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Benjamin "Barrel" Rickshaw, 26, middle child. [FC: Jack Falahee]

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thebabybubbles;

“Oh no, do you need some ice?” she asked, holding the man’s wrist and examining the “wound”. “Let me get you a first-aid kit,” Bubbles said anxiously. Her naivety was pretty obvious, but she didn’t even notice. The only thing going through her mind was providing, in this case medical, help which is what she was used to doing with her sisters.

He lifted his eyebrows up, surprised that she had bought his act, and smiled a bit. “You don’t have to... I think I’ll be fine with just a bit of ice.” He said, looking at he fingers around his wrist, before focusing his attention back on her. “I’ve gone through worse...”

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snowhayan;

“ oh, really? “ snow asked, genuinely curious. “ what happened? to your wrist, of course. maybe, it’d be best if you stayed off lifting weights and maybe worked on your legs instead, so you don’t hurt your wrist any more. “

He shrugged. “I might have strained it...” He watched the weights, and pushed them with the tip of his shoe. “Use my legs... Well, that’s an idea...”

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olivertwists;

“Do I honestly look like I’m in a position to judge?” Oliver sighed, gesturing to his entire body. “You look like you could probably lift five of me. Don’t sweat it, man. Besides, if you can’t lift it, it’s not a big deal. Everyone else here is struggling too, otherwise we wouldn’t be working out in the first place.”

He tipped his head to the side and smiled. There was a compliment somewhere in there, and he liked that. “I do? Well, that’s nice of you to say...” He hummed pensively, and moved closer, poking the other’s bicep. “But that’s why you’re here, right? To get stronger?”

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Barrel groaned with effort, as he tried to lift the weights, at the gym. When he noticed someone glancing at him, he straightened his body, and smiled. “I can totally lift that... I just strained my wrist.” He lied, as he rubbed his left wrist.

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You Had One Rule | Barrel & Bill

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bcxpher;

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Careful what you wish for. Those would be the words carved in Benjamin “Barrel” Rickshaw’s tombstone. If he even had one, after Bill was done with him. He had a feeling Bill was a master at making dead bodies disappear. There it was, the feeling on the pit of his stomach, the adrenaline that came with knowing his life might be at risk. Not fear. Exhilaration. He let out a low growl through his teeth, but otherwise, he was silent, as Bill vaulted over the couch.

He lifted a condescending eyebrow at him. “When did I ever run away from you?” He watched the blade, with the same unimpressed expression, and shook his head. Or your knives, for that matter..., he thought to himself. He looked back up at Bill, and watched him for a moment. “Was Marshall too boring, or is there a reason for you to put a knife against my neck, this time?”

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You Had One Rule | Barrel & Bill

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bcxpher;

Sure, he’d put this off a little, spending as much time as he possibly could with Dipper under the guise of ‘taking care of him’, but the time had come.

Barrel was going to pay.

He’d let himself into Barrel’s apartment, never mind how he knew where the other lived, and had merely watched, for a while.

Barrel was boring. Or perhaps Bill was merely biased.

As Barrel sat down, Bill saw his chance.

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He nearly chocked on a popcorn, quickly spitting it out, when his head was yanked out. Part of him wasn’t really surprised that someone was in his apartment. He looked up at Bill, and his face was the usual mask of boredom when he heard him speak. There was a smile creeping up on his lips until. Benjamin. He hated the sound of his name - especially coming from Bill. He had stripped himself of his name as much as he could, especially since Boogie. Barrel. His name was Barrel, and Bill had no right.

Anger. That was what his face morphed into at the sound of that name. Fiery, murderous anger. He didn’t think. He ignored the blade to his neck, and just brought his hand up, aiming a punch at Bill’s face. “You have no right calling me that!” He hissed, control almost completely gone, his accent becoming thicker.

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Barrel poked at the small swell on the top of his forehead. Dipper had quite the kick, he thought to himself, as he examined the injury in the mirror. He had gone through worse, of course. There was that time when he nearly got an arm ripped off... He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. It was messy, but he didn’t bother styling it. He was done for the day, ready to lock the doors, and prop his feet up, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a grey tank top to match. A coincidence, more than a fashion statement, if he were to be honest. He was planning on a movie night, and having popcorn for dinner. He busied himself in the kitchen, fiddling with the microwave for a bit, before he set up the movie in the living room. The apartment wasn’t big, so it was easy to get around. 

He was on his way to the living room, when he felt that heaviness around him. Like he was being watched, a feeling he was more than accustomed to, since living in Halloweentown. He stopped on his tracks, blinking, and listening. But was quick to shrug that feeling away as paranoia, before he set the popcorn down on the coffee table, ready to sit down and start his private movie session.

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miguxlsantos;

“That’s because people cut them, though. I dunno… I like real flowers a lot, but I think I like them in the ground, more.” He hummed in thought. “Nobody’s ever gotten me a bouquet or anything, though, so maybe that would change my mind?” It wasn’t a suggestion, Miguel was only thinking out loud, brow slightly furrowed.

“I can think of a few things I like in the ground more... Even more than flowers.” He stated, and then smiled. “No one’s ever gotten me a bouquet before, no. I’m not much of a flower guy, anyway. I prefer creepy stuff.In case you’re wondering what to give me for Valentine’s...”

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piinetrcc;

The foot hit him square in the face, making him dizzy. He hadn’t expected Dipper to be able to kick that hard. His grip slipped, and he had to take a moment to collect himself. By the time he was ready to jump out of the pool, Dipper was out of range. He stared at the pile of clothes by the pool and sighed. There was o way he was going to chase after him naked like this. The best thing he could do now was get his things, and pretend he had never been here. He took his clothes, and hummed, as he watched the things Dipper had left behind. He decided to not take them, so there was really nothing connecting him to the pool, and he headed out, trying his best to walk as if nothing had just happened. There was a small smile forming on his lips, however, as he realized just how pissed Bill would be. That was going to definitely make Barrel the center of Bill’s attention...

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miguxlsantos;

“Miguel. It’s a pleasure, Barril.” He couldn’t help but say the other’s name with an odd sort of inflection, his accent peeking out. “I got them at the craft store. They have this big aisle of fake flowers. I wanted to use real ones, but the stems don’t like to work with braids.”

He snorted at the way Miguel said his name, but made no effort to correct him. “Real flowers die too quickly, too.” He said, with a small nod.

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miguxlsantos;

“I mean, nobody’s in a good mood all the time, but my friend once said he was pretty sure if he cut me open I’d bleed sunshine?” Miguel made a bit of a face at the thought. “What friend is this?”

He blinked a couple of times. “I think that’s eerily accurate...” Barrel tipped his head to the side, and shook his head. “no friend, it was just a figure of speech... I’m Barrel.” He said, as he reached out and took one of the flowers from Miguel’s hair, watching it on the palm of his hand as it was some sort of bug he had never seen before. “Where did you even get these?”

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miguxlsantos;

“Roses might be cute for a flower crown… But they’d be too heavy to braid in like this.” Was he speaking English, anymore? He wasn’t really focusing. Maybe he was thinking too hard about flowers. He didn’t want to admit he didn’t know what horrendously meant, so he simply smiled. “Thank you, though!”

He quirked an eyebrow at the other’s bubbly disposition. “Are you always in such a good mood?” He asked, with a hint of a smile. “I’m asking for a friend...”

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piinetrcc;

Barrel lifted his eyebrows in surprise when Dipper managed to push him away. He watched him as he struggled to climb out of the pool. He had to admire Dipper resilience. Even after having his head slammed against the tiles, he was still ready to flee. Barrel swam forward, reaching out to grab one of Dipper’s ankles, half of his body out of the water, as he growled, almost like an animal hunting its prey. “Come here, Dipper! Leaving so early?!”

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Barrel groaned in pleasure when he felt Cat’s hands dragging up his back. He wondered if this was Cat’s first time. It didn't seem like it was, but Barrel was not about to ruin the mood with that question. Especially when Cat was challenging him so openly. His eyes were burning with lust, and he smirked. “My worst? You ask, I’ll deliver.” He said, as he moved lower, trailing a path of kisses down Cat’s chest and stomach. Soon, his lips were wrapping around Cat, tongue licking at the sensitive flesh, holding him with one hand, while the other squeezed the man’s thigh. His darkened eyes were still focused on Cat’s expression, as he moved his head up and down.

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piinetrcc;

“…Oh. You’ve met Bill, then…” Dipper started backing up slowly, so much for a no anxiety day. “He’s uh…great a making friends I see.”

“Yes, I’ve met him...” He hummed pensively, as he got so close to Dipper, the other had no choice but to push his back against the edge of the pool. “Great at making friends.... not exactly how I’d describe him. You two go way back, right...?” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and sighed. “He seems to be... very interested in you...” He smiled, before he lurched froward, and gripped the hair on the back of Dipper’s head, tugging hard, before he slammed the man’s head against the side of the pool. Red crawled into the water, just as he punched Dipper on the ribs. “Too interested, if you ask me.” Barrel growled out. Take him out. Get rid of him. One less person to distract Bill. He’s going to have no choice but to pay attention to you...

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piinetrcc;

Dipper shrugged again, his shoulders felt weird after shrugging this much. Social defense mechanism, his brain supplied. “Don’t like being held down I guess, not a big fan of being completely enveloped. Too claustrophobic.” He kept an eye on Barrel but it didn’t seem like the man was going to do anything besides just swim closer so he let it go.

He tipped his head to the side, still swimming closer to him. “Ah, so you don’t like being held down? I wonder what Bill sees in you, then... Last I recall he loves to pin people to walls.” He spoke in a low tone, as if he was whispering a secret to Dipper.

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Barrel thought abotu Cat’s question for a moment. “well, you can always stop at any time...” He said, as he moved his hand lower and lower, until he cupped Cat’s crotch, and started to massage his member, nipping on the blond’s collar bone. “But aren’t you enjoying yourself? And since you are so reluctant to sleep, maybe I could help you... find other ways to relax. I’m a great friend like that.” He said, with a smug tone, as he kissed down Cat’s chest, and captured one of his nipples with his lips, sucking and licking at ti for a moment, before pulling away, and returning his attention to the man’s lips.