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Leverage | Barry Berkman x Reader

The weight of his bag pulling down on his shoulder, Barry pushed the key into the lock, turning the knob to his apartment with ease before slipping through and kicking the door closed with the side of his boot. “Hey…! I’m sorry I’m late I stopped by the store to grab some coffee–” He called out from the hallway, expecting for you to answer back from your computer or even greet him. However, when he looked up towards the end of the hall, silence, and the lack of you, instead greeted him. “Y/n?” He called again. Maybe she has her earphones in. He then thought, temporarily pulling the nervousness from his throat, its coils slithering around his fingertips.

He turned the corner with hurried steps, nervousness making the blood in his face rush to his chest. 

“Hey, Barry!” 

Barry stopped abruptly, not even having to look from the empty chair of your desk to know that it was Fuches. When he turned to him, his eyes were wide and his lips had begun to pull over his clenched teeth. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He hissed back at Fuches, who sat on the edge of your side of the bed, an item of your clothing bunched in his fist. “Where’s Y/n?”

“I came to talk to you about your next hit.” 

“I told you no and I fucking meant it.” Barry spat out his words, clenching his fists by his sides before looking around the room. Turning his head back, he saw Fuches lift your clothing to his nose, inhaling a deep breath laced with your perfume. Barry lunged at him, snatching the fabric, shaking with rage. "I don’t work for you anymore.”

Old wounds scabbed over, the last time he had seen Barry, they were in a tight bind with the mob. How they escaped, well, that was all due to Barry. That night when he came home, broken and bruised with tears flooding his eyes as he saw you for the first time since the thought of losing you had first infected his thoughts, was the night he restarted. He had called Fuches, telling him he was done. No more jobs, no more hits. Nonetheless, Fuches had called him two weeks later with a proposition. The same proposition being pushed at him now.

“Once you do this job–this ONE job–Barry! We’ll be rich! You can finally have a life, you can disappear. You can finally escape anything and everyone you’ve been ru-”

“Fuches just tell me where Y/n is, please. Come on. Please. Where is she–” Barry had lifted his palms to his face, his fingers rubbing his eyes and temples. A sigh leaving his lips while he shook his head towards the ground, Fuches sensed the desperation in his tone and thought perhaps he could use it to send Barry against the edge. “Please… Fuches, I don’t care what games you’re playing, just tell me where she is.”

“I’m sorry, Barry. But you left me no choice.” Fuches stood up, walking to the hallway when Barry dropped his hands to his sides. 

His rage becoming fury, and terror, when Fuches had become in reach, Barry threw his hands out, grabbing the man and slamming him against the wall. His hand wrapping around his throat. “B-Barry come o-come on, sh-she ca-”

“WHERE. IS. SHE. WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE, FUCHES!” Barry screamed, throwing Fuches to the ground. He coughed, gulping in air, and groaned due to the harshness of his landing. He always forgot how strong Barry was, due to his lanky figure and how he slumped his shoulders. 

“Barry-” He coughed again. Barry rushed at him again, as if to beat him bloody, but before that fear could manifest itself into reality within the second it took Barry to reach him, Fuches raised his hands. “B-Barry she’s fine! SHE’S FINE! Please! Jesus fucking christ, Barry.” 

Above him, Barry let out a huff, his heart pounding. “Tell me where the fuck she is, Fuches.” 

“She went to the store! She went to the store, okay? I got her to leave so I could talk to you in peace. God fucking dammit. She’s FINE! Alright?” Fuches began to push himself from the carpet when Barry reached down and hauled him to his feet. Nearly dragging him through the hallway and to the door, Fuches fell against the door and grunted, cursing under his breath. “Wait-Wait, Barry come on, buddy, she’s okay, you know–”

“I need you to leave.” Barry cut him off, pushing him to the side so he could swing the door open. “Don’t you dare fucking co-”

“Barry!”

“GO!” 

With that, Barry slammed the door behind Fuches, who hesitated in the hallway. His footsteps thudding away from Barry’s apartment, he listened for a second then fumbled for his phone. Patting down the pockets of his jacket, finally, Barry pulled it from his black jeans and speed-dialed your number. 

“Hey, Bear.” 

“Y/n?” Relief made his voice wobble, weak. His knees crumbling, Barry slid against the wall to the floor and hugged himself, his forehead resting in his palm. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Where are you?”

“Oh! Fuches stopped by, but we were out of coffee so I picked some up. I’m almost home. Are you okay?” 

“Can you hurry? I mean–” He cursed, feeling tears sting his eyes. “When can you get here?” 

“Bear, you’re scaring me. Are you okay?”

“Ye-Yeah-yeah I’m… I’m fine I just need… I need you to come home.” 

“I’m 5 minutes away, okay?” You picked up on the urgency and obliged, no questions asked. “I love you, Bear, you know that, right?” 

“Yea-Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I love you.”

The line went dead. Barry dropped his phone to the floor, immediately hiding his face in his hands as the worry melted away from him. In the next moment, however, his tears smeared against his fingers and dripped from his chin. His sobs growing louder, choking him, until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

Exactly 5 minutes later, you opened the door, skidding to a stop from your run. Gulping down air and seeing Barry on the floor, you dropped the bag of groceries you had been holding in the crook of your elbow and hurried towards him. His face red and his eyes blurry, sniffling, Barry grabbed at you; pulling you into his lap so your arms around his neck and he could bury his face in your chest. Brushing his hair back, slowing his cries, he shook against you, trembling, but okay. “Hey, hey Bear… Bear, look at me. Barry.” You slipped your hands to his neck, brushing your knuckles against his jaw as he lifted his chin. Allowing you to cup his face in your palms. A simple act, but one that made his cheeks warm and his heartbeat heavy. “I’m here. I’m okay. I got you.” 

He gave a weak nod, his bottom lip trembling. He hugged you again. 

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INTERRUPTIONS | Barry Berkman x Reader

The stage lights shone down on the stage with a hue of orange and yellow. From the audience, where the lights dimmed just enough for you to see where your feet rested against the shallow walkway, you sat against the creaking, old theatre seats with the stiff cushions and held your boyfriend’s script in your hands. Flipping through it, you marked for him where he skipped over or changed a line with a black pen. Readjusting your position, you then looked back to the stage, giving a small smile of reassurance to Barry, who stood by a crafted wall, his shoulder propped against it and his arms crossed. Thinking back to the previous night while you had been sitting in bed, waiting for him while he practiced his lines by pacing, stuttering and cursing, spending hours on end fiddling with how to say a six-word sentence, there was something else about seeing him on stage with the costume on, speaking words of which held meanings you weren’t familiar with nor had ever heard him use, that made your heart squeeze in your chest. He was a decent actor, certainly not the worst, but also not the best.

“Are you alright, Father?”

You lifted your pen, reading ahead to the next line as Barry spoke it.

“Oh, don’t call me that—“ Your eyes widening at the suggestive context, suddenly lifting your gaze with a deep blush blotching on your cheeks, your gaze met Barry’s. He finished the line more-so directed at you than anyone else, the facade of his acting falling away. “And act like it doesn’t turn you on.” Squeezing your jaw, you blinked, shaking your head and looking down for a moment before seeing that although you had looked away, and even though the rehearsal had continued, Barry’s attention remained on you, until his stage partner—a new girl who had transferred from another company, who was at everyone’s wits’ ends—practically yelled her next line and his cue to get back on track.

When the lights through the theatre burst and illuminated the space, exposing the audience to the stage, you cleared your throat, shoving Barry’s papers in your purse and gathering your things. He kept turning his head to look at you, trying to pay attention to Gene; nonetheless, you raised your eyebrows at him, as if to ask, well, are you coming?

Barry opened his mouth, frantically trying to decide what to do, his eyes widening with realization as to what was happening while you slipped from your seat and disappeared down the hall, into the lobby. “S-Sorry, Sorry.” He finally pushed from his lips, nearly tripping off the backstage and stumbling through all of the props that blocked his way.

Gene, especially, watched with incredible confusion as Barry ran through the hall, following you through the door. Muttering, “what the fuck is their deal?” While lifting his arms in exaggeration, the script bent and scribbled on between his crumpling grip. The rest of the students blew it off, their attention remaining on Gene such as faithful servants, awaiting their well-deserved criticism while you threw the door open to the women’s bathroom, spinning on your heels and pacing, waiting, your hands in your hair.

Barry followed suit only a few seconds later, his back slamming against the door, shutting it before his fingers fumbled with the lock. You walked towards him with hurried strides, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before he could do anything else. Falling away from the door, his palm around the back of your neck; pulling you into a deeper, more eager kiss that made shivers run up your spine, you tripped over your feet as he pushed you back, his frame acting as an anchor for you to cling to. “B-Barry!” You gasped, his arms swooping under your legs. Hauling you between him and the wall, your legs clasped tightly around his waist, you giggled slightly, intoxicated by the way his jaw felt under your fingertips, the scruff of his facial hair, the way his cheeks were warm and how you could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of the black button-down shirt he had tucked into a pair of black pants. “You were so hot—up there…” You breathed out, throwing your head back against the wall when Barry began to kiss your throat, the wetness of his tongue and sharpness of his teeth leaving blooming bruises you didn’t think about the obviousness of at that moment. Burying your hands in his hair, giving gentle tugs, the two of you moved against each other, kissing, your breath shallow and hard, until Barry walked you over to the sinks, placing you on the edge and standing between your legs. Your hands falling from him, you attempted to grab onto the cold porcelain, slipping with a yelp before he grabbed you, keeping you upright and kissing you again. You smiled against his teeth and muttered a small “thank you, father,” you weren’t sure he heard before slipping your fingers under the clerical white collar of his priest outfit. While you unbuttoned his shirt, Barry then got to work on your jeans, sloppy kisses shared between muttered curses of frustration when the fabric of clothing just wouldn’t give.

It all seemed to be going well, the two of you on your way to fulfilling the desires that pooled at the bottom of your belly and made your sex throb, sensitive and in heat, giving into the fantasies that plagued your ability to really focus on the play from the start, when the lock on the door jiggled and the sound of protests sounded in the lobby.

“Fuck!” Barry hissed. Your hand coming to his mouth, his hands planted on either side of your waist, you lowered your knees from his hips, fighting back the laughter that bubbled in your chest. “I swear to fucking god.” He shook his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking in your scent.

“Oh my gosh—I’m s-so sorry, I must have accidentally locked it! I’ll be right there! Let me just finish up!” You yelled, satisfying the muffled voice on the other side and subduing their thoughts to get Gene’s set of keys. Pushing Barry away, he held onto you while you jumped from the sink countertops, twisting his fingers in your shirt and giving a small whine. You let out a grumble, but swallowed your own frustrations and continued to resort to the plan you hoped would work. “Barry, just-just stand on one of the toilets and hide until they leave. Okay? Okay.” You pushed him into the last stall, the handicapped one, hoping then they wouldn’t be able to see him or simply wouldn’t care to test the handle.

“Y/n—“

“Go!”

Turning back to face you, suddenly, Barry’s hand slipped around your jaw. His fingers pressing into your cheeks, you stared up at him, practically melting to the floor as the way he looked at you—with wild eyes, his hair sticking up and falling over his forehead, disheveled—made your skin feel like it was on fire. God, how you wished you had more time. You wanted him right then and there. You wanted to feel him, to touch him, to feel him handle you and put you where he needed—you wanted to please him. But with a harsh breath, you knew that now, as another knock sounded against the door, was not the time. “Promise me this isn’t finished.”

“Of course not. Now-“

“I swear to god, please.”

“What, you want me to get on my knees and confess my soul to you? Fucking get in there, and shut up.”

“I-“

You pulled the door shut in front of him, cutting him off and only hurrying to the door as soon as you heard the lock click into place, preventing the door from revealing Barry, who then stood on the toilet and hunched against the wall, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and cursing under his breath as he felt his erection press into his abdomen.

Flushing one of the toilets during your rush to the door, you unlocked it and swung it open, allowing for a thousand apologies to blurt from your mouth before slipping back out to the lobby and hurriedly fixing yourself up. Walking back into the theatre, you smoothed out the wrinkles in your pants and returned to your seat. Gene walked past you. “Where’s Barry?”

“He’s-“ You looked behind your shoulder as if to check. But you knew exactly what he was doing, or rather, what he was trying to resist doing. “He’s coming.”

“He better be.” Gene huffed, then calling a “tight ten” to the students who watched from the stage while moving up the stairs to his office.

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Comfort | Barry Berkman x Reader

Knuckles bruised and crusting with smeared blood, Barry closed the door behind him, a shooting headache throbbing at his temples. His face tingling with the sensation of a thousand needles, he paused to lower his face into his palm; the silence sinking over him and the air in his lungs escaping from his lips until they burned and contracted with emptiness. 

His touch grazing over the deep cut on his forehead that had finally begun to scab over, once his hand had dropped back to his side, he slumped his bag from his shoulder and walked around the corner of his apartment, the one that separated the bedroom from the hallway. 

Through the darkness, under the light that shone through the cracked window, he could make out the dimly illuminated silhouette of your figure, tucked under the warmth of the heavy sheets. Safe. A hint of a small smile tugged at Barry’s lips, despite the pain that radiated up his spine and through his shoulders due to the bruises that had blotched his skin. 

Stiffness slowing his movements, he tugged his shirt over his head in an effort to get ready to join you–however, before he could do so, the side lamp flickered on and you met his gaze, his name spilling into the air when you inhaled, seeing the shape he was in, exposed.

“B-Barry–” You looked him over, a wild expression settling over your features. You had heard him come through the door, your vision having focused once you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Now, propped on your elbow, your jaw dropped with concern. “–oh my god,” you choked, watching as an immediate weakness pulled down at his frame. 

Standing well over six feet with lanky arms and sharpness to his frame, Barry stared back at you, tears welling in his eyes. Seeing this, you threw the sheets from your legs and crawled to the edge of the bed, your fingers pushing down on the mattress and your body settling onto your knees. Barry responded by walking towards you and letting you take him into your hold, your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down with his figure hunching so he could press his face into the crook of your neck. Turning your cheek against his face, you could him relax slightly against you, the heat of his body radiating into yours. 

One hand at your side, the other rested against the bed by your thigh, Barry began to slowly lowered himself onto the mattress so you laid half beneath his weight, half next to him. Your legs tangling with his, coaxing the soreness from his bones, it was replaced by exhaustion. 

His tears soaking into the shirt you had stolen from him, the fabric sticking to your skin, you brushed your fingers through his hair and began to whisper soft words into his ear, careful to hold him as not to bother any unseen wounds you thought to yourself that you’d treat in the morning. Finally, his sniffles slowing, while rubbing small circles into the tense muscle of his back, you asked, “are you okay?” with a quiet, hesitance that Barry detected. You swallowed anything else you were going to say with a thick lump forming in your throat. 

Barry’s voice tremored with the tears that turned his cheeks a glistening pink and blurred his vision, burning the corners of his eyes. 

“I don’t think so.” 

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If barry berkman kills me do NOT prosecute him because he caught ME slipping!!! That is on me!

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[barryxberkman]

sir that’s my emotional support depressed hitman actor guy who just wants to make friends and build a happy life but just can’t seem to stop killing people!

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All the Time (Barry x Reader)

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-REQUESTS OPEN-

Word Count: 2224

Warnings: none

Summary: THERE’S. ONLY. ONE. BED. 

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Personally, you didn’t understand why Gene insisted on this trip, other than to make more money from the class. It honestly felt childish, sitting on a bus with your acting class, your best friend Barry sitting next to you. It felt nice though, simpler. 

“Where do you think we’re going?” Barry interrupted your thoughts and shot you a curious glance. 

“I’m not sure, but I WILL bet you fifteen bucks that it’s a museum and somehow there’s a picture of Gene in it.” you said, smiling at him.

“What?” Barry was taken aback “No way! How could Mr. Cousineau get his picture in a museum?” he asked

“So you take the bet?” you retorted, raising your eyebrows.

He hesitated but reached out his hand, you shook it.

“You’re on.” he said.

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Walk Home// Barry Berkman Fluff

[fangirl-imagines]

Originally posted by aphroditzys

You never should have told Sally that you had a crush on the new guy.

As soon as you confessed to her your small crush she got an excited grin on her face at the thought of playing match maker. Sally never passed up an opportunity to be in control of something. And much to your horror she quickly jumped into her role as cupid. She made it her own personal mission to have the two of you spend as much time together as possible, from banning together with the rest of your acting class to make sure you and Barry were always partnered together for scenes and improve, to not-at-all subtly trying to force conversation between you and Barry. 

“Oh, Barry have you seen the new Stephen King movie yet? Y/N was just telling me how much she wants to see it. You like horror movies too don’t you?” 

You could have killed her for that. Just like you were currently debating on whether or not you should kill her as you found yourself walking home from the bar alone with Barry by your side. 

“Sorry about Sally by the way. She was supposed to be my ride and all but…”

“No, its fine. I’ve actually never seen her that drunk before.”

“Yeah she’s uh, had a bad week I guess. I know you probably had better things to do with your night though.”

“No. No, I’m-,No, this is nice.”

He nodded but said nothing else, looking away from you and keeping his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. You bit your lip and looked at the ground. You had decided you were going to kill Sally. 

“You look really nice tonight by the way.”

You looked up in surprise, your eyes widening slightly. He spoke quickly, his words running together slightly so that it took you a second to process them. 

“Oh, um, thank you.” You were glad it was dark so that he couldn’t see you blushing at such a simple compliment. You tugged self consciously at the ends of your sleeves and cleared your throat. “Have you decided what you’re going to do for your next scene?”

“I’m not really sure. I’m having trouble deciding on anything.”

“Me too.” You took a deep breath. “Maybe we can do a scene together then? If neither of us can decide on one?”

“Yeah! Yes, that would be cool. I mean uh-, that’s a good idea.” He nodded eagerly causing you to smile. 

He had a nice smile when he was relaxed. 

“Well, this is me.” You stopped in front of your building, smiling gently. 

“Oh, okay.” He frowned slightly, “Well, I guess I’ll see you in class.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you in class.” You nodded. 

The two of you stood there staring at each other, waiting for someone to move. 

“Well goodnight.” 

He turned and started back in the direction the two of you just came from. You’re not sure what made you say it but you weren’t ready for him to leave quite yet. 

“Thanks again! I’ll be sure and let Sally know you got me home okay.”

He stopped walking and turned back to look at you. “No probl-, Wait, uh, why would you tell Sally?”

“Well I’m sure it will win you some points with her. Making sure her friend got home okay? Girls love that kind of stuff.”

He shook his head in confusion and you sighed, not really wanting to spell it out for him but realizing you didn’t really have a choice. 

“She’ll say yes you know? If you ask her out. She’d be an idiot not to.”

His eyes widened slightly and he quickly crossed the distance back to you. “Wait you think I like Sally?” His hands came out of his jacket pockets to rub the back of his neck. 

“Well, don’t you?”

“No! I don’t, I’m not interested in Sally.” He stared at you hard and you felt your heart stop a little. 

“Oh.” 

“Look, do you maybe want to get dinner some time? Like just the two of us?”

You were pretty sure your brain short circuited there for a second because the next thing you asked was “Like a date?”

“Only if you want to-”

“Yes!” You cleared your throat, feeling embarrassed by your own eagerness. “I’d love to.” You spoke more calmly this time but you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face that threatened to split it in two.

Barry smiled back at you and nodded, “Okay, I’ll call you then and we can figure out the details.” 

“Okay.” You smiled and feeling a surge of unfamiliar braveness you pushed up on your toes and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “Goodnight Barry.”

He stared at you wide eyed. “Goodnight.”

You slipped into your building and left him standing outside before you could do anything you’d regret. 

Maybe you wouldn’t kill Sally after all. 

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Dating Barry Berkman Would Include…

[fangirl-imagines]

A/N: I feel like I have thoroughly disappointing Bill Hader in writing this. If he wants us to dislike Barry so much than why is Barry so baby? Sorry Bill!

• He sees you in acting class for the first time and just stops. He suddenly has sweaty palms and doesn’t know what to say or where to put his arms at all. He just knows he thinks you’re beautiful and doesn’t know what to do with this new feeling. 
• He’d try and push his self into your friend group a little but not in a creepy way. You mostly hung out with people from class anyway and he was always invited as a part of the class. But he would always try and sit next to you even if he didn’t say much. 
• You would strike up a conversation with him though and he wouldn’t know what to say at first because of how nervous you made him but he would get more relaxed the longer the two of you talked until he eventually was laughing with you and starting conversations all by himself.
• For a while he was in love more with the idea of you than anything. A sweet, beautiful girl in his acting class. One who he could have a normal life with. But once he really gets to know you he is head over heals for you. 
• He’s very cautious of your boundaries and tries to let you set the pace of your relationship, not wanting to push you too hard or scare you away.
• He most certainly is the jealous type. He’s pretty insecure and he is convinced you can do better than him so he worries that you’ll meet someone else who’s not so broken. 
• He not controlling or anything he just starts to worry when he sees someone trying to flirt with you, something your often oblivious too. He will step in if he thinks the guy is making you uncomfortable though, even though Barry is usually overreacting.
• You have to reassure him often that you’re not going anywhere and that you don’t think there is anyone better for you than him. 
• He’s also very protective of you, you’re the most important person to him and he’ll do anything to keep you safe. 
• He’ll always make you sure you get into your place okay when he takes you home, likes to check in with you at night just to know you’re safe, and most importantly will try and keep you as separated from his other life as possible.
• He’ll always be there when you need him to be your shoulder to cry on but don’t expect him to always know what to say. He not very good at voicing his emotions all the time which can be frustrating but is something you’ll have to get use to. 
• You’re each others biggest supporters when it comes to acting and are always there to cheer each other on and help each other practice lines for auditions.
• He always tells you that you were great and generally believes it even when you thought you were terrible. 
• He lives for your excited phone calls after he has an audition in which he can practically feel you smiling on the other end and insisting he tell you all about it. 
• Touch starved Barry! 
• He is very touch started after so many years alone and living such a hard, violent life so at first he’s not sure how to react any affection you give him after a while he completely relaxes into it and can’t get enough.
• You’re happy to oblige, constantly holding his hand, hugging him, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek, etc. 
• Being there for Barry when he has nightmares, which are frequent and often having him waking up more than once at night in a panic. 
• He tries not to wake you up but he usually does by accident. 
• When this happens you’ll make him a warm drink and try and get him to talk about it. 
• Sometimes he will (leaving out the gory details and editing out anything related to his job as much as he can) but other times he won’t want to talk about it. 
• When he wants to talk about it you’ll stay up with him and listen until he doesn’t want to talk about it again. 
• If he doesn’t want to talk then you’ll turn on some bad late night television and just cuddle him until he falls back asleep. 
• You become expert over time at what he needs from you to calm him down when he’s in a panic. Most of the time its soft, reassuring touches and just listening to whatever he needs to tell you, whatever horror he went through that breaks your heart to hear, and reminding him that he’s the best person you know. 
• He doesn’t always believe you when you tell him he’s a good person but it’s important for him to hear you say it anyway. 
• Knowing how much he’s been through, (when really you don’t even know the half of it) you always try and do little sweet things for him in your relationship that he was deprived of for so long. 
• I.E. Leaving him sweet notes around his apartment, good morning text messages, setting up cheesy dates to the pier, wearing his favorite color sweater to make him smile, getting him a cake for his birthday, asking him to spend holidays with you, etc.
• He loves when you call him sweet nicknames. It makes him blush like crazy which is why you do it. You love how he blushes and smiles when you call him love or baby.
• It becomes pretty obvious that you have him wrapped around your finger. He would do anything to make you happy because you mean the world to him so you’re careful not to abuse this. 

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Insomnia - Barry Berkman Blurb

[spellbound-banshee]

Summary: You call Barry with a case on insomnia.

Warnings: fluff, insomnia, self deprecation, swearing, platonic relationship

Pairing: Barry Berkman x Reader

A/N: I just finished the entire show of Barry in one week and I already love Bill Hader so I just HAD to write this.

“You can call me whenever you want.”
“Is this okay?”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Barry groaned as he heard his cell-phone ring just as his head hit the pillow. He’d just gotten back from another dispute with Fuches, icing his hand on the way back in the car as he sped away from his hotel. He was definitely about to hang up on whoever was calling him at this ungodly hour, but he saw a number that wasn’t already in his contacts - but it was the same area code.

“Hello?” He greeted with caution after he pressed the accept button, sitting up in the bed slightly.

“Hey, is this Barry?” Came a soft yet scratchy voice over the phone, he could tell he recognized it though.

“Uh… can I ask who’s speaking?”

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attraction ~ barry berkman;barry

[storiesforallfandoms]

word count: 2767

request?: yes!

“If requests are open, can you do a Barry Berkman x demisexual!reader? Idk you can choose how they meet but I don’t really want her to be affiliated with the acting class or as a hitwoman and that. But all I know is I want Barry fluff and some representation”

description: when his friends try to make fun of his “sexless relationship”, he stands up for his girlfriend

pairing: barry berkman x female!reader

warnings: swearing, barry’s “friends” are disrespectful towards the reader’s sexuality before barry puts them in their place

masterlist (one, two, three)

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