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hartigays · 3 years

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Rafebarry Prompt for you! So what about some of Barry’s pals being over at the trailer and they’re all just like “Damn Bro” at seeing Rafe (who’s just living his best chaotic life, being Barry’s housewife/partner in crime) and Barry’s just all smug about it like “Yeah. I’m hittin’ that. Be jealous.”

tw: mature themes (drug use, sexual implications) and some homophobic language (just a comment from some loser tho)

rafe’s bike tears through swampy grass and dirt with a vengeance as he pulls into barry’s front yard, leaving tire marks in his wake.

when he pulls off his helmet, the first thing he sees are people spilling in and out of the trailer. people rafe doesn’t recognize - some of them attractive, even.

which is… infuriating, to put it lightly.

barry clearly hadn’t felt the need to keep rafe in the loop, inviting him over without informing him that half of the cut would be in attendance as well.

like, seriously, what the fuck? rafe had thought - well. he’d intended to come here to pick up some blow, and maybe, possibly, perhaps let barry have his way with him while he’s at it.

barry can’t have his way with him if half the population of north carolina is stacked up inside the trailer. and that’s just. frustrating.

rafe kind of wants to drive his bike straight through the trailer, mowing some partygoers down and end this whole shebang right here and now. but, as barry has made explicitly clear time and time again, rafe is Not Allowed to harm and/or kill people on his property.

it’s sometimes irritating, this whole thing they’ve started. this casual fling that’s maybe not-so-casual anymore considering rafe agreed to be exclusive with barry not even two days ago.

there are just. so many rules, like no maiming, or killing, or… actually, that’s about it. but that’s two rules too many. rafe doesn’t like rules, or being told what he can or can’t do.

barry is just lucky rafe likes him. kind of. sort of. somewhat.

otherwise, barry would be drifting along the bottom of the ocean somewhere, flesh being nibbled away at by fish and sharks and the like.

rafe flings his helmet towards his bike, not bothering to see if it landed anywhere convenient, before storming across the yard and shoving himself through a cluster of people to get inside the trailer.

barry is sitting on the couch, all sorts of people surrounding him, looking like he’s already fucked up beyond belief.

which is also annoying, because he was supposed to get fucked up beyond belief with rafe, then mandhandle rafe into bed to have his wicked way with him. like always.

“ayy, country club!” barry practically shouts over the noice, his accent even thicker and more drawn out than usual. “you made it!”

“yeah, barry, i made it,” rafe snaps, then sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

look, he’s not against parties or anything. actually, he’s quite in favor of them. he just… did not plan for his day to go like this.

rafe wanted barry’s full attention, which is now virtually impossible given the amount of bodies that are currently filling the room.

barry just looks at rafe with glazed eyes, leaning back casually against the couch cushions. “aw, don’t you go pouting on me ‘n shit, rafe cameron. ain’t you always down for a party or some shit like that?”

“a little heads up would’ve been nice,” rafe tells him, his temper rearing it’s ugly head again and bleeding into his voice. “look, can i just get my shit so i can get out of here?”

rafe moves around the coffee table, elbowing a few drunk idiots out of his way as he does. barry eyes him as he comes closer, before suddenly swinging one arm out and wrapping it around rafe’s waist. he ropes rafe in close enough that rafe stumbles a bit over barry’s feet, sprawling right into his lap.

“see, ain’t that more like it, country club?” barry purrs, his lips pressed against rafe’s ear.

rafe feels a shiver rocket down his spine, but also a flare of anxiety.

barry is certainly fucked up beyond comprehension, and they haven’t exactly talked about making their relationship public. rafe has no idea if this is something barry will regret in the morning and end up cutting rafe off.

but to be fair, if barry did wake up and decide to tell rafe to fuck off, rafe would probably just kill him. he might just kill him anyway, just because he feels like it.

and since barry’s inevitable death is hurtling towards them at breakneck speed, rafe might as well enjoy barry’s final moments while he can.

so he lets barry kiss him, full on the mouth, on display for the hundred or so other people milling about the room.

rafe, regrettably, makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat when he feels barry’s tongue dip into his mouth, sweeping across his own.

regrettably, because some fucking weird ass next to barry leans in close to watch. rafe can see the movement out of the corner of his eye.

but barry isn’t deterred. he might be a little encouraged, even, because he deepens the kiss even more, pressing in so close that rafe feels like they could crawl inside of each other and form one cohesive nightmare of a person.

“ain’t peg you for a fag, barry,” the guy comments, his words slurring. he burps after he speaks, and barry detaches his lips from rafe to look over at the source of the noise.

“the fuck you just say to me?” barry snaps, digging his fingers into rafe’s hips to keep him in place when rafe moves to get up, ready to just slit this guy’s throat and be done with it. “ain’t you in my damn house, fuckass? who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to?”

“hey, man, didn’t mean no offense,” the guy says, raising his hands in mock surrender before burping again. “jus’ askin’.”

“getcho’ dumbass out my house, bro,” barry tells him, removing one hand from rafe’s hips for only a moment, just to shove the guy out of his seat.

the still nameless man just shrugs, gulping down the remnants of his beer before getting up and disappearing into the crowd.

“i think you guys are cute,” a girl giggles from where she’s seated, across from the couch rafe and barry are currently planted on.

barry looks up at rafe, and it’s almost fond and god, that’s disgusting. rafe wants to soak himself in it, let it marinate until it’s deeply ingrained in every fiber of his being.

“sho’ are,” barry agrees with her, still looking up at rafe. he’s got one hand beneath rafe’s shirt now, nails raking over his back.

rafe shudders, wishing he could dissolve every person in this room right this very moment so he can curl up inside barry and make a home there.

“gotta say, ‘m a little jealous, man,” some other guy pipes up from barry’s other side.

rafe looks over at him, one brow arched, finding the guy staring right back as he hits some sort of pipe.

probably filled with meth, based on the state of the guy’s teeth.

classy.

“guess you just gon’ have to be jealous, then,” barry tosses back, not bothering to spare the guy a glance before returning his mouth to rafe’s.

the party comes and goes, faster than rafe anticipated, but that maybe can be attributed to the fact that barry keeps rafe glued to him at all times, practically devouring him every chance he can get, and showing him off to every person who happens to look their way.

rafe will admit, it’s a little satisfying, knowing how proud barry is to have staked his claim. he’s surprised that he’s so okay with barry being so possessive of him, too.

rafe cameron normally does not like the idea of being owned by anyone or anything. at least, he hadn’t up until now.

at this point, he’s pretty sure he’d let barry put a dog collar on him that reads property of barry the coke dealer, without complaint.

now, lounging in barry’s bed, sweat-soaked and panting, rafe sparks a blunt. he takes a long hit and passes it to barry.

“you did this on purpose,” rafe says, knowingly.

barry just grins up at the ceiling like a shark, shrugging as he hits the blunt.

“you’re pretty, rafe cameron. and you’re mine,” barry tells him, passing the weed back. “what’s it hurt to show off a little? you ain’t die or nothing.”

“never said it was a bad thing,” rafe snorts. “just maybe give me a little warning next time you plan to parade me around as your trophy wife.”

“like you ain’t get off on all them people talking ‘bout how jealous they are that i get to have you.”

barry has a point, rafe will admit. not out loud, mind you, but still. in the quiet of his mind, where no one else can hear, he agrees with barry wholeheartedly.

“can you blame them? i mean, look at me,” rafe says with a snooty little sniff, running a hand along his jaw. “you landed yourself a masterpiece. people are gonna notice.”

“you so damn full of yourself, country club,” barry snorts. “imma have to knock that ego down a peg. i been too nice to you.”

“says the guy whose ego grew ten times larger just by being a show-off about his boyfriend.”

barry rolls over onto his side, watching rafe hit the blunt with heavily-lidded eyes. “boyfriend, huh? ain’t we a bit old for that?”

“you literally called me your boyfriend like, fifty times today. do not even- ”

barry shuts him up mid-sentence by taking the blunt from rafe’s hand and putting it out on the ashtray next to the bed, tangling his fingers in rafe’s hair, and pulling him in for a kiss that’s all tongues and teeth.

rafe wanted to finish his sentence, had planned on finishing it, but barry doesn’t give him the chance. not with the way he’s kissing him right now.

within a matter of moments, rafe forgets what he was planning to say in the first place. but whatever, he’s fucking tired, barry feels good and smells good and tastes good. so what if he’s a trophy wife, so what if he may or may not get off on people being jealous that barry gets to date him. to own him.

it’s all arbitrary.

instead of figuring out what he was going to say, rafe breaks away from barry’s lips, fastening his mouth to barry’s neck and biting down.

his teeth sink in deep, and he hopes with everything he has left in him that it leaves a scar.

#rafebarry #outer banks #hope u enjoy!#my fics #ask #goodnightandbillyrobicheaux

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bcemina · 6 years

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hello pals!! i’m acacia (satan), i’m twenty years old, i use she/her pronouns and i hail from the pst timezone! i’m hella excited to be in a lil ol group again because i haven’t been in one since like... idk?? but enough about me — let’s get to the good stuff aka bae mina. anyways, if you like this, i’ll take it as an invitation to IM you for plots, so be careful!! ♡

is that kim chungha ?? no, that’s just bae mina, a 21 year old dj/sephora mua. the cisfemale has been described as witty but is also known as cynical. she resides in 613 !!

BACKGROUND + TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse

to kick things off, mina’s father passed away before she was born. leading her mother to dating an array of men to cope with the sadness. often times neglecting her daughter, with the exception of the times she brought in successful report cards.

when she was thirteen, her mother married a man who physically abused mina any chance he had. especially when mrs. bae started cheating on him. so mina recoiled around music for a few years.

being an only child, she had to keep herself entertained. she started off with the piano, but got too impatient. eventually steering towards percussion instruments. then ultimately discovering the art of DJing!! her goal is to become a producer one day.

she also had to teach herself a lot of basic life skills. since her mother wasn’t around too much. luckily, she had the internet at her fingertips and stubbled upon makeup tutorials on youtube.

eventually she became a freelance makeup artist to make some $$$ on the side. saving up for the day she turned eighteen...

and once she had turned eighteen, mina packed her things and moved very very very far away. her mother tries to contact her every now and then but most of the time she just ignores her calls.

now, she works at sephora as a makeup artist (lives off the employee discount) and also lands dj gigs frequently. mina is pretty content with her life at the moment.

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY: mina’s personalty is quite something. she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s witty and intelligent. she’s very particular when it comes to most things. she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “if you want things right you gotta do it yourself.” she doesn’t like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. she’s very dedicated to her work, thus making her very goal oriented. she’s very creative when it comes to her music. she really enjoys any and all kind of art. overall, she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying ?? self destructive ?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. basically she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide it.

RELATIONSHIPS

FRIENDS

best friend(s) — bestest best friend. that one person whom mina can trust with her life. they could tell mina absolutely everything! although, she might not do the same. but, she’d never let go of this person. they’re her ride or die. | m, f, or nb

winghoe — someone who’s constantly trying to hook mina up with people. always prying in her love life. probably made her a tinder. they just want this chick to find love dammit. | m, f, or nb

brotherly figure — completely platonic relationship. just someone who will consult and take care of this chick. sees her as a lil smol bean. even though she’s a viscous chihuahua. but lbr she’s a mess. take care of her. | m or nb

motherly figure — someone who she looks up to. probably aspires to be like them. someone who she sees a role model. even if they aren’t the greatest influence… or maybe they are ! | f or nb

partner in crime — they may not be the most reliable person like her best friend(s). but definitely someone she can get turnt tf up with. to make a long story short: this is her party buddy !! | TAKEN BY JAYDEN LEE

first boyfriend — the first person she’s ever dated ! at this point they’ve both agreed to forget about that awkward month in their lives and just remained friends | m or nb

one sided crush — someone mina openly admits to having a crush on. she’s probably always saying, “so, ___ when are you going to finally admit you like me back ?” cue huge eye roll from everyone in the room. anyone who touches them dies. note: most likely just an on going joke | m, f, or nb

confidant — their friendship sparked through their similar problems. they’re the only person she feels confident in telling anything and everything too. (even things she won’t tell her bff.) she knows they feels the same. they’re someone she genuinely trusts and values. | m, f, or nb

FOES + NOTE: i honestly can’t think of a lot for this because….. they’re all friends ?

frienemies — these two are just always trying to one up each other. whether it be with friends, family, or just life in general. they’re always in a (not so) secret competition. | m, f, or nb

ex boyfriend | hate/love — these two are constantly arguing. hella drama all. the. time. maybe they’re too much alike or just not a like at all. or…. maybe….. still in love ?? | m or nb

LOVERS

friends with benefits — a no strings attached sorta thing. always hooking up. that late night booty call. and of course, they’re keeping it away from the group because… imagine that fucking mess. | m or nb

“best friend” — honestly, mina’s first love. (although, she’d never admit to that.) she honestly thinks they’re the one. these two are just way too close. everyone’s wondering when they’ll date. but nah nah. they’re best friends. it can never be… right ? | m or nb

CONGRATULATIONS ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this at 4am. HENNYWAYS… i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my dms and we can get things started!! luv u *blows a kiss*

#♡ ◜˚ —「 you can't spell emo without me » ooc. 」

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ghozt1ng-blog · 7 years

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Mysteries of the Q Files

Chapter 13: The Cool Kids

Dressed like Hunters and ready for action, Trick and Naomi made their way to Billy’s house overlooking the town. Billy’s popularity for last year and this year had landed him the second place slot in the lineup of Halloween parties. It boggled Trick’s mind that in this modern era, there would still be people who made such a big deal of Halloween and that these high school students had even put together this system at all. But looking at the home Trick had a better idea of what put this all together: money.

With much haggling and negotiation, Trick had gotten his mother to rent them a moped in order to get around without being compromised. They dismounted now and stood for a moment to stare up at the house. In the night, with lights and loud music, the building looked daunting. Trick could feel almost a selfish sort of excitement well up. Instead of the stupid pass times and backwards social finagling, he and Naomi would be solving the wackiest mystery he’d ever come across. He was ready to analyze, hypothesize, and get to the bottom of all this monster business.

It was clear Billy’s parents were loaded, from the size of the house and the party. They also didn’t care what their son did apparently, from the reckless abandon of the party. Naomi had told Trick that the police would probably not get involved, because the town wanted to protect their sports assets. And kids will be kids of course. Popularity got one far in this place. The extent to which the game influenced everyone here astounded Trick.

How can such a place even exist, he thought for the thousandth time.

Trick led Naomi through the front door and into the spacious entry way and guest room. There was a projector up throwing swirling colors and a beat line as hip hop music thudded over everyone’s conversations. The smell of beer and weed wafted through the air and assailed their noses. Naomi made a face and shut her eyes as though she could barely deal with the whole situation. Trick could hardly blame her. He had been to these kind of parties before, obviously, but they were always too loud and plain stupid. Really, you came here for the free food, to chat it up, and to get the lowdown on the gossip that would be fresh on everyone’s lips come Monday. There was the thrill of not getting caught, but that particular high had worn off for Trick long ago.

They kept close as Trick looked around for Rachel. He had texted her that he was going to be present and that they should meet up to discuss some things about what was going on. Texting was all well and good, but speaking face to face said so much about the informant and the information they were giving you. It was also a lot faster and easier to fact check based off of body language and word choice. Trick was an expert at the game after all.

“Trick, you’re right. These people here are really unbelievable. Who actually finds a party like this fun?”

He swiveled to give Naomi a surprised look. “What? Have you not been to something like this before?”

Naomi shook her head. “My idea of a fun party is some pizza and spaghetti with a few friends and a movie. If we’re feeling particularly wild, we’ll guzzle Mountain Dew and play Halo online.”

Trick chuckled, “Nerd.”

“And you are obsessed with this kind of stuff,” she shot back, almost stepping on his foot.

Trick jumped out of the way and then said, “Alright, we’ll get the information we need and then get out of here. We still have to make it to Camille’s Diner before it gets too late, right? So let’s get going and not bicker and argue about who’s weirder than who.”

“Agreed, because we already know who that is,” Naomi said, giving him a pointed look.

Trick just laughed and moved on. Rachel was waiting outside in the back by a table with lots of beer bottles on it. Most of them empty or half drunk. She herself looked as though she had had a few drinks, and not just because of the bottle in her hand. The gossiper would probably be the object of gossip before the night was out. Trick took a turn to shake his head at the situation.

“So I finally get to meet the eye in the sky, Rachel,” He said suavely. “I’m Trick, your recent pen pal.”

At first the tall, dark girl looked a little confused but then she brightened, showing very white teeth. She then laughed, showing a tongue piercing. And that’s still a thing, too? She looked down at him and continued to laugh.

“What are you supposed to be?”

“A hunter,” Trick shrugged.

“But where’s your gun,” Rachel giggled.

“From Supernatural. That kind of a hunter, and we keep them in our cars,” Trick managed to smile back. Crap! She’s totally different in person. This might make things a little too interesting.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet in the flesh. Especially since you are easy on the eyes.”

Naomi rolled her eyes before giving Trick an exasperated glare.

“Thank you Rachel. But where’s your costume?”

“I’m drunk,” she said, spreading out her arms. “It’s one of the easiest costumes I know!”

“Not very creative,” Naomi grumbled.

“And who is this Trick?”

“Naomi, my partner in crime and monster slaying,” Trick answered. It suddenly struck him just how appropriate all of this was.

“We’ll see about that,” Rachel muttered.

This place is in desperate need of new blood! Instead Trick said, “Rachel, you told me that you had stuff to say about Carlos, right?”

“Yes, and I think that you and I should move over there. Uh, Naomi, help yourself to some drinks,” Rachel said pointing to the table.

“Not just yet,” Trick said as Naomi suddenly looked ready to blow a fuse. “I also have questions about a girl named Tara, and her relationship with Jason. And how might she be connected with Billy.”

“Then let’s go and talk,” Rachel invited.

Trick leaned into Naomi and whispered, “I’m sorry that this party isn’t your thing, and to be honest, I want to get out of here, too. Let’s divide and conquer. Rachel will spill whatever beans she knows and you can find Billy. You just have to look and see if there are a bunch of girls hanging on him or not. Then find me out here. We’ll compare what we know and then ditch. Deal?”

Naomi considered him for a moment and then nodded before stalking back into the house. Rachel took Trick by the hand and led him past a covered pool to a set of reclining lawn chairs. She pushed him down onto one and plopped herself right on top. Before he could say anything she planted a kiss complete with tongue. He nearly choked on the taste and the smell of weed on her. When she finally pulled back she put a finger to his lips.

“We are going to play a game of information exchange,” she teased him. “We’ll both share a piece of information a piece and after each bit of juicy gossip, we have ourselves a kiss. Aaand… We’ll see where we go from there.”

“Oh boy, is this really happening,” Trick muttered under his breath.

“Better believe it handsome.”

“This town is insane,” he said stubbornly.

Honestly, Trick hated every moment of it, as Rachel rubbed herself all over him and planted the worst kisses ever. And he hated having to divulge things he knew were not his to share. He told Rachel that the FBI had a suspect in place and were going after him. He also spoke about the fear the unpopular kids were feeling at the moment; she seemed very pleased with that bit and he had to stop her from ripping off his shirt afterwards. He also told her about how he and Naomi had come to the town; it would be the stuff of legend, which he liked. He only hoped that this scene would be omitted from the telling. In return he learned that Tara was the big cheese gal in the school and throughout the town, an athletic beauty with a powerful family and illustrious history. She had held people’s gaze since Kindergarten. Rumor had it that she had been on shaky ground with Jason, and that their relationship was about to split apart. Carlos had been one of the guys creepily hanging around ever since the rumors began, because he was determined to date Tara. She would not share anything about what had happened to the unpopular kids.

Trick, though, began to get the idea. Things were shifting in the higher ranks of the popular kids. Old power couples were coming undone and new ones were about to form. But how could monsters play into that? The fact that everyone was tight lipped on what had happened to the unpopular kids sent off a bazillion warning flares.

Then screams of laughter erupted from the house. Trick bolted up, throwing Rachel off of him as she was working on his belt. Where’s Naomi!?

Naomi hated being stuck in a cramped house full of morons. And she hated how Trick was willing to walk off with such a drunk floozie. He could be so infuriating! Seriously though, what should she expect after running off with some guy she didn’t know to solve a case slated for the wierdest team in the FBI to solve? The whole situation was dumb and frustrating. It was made even more so by the fact that she spent a few minutes wandering aimlessly. She took out her mounting fury on the idiots around her ruining their lives with booze.

Grabbing a pirate around the collar she grilled him. “Where’s Billy? I really need to talk to him!”

“What the- Get off me you b-”

Naomi gave him a hard slap and said, “Resorting to foul language right off the bat is indicative of a poor mind and weak constitution. You won’t make it past two bottles.”

“What are you talking about,” the other pirates said as they crowded around.

Naomi picked up the guy’s bottle and explained, “This bottle is covered in greasy fingerprints and has no more condensation, while the rest of yours obviously appear fresh. Also, he’s not even halfway through his bottle. This pirate doesn’t have his sealegs yet.”

There was an awkward pause as the music continued to thud on. The pirate whose lapels she still held suddenly blushed and the others laughed.

“Yeah, he’s a total lightweight,” one laughed.

“Dude, this girl owned you! You’re alright, hunter!”

Another slapped her hard on the back and laughed. Naomi ignored them all and asked again, “Where’s Billy?”

The one who called her hunter spoke up, “He’s on the second floor last I saw.”

Naomi threw her victim aside and then proceeded up the stairs. The boys gibbered behind her back. “Dude, she totally owned you!” “She’s so awesome!” “Why didn’t you ask her for a drink?”

As she got to the top of the stairs, she found a group of lettered jacket wearing buffoons. They all stood around as though they were guarding something. She tried shoving past, but they blocked her and gave her a knowing look. She ignored them and they finally moved her back to the stairs without a word. The indignity of it all!

Finally she said hotly, “I really need to talk with Billy.”

“Billy’s a little busy at the moment,” one of them grunted.

“Which girl is he besotting himself with,” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He was completely taken away when another laughed, “You’ll see soon enough. Keep an eye on the screen.”

Naomi turned and stalked back, wanting to get away from the rude jocks. She wondered what they meant. Would they pull a prank on one of their own? They seemed depraved and dumb enough for it. She did not have long to wait long. Soon a pre-recorded video came on over the projector. A boy and a girl were featured in it and addressed someone called Jason. People started hooting and laughing all over the place. Naomi watched in silent horror as a guy was dragged into the middle of the room.

“Jason, at this very moment, I’m, uh… shagging, Billy. We’ve been at it for a month now. He’s way better than you.” The girl in the video stated with a smug grin.

Catcalling came from all sides. Naomi began to sweat.

“I know this is going to make you go all hot headed like you normally do,” the girl continued to say.

“So you should take a dip and cool off,” the boy, probably Billy, said. “Boys, you know what to do!”

Jason was hauled overhead and carried, kicking and screaming, outside as others uncovered a pool. They then threw him in and pelted him with bottles. It was barbaric! A hand suddenly took hers and hauled her outside through the front door. She saw Trick and he looked furious. They didn’t say anything until they got outside.

“So, Tara and Billy just destroyed a bunch of people to get together. Starting with Samantha and leading to Carlos! It has to be them! But where did they get the monsters!? The others will know!”

“Trick! What’s going on!”

“Quick! We need to get to Camille’s Diner! Once I have the final bit of proof, I’m calling my mom.”

They ran down the lawn, sliding onto the rented moped before speeding off into the night.

#mysteries of the q files #q files #My writing

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