So Iām on the boat now that Rafe and Sarah are going to end up kind of co parenting Wheezie, (at least I hope so cause she needs them both), and that will definitely entail taking her to do all kinds of fun Fall stuff around September and October because Wheezie is most definitely a āHalloween all month and even beforeā kind of girl.
Like, whether sheās with Sarah and the Pogues or staying with Rafe and Barry, sheās doing Halloween stuff on the regular, and nobody can deny her that.
She makes the plans to decorate the surf shop and the Pogues are all for letting her take the lead on that. Theyāre mostly Halloween fans too. The boys like to get into prank wars with her, and they all enjoy taking her through the Halloween stores even if they donāt buy anything and itās just a spooky field trip.
Meanwhile, at Rafe and Barryās place, she gets to go to haunted houses and corn mazes and shit because if Barry is doing this Halloween thing, heās doing something actually half way exciting in his book.
Rafe worries over said ventures being too much for Wheezie, keeps asking her if she really wants to go inside, that she doesnāt have to, etc.
Wheezie is absolutely going inside though.
She and Barry and Rafe will watch horror movies together and Barry proves to be a fun target to try and get with jump scare pranks because heās so stoic and never moves an inch when faced with a bloody clown mask or something of the like. It becomes Wheezieās mission to scare him at least once, but he swears heās unscareable
Rafe is not, however, unscareable so thatās fun.
He and Sarah end up having to take her to some Kook masquerade party at the club, and maybe they bond over their mutual hatred of being there, but at least Wheezie is having fun.
And she is having fun, spending quality time with her siblings all together again ā¤ļø
rafe, vain as he is, definitely was a frequent waxer. you know, like in the mind of rich people, it is the kind of grooming that differentiates them from the poor people. probably calls it a "manzillion" and everything. and i could see him doing his chest, too.
anyway, after ward kicks him out and he's living out with barry, he's obviously broke as hell. and he certainly is not going to ask barry for money for that.
so, he has to forgo the waxes. and after a while, the hair starts coming back. and he's so deeply insecure about it. like maybe barry won't want him if he's not the same as he was when they first got together.
which makes him push off and deflect out of their usually rich sex-life.
eventually barry notices and confronts him about it and rafe, feeling like it's being waterboarded out of him, relents, tells barry's he's not been to the salon in a while, all sheepish, with red cheeks, pointedly avoiding barry's eyes.
all of this to say, this is barry's response: "aw, baby, you think i wouldn't want you without a spray tan and wax?"
and rafe, cheeks on fire with embarrassment, just mutters scornfully, "i don't get spray tans." then, "i thought... y'know maybe you wouldn't like it- me- wouldn't like me-- or, y'know want to when i'm not..." he gestures weakly at himself.
then barry just climbs right on top of him and spends the rest of the evening worshipping rafe (after a good amount of teasing him about rafe wanting to be barry's pretty little trophy wife). "i'd like you any which way, baby boy."
Dude, I know. Me too. Every song Iāve been listening to lately has gotten into my head as being them and I canāt think about much else recently.
Like, (SPOILER WARNING), Sofia is fine but she is killing my vibes being a total cop out tool for the writers.
Rafe is not hers to fix. Iām so angry about it. He needs Barry. Barry who has that understanding of how his head works and what makes him tick and what drives him into his worst moods and all the things that could lead him into doing bad shit again. Barry who knows all this about him and still chooses to look after him despite his faults because he knows what terrible circumstances made Rafe what he is. Barry who is understanding and not pushy about changing Rafe but who also has a firm hand with him when he desperately needs one to remind him to not jump too high across that line he rides between being almost sane and batshit.
If I donāt see my boy Barry in season 4 part 2 and Sofia becomes a permanent fixture in Rafeās life romantically (without Barry) Iām gonna be pissed actually because this isnāt even about shipping. Itās about damn chemistry and good writing and characters who actually work together.
Like if you guys donāt wanna put them together in the actual show, whatever. Iād be upset that we canāt go there but just them being together in any sense is better than this shit with Sofia, who rolled up out of nowhere and who is waaay too soft for Rafeās character to be paired with.
If they werenāt queerbaiting us with Rafe, I donāt think Iād mind Sofia as much, but she was an obvious stick in because they didnāt want to give us gay Rafe. He could be bi and I wouldnāt dislike her, but denying his chemistry with Barry straight up and putting in this random female in the name of heteronormalcy? Nah, man. I aināt bitinā. We need Rafebarry.
How Barry Probably Proposes (aka anyone wanna continue this for me just for pure amusement?)
The notion hadnāt really struck him till some well to do old biddy stepped into his shop, sneering and turning up her pointed shrewās nose at every little speck of dust she found along the knick knacks that lined all the shelves.
It was a fucking pawn shop, not some brand name bitch garden in Beverly Fucking Hills. What did the old hag expect from him?
āCan I help you?ā He hummed, looking as disinterested in the womanās judgmental glance over as he possibly could. He wanted to smile at the huff of disapproval she let out when a fly invaded her personal space but held it in for the time being. He was a business man after all. So long as they were carrying cash in their wallets anyone was welcome in here.
āWell, I just donāt know!ā Her voice was as shrill as Barry remembered his bitch of a fifth grade teacherās being, but still, he kept his cool while the biddy babbled on. Something about her husband and his damn drunkard of a little brother, a good bit of property stolen and probably gone for good, and an unoriginal sob story about having to pawn off her pearls and shit to pay for new furniture for the upstairs den.
He didnāt really start listening until a pile of sparkling necklaces and gems were dropped onto the counter in front of him and one pretty gold band in particular caught his eye over all the rest.
āYeah, Iāll take it off your hands.ā He found himself agreeing to buying the jewelry before heād even checked to make sure the gold in all of it wasnāt utter bullshit.
Well, the tests were performed of course, as per usual, but still, heād never been so eager to take home a sparkly little find like that pretty little ring. Sure, it mightāve been plain, but it was the fact that it looked to be just the right size to slip onto his baby boyās finger that really had Barry determined to make the trinket his own.
He priced the rest of the old womanās things, collected his cash, then told his dear assistant that he was taking off early for the evening.
āI liked you a lot better before you went fallinā for primping, pretty little kooks, boy.ā
The poor old gal. Barry had been taking off from the shop early a lot more often, now that he had a sweet piece of ass to go home to every night.
A sweet piece of ass that he aimed to make his officially once he got back home with a freshly polished gold ring in his pocket, and a bouquet of stolen flowers, which heād plucked from the little walkway leading up from the parking lot he shared with a rundown little pharmacy, in hand.
āCountry Club!ā He called for Rafe once he finally made it through the front door of their trailer. āPack up your bags! We goinā to Vegas for the weekend!ā
He grabbed for the ring in his pocket as he heard soft footsteps coming from the kitchenā¦
all i can think of right now is topper finding out about rafe and barry being fuck buddies and him getting all protective and rafe trying to convince him barryās chill
Okay so this turned out pretty fluffy hehe Or at least itās a super fluffy ending. I hope you like it and thank you for your prompt!!! :)
(Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts, hospitalization, and rehab for an addiction)
A few tough topics in the charactersā pasts but I swear itās a nice happy ending for everyone!
āSooo, this is the new place, huh?ā Topper eyed each corner of the screened in patio carefully, as if he were expecting a terrible surprise if he sat down in the wrong place.
Rafe couldnāt exactly blame him for that. He had found a few needles in the couch cushions once upon a time, before heād moved in permanently and cleaned the place up. But Barry didnāt deal with the hardcore shit anymore and customers werenāt always lingering all over the place now that there was a legal storefront where they could pick up their weed then take it home to smoke.
āHome sweet home.ā Rafe confirmed, tossing Topper a beer when he finally settled on a place to sit down. āLike what I did with the furniture out here? Now these couches match the one in the living room.ā
Topper nodded with a thoughtful hum. āSugar Daddy let you splurge a little on the remodeling?ā He questioned and Rafe rolled his eyes.
āShut up. Heās not my sugar daddy. Weāre getting married.ā
Topper hadnāt opened his drink yet, even as Rafe was downing his own, perched contently on the armrest next to his best friend and just looking like he was at ease with the world.
That was a look Topper had never seen on Rafe, but still, he wasnāt going to just give this guy his blessing without making him work a little first. Heād heard some troubling stories about Rafeās knight in not so shiny armor, and he felt it was his responsibility to look out for his buddy, since Ward Cameron obviously wouldnāt.
āYou lookā¦happy?ā Topper tried to sound convincing, like he actually bought the idea already that Rafe was making the right call with this guy.
āYou sound surprised.ā Rafe raised a brow, setting his beer aside and wiping a line of foam from his mouth. āLook, man, I know itās not figure eight worthy or anything but itāll grow on you.ā
āRafe.ā Topper ran his hands over his face.
āItās not the scum on the siding is it?ā Rafe asked. āBarryās uncleās supposed to come and power wash that before the wedding.ā
āNo, no, the house isnāt the problem, man.ā Topper met Rafeās eyes again, gathering the courage to ask him some harder questions. āIām worried about you being with this dude.ā He confessed. āI know he sells pot in town now, but he used to be a coke dealer right?ā
Rafe scrunched up his nose. āUsed to be doesnāt mean he is now.ā He huffed defensively. āI used to be an addict. Now Iām not. And Barry changed a lot for meā¦ā
āDidnāt he get you addicted in the first place?ā
āSo fucking what?ā Rafe growled, doing his best to remember the breathing techniques that were supposed to help him settle in moments of frustration and anger. āHe got clean when I did.ā He told Topper, fists slowly beginning to unclench at his sides. āAnd if it wasnāt for him, Iād still be a mess in the head. You know he was the one who finally took me to talk to somebody, right? Ward didnāt do shit besides throw a few checks to the rehab placeā¦Barry was there for me, man. When I went in, when I got home. He really got me through everything. Even now he always keeps up with my appointments, reminds me to take my pills and all that.ā
Topper felt a bit guilty now. Heād just assumed that it had been Ward who finally caved and started paying attention to Rafeās problems.
āDid he uhā¦Did he take you to the hospital that one night?ā Topper inquired. He tried to keep the memories of that particular evening to a minimum. It scared him even now, thinking of Rafe in the worst state heād ever been in, storming out of his house with a gun and shouting about putting himself out of his own misery. Heād claimed it would be the best thing for them all.
It wouldnāt have been and Topper knew it even then, but while his words hadnāt been enough to stop Rafe that night, this new guyās supposedly had.
Topper called Rafeās phone a million times after heād left and finally the next morning heād gotten a text back.
āRafeās fine. Took him to ER. They keepin him for a few days.ā
Topper had this confirmed himself, hurrying to the hospital and asking after his best friend, almost sobbing and tears ready to pour down his face as he panicked to the nurse at the front desk of the psychiatric ward.
āMr. Cameron is safe and that is all I can tell you for now.ā
Normally Topper would argue for more information but the knowledge alone that Rafe was still breathing was plenty to put his mind at ease.
At least it was until Rafe disappeared for a long time after that.
Topper had gotten one phone call and this time it was Rafe himself, just after getting out of the hospital three days after the incident.
āListen, Iām going away for a bit.ā Heād told Topper. āIf Dad asks, tell him Iām fine. Iāve got a umā¦a friendā¦with me. Heās gonna take me to Dallas. Thereās a rehab program there thatās supposed to be good.ā
Topper remembers feeling relieved and fearful at the same time, happy for his friend that he was finally getting some help but wondering who on earth heād gotten mixed up with that was taking him all the way to Texas.
āTell your friend to take care of you, alright, man?ā Heād pleaded with Rafe. āStay safe, bud. Weāll celebrate when you come back.ā
āFor sure.ā Rafe hadnāt sounded very hopeful then but now, Topper saw a completely different person when he looked at his best friend.
He was happy, peaceful, finally able to live his life without fear of Wardās tyrannyā¦and he was getting married soon. To a guy that Topper still hadnāt met, but that had done a lot for Rafe.
When the front door to the trailer opened and shut and footsteps could be heard walking through the living room, Topper wasnāt sure whether he wanted to try to be as thankful or as intimidating as possible.
āYo, baby!ā A thickly accented voice called once the man it belonged to reached the kitchen to grab a drink for himself out of the fridge. āYou home? Whereās your little friend, huh? Thought we was grabbinā somethinā to eat!ā
He looked like quite a rough character, and in factā¦Topper recognized him.
āYou!?ā He let the demand for an explanation fall straight from his dropped jaw.
āYeah, me.ā Barry snorted, setting the beer he was carrying aside and holding his arms out for Rafe. āWhereās my welcome home kisses, sweet thang. Come here and let me squeeze you a little.ā He pulled Rafe into his arms and held him tight, kissing against his neck and then pressing one gentle peck to his lips. āThought I told you not to go gettin any prettier while I was gone.ā He grinned, and Rafe just looked soā¦in love? Topper couldnāt believe his eyes.
āHey tone it down in front of Top, babe. Alright?ā Rafe was blushing and unable to hide the fond little grin he wore once Barry sat him back down. āHeās a little squirmy about this kinda thing.ā
Barry turned to look at Topper, eyes scanning the younger man up and down before he nodded his approval. āYou the one that calls in to check on Country Club all the time, aināt ya?ā He asked.
Topper nodded. āHeās my best friend.ā He confirmed to Barry. āJust wanna be sure heās doing alright still.ā
rafe being at a kook party and is just super bored without barry so jusr decides to go to his place and heās drunk as hell and just begs to be fucked
This one took a bit of a joyride on me so I hope you like the direction it chose! XD Thank you for the prompt!!! :) Keep the ideas coming yaāll!
(Pairings: Rafebarry!!!
Rating: M for Mature
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of sex, alcohol, strong language, light dom/sub dynamic)
Rafe dried off his hands on his towel, before reaching for his phone when it buzzed, on the short counter near the bathroom sink.
Barryās name showed across the lock screen with a heart emoji at each end just as usual and it was always getting less difficult for Rafe to admit to himself that he smiled a little uncontrollably each time he opened an unprompted midday text from his partner. Sarah used to do that a lot and Rafe had rolled his eyes at his sister, but nowā¦well, he understood her excitement.
āWhatās up, baby boy?ā It was difficult not to hear Barryās voice in his head when reading the messages he sent. He texted like he talked, and though heād snort at being accused of loving that, it was one of Rafeās favorite things about Barry.
Just out of the shower, he texted back quickly, setting his phone aside again to dry off. Heād needed the hot water to ease the ache in his head after the night before.
Topperās 19th birthday party had been fine. A little boring, considering heād been forced to go alone, with Barry working until late in the night, but fine. The tequila shots made things bearable.
Ofcourse after a few too many, Rafe found himself stair surfing with Kelce and trying to prove to Topper that he could do the better backflip off the roof. A backflip that ended up being a flopping uncoordinated drop straight into the water for them both.
Topper, along with Rafe and many of his other guests, had also over indulged in the alcohol.
No one was going to remember most of that party, surely.
Rafe was only certain of one thing and that was that heād managed to get home only because Barry had picked him up after receiving a series of worrying texts.
If Rafe scrolled back on his phone heād be able to see them all again, relive his shining moment of drunkenness.
āHorny. Send dick.ā
āWanna fuuuck! Come get pls!ā
āPLS :ā(ā
āTopās miroor makez good nudezzzzzā
The last message had been coupled with several photos of Rafe posing seductively in front of Topperās bathroom mirror, clothes off and turned so that his ass was on full display for Barry.
āPut your clothes on, baby.ā Barry texted back. āGonna bring u home.ā
āFuc yeahhā Rafe sent one more picture but it was too blurry to really see much. That must have been when he dropped his phone and whilst trying to recover it ended up passing out on the floor.
If Rafe had any sense of shame, Topper probably would have received an apology text by now but he did not, and even if he did, it was only Topper. Heād dragged Rafeās drunken ass out of plenty of odd and often dangerous situations before. One more embarrassing memory wouldnāt come between them.
Barry had said that Topper was chill anyway while helping him get Rafe dressed and into his truck, so there. Nothing to worry about.
āYou sober?ā
Barryās next message came through while Rafe was stepping out into the hallway of their trailer, towel around his waist still as he made his way to the bedroom to find something to wear.
āYeah. Why?,ā he replied, dropping the towel once the door was closed to any uninvited guests that might stop by.
āGood,ā Barry sent an evil grinning face and a heart back to his boyfriend. āGonna wreck you 2nite. Be ready.ā
A shiver went down Rafeās spine and he trembled holding his phone.
āSpecial occasion?ā He inquired with a hungry grin, waiting this time for Barryās answer, which came quickly.
āNah. U just begged so pretty last night.ā
Rafe was struck with the notion to send Barry another seductive shot of his bare body but then another text came through.
āPlus I gotta punish u 4 gettin that shitfaced donāt I?ā His parterās words, even without the aid of his voice, made Rafe all tingly and warm below the waist.
āYes sir,ā He answered simply, going ahead and snapping that last nude and sending it on to Barry, who replied with a peach, an equal sign, a heart, and an egg plant emoji.
Rafe sat his phone aside, searching their private drawer in Barryās nightstand for his collar rather than looking for clothes in the closet.
He wanted to be good and ready for when Barry got home.
Summary: Barry takes care of Rafe after he comes to him straight from having a fight with his old man.
A quarter till midnight and the bastard comes through the front door like the place is his very own, not one knock, no āWhatās up, manā from the other side of the screen while he waited for Barry to let him inside. Not even a simple āHey, mind if I stay around awhile?ā before Rafe Cameron barges right into Barryās trailer, lips bloody and swollen like heād just got into it with somebody on the drive over.
Barry turned off the local news network on his little tv in the corner of the room. The weather forecast was done with anyway and he really didnāt give a shit about much else at the moment.
Aside from the clearly distressed Kook who had entered his domain and that was behaving in an even odder way than usual. For Rafe that was definitely saying a lot.
āWell, shit. Look at you, Country Club. Look like somebody done took off with that shiny new ride Daddy got you cruisingā in now. They pull your ass out of it first?ā He motioned to Rafeās split lip and expected him to snap at the jest. To snarl at least. Just a little.
But Rafe didnāt say a word. He dumped his things on Barryās couch, facing away from him to hide the injury, of which he was obviously ashamed.
āAināt talkinā tonight, huh?ā Barryās tone was less teasing and moreā¦wellā¦gentle was really the only word that could properly describe it.
āNo.ā Rafe muttered, and that was good. At least Barry was getting something out of him, even if it was mostly just sniffles and swallowed down sobs.
Barry sighed, leaning back in his recliner and crossing his arms behind his head, showing off a pair of bare and decently worked muscles. āAlright then, pretty thing.ā He agreed to Rafeās current terms of silence, mostly just to keep the tension boiling within the blonde headed rich boy from rising into a raging fit.
Barry knew Rafe well enough by now. He just needed to relax for a little while to calm down. āGo take a shower, why donāt ya?ā He suggested. āHot waterās back on.ā
Rafe went, without another word, down the hall and locked the flimsy bathroom door behind him.
Alright. So this was going to be a rough night. He only ever trapped himself in there when he was feeling pretty worse for wear.
Whatever. Barry was still confident that he could talk him down enough to avoid an outburst. So he reluctantly got up from his cozy chair and went into the kitchen to make them both something to snack on.
The water in the shower quit after about a half hour and once Barry had thrown a couple of grilled cheeses together, Rafe was already sitting on the couch, wrapped up in his warm grey robe that he kept in Barryās closet, his golden hair still wet from his shower and his arms crossed over his chest.
āEat somethinā.ā Barry insisted, handing him a plate and then setting down a chipped mug of sweet smelling tea upon the cluttered coffee table in front of Rafe. They didnāt need to talk about that and Rafe didnāt need any convincing to drink it. Whatever Barry used to make the stuff usually really helped him to calm down after a tough run in with the old man. The same was true now, his trembling muscles beginning to slow as he sipped at the hot drink.
āYou gonna let me clean that lip up for ya?ā Barry eventually dared to ask once he felt that Rafe had been gentled enough to not bite the hand that fed him.
Cameron didnāt reply right away but once heād finished half of his sandwich and the mug was drained, he touched the tips of his own fingers gently to the angry cut that actually ran through both of his lips. āNot much you can do for it.ā He muttered.
āYeah, well, weāll see about that.ā Barry got up again from his chair and came closer, Rafeās lack of action to repel him being a clear invitation to approach.
āWho did this shit, huh?ā He asked softly as he sat down next to Rafe. Rafe, who didnāt cower from him but pulled his robe tighter against his body, as if Barry might try to take advantage of his currently wrecked emotional state. Even if he knew that he never would.
āDonāt,ā He hissed. āJust donāt fucking ask, alright? Just-Just get me some Vaseline and some ibuprofen, alright? Stop asking questionsā¦ā
āSure thing, Country Club. I got you.ā Of course Barry knew already that Daddy Cameron was probably the assailant who did the damage but he wasnāt going to say that to Rafe. Itād only get him worked up and angry.
After searching through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for awhile, Barry came back to patch his shaky little Kook up, going a step further than Rafe had told him to and first cleaning both slashes in the soft flesh with some cold antiseptic before the Vaseline went anywhere near them. Rafe downed a couple of Tylenol after and after a little while of resting on Barryās couch, arms still crossed defensively over his chest, Rafe got up and went to the bedroom, leaving Barry to finish some dumb 80ās movie theyād started up together.
The bed was nice and soft against the tenseness of Rafeās body and he slowly let himself sink into the mattress beneath the sheets. Sheets that smelt like them, only slightly less than the pillows Rafe swapped so he could breath in Barryās scent without asking for the real deal.
The old rickety floors creaked when Barry came back to slide into bed as well, long calloused fingers shoving dark locks back over his head and out of his eyes. āYou been theivinā my pilla again, huh?ā He couldnāt help but grin rather proudly when he saw that Rafe had his face buried in the pillow heād claimed as his: the one that was stuffed into the Carolina Panthers case heād found at the thrift shop. āFork it over, baby boy. You can hang onto me instead.ā
Rafe didnāt protest, switching the pillows back. He liked his own better anyway. It was firmer. Not as squishy as Barryās that was going to give him a life long crick in the neck someday.
āTake the fucking thing if it matters so muchā¦ā He muttered under his breath at Barry, who willingly pretended that it was his idea alone to roll Rafe over and hold him close against his warm naked chest.
āCome here, pretty thang. Thatās a good boy,ā Barry dropped little bits of praise for Rafe to lap up like the love starved pup that he was. āLet me hold ya, baby. Been missin your cute ass around here all day, honey pie. You might as well come on in here and shack up with me full time, ya know? Donāt ever wanna let go of you in the mornins, baby. You just got those wicked little claws in my heart now, huh? My pretty thang. Know how fuckinā perfect you look right now?ā
Rafe relaxes deeply enough at Barryās words that sometimes, including tonight apparently, he doesnāt really even notice that heās crying against his loverās skin.
Barry doesnāt mention it either. Just keeps praising him, rubbing on his back, and kissing at every bit of exposed skin he can find to smooch.
Rafe never feels calmer than when heās here, wrapped in Barryās arms, being taken care of and loved so thoroughly.
If heaven truly was a real place, he thought to himself before drifting off to sleep, this must be what it feels like to be there.
Thereās never been another place on earth that Rafe could flee to, where the dark thoughts in his head wouldnāt follow. Just here. Just here with Barry in these moments where peace of mind wasnāt just a myth.
