fic: i got echoes in my head (raylan/boyd)

[someotherstorm]

title: i got echoes in my head
author: someotherstorm
fandom: justified (vaguely future-ish)
pairing: raylan/boyd
rating: MA
content advisory: off-screen (off-story?) violence, biting
word count: 1400
summary: Raylan thinks he comes here for things he needs, not things he wants. He never wants to admit they’re the same thing.

AN: written for norgbelulah, because she's

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[someotherstorm]

and probably he would lean.

i bet tim would steal his hat :|

LITTLE KICKY FEET. ahhh i love rachel <333




SMILING LIKE THAT <3_<3

"Raylan I am now going to have to excuse myself from this verbal sparring match, on account of there ain't nothin' I can possibly dream up to counter the wit of 'meat god'."

[romanticalgirl]

OH GOD, TIM WOULD TOTALLY STEAL HIS HAT.

"Tim, give me back my hat."

"Nope. I'm Raylan. ::makes finger guns:: P-chew. P-chew. Howdy, ma'am." (He'd be just like the shark in Toy Story - "Hey, I'm Woody. Howdy, howdy, howdy") "P-chew".

"Deliberately understanding me doesn't make you witty, Boyd." ::tips his hat:: "Miss Ava."

[someotherstorm]

(I WILL KEEP DOING THIS UNTIL I LEAVE TO BUY CURTAINS)

"It's okay, don't worry. I'm justifiiiiiiiiied."

"no, tim, you're high :| "

"but also justifiiiiied." /finger guns again "i'm gonna get me a hat. maybe a beret."

(tim would look hot in a beret IJS. that's my other OT3, tim/boyd/raylan. IMAGINE THEM AT AN AMUSEMENT PARK TRYING TO PLAY SHARPSHOOTER GAMES they'd end up with like :| 4839432 teddy bears)

Ava: "Raylan."

Boyd: "Raylan is insulting my meat, baby."

Ava: "Now that's just funny, Raylan, given how many sandwiches with that meat I know for certain you've had."

[romanticalgirl]

(TIM IN HIS SERVICE UNIFORM UNF UNF UNF UNF UNF)

"You get yourself a beret, Tim."

"I got a beret. It's green. P-chew p-chew. Heeeeeey, Miss Rachel. Can interest you in a tum...tumu...tumultuous affair at some point?"

(OH MY GOD, THAT WOULD BE AMAZING)

Raylan: "And I'm sure you well know, Ava, that lately my tastes have changed."

Ava: "You keep tellin' yourself that, Raylan, but I'm pretty sure when it comes down to it, you can take the boy out of Kentucky, but you never get him over home cookin'." (heee, that made it just go to a kind of incesty place)

[someotherstorm]

(GOD HE'S PRETTY >>)

Rachel: "Probably. We'll see how you look in that beret."

(RIGHT? AMAZING. they would hand out the bears to kids. i bet Tim would win.)

(why go out at all....etc etc)

SEE THEN THIS FIC I AM WRITING RIGHT NOW WITH BOYD AND AVA GETTING RAYLAN TO COME OVER TO DINNER TO SEDUCE HIM HAPPENS. see thank you >>

[romanticalgirl]

Tim would totally win. They'd be like Santa Claus, walking around the Harlan Fair with bags of teddy bears, passing them out to the kids. Tim would sit on this table and the kids would come up to him, and Boyd and Raylan would be hanging back, licking ice cream cones and watching, all hot eyes and possession, waiting for dark and hidden corners and pressing Tim against metal poles with both of them touching and nuzzling him until he was weak-kneed and begging.

la la la.

[someotherstorm]

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[romanticalgirl]

HA! Now you know how I feel when I read your fic. LOL.

[someotherstorm]

NO NOW YOU KNOW WHY I WANT YOU TO WRITE JUSTIFIED :D :D :D

[norgbelulah]

Yeah. You should come write fic.

[someotherstorm]

RIGHT