#barkins

[robinchirpsart]

just some Hatchetfield girlfriends :)

[talesandfluff]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Emma’s big sister is getting married and she gets a plus one. Who better to invite than her girlfriend of several years Becky Barnes? Even if Jane has never met the lucky lady…

Set in an AU where Tom never made it back from war and Becky and Emma have been dating since senior year.

[donteatthefishtacos]

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied." for barkins please! ❤️

Oooofff I got a thing for THIS.

Okay. Here we go.

Barkins - fluff prompt - 1,166 words

Emma’s heart hammered hard in her chest. She pressed her elbow a little harder into the wooden table top underneath it and leaned her cheek against her palm. Across the kitchen table, Becky darted this way and that between the pale blue cabinets in her small kitchen. When Becky’s pale blue eyes met her own, Emma’s heart jumped a little in her chest, but she couldn’t help but return the bright smile Becky sent her. Emma sighed and rubbed her free hand down her face in an attempt to wipe away the stray hair she could feel clinging to her skin but had yet to actually find. 

Becky’s soft, amused voice drifted over to her from across the small kitchen. “Hey,” she muttered, and when Emma’s gaze snapped to her own she was leaning against the cabinets next to her stove. “You okay over there?”

Just then, she felt the hair stuck to her cheek just next to her left ear, and she huffed under her breath as she pulled it away. “Yeah,” she answered as she rubbed her hand against her jeans. “Just had a hair stuck to my face.”

Becky quirked an eyebrow at her and her stomach promptly dropped, a reminder that her hair was certainly not all that was bothering her at the moment.

“Well,” Becky responded with a smile after a moment. “Since that crisis is averted, did you still want me to teach you my lasagna recipe?”

There was something a little familiar in Becky’s eyes when they met, a little bit of the same nervous energy that Emma herself was feeling, maybe. Sometimes she could hardly believe it had been nearly a year since she’d come back to Hatchetfield after an unfortunate car crash in Guatemala. Her leg was just about back to normal, though she wondered if she’d always be able to feel a change in the weather coming days ahead of time throughout her left thigh. It had ended up being a somewhat fitting end to her world wide adventures, which ended just as abruptly as they’d begun. 

When she showed up for the first day of physical therapy in Hatchetfield, due to mercifully being young enough to still be on her mother’s insurance, perhaps the last person she’d expected to see there was the woman on the other side of the room. But over the next month or two, she became less of ‘Becky Barnes that goody two-shoes from high school’ and much more of ‘Becky Barnes the badass who escaped her shitty husband and ended up needing physical therapy’. It wasn’t long before Emma was far more likely to call Becky her friend than anything else.

Eventually, one thing led to another, and she found herself in Becky’s bed several nights a week. ‘Letting off steam’ was how they’d put it in the beginning, and Emma had started out sure that it would just fizzle out, that Becky would meet some guy and it would be over. But it had been more than six months now, and the idea of sleeping with anyone else made her sick to her stomach. And worse, the idea of Becky sleeping with anyone else.  

Becky’s gaze had turned concerned and Emma realized she had been silent just a bit too long. She sputtered on her response, “Yeah, um, yes, for sure,”she muttered as she pushed herself to her feet. “Let’s make some fucking lasagna.”

Emma raced past Becky where she leaned against one of the old, mismatched chairs that sat around the oval shaped kitchen table and walked up to the counter where there was a glass pan waiting. Worry had taken up residence in Becky’s face when she turned back to look at her but she just shoved her hands into the pockets of the jeans that distracted Emma every time she wore them. She wandered up next to Emma at the counter and walked her through the recipe.

Soon they fell into a kind of easy rhythm that always seemed to win out and Emma’s fears had seemingly fallen by the way side by the time they sat down to eat. Later on that evening, the movie they had started was pretty much playing on forgotten in the background while Emma focused on the feeling of Becky underneath her, the way she sighed into the kisses that passed between them, a smile crossed her face. “I’ve missed this,” Becky muttered when Emma pulled back slightly to adjust her leg that was starting to get a little sore. 

Emma laughed and rolled to her right slightly, her arm braced against one of Becky’s pillows. “You mean in the whole two days since the last time I was here?”

Becky huffed out a short laugh of her own and threaded her fingers into Emma’s hair to pull her back in again once she was settled. “What can I say,” she muttered, and Emma felt a shiver run down her spine when Becky’s hand slipped underneath her tank top. “A girl has needs.”

Emma slipped her leg between Becky’s in an effort to get closer to her, and smiled at the racing heart she could feel against her own. “I get it, though,” she eventually muttered in affirmation. She was so caught up in the moment she went on with hardly a thought, “I think I’d do just as well to be here all the time.” 

Becky inhaled sharply and pulled away just enough to meet Emma’s gaze. Emma thought she might throw up, ‘Why did I say that?’ 

“Do you mean that?,” Becky asked, voice barely above a whisper. Emma couldn’t find the words for how much she meant it, but she found she couldn’t do anything but stare back. When she didn’t respond immediately, Becky went on. “Em?”

Words still eluding her, Emma felt a smile spread across her face as she nodded vehemently a few times and cupped Becky’s jaw to kiss her slowly again. Were it not for her position right next to her, Emma might not have heard Becky’s whispered response, “I think I love you.”

Emma’s eyes snapped open to meet Becky’s, there were fear and a fair amount of nerves held in her gaze, but not a hint of uncertainty. She felt a smile spread across her face. “You do?,” Emma asked, so softly that she was unsure if she’d even made a sound until Becky nodded softly. Emma huffed out a laugh. “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me,” she teased softly, before she connected their lips in a slow kiss to be sure Becky knew the intent behind her words.

She felt Becky’s smile right up against her lips, and the words that followed, “I lied.”

Emma felt a fresh round of laughter bubble up in her chest and she leaned forward to press their foreheads together. “Thank fuck,” she responded, her voice a little louder, more confident this time around. “I think I love you too.”

[krayonders]

happy halloween! in honor of my favorite month of the year, i’ve written six fics and now that it’s the 31st, the final chapters are here. if you want to check them out, here they are:

tatiana, barb and the post-apocalypse (tatibarb zombie au)

something is out there (jazzalil small town horror)

gruesome legends & eerie exploration (junior and krayonder but they’re youtubers)

saving hannah foster (horror mystery ft. ethan, a follow-up to the disappearance of alice fink)

on the roof (becky/emma but they fall in love in october)

what we feared (tgwdlm general fic exploring the main characters’ fears)

[celestialflights]

can you draw sheet 1, B2 with barkins? :)

here they are! i love them!

(emma is short™)

[chartedrights]

I think over winter break I’ll write a Barkins Hallmark movie fic. I’m not generally a fan of “there was only one bed” fics because I’m too busy drowning myself in mutual pining, and what this means is that I want Becky and Emma to agree to pretend to date when Emma comes back to Hatchetfield for Christmas. Becky wants to keep her boss from setting her up with anyone and Emma wants to keep Jane from trying to set her up with one of her clients, and even though they’ve barely spoken since Emma’s sister married Becky’s ex, they’re aligned in the desperate need to avoid blind dates in December.

Becky and Tom are fine with each other, and Jane welcomes her in with a smile and the White Woman at Holiday Parties Cheek Kiss so typical of older female relatives, but Emma is the one who feels awkward. Because the thing is, last time she was in Hatchetfield Becky was married, and Emma was dating some guy named Ivan who was two years older than her, and nothing is the way it was. Emma thinks she’s pretty, is the gist of it.

And at first they can both handle it. It’s so easy, so comfortable, because there’s no pressure! They know what this is, what it’s meant to be. They go shopping for their families together, meet Becky’s coworkers for a night at the ice skating rink, walk each other home sipping hot chocolate and talking about music, about the kids in Becky’s ward, about what a terrible year it’s going to be for lettuce because of the e. coli outbreak last month, and the month before, and- and Emma is having trouble with that boundary between fake and real dating. The last thing Emma heard was that Becky was straight, and she’s assumed that this whole fake dating thing was a last resort- after all, Emma is certain that she’s everyone’s last resort at this point. Until now she hadn’t come home for anything, and they’d all done fine without her.

And because I am a sucker for miscommunication drama that actually makes sense to me as someone who Never Knows Anything and Assumes Everything, I want there to be a suitably dramatic scene mid-fake dating charade where Emma finally can’t handle it anymore and tells Noted Bisexual Becky Barnes that she’s “not some fucking experiment to see whether or not you like girls,” before storming out and sitting on a park bench for six hours. Bonus points if Paul (her very amicable ex) finds her and they build snowmen in silence as the sky goes from white to grey to blue to black, and when they’re standing there under a street lamp, breath fogging the air, Emma just leans into Paul’s shoulder and says “I think I’m in love with her,” and he hugs her while making the average white man grimace.

Becky, meanwhile, has been standing in the kitchen sipping sprite cranberry and listening to the faint strains of Johnny Cash slipping in from Jane and Tom’s very nice sound system in the living room, thinking about how for the first time in a long time she feels like she has something to lose. Jane drifts into the kitchen, perfectly smooth hair and keen eyes fixed on Becky, and they have a very honest, very sympathetic conversation about what Becky wants, between interruptions like kids running through the kitchen and people dropping plates in the sink.

And idk I just watch a lot of hallmark movies bc they’re good for deconstruction and trope use, and because they’re nice to have on while you wrap presents or do crafts, and I think it would be nice to have a grounded, normal holiday romance about Becky Barnes kicking Emma’s self-esteem issues into the ground and Emma offering Becky the solidity and warmth she needs in return. I think it would be fun. So look out for that

[lovelylynart-archive]

a3 becky emma

they’re cute 💕

[intergalxtic]

 little halloween/autumn themed Becky/Emma moodboard for any shippers.