#ricky lafleur x reader

[waltzchristophh]

Ricky and the gang are stranded at a train convention in America with no dope.

But you're there to save the day!

RICKY LAFLEUR X READER

Based on that one episode. (s7: e4)

You took your last puff from the cigarette and flicked it out the drivers side window, rolling it back up and resting into your reclined seat. Your hands shielded your eyes from the burning sun while somebody or something grew closer.

Within a few seconds a fire haired fellow in an MLK button-up was rapping at your window like he needed a minute to talk to you about our Lord and savior Jesus Christ. You squinted at him curiously, and rolled the window down with cautious hesitation.

He stood with an exasperated hand on his hip and sighed, "Hey, you got any weed on ya by any chance?."

You were blindsided by the strange man's forwardness, covering your mouth with your hand and coughing lightly. His stark blue eyes lingered on yours, awaiting an answer.

"Uh- um yeah. Think so."

"Sweet, can I smoke it with ya?"

The ginger stranger glowed with inebriated desire, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You smiled a gentle smile and broke the stare to shuffle through your belongings.

"Sure. Don't have any papers on me though."

You retracted your toes from the top of the dashboard and opened the compartment with a click.

"That's no biggie, I got a few on me right now actually."

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"So what are you doing here anyway?" You asked thoughtfully.

"What'd'ya mean?"

The two of you sat lazily in the heated comfort of your 2002 cruiser.

"Well, you're not here for the convention... You come all the way out here lookin like a bum just to ask strangers for dope?"

Ricky belly laughed and passed the joint, shoulders bouncing.

"Yeah you fuckin caught me. I came all the way from Nova Scotia to go door to door pickin up cute girls with good dope."

You pursed your lips and held the air in your cheeks so you looked like a squirrel with acorns in its mouth. You blew the air out when your gaze met Ricky's, bursting with laughter. The edges of his mouth lifted into a cute smile.

"You think I'm a cute girl then, ehh??" You nudged at him playfully, forcing more laughter out of him.

"Heh... nah I'm just here for my friend, Bub's. He's got this huge boner for those modern train things or whatever. Got our weed thrown out by those *cough* border patrol fuckwads. Why the hell are you here?

"My brother's got the same kinda boner... holy fuck that sounds wrong."

The ginger stranger, who you now knew by the name of Ricky, laughed heartily.

"How old is he?"

"13."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

You sighed and rolled your head over to look at him with big cartoon eyes.

"Not my thing."

You took the final drag from the joint before putting it out on the top of your dashboard. "HEY, I got an idea."

"Yeah?" Ricky chuckled, "What idea you got, miss smarty pants?"

You turned the engine on and backed up the car, looking behind you, then back at Ricky.

Your front teeth tugged lightly at your lower lip as you smiled and looked down. Ricky's warm ashy hand grazed your cheek and lifted your eyes to meet his.

"Let's get outta here."

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Pt 2?

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[elijahlittle]

Odd request, but Ricky grieving a dead s/o if you can? Neutral terms preferred but whatever is fine.

I have been waiting for a Ricky request and this is such a good one, I have such a good idea. Gender neutral terms? I got you.  Pairing: Ricky Lafleur/Reader Tags: Reader death, alcoholism, drug abuse, angst, guns, cops Authors Note: I typed this up in a flurry. I'm sorry if it's not as in-depth, I made it in like two hours. I really liked this idea! I took a different approach, if that's okay. Word Count: 2,882 Summary: Ricky doesn't handle grief very well.

LATE MAY Ricky loved Lucy, he really did. Well, he loved her the best he could love her. It was hard for Ricky to not love the mother of his child. But Trinity was really the only thing they had in common. Ricky was nothing short of a deadbeat dad, waffling in and out of Trinity's life - though he was trying. What did it matter when he could always trust Julian to handle it? Julian always dropped by to see Trinity, he was basically her uncle, so what the fuck did it matter if he needed to slip off and get piss drunk? Life used to be more fun, but that was so long ago - way before Ricky ever really considered Lucy as an option. You were everything he wasn't - smart, driven, and destined for greatness. And, unlike others, you actually truly believed in him.  And God knew that Ricky loved Lucy in the best way that he could - but Lucy wasn't you. "Why don't you take Trin and I out to the park, Ricky?" Lucy inquires. "You know I hate this fucking season," Ricky waves Lucy off, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "I hate the fucking rain and the sunshine and the wet grass and butterflies and shit, it's fucking annoying."  "Yeah, that's what it is." Lucy responds shortly, "You know, why don't you ever talk -"  "There's nothing to fucking talk about Lucy. What do you want me to do? Tell the butterflies to fuck off and the sun to stop shining? News flash, I already did and fucking spring is still here." Before Lucy can express any concern over Ricky, the door to their home is slammed shut, bouncing a few times before it finally clicks closed.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° 1989 ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

"What are you doing out here during school hours?"  Ricky is leaned against the water fountain, a cigarette placed gently between his lips. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm smoking a fucking cigarette. What's it to you?"  "You're not supposed to be skipping class. Or smoking a cigarette on school property."  "Well fuck me officer, sorry for breakin' the law. What are you anyway, the fucking hall monitor?"  "I am." You're scribbling writing down furiously onto the notepad issued to you by the high school. You stroke him a ticket, ripping it off the pad and handing it to him. Ricky takes it despite the fact he's unable to read. "Yeah well, you wanna know what I think about your fucking ticket officer?" He rips it into pieces, throwing it into the water fountain. He slams his elbow down onto the water fountain, spewing water all over the paper. It grows wet quickly before breaking apart, stopping up the drain. "Fuck you, that's what I think about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some fucking dope to sell. Or you gonna stroke me a ticket for that too?” ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° You two didn't exactly get off on the right foot - but then again, nobody got off on the right foot with Ricky. He was a troubled kid who ran his mouth too much. He had expected that interaction to be the last between you two, but it wasn't. It seemed like everywhere you turned, Ricky was there - causing fucking problems. It only got worse when, in a last-ditch-effort to keep Ricky in school, your math teacher had begged you to tutor him. You had worked wonders with other kids like Ricky, so why not try? You didn't want to at first but with a bit of a convincing, and monetary payment, you had agreed to tutor Ricky. If Ricky remembered correctly, he skipped the first tutoring session. He thought that that would be the end of that, but the next day you had confronted him in front of all of his closest dope-fiend friends after school. "I can't believe you wasted my time like that."  "What the fuck are you going on about?"  "We were supposed to have a tutoring session."  "You seriously fucking thought I'd show up to that stupid shit? You've got to have shit for brains. I don't do schoolwork."  "I'm your last chance to pass math, if you don't show up to these tutoring sessions then Mr. Richards is going to fail you without a question."  "Do you think I give a fuck if he fails me? Tell him to fucking fail me, I don't give a fuck. I'm not even gonna finish my grade ten. I got a good dope-sellin' business, I'm makin' a lot of money. I don't need this shitty fucking place."  "Do you plan on doing anything with your life other than growing dope?"  "Nope."  "What's it going to take to get you there, Ricky?" You couldn't help it. You just loved a good challenge. "Nothing."  "Nothing at all?"  "You know what, if you took me out to that buffet off of second street for every tutoring session and paid, I'd show up to it."  "Done."  There's a silent pause. "Are you being fuckin' serious?"  "Yes."  "You'll pay for me?"  "If you come and actually work."  "I mean shit, why not. Free food is free food. When should I show up?"  "Tonight at six." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° From the way Ricky ate, it was obvious that food was a scarcity at home. So much for making a good living off of dope. But it seemed like food was a good motivator. Ricky sucked dick at math, but at least he was trying - well, as hard as Ricky could try. Threatening to end your sessions seemed to be good enough to scare him into complying, and over time it really seemed that Ricky was actually improving in math. He was nowhere near passing, but the fact that Ricky could bring his grades up from a straight 0 to 40 was impressive - even to Mr. Richards. "Why do you do this anyway?" He asks one session, out of the blue. "Everyone deserves to have someone in their corner rooting for them. If food is what it takes to get you to get your grade ten, then I'll empty my pockets. You think you're stupid Ricky, but you're not. You just need someone around to give you an extra push." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He's hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead, eyes pinched close. The thoughts about you had died down years ago - why was it coming up just now? He takes the joint between his fingers and brings it to his lips, inhaling and then exhaling. "I need to get fucking drunk tonight."  "Maybe you should slow down on that smokin', Ricky. Why don't you come over and watch some cable? WWE's playin' tonight." Bubbles offers Ricky an alternative to drinking and smoking. It's usually around this time of the year, late May, when Ricky gets antsy.

He never brings you up and even claims to have forgotten about everything but his good friend Bubbles and Julian know better. Ricky usually gets more belligerent around late May. Julian guesses that it's a form of PTSD, and at one point he even tried to sit Ricky down as a friend and explain to him all of the symptoms of PTSD that jail counselor told him about, but Ricky never listens because "it's not that big of a fucking deal." So it's around this time Julian and Bubbles take a step back to give Ricky space and try to help him make it to June. But it's typically a hard task. "No offense Bubbles but that sounds like a terrible time I'd rather get piss drunk with Ray."  "Come on Ricky, you know how bad your dad gets when he's drunk. If you're gonna get drunk, at least do it in my trailer." Ever since he got out of jail, Juilan has been trying to avoid drunk get-togethers - but this is a different story. "I know exactly what you're doing Julian and I'm not fuckin' havin' it" Ricky shakes an accusatory finger at Julian, "I don't need your fuckin' pity."  "It's not pity, Ricky. You're telling me you don't wanna come over, get drunk, and eat chicken fingers?"  "Are you buying the chicken fingers?"  "Sure," Julian concedes, "I'll buy the chicken fingers."  "Then fuck yeah I'm comin' over." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° It's around this time of year that no amount of liquor can get rid of the nightmares and the memories. Even piss-ass drunk leaning over Julian's toilet hurling, every second of your relationship with him flashes through his memory. Some of the memories are good. "Remember that time (name) and I got caught fuckin' around with Lahey's yard flamingos? That shit was so funny. He was so pissed." Julian rubs Ricky's back, listening to him blabber on about the memories in between dry heaving and vomiting. "Or the time (name) beat J-Roc in a hotdog eating contest? That shit was -" Ricky stops talking so he can hurl out the fifteen chicken fingers he ate against better judgement, "- that shit was so funny. Or that time we blew off homecoming and drove out to make-out point and . . ." Ricky pauses, half a smile cracking his lips, "You know, (name) -"  "Alright Ricky," When Ricky lifts his head up, it's obvious that his skin is soaked in tears. Julian doesn't comment on it, though. Ricky would only deny the fact that he's been crying. "I think I'm allergic to these fucking chicken fingers, they're making my fucking eyes water."  "Uh-huh" Julian is wiping down Ricky's face with warm water, cleaning up his mess before helping his friend stumble onto the couch. Some of the memories are bad, though. Memories of arguing flash through his head. 

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"You can't fucking drop out to sell dope! You've worked too hard for this!"  "You mean you've worked too hard for this, I know Mr. Richards is paying you to tutor me. I bet he's paying you to date me, too!"  "It's not like that, Ricky!" You plead, "Yes, he was paying me to tutor you! But he's not paying me to like you, Ricky. He's not paying me to love you."  Ricky seems taken aback by the comment. It's the first time you've told him you loved him. For a second, he thinks about apologizing, about kissing all over your face and promising you that he'd never talk about dropping out again. You had a future together, you were going to graduate together, grow old together, and die together holding hands. But Ricky always lets his anger get the best of him. "No, you know what (name)? Fuck you. Fuck off. You're just saying that so you can get more money from Mr. Richards."  "Ricky, I love you, I swear -" Ricky waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just fuck off already and get out of my hair. I don't want to see you again. In fact, I wouldn't want to see you if I was on my fucking deathbed breathing my last fucking breaths." 

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "They shouldn't have been there Julian, they weren't supposed to be there." Ricky rolls forward, his head placed in his hands. Every time Julian opens his mouth to speak, Ricky is speaking over him in frantic sobs. It's not typical to see Ricky like this, only in late May. "It was just a dope deal gone wrong, they shouldn't have been there, they shouldn't have been there. I didn't know they were going to be there. It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened and it's all my fucking fault, it's all my fucking fault, it's all my fucking fault." 

There’s not much Julian can say to soothe Ricky. He’s tried, but it’s never been enough. The only thing they can do is make it through the rest of the month.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You weren't supposed to be there. In fact, Ricky had thought the fuck off was enough to keep you away. But there you were, coming around his house in the middle of the night. You didn't think much of the other two people who were hanging around Ricky on Ray's porch. You just assumed it was Julian and Bubbles. You were here to beg for him back, to tell him how much you loved him and how much you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Young love, right? The guys on the porch weren't expecting visitors. There weren't supposed to be visitors. Ricky hadn't planned for visitors. Ricky had told them there wouldn't be anyone around. So as you walked up the steps, a commotion broke out. "You said there wasn't going to be anyone around! Is this a fucking sting? This is a fucking sting!"  "No officers! I swear, I didn't know someone was coming. No-one is supposed to come! Wait! Wait! Wait! Put the fucking gun down! That's just my friend! Fuck!"  Ricky can't get to them fast enough and a gunshot rings in the air. The moment the two cops realize it's a teen crumpled up on the ground and not an undercover agent, they're rushing to their car. "You shot (name)! You shot them! Get the fuck over here and help us!"  "Sorry kid, we gotta go! We can't be seen around this shit or we'll lose our jobs and go to jail. That's how these things go. word of the wise, you shouldn't have friends you actually like if you're gonna be in this business, kid."  Ricky is left alone to tear off his shirt, pushing it against the bullet hole right in your abdomen. Blood seeps through the shirt, soaking it. People are leaving their homes now, rushing to the scene of the crime in a panic. There's a large commotion, though Lahey breaks it up. "What the fuck did you get into, kid? What the fuck have you done?"  "I didn't do shit! If you're not gonna help Lahey then fuck off! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don't you dare fucking die, if you die I'm going to have to bring you back and fucking kill you myself! Just hold on a bit longer."  But you were already gone.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° "Those fucking cops. Those fucking cops. Those fucking cops." Ricky repeats like a mantra. Julian helps lay Ricky on his side, bringing a glass of water to set on the side of the coffee table.  Julian remembers how the death was swept under the rug, simply labeled as a "drug bust gone wrong" - if you could call two cops shooting a teenager thinking they were going to lose their career in a sting operation a drug bust gone wrong. They ended up taking matters into their own hands, but still. That wasn't enough. "It's all my fault, I should have said something, I should have done something, I should have told them I love them - God, fuck," Ricky presses his head into his hands, "They should have never met me. All that shit Lahey spews is right, I'm no good." It's the only time Ricky seems to express any sort of understanding of where he was in life and who he was. The only time he really seems to take full accountability. He still remembers the way your parents cussed him out and blamed him for what happened. It's the only time Julian saw Ricky sit there and take shit without blowing up. All he could do was sit and nod and agree with every awful thing they said to him. They were right - you were on the path to being a valedictorian. You had so much to give to the world. They told him that they prayed to God the next person he started seeing didn't end up an chalked outline, too. He didn't need to be terrorizing the general student body, dragging them into business that wasn't his own. He agreed, so he dropped out. It was the only way he felt he could truly reconcile what happened. A warm spring breeze passes through the open window, rustling the curtains and filling the room with the smell of wet grass. Julian doesn't say anything. He can't say anything. Nothing he's said ever really seems to soothe Ricky's seasonal grief. The counselor in jail had talked to Ricky about maybe distracting himself during this time, spending time with his family and trying to find the joy in spring, but he can never seem to get over the hurdle of actually dealing with the trauma. Ricky doesn't do handling grief. Instead, he liquors himself up in an attempt to forget. It doesn't help, though. All it does it land him crying and puking in Julian's bathroom, rattling off about how he should have done better, how he should have told you he loved you sooner, and how things might've been different.  The only thing they can do is just get through late May.

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[hash-driveway]

✮ sup ✮

request stuff to give me ideas!

series currently writing for:

☆ trailer park boys

will write:

☆ smut (send me ur wildest fantasies u animals) ☆ angst (i love angst. i write it the best imo) ☆ fluff (i am a disgustingly hopeless romantic) ☆ headcanons ☆ ask games

won't write:

☆ general fucked up shit like p3dophilia. i don't write for any underage characters but just be normal please

characters i'm writing for:

☆ Julian (fav character) ☆ Ricky ☆ Sarah ☆ Lucy ☆ Cyrus

If we're mutuals, feel free to ask me for my main blog :o)

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[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Welcome to SunnyVale Oneshot

(Guyyyyysss Im literally just writing and posting whatever pops in my head at this point My Alpha is about two paragraphs from being done :P Be watching for it!! Cruel Summer Ch. 2 should be finished by the weekend too annnd im gonna work on Midnight Rain Ch. 2! So lots goin on! :D anywho, I love Trailer Park Boys and have been watching it on repeat for WEEKS. So I just had this cute idea and figured I'd write it since I cant sleep! :P )

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“Come on Bubs! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Julian yelled as Bubbles said goodbye to his kitties. “Boys, boys, boys!” J-Roc ran over across the road toward them. “Yall aint never gonna believe this! We got a reunion comin!!!” J-Roc grinned as Ricky looked at him, “what in the fuck are you talkin about J-Roc?” 

Julian took a sip of his drink as a large black bus pulled into Sunnyvale Trailer park.”So listen I heard from a friend of a friend that Y/N was in town. Rumor has it, she's gonna come do a tour of the park.” J-Roc said looking from Bubbles and Ricky, to which they all glanced at Julian. “What?” he snapped at them. “Well Julian…last time you and Y/N saw each other…she was tellin you she was leavin and you were ...well you were gonna ask her to marry you, until she……said……that….and you…..well…you know….broke her heart,” Bubbles said as an awkward silence filled the air. Julian sighed loudly and took a bigger drink of his drink as the large black bus drove slowly and carefully down the road, before coming to a stop. 

The air brake let out and the door opened, a few moments passed and suddenly, Julian felt like his heart had stopped and dropped into his stomach. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for him as you stepped off the bus. You wore a pair of suede thigh high heeled boots, a pair of black tights, they were the sheer kind that made Julian’s knees weak, you had on a burnt orange tight mini skirt on, and a black long sleeved shirt. When you looked up, your hair was curled in loose big curls, the wind lightly blowing your hair. You suddenly got the biggest grin on your face and darted toward the group of guys standing there. “Oh my gosh!!!” 

You laughed as you jumped hugging Ricky, the guy who was like the dumb, protective big brother you never got to have. You don’t know how many times Ricky saved your ass from getting into trouble either with Jim Lahey, the trailer park supervisor, or the cops whenever Julian and Ricky came up with some stupid plan. “Hey bugz!” Ricky had started calling you bugz when you guys were just kids, because you always had a ladybug or butterfly landing on you. He said you attracted bugs and teased you about it alot. 

Next to whisk you into a bear hug was your very bestest friend Bubbles; which the guys didn’t know but you still talked to regularly. “I’ve missed you bubs!” you laughed as he pinched at your belly “Whos got your belly?” “Don’t touch my fuckin belly bubs!” you both laughed again as he hugged you one more time. “I’ve missed you around here Y/N, we all have.” Bubbles said as you both pulled apart. You smiled and looked at Julian, “Hey Julian,” you said, willing to step up and hug him, but the longer the silence went on, the more awkward it got. “Hey fucktard, are you gonna speak or did your brain not get enough words movin arounds in there?” Ricky smacked his arm as you laughed softly. You’d forgotten just how Ricky talked, sometimes you really missed living here, other times, you wish you could have brought them with you, but you knew they would never leave their beloved trailer park. 

Julian let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d held since you turned and stared at him. “Wow,” he whispered to himself, but it was loud enough that all of you heard him. You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks, “Still drinking rum huh?” you asked him, smiling some as he cleared his throat, taking a large drink, and not the usual sip. “Oh, I brought presents! Give me one second!” You turned your hair flipping around, wafting the smell of your shampoo, mixed with your perfume all around. “Hey Mike!” You hollered while walking toward the bus, “Can you grab that blue duffle bag in the back for me?” you asked as you stood just a few feet from the guys. 

That smell hit Julian like a brick house as he closed his eyes, “I can’t do this.” he mumbled to Bubbles and Ricky before he turned and stormed back to his trailer, slamming the front door shut. He leaned back against it before flinging his glass at the opposite wall, letting it shatter and liquor spill to the ground. 

You turned at the sound of the door slamming and frowned. “Why’d he leave? I have a gift for him too.” you smiled a little awkwardly at Ricky and Bubbles. “Uh, I think he had to um, go, look at a book or something, anyways what’d you bring us Y/N?” Bubbles asked as you gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t easy for you either to see Julian, that night before you left played over in your mind a lot. 

******

15 years ago

You rode your bike down the street, the sun setting on your last few days of summer, you couldn’t wait to tell Julian, he was going to be so proud of you. You rode up to the stairs of his trailer and put on the kick stand before jogging up the stairs and letting yourself inside. “Jules? You home?” you called out, but not hearing a word. You pushed out your lips and walked toward the back where his bedroom was, “Yeah Ricky. I fuckin know. I'm nervous as hell the way it is. Dont you think I know that you fucking idiot?” He was on the phone in his bedroom. “Listen I’m busy tonight but I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Just don’t fuck up,” he hung up the phone and turned around to see you leaning on the doorway smiling softly. “Hey-how long you been standin there?” he asked as you smiled and shrugged. “Long enough to know you’re nervous about something...you two boys doin another deal?” you asked as he sat down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, what are you doin here this late?” you smiled, kissing him softly. “I have something to tell you,” you whispered against his lips. 

*****

You’d given the boys their gifts, Bubbles got a rocket ship, directly from NASA with his own spacesuit and a couple of real moon rocks and Ricky had gotten a customized glass bong. “Take care of that Ricky…..I figured you’d like it.” you laughed as they ran off starting to play with Bubbles rocket. You took this chance to slip away and go to Julians, knocking softly on the door. 

A few moments later the door opened and Julian stood there, hair wet from a shower, slicked back by the water, sweatpants hanging low on his hips with a towel around his shoulders. “Y/N. Hey, uh, what are you doin here?” he asked as you forced a smile. “Uh, I have a gift for you.” you said patting the duffle bag that hung off your shoulder. “Oh, you didn’t need to get me anything.” he said as he stepped aside and let you come in. 

Walking in, you stood awkwardly as he closed the door and moved toward the couch. “You can come sit down ya know?” he said, looking at you. You nodded and walked over sitting next to him. “Um,” you cleared your throat and dug around in the duffle bag. “Sorry, I would have wrapped it better, but I made a special stop for it.” you handed the box to him, watching him look confused, you smiled as he opened it. 

Inside, laid a very old and special bottle of Rum, Harewood Barbados 1780, to be exact. “Holy…fucking…shit.” he looked at you, a look of shock on his face. “Oh! It wasn’t a big deal….I know a guy who knows a guy,” you laughed softly. “You know someone who owns a $29,000 bottle of Rum?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you smiled bashfully. “I know two guys now who own a bottle of $29,000 Rum.” you said as he smiled watching you grab another box. “Can’t drink expensive rum without new glasses.” you said handing him the black box. 

Julian smiled down at the gifts in his lap, before the memories came rushing back. “Listen…Y/N….I meant to write back…when you wrote me that letter….I just…got busy…and I didn’t…know exactly what to say.” You shook your head waving a hand. “Not a big deal….I moved on, I’m sure you did too. We’re adults now and that was 15 years ago so, you know, what's in the past,” you said looking down. 

Julian put his gifts aside and moved closer to you. “I’ve followed your career,” he said smiling as you looked at him. “What?” you tried not to laugh. “I doubt I sing the kinda music you like,” you laughed as he did, “While that’s true, I do listen to your music. You’re talented. You always have been…” he said softly as you stared at him, “Julian…I’m sorry I left. But tomorrow I’m going to show everyone where I was raised and where I lived with my parents. And I want you and the guys to be in the video.” you smiled as he chuckled “I’m sure we can make that happen.” 

Julian got you both a drink, and you began to get caught up on each other’s lives. “See Ricky…I’m tellin you that was a genius idea.” Bubbles whispered as they peaked in Julians windows. “He’ll finally tell her after all these years.” 

You were trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard when Julian put a hand on your leg. You looked at him as he stared at you, smiling softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as you nodded. “I’ve missed you too.” A few more moments of staring at each other passed before he grabbed you and pulled you in close, kissing you deeply. 

After a few moments, Julian pulled away and sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” he got up running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” he yelled causing you to jump. “I should go.” you said quietly as you gathered your stuff and stood up. “No, please don’t go,” he sighed “just…..wait here.” he walked back to his bedroom, returning a few moments later, his signature black t-shirt clinging to the muscles that ran through his chest and stomach. “You weren’t the only one keeping a secret….” he pulled his hand out of his pocket, a black velvet box resting in his hands. “It’s nothing fancy…..I got it from Mrs. Peterson. When she died, she willed it to me, along with some money and other stuff…but….” he opened it, revealing the small, beautiful gold ring inside. The tiny cluster of diamonds sat directly in the middle. You stared down at it, unsure of what was going to happen, or what would have. “.....you….you wanted to marry me?” you whispered as he nodded. “But…then you said everything you said….and….” you looked at him, your brows pulling down together as confusion took over your face. “You lied to me didn't you?” you asked as he sighed. “I panicked, I didn't know what else to do…” you scuffed, shaking your head as you backed away and grabbed your stuff. “I can’t believe you Julian…you lied to me…you swore you never would.” you shook your head. “Whoa, you lied to me too.” Julian said as you looked appalled at him. “Are you kidding me? I didn’t lie to you, Julian. I WAS pregnant when I left. I took the damn test. And guess what? I rehearsed through the miscarriage, I performed when and where I needed to, so now I can go around and buy $30,000 bottles of Rum to impress someone I was head over heels in love with, in the hopes that I might get a tiny taste of what I used to have in life before I lost it all!” you yelled before you stormed out.

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[unhingedthirst]

Y’all I’m sick. I wanna write something.

Pls request something!! I’m begging and screaming

See my pinned post for what I write

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[waltzchristophh]

ricky lafleur x reader fluff

trailer park boys one-shot except im kind of a whore for everyone. lowkey a self insert but hey. i wrote this out on a whim knowing damn well i have multiple requests to get to. just a lil somethin to get the horny juices flowing (gross).

-based on that one episode-

your left leg hung loosely at the edge of bubbles' go-kart trailer. you blinked white sunlight into your tired brown eyes. what time was it? the memory of a frantic bubbles' dragging your drunken ass out of bed entered your mind. "wait, where are we headed bubs?" you coughed.

"ricky's gone mad! he's on his merry fuckin way to rob terry and dennis! says they owe him hash!"

"where the fuck is julian?"

"he says he's not gettin involved this time!"

"fuuuuck."

the go-kart screeched to a halt at the curb. ricky's ghastly vehicle was parked conveniently in front of a crushed trash can. "idiot."

trevor greeted you at the door with a warm smile that beamed through his pantyhose mask. you pinched his cheek and smiled back. "hey trev, where's ricky?"

"oh, uh, he's over there," trevor pointed, "ricky told us that dennis and terry robbed him, so if we rob them back it's not really stealing, we're just getting even, so we won't get in any trouble, we promise," he rambled like he rehearsed it.

sure enough there ricky was: pointing his glock at the two pantsless doofuses on the loveseat, with paper bags over their heads and their wrists bound by shoelaces.

"i told you pricks not to fuckin follow me. trevor get the fuck back over here ya idiot!"

"sorry ricky."

you scoffed.

"ricky?! i fucking knew it was you!" terry boomed.

"great now tweedledee and tweedlefuckhead know it's us."

"yo, what's good y/n," corey yelled from upstairs.

"y/n's here? shit!" dennis jerked. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ricky attacked the twin with a half-eaten pepperoni stick. "stay fuckin still shithead, they were just leavin'."

"now c'mon ricky you know this isn't right," bubbles pleaded, "you can't just,, barge into their house and steal their hash. what about jail time ricky, did ya think of that?"

"fuck- bubs, look! they fuckin' owe me and i'm not lettin that shit slide! besides, i was trying to-- fuck!"

"you were trying to what ricky?" you demanded.

"i was tryin' to require the money to take you out someplace -- nice! do you know how much of a greasy idiot i feel like takin you down to that Mcburger joint every night? it's fucked!"

while he couldn't see you through the pantyhose, your stone cold exterior softened as a gentle smile sprawled across your face. it was still way too fucking early to be getting this sentimental. your head was still raging from the drunk barbecue you guys had at randy's. fucksake, you were still in the looney toons pajamas ricky changed you into.

"fuck, ricky," you sighed.

corey descended from the stairwell with two awfully large loads of hash. he tripped on the last step and faceplanted into the hardwood. somehow, you knew he'd be alright.

"goddamnit, you know what? just leave the second bag. we're not takin' any more than what's necessity," ricky surrendered.

"well, i suppose that's a little better," said bubbles.

"fuck!" terry yelled.

"shut the fuck up!" ricky barked.

ricky nodded towards the door and everyone fled the premises.

"wait."

you freed the twins from their bounds and sat between them. "how ya doin, fellas?"

{cut to previous documentary footage}

"all dennis and terry ever ask about when they aren't talkin' hash or video games is how y/n is doin. it's y/n this, y/n that. do you think y/n likes world of warcraft? i mean, jesus!" bubbles recounted.

{back to the present}

ricky stood in the doorway scratching his head with his gun, "god damn it y/n what are ya doin?"

"well, i figure since they already know it was you arseholes that robbed 'em, i might as well try to fix this...somehow. what do ya think boys?"

dennis and terry looked at each other with anxious hesitation. dennis scratched his head and sighed, "well, i mean this was seriously fucked up."

"yeah," terry chimed in.

you settled a compassionate hand on their laps, "i know boys. i don't know what the fuck ricky was thinkin'. you think you can, uh, find it in your hearts to forgive him?"

you traced circles on terry's chest with your finger -- which elicited a scoff from ricky -- while you struggled to keep from laughing.

"i-i mean," terry started.

"we're not totally pissed," dennis finished.

"cool!"

you hooked your elbows around their necks, pulling them together in a friendly cheek-to-cheek embrace.

=========

that night, ricky took you to olive garden. he promptly abused his right to unlimited breadsticks and you couldn't stop laughing.

a short drive after dinner, the two of you settled in his car, nestled between two willow trees at the edge of a mossy cliff. your new boyfriend kissed you tenderly under the starry canadian night.

"fuck, i've always wanted to do that."

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[waltzchristophh]

being ricky's girl would include:

(ricky lafleur x reader)

think 'video games' by lana del rey

waking up first to play video games in his boxers

smoking a joint, naturally

being greeted by your lover with a sweet peck on the lips before he begins telling you about his dream

"and the fuckin saskatchewan-"

"sasquatch, ricky."

"whatever, it was fucked, y/n."

you pass the joint to start telling him about your dream while he listens carefully

he prepares breakfast for the two of you while you relax by the sofa playing mortal kombat

sunlight creeps in through your battered blinds

blues music plays faintly on the radio, adding to the soothing ambience of your shared trailer

ricky does his best to not fuck things up in general, but when he does, he wastes no time trying to make it up to you

"do you wanna get drunk with me tonight, y/n?" he asks innocently

goddamn it

you end up straddling him on the sofa, drunkenly planting soft kisses on his half-lidded eyes as he wraps his arms around you

"what would i ever do without you y/n?"

nobody asked for this i know

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