he didnt, not until he turned and saw the jj maybank staring down his hand that was placed where it definitely shouldnt have been. they locked eyes, anger flushing in rafes and confusion in jjs.

barry noticed this, the tension between the two, and waved for luke to be on his way. their eyes were still locked, still staring, both in utter disbelief. barry lifted his hand to rafes cheek, rubbing slightly, bringing him out of his little trance.

“you good rafe” he asked almost as a whisper. rafe nodded slightly, glancing back up at jj who was being pulled out the door by his father.

‘i think he knows’ were the last words jj heard come out of rafes mouth before being pushed into his fathers shitty truck.

#rafe cameron #barry obx #jj maybank #rafebarry #rafe x barry #barry x rafe #rafe and barry #outer banks #obx #luke maybank

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hash-driveway · 1 year ago

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Down With Me (Chapter Two)

Also on AO3!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Just when Roxie had felt acclimated to Sunnyvale’s events, she had to get used to what Ricky, Bubbles, and Julian got up to when they were together. Ricky grew weed out of his car, in which he also lived. He also parked it in Lucy’s driveway, which she failed to mention to Roxie. Roxie had noticed how little Lucy spoke of Ricky while he was away, always wondering why. Now that Ricky was back in the trailer park, things seemed to make a bit more sense. Roxie was happy to finally have a weed dealer again since she moved, and she appreciated the fact that he offered her a fair price.

Bubbles lived in his shed like before, but he was out and about a lot more. He would accompany Julian and Ricky on their jobs around town. At first, Roxie had the impression that they were actual handymen, and they got locked up for something innocuous. As it turned out, Julian was the one who orchestrated most of their jobs, which usually involved stealing or conning their way into some money. She didn’t know what exactly they were in jail for most recently, but she didn’t really care to find out by asking.

Julian was a fairly quiet guy. He kept to himself most of the time, but was friendly with everyone in the park. When Roxie went on her runs, sometimes he’d be getting his mail or taking the garbage out. She’d try to stop and say hi to him, partially to have an excuse to be near him. After a while, he would be outside nearly every time she was. There was something about Julian that made her want to be friendly, to come out of her shell. It freaked her out a little.

Through their conversations, Roxie came to realize that Julian was sort of a protector of their community, which was something that she certainly wasn’t used to. Living in the city meant fending for yourself, making sure that nobody was following you home or trying to pick your pockets. In Sunnyvale, it was different. Amidst the chaos of the bottle kids and Lahey’s debauchery, this little trailer park was the most tightly-knit neighborhood that she’d been in a while.

On this particular morning, she decided that she would take a rest day– stay in bed a few minutes after her alarm went off, be slow to rise. Still dressed in her pajamas, a tank and sweatpants, Roxie dragged herself out of bed and stepped into her slippers. She brushed her teeth in the bathroom, and headed to the kitchen. As she began brewing her coffee, there was a knock at her door.

Furrowing her brow, she opened her door to see Julian standing outside it, taking up most of the door frame.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, blue eyes boring into hers with concern.

Confused, Roxie cocked her head to the side, “Yeah? Are you okay?”

There was a pause. Julian seemed to be thinking to himself before looking a little embarrassed, “Sorry. It’s just that you’re usually out by now. Thought you were sick or something.” He trailed off a bit. Julian’s apparent concern for Roxie amused her. He raised his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You didn’t wait around for me, did you?”

“No, I just… fuck.” Yeah, Julian was definitely embarrassed. Roxie was a bit flattered. It felt nice to know that he thought of her, that she was a part of his routine just as much as he was a part of hers.

“I was just about to make breakfast,” she said, giving him a warm smile, “Do you want to come in?”

Julian took a sip of his drink and smiled, “Fuck yeah.”

She stepped aside and welcomed him into her trailer. Julian practically had to duck to get through her door. Once inside, she made them some scrambled eggs.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have much else right now. I’m never very glamorous when I cook for myself.”

Julian shook his head, “No problem. Thanks, Roxie.”

Silence fell for a moment as the two of them began to eat together. They both sat next to each other on her cheap bar stools at the other side of the counter.

“How are you liking living here?”

“Oh, I love it.” She sighed, “So much more peaceful than my old place. I used to live in the city, and to be honest, I hated it. So much commotion. And the neighbors sucked. Didn’t know how to have a good time. Sunnyvale kind of reminds me of where I grew up, so it was nice to be able to be in a place that was familiar.”

“If we know how to do anything here, we know how to party,” Julian responded, “What brought you here?”

She thought for a moment, glancing at her feet as she considered lying to Julian about the real reason why she was in Sunnyvale. Julian leaned his arm against the counter, drink in hand, waiting patiently for a response.

“I, um, left a really, really bad relationship.”

Julian didn’t say anything. He just nodded, listening.

“He made more money than me, held it over my head constantly,” she tried her best to sound like the memories of her ex throwing a vase at her head didn’t haunt her on a daily basis, “Anyway, I found out he cheated on me with my best friend. He freaked out, threatened to kill himself, then threatened to kill me, so I just… skipped town. I needed a fresh start, you know?”

When Roxie looked back at Julian, his demeanor had changed. He was now leaned in a bit closer to her, brows furrowed, a concerned expression on his face.

“Sorry, I dumped all of that on you. Pretty intense, I know.”

“No, Roxie, no,” he reassured her, “He sounds like a fucking dick. You changed your phone number, right?”

“Of course,” she said, suddenly overwhelmed by his response. She rarely expected people to believe how awful her relationship was without all of the gruesome, traumatic details. It stirred a feeling deep inside of her that left her feeling confused.

“Good,” Julian sighed, leaning back a bit, “Dicks like that are trouble. If he ever comes around, let me know.”

That feeling turned into warmth in her chest. She choked back a lump in her throat, which perplexed her further. He believed her? Just like that? He wanted to protect her? No, there had to be a different reason. People didn’t just…care about her.

“I will,” was all that she could utter before a loud banging at her door made her jump out of her skin.

“ROXIE! HAVE YOU SEEN JULIAN?”

Julian shook his head and walked over to the door, opening it and immediately berating Ricky for being so aggressive.

“Rick, calm down. What’s wrong?”

“Lahey and Randy are fuckin’ with my dope plants, they keep telling me that I need to stop selling on the promperty, which is bullshit because how else am I gonna make a living for my family? And they keep bitching about how I haven’t paid my lot fees. This shit’s so fucked, Julian.”

Julian sighed and told Ricky to go back outside, and that he’d figure it out in a second. He quickly took their plates to the sink. He regarded Roxie before leaving, his palm resting on her shoulder.

“You ever need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”

She nodded and gave him a grateful smile, finding herself unable to speak at the feeling of his hand on her skin and the softness of his stare.

After Julian said goodbye, Roxanne was left to sit in the silence of her trailer. She tried to process the sudden mix of emotions that engulfed her as she cleaned up her kitchen.

#julian #julian tpb x reader #julian tpb #julian x reader #trailer park boys fanfiction #trailer park boys x reader #mwrites #tpb #trailer park boys selfship #trailer park boys

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keyh0use · 2 years ago

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only Barry and Rafe don't know they're dating

Pairing: Rafe x Barry

Swearing, brief jealousy, gross fluff.

This is really just an outline for a 2 chapter fic I haven't gotten around to properly writing yet. Enjoy!

Chapter 1, Part 1

♡ Barry and Rafe have been sorta friends since the first time they met. Back then, freshly eighteen, the kook was just starting to get heavy into coke. Having a cute dealer definitely contributed to how fast he gave in to the temptation.

♡ It becomes like Barry's third job to care for the boy, keeping track of how much shit he's putting in his system and stealing Rafe's bike keys when he's too fucked.

♡ Days after the first time Rafe clocked out on the porch couch from too much expensive cocktails over brunch with Topper and coke with Barry, the boy starts continuously running back to the trailer at the end of the day instead of Tanneyhill.

♡ They share a bed and every stupid secret they overhear. Everyone knows if you tell Rafe something, Barry will know about it too, and vice versa.

♡ Everyone can see how sickeningly into each other they are, affectionately poking fun at how inseparable and domestic they've become.

♡ Rafe starts picking up around the house when the man is at work or out doing a drop, disposing of empty beer bottles and old take-out containers.

♡ Since (non-explicitly) moving to the cut, Sarah conveniently finds her way to the trailer every damn time her brother is gone, trying to convince Barry to ask dumbass Rafe out. "If you don't, it's never going to happen! Don't you want a sister like me?"

♡ Wheezie feels left out being the only one stuck in Tanneyhill, making excuses to Rose about meeting with friends in order to bike all the way to the south side.

♡ The youngest Cameron sibling doesn't actually know where The Chateau or wherever the heck Rafe lives. So she pulls up alongside a fruit stand and asks for directions.

♡ Rafe, as expected, loses his fucking mind when there's a knock on the trailer door and he opens it to his thirteen year old baby sister, all on her own. But Barry is chill, hides the drugs with smooth ease and invites her in, telling the boy to calm the hell down.

♡ It turns out Wheezie and Barry have a lot of common interests, most of which she was never allowed to act on. Barry loves fishing and Wheezie wants to wade in the shallows to see tiny fishies, but that's deemed unladylike by her father.

♡ They both love action and psychological thriller movies, much to Rafe's bemusement, the kook only ever wanting to watch slasher films.

♡ "I wanna watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre...again," Rafe told the man. "Of course you fuckin' do," mumbled Barry, searching through the list for it.

♡ Meeting the parents is the last thing Barry ever thought he'd be doing, especially for someone he's not even dating. Yet here he is, pulling up alongside the manicured lawn of Tanneyhill with a present tucked safely underarm, neatly wrapped after watching four tutorials.

♡ "You came!" Wheezie exclaimed, hugging the older man around his waist.

♡ Barry had borrowed dress pants from his coworker, tucked his funeral shirt into it and ran a comb through his wet curls. Looking around at all the well-dressed guests he feels like he made a grave mistake coming, even as the little girl beams up at him.

♡ But then there's Rafe: pretty, perfect Rafe with his styled hair and wearing a suit tailored to fit him just right, nothing out of place. And he looks so happy when he spots Barry, instantly excusing himself from conversation to jog over.

♡ Rafe's hands grab for Barry's face as his instinctively latch onto the boy's waist, kook telling him with a sly grin how good he looks and suddenly his self-doubt slips away

♡ Barry catches sight of Sarah in the near distance watching the display of public affection. She mouths nut up to him, the very same words said to the girl when Barry taught her to gut a fish and she got blood on her fingers and wouldn't stop whispering ew, ew ,ew.

♡ Why should he, though? Nut up, that is. What the two of them have together right now is nice, admitting feelings might complicate it or ruin it altogether.

♡ Only fifteen minutes pass before Ward has found them, introducing himself and his wife to Barry like the woman can't speak for herself.

♡ Ward is shockingly nice to Barry, shakes his hand and starts conversation about an old car he wants looked at, something the dealer is well versed in. Which obviously the Cameron patriarch knows, making Barry spend the rest of the evening wondering how much Rafe talks about him.

♡ Other than in passing with no speaking, this is the first time Barry meets Rafe's friends too, who keep giving the boy these looks like there's some joke Barry wouldn't understand. It's only mildly aggravating, hard to find much to be pissed over when Rafe is leaning against his side.

♡ Rafe is so appreciative the man attended Wheezie's birthday, he attempts to make a thank you dinner the next evening.

♡ One day Barry gets a panicked call from Wheezie, who speaks almost too fast to follow. Her father is away on a business trip and Rose won't answer, so she hasn't been picked up from her after-school program.

♡ When the beat up truck rolls alongside where Wheezie waits with a teacher, the girl turns and says, "That's my brothers boyfriend!" And no the fuck he isn't, but if Barry doesn't bother correcting the mistake then so fucking what?

♡ Nothing compares to the amount of shit Barry's own circle gives him, though.

♡ Rafe will often stop in the garage or the pawn shop, sit on rickety chairs and watch Barry work, usually with lunch for the two of them waiting to be eaten.

♡ All the guys will take jabs at how clingy Rafe is, but ignore the way Barry's arm goes around his waist the moment they're within reach of one another or the way he draws idle patterns on Rafe's thigh just at the cut-off of those sinful pastel shorts.

♡ "Wish my wife brought me lunch," one would joke. Barry would reach over and brush his oil-stained knuckles against the flush on Rafe's cheek with a golden grin.

♡ Despite the light-hearted jabs, Rafe is always invited to shit. The mechanic shop owner loves when the kook attends because he's good at keeping a couple business type cousins away from everyone else.

♡ "The day your man stops attending these things is the day I stop having them."

♡ Rafe is attractive. Anyone with eyes could fucking see that so it's not odd that Barry stares sometimes. The boy is just so damn pretty it hurts, makes his cock swell up until he's throbbing and suffering in the bathroom trying to think of something besides blue eyes and delicate hands and a snarky attitude.

♡ Barry agrees to go to the country club with Rafe for Kelce's birthday or something, rolling his eyes when the boy threatened to upset his friend by not attending if Barry wouldn't go.

♡ That's when the older man realises other people notice how hot Rafe is, too.

♡ Some bitch mixing drinks watches the boy all night, gives him this little smile anytime he goes over, like she wants to write her number in salt on the counter and hope he gets the hint. Or like she wants Rafe to meet her after shift change.

♡ Something visceral charges in Barry then.

♡ "You gon' stay right the fuck here, got it, country club?" "Got it," Rafe whispers, bottom lip sucked between rows of white teeth.

♡ Barry holds Rafe close all damn night, likely bordering on improper behaviour in such a classy place. But he doesn't give a fuck.

#barry obx #rafebarry #rafe x barry

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prosperae-archive · 6 months ago

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💋 to kiss my muse! (and from whichever other muse of mine she wants)

“ … i hope your schedule's clear, ” she mumbled between kisses pressed to the dealer's jawline, lips curling in the slightest as she neared his ear. it didn't matter if it was or if it wasn't, either way she would be dragging him out of the trailer park—and they both knew that. “ because i'm going to the mainland … and you're coming with me. i need good company. ”

[ ✉ ] SEND '💋' FOR KISSES FROM RACHEL, ft. @favcritecriime

#she was missing barry lmao -- 🫶#iii. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫.‚ reply.#iv. 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.‚ outer banks.#favcritecriime

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the-lark-ascending69 · 11 months ago

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Any headcanons for the "Vickie instead of Eddie" AU?

Thank you sm for asking im so excited abt this au

In one hand I feel like I'm just genderswapping Eddie, or replacing him with an OC, because we know so little about Vickie that I'd be mostly making things up, so in order to avoid that I want to take a moment to properly analyze what we have on Vickie so far:

She's in band.

She volunteers to make food for the homeless

She feels selfish for complaining about her boyfriend with everything going on

She rambles when nervous, apparently, just like Robin.

She likes Fast Times and left her boyfriend over it, because he said it had no plot (possibly indicates a deeper understanding of movies)

It's little but I think it'll do. What I want to focus on is her kindness and selflessness, which already sets her apart from Eddie. Not that I think Eddie is particularly selfish, but "kind" isn't the first word to come to mind when you want to describe him.

However, in order for the AU to work, we need to translate some Eddie Traits, or Eddie Situations, onto Vickie, those being:

A reason for her to be accused of Chrissy's murder.

A reason for her not to go to the police.

A reason for the town to fear her.

Living in the trailing park, near Max's trailer.

Some loose connection to the Hawkins Crew to explain why they even care to dig deeper into the case.

The obvious connection to draw there would be Robin's crush - she notices when Vickie doesn't show up at school the next day, she talks to Steve about it, Steve dismisses it as her skipping school, etc. One interesting thing to work with is Robin's tendency to both project on other people and idealize them, which is very present in her book and podcast. She thinks she can just "observe" people and make a perfect image of them in her head, often based on her own biases, despite reality being different. She did this when she was 15, so idk of she'd still do it at 18, but I do think she idealizes Vickie a little, even in the show - she calls her the girl of her dreams without knowing her, for fuck's sake.

So now she's making up explanations as to why Vickie couldn't possibly have killed Chrissy when Max shows up and tells them she saw her running away from the crime scene. Everyone is confused as to why Robin keeps defending her despite not knowing a thing about her. She later asks Steve if she was too obvious ("Maybe a little obvious," he says "but they probably still think we're secretly dating or whatever, so you're good for now").

Now, a reason for Vickie to be accused of Chrissy's murder... I have a few ideas:

A) They were friends, and she was with her when she died (only explanation as to why she wouldn't tell the police is that she killed her).

B) She was a drug dealer, much like Eddie, and Chrissy went to her (most interesting scenario in my opinion. The juxtaposition of "cute petite girl" and "drug dealer" is very sweet to me, and it would really defy Robin's expectations).

C) She was a rumored queer, and the persecution has a strong homophobic edge to it. They only think she killed her because she's a lesbian (which is pretty much the same as a man in their eyes), and she didn't go to the police because she knew they'd think she did it.

I like B and C, I'm going with those.

So, Robin insists this couldn't possibly be, and Dustin is like "dude, she ran from the police. From the police, man" ("to be fair, I think Nancy did that like a fifty times", Steve says), and Max will say something like "actually, there is something", [insert peculiar observation + plausible alternate expalantion as to what that might mean and how it could make Vickie innocent]. More focused on figuring out whether or not this is Upside Down related or not, the Hawkins crew begin looking for Vickie, find her at Reefer Rick's etc. She doesn't react violently like Eddie did - she's small and meek and curled into a corner, crying softly. Robin finds her, and talks to her. Things unravel from there.

Idk how different the story would be. Vickie wouldn't die, for starters, because part of the point in doing this is creating a complex love interest for Robin. Another thing to take into account would be Vickie not being confirmed queer until the very end. Keep Robin on her toes. She has no idea whether or not they're just ugly rumors, and honestly she just feels worse throwing herself at her with the entire town calling her a murderous dyke, stalking poor teenage girls.

Her personality is entirely different from Eddie's too. While Eddie is loud, selfish, cowardly and likes to be an asshole to kids, Vickie is kind and sweet and treats kids very well. She becomes friends with Max and Lucas and always checks on them. Being in band, she's been to all of Lucas' games, so she's seen his progress, she knows he's great. And being neighbors with Max means she's knocked on her door with a cacerole in her hands whenever Max's mom wasn't there for the night - she figured Max might be hungry. They don't know how to feel about the drugs thing, but they like her.

I think it would be nice to make her... not as similar to Robin in personality. I wouldn't make her as talkative or rambly, rather, I'd make her introspective and introverted. Soft-spoken. Also, with a lot of trauma. Something something mom also sold drugs, got arrested, now she keeps doing this to survive because she has no other way to make money + she probably has debts, etc. Give her a more melancholic edge. I think that would be quite fitting.

She and Robin develop a friendship through the season, getting together somewhere in S5.

#rovickie #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #my posts #vickie - eddie roleswap AU #im sorry for the eddie slander i promise i dont hate him i just like him more when hes an asshole 😭😭

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julians-muscles-and-tits · 9 months ago

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Julian x Ricky smut where they have their first time together

You got it 😊. I did this one of Ricky and Julian in the 1999 black and white trailer park boys pilot movie and I'm working on another one where they have their first time together in season 1 that's a bit more romantic.

"COCAINE NOSEBLEED", *NSFW RICKY X JULIAN 1999 TRAILER PARK BOYS PILOT MOVIE FAN FIC SMUT*

Ricky and Julian were highly intoxicated on cocaine their brains felt like they were on fire and the sickeningly addictive substance was releasing short lived flashes of dopamine hits that never felt like they were enough and always left them craving more. They'd been blowing rails all day and driving around, there had been a dog they had to “take care of” but the guy who gave them the details of the job had screwed up and sent them to the wrong house where they were greeted by an elderly pissed off man who when they tried to break into his house he attempted to shoot them with a gun. They barely made it out of there alive.

Julian was driving down the highway in his black 1988 Chevrolet Corvette the sun was blazing and he was seething with rage, he'd lost out on 500 bucks and he was running out of cocaine he'd been phoning his dealer all day but he wasn't answering him. He pulled over on a gravel road near the highway and turned off the car to do another line, he looked down at the packet and was met with the gut wrenching realisation that there was none left.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” he said scathingly. Ricky looked over at him.

“What?” he asked feeling irritated himself that the job had gone wrong and he wasn't bringing home any money.

“I'm fucking all out” Julian said angrily and furiously threw the empty packet onto the dirt rubbing his temples in frustration and rage.

“Have you tried calling-”

“Of course I fucking have Ricky that asshole won't return my calls!” Julian snapped.

Ricky sat there in silence as the wind quietly blew through the tall green trees not knowing what to say as Julian rubbed the bridge of his nose feeling angrier and more desperate by the second.

He needed relief and he needed it fast they both did they'd gone through so much and were in shock and reeling from what had just happened if the old man had shot just a little more to the left he would have blew Julian's brain out he almost shot Ricky in the back too. Julian's cock was hard from all the adrenaline and the danger nothing aroused him more.

He looked over at Ricky who was dialing the dealer's number on his phone, Julian stared at him and realised for the first time that he was handsome even though he could be a dick and they argued a lot, his sweaty angel face hidden underneath those black sunglasses and the large curled sideburns, he could see beads of sweat running down his forehead, it was a particularly sweltering hot day and the drugs and having to run as fast as they could to avoid getting killed had made them both build up quite a sweat, Ricky more so than Julian his face was very shiny, his houndstooth tshirt had damp patches scattered all over. Ricky waited for the dealer to pick up but there was no answer.

“That fucking cocksucker” Ricky said annoyed under his breath he hung up and aggressively tossed his phone on the dashboard so hard it's a miracle it didn't shatter. Something came over Julian as he leaned in and kissed him feeling how wet his face was with sweat and how salty his lips were, he liked it a lot. He was surprised when Ricky removed his sunglasses revealing sea blue eyes and kissed him back, the both of them kissing each other at a frenzied passionate pace, far from romantic it was a kiss of pure heady fervor, their tongues curling together Julian's black goatee brushing up against Ricky's lips and chin, suddenly blood ran from Julian's nose making Ricky slow down his kiss, great another fucking cocaine nosebleed this was the third one this week or maybe the fourth Julian had given up counting at this point, Ricky had a small speck of blood on his cheek, he smiled evilly looking at Julian's pale face and the red streak that had trailed down onto his lip hair, he put the pad of his thumb just under Julian's right nostril and scooped up the blood bringing his wet thumb into his mouth to taste it, it tasted coppery and he made a small pleased “mm” sound as he closed his eyes enjoying tasting his coked nasal blood, this only egged Julian on even more he pulled Ricky in for another hungry kiss and blood was being smeared on his cheek but neither one of them cared it was so hot. His hands wandered down to Julian's belt as he grabbed the back of his brown hair his gold bracelet tickling the back of his neck. Julian broke away from the kiss feeling exhilarated his eyes darkened admiring how much sloppier he'd made Ricky look.

“Get out the car” he commanded roughly his piercing blue eyes burning into his.

“What? Why?” Ricky asked confused his left cheek smudged with blood.

“Shut up and do as i fucking say” Julian said making it sound like a threat, Ricky felt his cock harden between his legs. He did as he was told and got out of the car Julian got out and lustfully kissed him again under the shade of the trees as he did he quickly yanked his track pants down exposing his bulbous engorged cock, Ricky forgot to wear underwear that day, whoops. Julian gazed down at it sneering and he leaned his lips touching his ear as Ricky helplessly blushed holding his hands in front of his cock and balls.

“Bend over on the fucking car Ricky” Julian ordered darkly. Ricky looked around to see if there was anyone luckily there wasn't it was just them and the cars passing by behind the shrubs and trees.

He bent over on the glossy black hood of the car Julian loved so much almost as much as he loved cocaine, booze and Ricky and with a hand atop each cheek spread them apart staring at his tight pink arsehole as he laid sideways with both arms flat on the car. Julian dipped both fingers into his mouth getting them nice and moist then pulled them out with a tiny string of spit falling down his beard, he began to wiggle two fingers into his hole feeling it seize up as he sharply poked them in, Ricky hissed loudly through his teeth.

“Fuckin relax Rick,” Julian purred as he swirled them around and opened him up to prepare him for the delight of what was to come. He opened his fingers up widening him little by little as Ricky breathed raggedly, tremoring and tensing but he slowly managed to relax his body feeling himself get used to it Julian looked down smiling sadistically.

“Yeah that's it, you like me fingering your ass like this don't ya Ricky? You fucking dirty little slut” Ricky moaned at the taunting degrading words as Julian removed his fingers unbuckling his belt and the zipper on his dark jeans he freed his hardened dick spitting in his hand and moistening it and then with two thumbs hooked under each cheek began to slowly push himself into Ricky's butt. Ricky hissed and let out a quivering moan Julian felt his body trembling even more and as he plunged himself in further it felt delicious as his arse swallowed his cock he let out a satisfied grunt and savagely dug his fingers into the cheeks, it felt better than any pussy Julian had ever had for sure he licked his lips looking down at Ricky like he was weak defenceless prey and Julian was a dangerous predator.

“Mmm you're so fucking tight Ricky” Ricky's cock twitched and he moaned, Julian marvelled at the splendid view of his hardened flesh sinking into Ricky's flabby white cheeks and this encouraged him to rut his hips harder, moving himself back and forth as Ricky cried out at how gorgeously deep and far up inside him Julian was, his cock was so thick and everytime he moved he could feel him exquisitely brushing up against his prostate making him go cross eyed and let out carnal languid moans he didn't think were possible to make. His stiff cock was smushed against the side of the car and hanging down between his legs that were in a triangular shape with his track pants around his ankles, his belly was uncomfortably rubbing against the scorching hot metal but he didn't care because Julian was slamming into him with full force so much force his belt was jingling and the gold chain necklace he had on was bouncing up and down with each thrust. Julian grunted heavily watching as he shook and writhed on the car his hand curling up into a fist because he had nothing else to grip onto, poor Ricky. Julian didn't give a fuck if someone saw them at this point if anything the idea of it turned him on even more, it would be one more impulsive hedonistic thing he'd done in his life that he could be proud of and Ricky felt so tight and snug around his length there was no way he was going to stop until he milked him completely. Ricky moaned even louder and Julian went faster his dick drilling in and out of him, Julian grabbed Ricky's shirt scrunching it up in his hand and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“You fucking like this Ricky? Huh? You like me pounding your tight ass nice and hard like this?” He whispered through gritted teeth hunched over him nearly tearing the thin black and white material in his fist.

“Y-yes” Ricky helplessly mumbled his voice muffled against the shiny blackness his eyes struggling to stay open. He wasn't going to last much longer, his breathing was eratic sweat cascading down from his nose leaving drips on the hood his eyes scrunched up and he sobbed as Julian would not relent with how much he was jack hammering him, every thud felt like pure heaven in his back side it was so good despite how uncomfortable his position was and how much the sun was beating down on him making him sweat more and more he couldn't get enough. Ricky and Julian had wanted each other for years and all it took was one bad day and no coke for them to finally succumb to their feelings for each other.

“Ohhh Julian” Ricky whimpered weakly into his arm and Julian laughed wickedly as he slapped his arse earning another muffled moan from him. Ricky's cock throbbed more and more and he felt the sweet promise of relief shooting through his groin as his body spasmed his eyes rolled back into his sockets and he yelled out as his cock exploded in thick white streaks of come all over the car wheel. Julian's hips stuttered as he panted and slowed down gradually feeling the same sweet promise of relief and release coursing through him as he ejaculated in Ricky’s arse his fingers dug so deep into the plump skin they were definitely going to bruise he tilted his head back and bellowed out as he filled him up. He shuddered and staggered nearly collapsing on top of Ricky who was completely obliterated, he pulled himself out put his cock back in his trousers and was hunched over on the hood catching his breath trying to get his strength back.

Ricky’s phone began ringing and he looked over at him.

“You gonna answer that?” Julian asked out of breath and impatiently, he sluggishly got up off the hood feeling dizzy and fucked out as he pulled his trousers up his arse felt gluey with Julian's sperm he could feel it seeping out of him into his track pants. He answered the phone and it was Julian's dealer. At last.

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