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justonemorechapternicercy · 2 years

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PCPWeek Day 3 - Scars

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⚠️ Warnings: yandere, kidnapping

It took until the fourth one to connect the dots. Hearing his mother's voice, calling him to go to the living room, to watch the news…

Hearing the news reporter saying, "Another student went missing from Stony Brook University. Tom Payne, 18, is suspected to be gone since Tuesday. He was the fourth student to go missing in this university, and up until now authorities are still trying to catch the perpetrator…"

It all clicked.

Tom Payne, 18, majoring in marine biology, silver medal swimmer-

The guy, who asked him out on a date, then before they could have agreed on a day that was working for the both of them, ghosted him.

No. Not ghosted him. He went missing.

Just like Kate Spencer, James Reed and Anne Bancroft did, soon after they told him they were attracted to him, and wanted to date him.

The common point between these seemingly very different people was - besides all being SUNY students -, him.

Of course, there could have been another common factor, or it could have been a weird coincidence, but as a demigod, he was too attuned to this kind of weirdness that he knew he was right. Once again something bad was happening, and he, Percy Jackson was in the middle of it.

The ring of his monster-proof cell phone brought him back to reality. The news was over, but his mother was sending him anxious looks from the kitchen. She also suspected something weird was happening, weirder than four college kids' random disappearances, and ever since he was the missing person the news was talking about, she took things even more seriously.

"Hey, I just heard. Are you okay? You weren't attacked right?" The worried voice of Nico warmed his heart, never getting quite used to the fact that now they had a working, close relationship. He noticed his mother perking up, obviously hearing Nico through the phone, ready to hear if they knew something more than the media. If it was god-related. Well, and because she had a soft spot for Nico. She liked his friends well enough, but she never failed to make it clear that gods didn't have DNS, so they weren't really cousins.

Percy could barely hide his blush, just by thinking about it. His mom was right, and Percy wouldn't have cared about it either, but the 'You are not my type' still resonated in his ears. There was no point in wishing for more.

Maybe for the better, because if what Percy suspected was true - Nico might have also been in danger if the perpetrator knew about him.

"Yes, no, I'm fine. Just… poor Tom. He was such a good guy," he sighed. He might not have felt anything for him, just wanting to date him because he felt like he should, but he liked him. They were both on the swim team, all of their classes were together, and they were on friendly terms. It was hard to imagine him gone. Dead, probably.

With demigods, there was always an underlying threat in their lives. If they went outside of Camp Half-Blood, or New Rome, there was a chance they would never get back. But with mortals? With mortals, Percy never really expected to be the one surviving their friendships. And now he lived through four. He wasn't kidding himself that they were alive.

"Did you know him?" Nico asked, something strange resonating in his voice.

"Yeah… I… I knew all of them. I was the closest to him, though," Percy confessed. Sally stopped at the vegetable chopping, staring at him with concern, horror on her face.

"What? Percy!" She shouted, as did Nico. "What do you mean? You never mentioned that you knew them," she demanded.

"I didn't connect it before. I mean, I know a lot of people in the uni, with the classes, swimming team, volunteer work, and the study groups, so I didn't find it odd. But… Okay, so, all of the four of them had confessed to me not long before they went missing."

It was so silent that they could have heard it even if a pin dropped.

"Oh, gods," his mother sobbed.

"Did they?" Nico whispered, something dark in his voice, but before Percy could question the strange comment, Nico stated what the three of them were thinking about. "So it might have connected to you. Fuck."

"Yeah… my thoughts exactly."

"Okay, listen to me," Nico said. "Don't try to find them, okay? Don't go around, trying to find clues, or don't talk to people. Preferably, don't even go outside, or just come back to camp…" Before he could finish it, Percy cut him off.

"I'm not going to sit on my ass and do nothing while my friends are going missing!"

"Perseus Jackson!" His mother shouted, slamming the knife down on the counter. "This is the matter for the police! Whoever did this, might be coming for you, and while I can't do anything against the whims of gods, mortal matters are different!"

"Listen to your mother, you can't do anything about this. Do you want me to visit you? Maybe if I…"

"NO!" Percy shouted before Nico could finish his offer.

"Ah," the son of Hades breathed, and Percy knew by the sound of that little noise that he hurt the other.

"No, it's not because I don't want to see you! It's just… if whoever is doing this is targeting my friends, people who are close to me, I don't want to paint a bullseye on your back!" Percy explained, and Sally nodded. Of course, she understood.

"Percy…" Nico started, but then sighed and continued differently. "Okay. But please, don't do anything stupid. Don't try to play detective. Monsters may be scared of you by now, but humans don't know you. I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me, you won't do anything."

Percy didn't want to lie, not to her mother, not to Nico.

But he said, "Okay. I promise."

-*-*-*-

He was a lying liar who lied.

He did something stupid, obviously.

He went to look after clues, obviously.

He got into trouble, obviously. Just not into the trouble he was expecting. It was… he was not sure what he was expecting, but it was definitely something human, something ordinary, something that he could fight off alone-

It was not that.

"You sure it's… he might… the gods?" Snippets of conversation caught his ears as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was trying to remember what happened after he reconstructed what happened to Tom on the day he disappeared, but it was hard to get a good grasp on his memories.

Heavy eyelids fluttering, he could only catch blurry glimpses of the place he was and the people he was with, but everything felt fami-

Oh.

Oh, gods.

His heart lurched in his chest, the world turned around in front of him. It was not happening. He felt like he was floating, but his limbs felt like granite, too heavy, too rigid. Budging them even for an inch was too much work, too difficult. Everything felt dream-like, surreal, like a fantasy, but he knew it was real.

The prick of a needle, the little scar it left on his skin was real.

They were real.

"Percy! Ah, finally you are awake!" Drew beamed, caressing his tangled hair, and Percy let her. If he'd had enough energy, he would have snorted - it's not like he had the strength to even move his head, what else could have he done then let her?

"Perce?" Nico appeared in his vision. "How are you feeling? The drug we used should have dampened your powers, but if you feel sick, we can give you something to counter the side effects." The son of Hades cupped Percy's face, and he let it. He let everything. The drug's effects were wearing off, but the powerlessness wasn't because of that. He, himself, felt bereft, useless.

"Shh, it's okay. You are safe with us. We are not a threat to you, we just had to make sure you don't get into any troubles," Nico explained. "You broke your promise to me," he sighed, disappointed and betrayed, and Percy was thrown back to the time when he had to tell a cute little child that his sister was dead, that he couldn't keep his promise.

"I'm sorry," he whined.

"Oh, Perce… It's okay. It's okay, we got you now. From now on, we will take care of you!"

"Of course, we will!" Drew chimed in. The two of them were caressing him, gently, lovingly, nothing like how they must have dealt with the four college kids. But their eyes were devouring him, burning him alive. "We tried to do it from the shadows, but we should have expected that you would get into trouble without us. We know you, it's not your fault that you wanted to be the big hero we all know you are." She said all of it with complete sincerity, the usual contempt on her face gone, only fondness shown. Blood rushed to his face, and he felt he was the worst person in this world. They killed at least four people, and kidnapped him-

Yet he still wanted their approval. Their attention.

Their love.

He always felt something for Nico, something unexplainable attraction, something that went beyond friendship, kinship, everything. And since Nico and Drew became almost inseparable - after almost a year of passive-aggressivity -, he started to become so fond of her too. She was bitchy and sometimes cruel, sure, but also honest and dependable. She was nothing like Piper painted her to be; she was just broken. Just like Nico.

Just like Percy.

Maybe that was why it seemed obvious now...

"She is right, we'll be so good for you," Nico said, mindlessly drawing figures on Percy's chest. "Will you let us love you? Take care of you? Adore you and spoil you?"

Percy swallowed, hard, a sound stuck in his throat. He wanted to protest, he wanted to deny, he wanted to run away-

But he nodded. He was selfish.

But that was okay. After all, they all deserved to be selfish.

Heat filled him, unbearable heat that could only be quenched by their touches.

"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, please."

"It's going to be so much fun!" Drew smiled with too many teeth. It should have been threatening, but all he could feel was affection for her, for her fierceness, for these two crazy people he loved so much.

He felt like Alice, jumping into the hole after the curious little white bunny who offered something new, something exciting. And like Alice, he didn't care about the possible dangers - he threw himself into the hole, bravely, gladly.

#pcpweek2022 #percy jackson #nico di angelo #drew tanaka #nicercy #percico #percy x drew #pjo ficlet #yandere #pjo

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jackjolene · 2 years

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BioShock/Sinking City: Building a Life on the Surface

I’ve been planning on continuing my series of Sinking Cities headcanons, by making it into a crossover between it and the BioShock games. I’ve been sitting on this post for months, and I finally found the inspiration to finish writing it and post it.

The inspiration for this crossover came from these little Easter eggs: In BioShock 2, there are references that point to it being a Lovecraftian universe. In There’s Something in the Sea, one of the Little Sisters was kidnapped from Innsmouth. And in The Sinking City, there’s a reference to a “Z.H. Comstock”, who is fittingly a member of the KKK.

Note, this will include my headcanons on Jackabeth, the ship between Jack and Elizabeth. Basically, Jack brought Elizabeth back from the dead using the sample of her hair and the prototype Vita-Chamber in Suchong’s secret lab.

After escaping from Rapture before Dr. Sofia Lamb’s take over, Jack, Elizabeth, Tenenbaum, and the forty former Little Sisters they saved began the long sea voyage to the States using some modified bathyspheres. They made landfall on the coast of Massachusetts, near a city by the name of Oakmont.

While trying to get on their feet in the strange new city, they meet an older man by the name of Charles Reed, a now-retired private investigator. He is somehow able to sense that they’ve been through a lot and offers his aid via the connections he’s made among the city’s elite.

Jack is able to get a job as the keeper of the Grimhaven Bay Lighthouse. Elizabeth moves in with him, as do the five former Little Sisters that finished off Fontaine and saved him: Masha, Leta, Sally, Daisy, and Annabelle (the latter two couldn’t remember their names, so Elizabeth picked two names for them). The rest of the girls were taken to a local orphanage, with Tenenbaum tagging along to continue helping them (and to keep an eye on the orphanage staff).

Along with being a lighthouse keeper and making sure that incoming ships had a beacon to follow in the darkest of nights and storms, Jack has a side gig as a amateur mechanic, his hacking skills helping greatly with the work. In his spare time, he takes up photography as a hobby, helps Tenenbaum at the orphanage with the girls, or spends time with Elizabeth (who he calls “Liz” to her delight) and their adopted girls.

When not helping Jack with the lighthouse or Tenenbaum with the still-orphaned girls, Elizabeth works at the Oakmont University Library as the assistant of the librarian, Joy Hayden Reed, Charles’ wife. With her whole life now ahead of her, Elizabeth intends to go to Oakmont University and use her knowledge of quantum physics to earn a physics degree.

Both Jack and Liz learn the ins and outs of Oakmont from Charles, who comes to be something of a father figure to them both, especially Liz. Just as the Seed connected him to a world beyond imagining and horror, so too as the ADAM in their plasmids and gene tonics. As such, they are able to use the phone booths scattered throughout Oakmont to teleport around the city, and facing off against the denizens of the city’s dark underbelly allows them to evolve and become stronger yet.

Despite its recovery from the “Storm” in the 1920s and its current status as a tourist attraction, the “Venice of North America” is hiding a very dark side. Its history is full of blood, secrets, and dark magics. Strange shapes can be seen in the canals at night, cultists meet in basements and secret rooms, and monsters, both Human and otherwise, prowl the dark places.

Oakmont is not the ideal place to settle down, raise some children, and move forward with your life, especially when one is an “outsider”. However, Jack, Liz, and Tenenbaum are not swimming in options, and besides, they have survived the worst that Rapture could throw at them. Jack and Liz’s powers and weapons, combined with Tenenbaum’s intelligence and experience, will not only ensure their survival, but their prosperity too.

Thoughts?

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the-pjo-analyst · 2 years

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Chapter 10 - I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus

Theme of the day: Foresight

Foresight can basically have two meanings: prudence or provision for the future, and being able to see the future. There was a bit of both in this chapter!

We get a look into what the trio packs for their quest, including items that Chiron/CHB provides. They get useful provisions like ambrosia and nectar for wounds, mortal cash and drachmas for all their regular and godly transactions. Percy has very few possessions with him at the camp, as was already mentioned when he moved to cabin 3, so he just has basic essentials. Annabeth has a cool hat and a wicked dagger, but also a book bc a girl’s gotta stay entertained somehow while stuck traveling with two boys across the country lol. Grover has his items to disguise himself as human, a reed pipe for his goat magic except he only knows two (2) songs, and lots of snacks for the long roadtrip. Although most of all this gets destroyed at the end of the chapter sjdkfhs. But just when you think Percy is going out their weaponless, he receives good old Riptide! Whoever enchanted her must’ve been like there’s a kid who’ll use this in the future who can’t keep pens on him for the life of him and they’re probably the realist person in this series. Did Percy a solid lol.

The Hermes shoes Luke gives to Percy, at face value, is foresight on Luke’s part. Seemingly, he wants them to help Percy in someway on his quest. I completely forgot about the shoes tbh, but they’re an important part of the plot later on lol, and a clue to who the traitor is. Because they’re programed to drag the wearer into Tartarus when they enter the underworld and deliver certain godly attributes to a certain Titan. So ig the shoes are Luke’s foresight, just not in the way we might initially expect. Although he definitely didn’t have the foresight that Percy wouldn’t be the one wearing the shoes lmao. Should’ve thought about how a son of Poseidon can’t take to the skies! I wonder if Luke’s awkwardness in wishing Percy good luck was bc he knew that he shouldn’t care, but did anyway. I’m not a Luke apologist in anyway, but he’s such a complicated character that he’s fascinating to analyze lol. And the way Percy admires him!! It’s so cute. Makes the betrayal so much more tragic ;A;

There’s lots of foreshadowing this chapter. Besides the shoes, Kronos is mentioned, Medusa is indirectly referenced, the hints with the Furies saying where is it, and Prometheus is also mentioned although he’s not officially introduced until book 5. I’ll even include the tourist that takes a picture of crazed Percy fleeing the bus in the list too lol. There might be others I missed.

Backtracking a little, I know Grover meant well when talking about Sally, but I wouldn’t tell someone that they should be grateful when a decision or action results in abuse in some way. Like yes, Sally having the foresight in keeping Percy around someone that could mask his demigod smell was a good thing in the long run, but they both suffered from it. I don’t blame Sally at all, because all she wanted was for her son to survive. And who knows what she herself had to deal with when Percy wasn’t around. Maybe he was around for the worse parts and it’s just not narrated. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision per se, but the other options were either Percy dying or Percy growing up without a father and a mother, so 🤷🏾‍♀️ Can you imagine how he would’ve felt if Sally just left him at camp as a small child. Like they still could’ve kept in contact but Percy probably wouldn’t feel good about it. We might’ve gotten a different story if that was the turn of events. There would be no blue in Percy’s life! Like.... what would Percy be without his obsession for the color blue??

Anywho, it’s late and I’m ranting 😂 I’ll end it with a pondering over what exactly Chiron heard in these prophecies he keeps mentioning 🤨

Small things:

I’ll never get over when we found out Riptide is a girl and the Sword of Summer proceeded to flirt with her lolol

I can’t tell whether Argus is winking at Percy for his pizza joke or charmed by the preteen flirting lol. The very first Percabeth shipper xD

Have I mentioned I love their banter lol

Once more, we get a glimpse into Percy’s extreme loyalty. He can never leave a friend behind 🥺

I had a realization that Hilary Duff’s “So Yesterday” only came out a few years before TLT did and I don’t think I fully comprehended how old this book is until now sjdfhskjdf

Previous: Chapter 9 - I Am Offered a Quest

Next: Chapter 11 - We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #chiron #luke castellan #pjo argus #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #the lightning thief #tlt analysis #pjo meta #pjo analysis

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orphancookie69 · 1 year

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Now Watching: Smokey and the Bandit Saga!

I rewatched a classic but amazing film recently on vacation and decided to watch all the films in the saga! You know there used to be a time that sequels were just amazing. I miss those days. Anyone up for a good trucker saga?

Smokey and The Bandit (1977)

It is a good story: a couple of guys with more money than sense want illegal drinks, because why not? Jerry Reed is your trucker, Burt Reynolds is your backup/distraction vehicle, and your villain is the law. Classic right? Sally Field plays into this in a cute way, and so much happens. Music is amazing. It is a movie that has action, and romance, and cars, and humor. So much to love. It was watched on Netflix.

Smokey and The Bandit II (1980)

The gang has split up by now, fame went to someone’s head. But now, things get political. Somehow, (I can only imagine), when this movie was being planned they were like “So how do we out do the last movie?”. I will not give anything away, but I would not be shocked if the number of casualty vehicles in this film doesn’t match some Fast and the Furious films. There is even a family reunion in here too! It was a fantastic sequel. It was watched on Netflix.

Smokey and The Bandit III (1983)

This one is available on the Roku Channel, if you have a Roku device. The story is cute, I heard bad things about this movie. But honestly, between the direction the in movie story was going and situations outside of the movie-I think it worked out for the better! Smokey tries to retire, and Trucker plays Bandit. A great mix of throwback, sequel, and most of the OG cast! Music is good too.

Prequel Alert! There is more to the saga! They are: Bandit Goes Country (1994), Bandit Bandit (1994), Beauty and the Bandit (1994), Bandit’s Silver Angel (1994).

Classic characters, timeless music, and an unparalleled story. Jerry Reed passed away in recent years, so watching these is sad but also a great way to remember the man. Burt Reynolds and Sally Fields connection is so undeniable, it is a sad loss for this world that they never did get together. Burt Reynolds is also no longer with us, along with Jackie Gleason. It is a crazy time when you are old enough to watch a movie that most of the people are not alive anymore. Family friendly fun, and while some parts of this movie did not age well for a “sensitive” society, it is so refreshing to see the 70′s and 80′s at their best!

#rant #pixabay #now watching #now streaming #smokey and the bandit #smokey and the bandit 2 #smokey and the bandit 3 #movie buff in training #netflix #highly recommend #spoiler alert #spoiler free #70's #80's #jerry reed #burt reynolds #sally field #jackie gleason

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iqsitespeed · 2 years

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Its a wonderful life 2019

Tickets are $30 for adults and $15 for ages 18 and younger. Performances are Thursdays and Fridays at 7:30pm, Saturdays at 2pm and 7:30pm, and Sundays at 2pm.

The show opens November 26, the night after Thanksgiving, and runs through December 19. Sound, music, and Foley props designer is Jazmine Whipple.

IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE is directed by Trudy Bruner. Revisit the tale of George Bailey and what he discovers one Christmas Eve through the help of an angel named Clarence! It’s a wonderful holiday experience for the whole family. Lana Sherwood (Joy Newkirk) is the voice of Violet, Young Violet, Rose Bailey, and eight other roles.Īnd the Foley Artist (Laura Bradford) provides all the special sound effects with onstage props to magically bring the story to life. Harry “Jazzbo” Heywod (Patrick Stanley) also juggles numerous voice roles as Clarence Oddbody, Harry, Young Harry, Sam Wainwright, and nine others. Sally Applewhite (Megan Wager) takes the Donna Reed role as the voice of Mary Hatch and Young Mary.įreddie Filmore (Alex Dagg) is a man of many voices as Joseph, Potter, Uncle Billy, and 12 other roles. Jake Laurents (James Ray Taylor III) stars in the Jimmy Stewart role as the voice of George Bailey and Young George. Retold as a 1940s radio play, this faithful adaptation of the 1946 film is the heartwarming holiday story you know and love, told “on the air.” Five actors and a Foley artist bring to life dozens of characters through the magic of their versatile voices, special sound effects, and your imagination. “Every time a bell rings…” The beloved Christmas classic “It’s A Wonderful Life” on stage November 26 through December 19 to ring in the holidays at Ocala Civic Theatre!

#Its a wonderful life 2019

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fangirl-imagines · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day Headcanons for Some of My Favorite Characters

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! These took me way too long to write but here are a few headcanons about what I think Valentine’s Day would be like with a few of my favorite characters. I hope you all have a wonderful day and are staying safe in the winter storms.

Barry Berkman

He forgot it was Valentine’s Day.

It’s a holiday he really has never had to pay too much attention to and it doesn’t occur to him until the night before when he sees the picked over Valentine’s display at the store and remembers ‘Oh, yeah, that’s tomorrow).

He feels really bad that he forgot and tries to get your favorite candy and a way way too big stuffed animal and pretends like he never forgot but was just trying to surprise you.

You’re smart enough to know he did in fact forget but you don’t really care about Valentine’s Day anyway so you play along.

Instead you split the candy with him and the two of you watch a movie together.

Sally Reed

She is the kind of girl who will get offended if you don’t give her flowers on Valentine’s Day.

She doesn’t mean to be that way but she feels she deserves a show of affection on a day literally all about love (and she’s right).

Treat her right!

She would wear pink and red because she loves a theme and bring you your favorite coffee to start off the day and probably made you the cutest homemade card because handmade gifts are so much better.

Her idea of a perfect Valentine’s date would be you two cooking dinner together and watching a chick flick with wine.

Donny Donowitz

He doesn't care about this holiday at all. He does however, care about you and would make an effort just because he thinks the holiday is important to you.

He would take you dancing just so he has an excuse to press up against you and hold you tight.

He’s not a great dancer by any means but he will try and keep up with you.

He only steps on your toes a few times so he’s making progress.

His favorite part of Valentine’s Day is what happens when he gets you home at the end of the night.

Cliff Booth

He does not celebrate Valentine’s day and thinks it is a made up holiday. (Sorry).

Steve Harrington

He is young and cheesy and very very in love with you so he would probably be traditional and cute.

He may or may not ask Dustin opinion on his plans but will never ever admit it.

He would fill your locker with red roses to surprise you

He would ask to take you out to dinner but is even more excited when you suggest the two of you getting a pizza and hanging out at his house to watch a movie instead.

Wanda Maximoff

She is so sweet and can’t wait to spend the day with you.

You guys would have a low-key but sweet day, sleeping in, taking a shower together (hehe), and grabbing brunch together.

Whatever kind of gift she would give you would be something so sentimental and probably even handmade and she would be so excited to give it to you.

There would be lots of cuddling on the couch together at the end of the night too.

Dale Cooper

He gives you the full history lesson on St. Valentine because he thinks it’s romantic.

He would take you on a picnic by the water too with food from the diner.

Of course there will be cherry pie and coffee too.

Of course it’s February in upstate Washington so it’s gonna be kind of cold but he will bring extra blankets for the two of you.

The whole thing is very wholesome, the two of you could just sit there together wrapped in the extra blankets and just enjoying being together.

Peggy Carter

She is working that day (because isn’t she always) but she will call you from the office in the middle of the day just to flirt with you over the phone.

She promises she will make it up to you as soon as she can that you two won’t be together on Valentine’s Day.

You could surprise her with a romantic dinner after she gets off work though and she would look at you like you were the most amazing thing she has ever seen.

Mr. Jarvis would only be too happy to help you set it up too.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce is nothing if not flashy and loves to spoil you on Valentine’s Day.

He always feels like he doesn’t spend enough time with you because of his nighttime activities so he will try and make up for that on days like today.

For one thing he would try to surprise you with breakfast in bed and your favorite flowers to start the day.

He actually makes the food himself too but afterwards you both agree it’s probably best if Alfred does the cooking from now on.

All of the batboys call to wish you a happy Valentine’s day too (perhaps with a little bit of reminding from Alfred but it's still sweet).

The best thing he can do though is he moves his entire schedule around so he can spend the entire day with you without any interruptions.

#valentines day #barry berkman #barry berkman imagines #sally reed #sally reed imagine #donny donowitz #donny donowitz imagine #cliff booth #cliff booth imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #dale cooper #dale cooper imagine #peggy carter #peggy carter imagine #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine

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berkblockman · 4 years

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Keep going // Barry Berkman x reader x Sally Reed

Pairing: Barry Berkman x reader x Sally Reed Word count: 1901 Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female and male), unprotected sex, lenguage, open relationship Request: can you please, PLEASE write a fic where bill and the reader are doing the deed and maggie walks in and it get wEIrd, (i'm thinking some ladY cuCk shiT bAbeY) you're the mastermind and i'll let take that prompt and do whatever you want with it. love your work btw :) (a/n): This was really interesting to write, so thank you again for your request, anon! Hope it is like what you had in mind when you requested it 😄

Acting used to be more like a hobby to you when you started doing theatre in college. You though that, even though everyone was always complimenting the way you acted, you could never do it for a living. That was, of course, until you moved to LA. You didn't move there because you wanted to be a famous actress or become rich, you just wanted to have a normal life with a job and a place of your own. At least, that was your plan until you started to take Gene Coussineau's acting classes.

Seeing everyone in class being so excited and so sure that they could turn acting into their way to make a living, inspired you enough to try to become a professional actress yourself. And since you were one of the best of the class, you soon got some lead roles in the plays you made. It didn’t take long for you to play the main role in some sort of ‘romantic comedy’ set in the 2000's that Gene purposed to the class. You had always played classical plays, mainly Shakespeare and some Greco-Roman authors like Aristophanes or Plautus, so this seemed like a new challenge for you, playing something that hadn’t been written centuries ago. But what you actually found more challenging was working with the person who played your romantic interest in the play, Barry.

Working with him was difficult not because Barry was a bad actor or because he was unprofessional in any way, he had improved a lot since he first got to the class. But even if it sounded as a cliché, you couldn't help but to develop a crush on him as you worked together. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if it wasn't because he was already dating another girl from class, Sally, who also was casted as your best friend and confident in the play.

By the time the opening day arrived, you were even more nervous about what you were feeling for Barry than you actually were about the play. You tried to suck it all up and be professional, but still you couldn't help but feel those 'butterflies' in your stomach whenever you had to interact with him in and out of stage. But despite of everything the play went incredibly good, and after it was finished, an agent gave you his phone number so you could work with his agency.

After you got out of costume, you headed to the bar with the rest of the class and started to celebrate the success of the play. You tried to keep your mind clear as you talked with everyone and drank a beer or two, but you couldn’t help but to notice Barry’s presence at all times. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were dying to make a move on him, but you were also fully aware of the fact that Sally was also there. The last thing you wanted was to create unnecessary drama in the class, so you went to the bathroom to try and clear your head. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you decided that you were going to head back home before anything happened, but as you got out of the bathroom, you found Barry getting out of the toilet too.

“Hey.” You smiled at him, with the intention of saying your goodbyes and head out as soon as you could.

“Hey.” He greeted you back, and as you were about to make your way to the rest of the group so you could bid your farewells, he added. “You were amazing today.”

“Oh, thank you.” The smile on your face grew bigger. “But I was only able to do it because of you. I mean, I don’t think the play would have worked out so well if I had anyone else as my scene partner.” You could see the way that he blushed as he heard your words, making you think that he looked extremely cute.

“Really?” He asked, almost as if he wasn’t able to believe your words.

“Yeah, I was kind of nervous because I had never done something like that before, but working with you has been awesome.” As you talked, you could feel the way your heart was beating in your chest. “You have been the best love interest ever.”

You looked at Barry straight in the eye as your only thoughts were about how good he looked and, before he could even reply to you, you lent in to kiss him. As soon as you realized what you were doing, you mentally hit yourself. Now everything would be awkward between you and him, and if he told his girlfriend, you would probably need to find a new theatre group. But, surprisingly, Barry didn’t pull back or stopped you, he just kissed you back. And the feeling of his lips against yours after weeks of building sexual tension was all you needed to forget everything you had ever heard about morality and loyalty.

When you started to feel that familiar heat in between your legs, you grabbed Barry’s hand and guided him into the women’s bathroom to try and get some privacy. As soon as you both got in, Barry started kissing you again, his hands running all over your body. You could feel yourself already trembling with anticipation as he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his already growing erection against your belly as he sat you on the sink and started to kiss your neck, sending you goosebumps all over your body and getting you incredibly wet. But that was nothing compared to when his hand traveled from the back of your neck to your core and started rubbing his fingers against your clitoris. By that moment, you were already a moaning mess, so you had to bit your lower lip in order to keep yourself quiet, hoping no one would hear you outside.

You were unbuttoning his shirt when suddenly you heard how someone opened the door. You immediately pulled back and looked in their direction just to find Sally standing on the door. In that moment, you cursed yourself for doing exactly what you had promised yourself you wouldn’t do and fuck it all up. You stood there, nervous, waiting for Sally’s reaction. Honestly, you were expecting her to scream at you, to call you a whore, and it wouldn’t have surprised you if she walked to you and slapped you in the face. But you wouldn’t have expected that she closed the door behind her and stood there, looking at you.

“Don’t mind me.” She simply said. “Keep going.”

As if nothing had happened, Barry knelt in front of you and undid the zipper of your jeans, taking them off alongside your underwear. You couldn’t help but to feel Sally’s stare on you when Barry started to eat you out, forcing a moan out of you. His tongue was making circular motions around your clit, making your body shiver, but you were still looking at her, wondering what was going on. Was this some kind of a wet dream? It felt way too real. But if it was actually happening, why was Sally standing there without doing nothing?

Your breathing was getting heavier and heavier by moments, and when he entered a finger on you, you decided to stop holding back and start moving your hips slightly, feeling insanely aroused. Strangely, Sally watching the two of you made everything hotter, and you supposed she also felt that way when she slipped one hand under her clothes and started touching herself.

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” You managed to say between moanings, which made Barry fasten the pace of his movements, making you reach your first orgasm.

Trying to catch your breathe and with every inch of your body still shaking, you kissed Barry again when he stood up, your attention still focused on Sally. You slit a hand under his pants and started caressing his already hard cock, gaining a few silent moans from him as you got down from where you were sitting and on your knees. Licking the tip of his dick first, you started to blow him as you heard Sally groaning. You didn’t remember being as wet as you were in that moment, but you were definitely loving it. Barry pulled your hair back as he watched the way you took him in. He knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept playing with your tongue around him that way. You took him out of your mouth and looked at Sally, who seemed extremely close to her climax. Giving one last look at Barry, you grabbed his hand and the two of you walked to her.

Her eyes were on you as you got closer to her and kissed her. She could feel the taste of his boyfriend’s precum on your mouth and it turned her on even more. You got rid of her clothes as you placed your mouth on her core, sucking carefully on her clit. You tried to be careful, fearing that you would hurt her, knowing yourself how sensible that spot was. As your tongue moved around her folds, you suddenly felt Barry enter you, making you moan against Sally. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before pounding into you, causing you to feel the pleasure building up inside of you once more.

Just as Barry had done minutes earlier with you, you introduced two fingers inside of Sally, which made her bit her lip as she tried to hold back a moan. The sight of her about to cum added to the feeling of him thrusting hard and fast into you was all you needed to reach your orgasm again, followed by the immediate release of Sally. She lent in to kiss you as Barry finished thrusting into you. When he finally came, you lied on the floor for a few seconds, exhausted.

“Everyone must be wondering where we are.” Sally said, as she started to dress up again.

“We should come back then.” You replied when you finally caught your breathe again.

You put your clothes on again and, being as discrete as you possibly could, the three of you decided to return to where the rest of the class was. The first one to leave the room, by herself, was Sally, leaving you and Barry alone again. You stared at him as he finished buttoning his shirt.

“Well, that was fun.” You stated as you put on your jacket, you walked to him and gave him a final kiss.

“Sure, we should repeat it again some time.” A smirk formed on your lips as you heard his words.

Not wanting to be even more suspicious, you got out of the bathroom and walked back to where your classmates were. Sally was already there, drinking a beer and chatting with everyone. You gave her a knowing look as you sat by her side and told everyone that you were out having a smoke. You tried to play it cool, converse normally and act as if nothing had happened as you still felt your legs shaking under the table. When you saw Barry coming back, you couldn’t help but to smile again as you thought about his words. You definitely wouldn’t mind to repeat that again.

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berkmansimagines · 3 years

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It’s Nice To Have A Friend

A/N: Thank you anon for such a lovely request 💕

Request: i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are, could you write more of the barry daughter reader imagines? maybe her meeting sally for the first time after connecting with him?

Pairing: Sally Reed x Barry Berkman’s teen daughter reader

“So what do you think?” Barry asks.

You and Barry are standing in the middle of a large, empty apartment. You’ve been apartment hunting for the past few days. Since the judge granted Barry full custody of you, he knew that he’d have to move. His current place just isn’t big enough for the both of you. Your father wants you to have your own bedroom and bathroom.

“It’s huge,” you look around in awe.

“Well, we’ll find out exactly how big this place is soon. Sally’s on her way with the tape measure,” Barry chuckles.

You nod, unsure what to say. Sally is your father’s girlfriend and you’re about to meet her for the first time. You’re a little nervous that she won’t like you. And you wouldn’t blame her. You showed up in Barry’s life very unexpectedly and changed everything. Sally definitely didn’t sign up for that when she started dating Barry.

“Hey!”

A blonde woman suddenly rushes into the apartment towards Barry.

“Sally!” your father greets her.

“Sorry I’m late. A meeting with my agent went long,” Sally explains.

Sally gives Barry a quick kiss. Then she turns her attention towards you.

“And you must be Y/N!”

Sally has wanted to meet you ever since Barry told her that he had a daughter. Barry was anxious when he dropped the news because he didn’t know how she’d react. But Sally was actually very supportive of Barry taking you in, especially after he told her that you grew up in the foster system.

“Yeah,” you shyly reply.

“I’m Sally. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Sally pulls you into a hug.

You’re a little surprised by the hug, but embrace Sally back. She seems nice. Maybe her extroverted energy could help bring you out of your introverted shell.

After a moment, Sally pulls away from the hug. She takes in her surroundings and looks impressed.

“Bar, this place is great. You should hurry up and fill out an application before someone beats you to it,” Sally warns.

“Okay, uh, I think I need to go to the building manager’s office downstairs,” Barry nods, “Will you two be alright here?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine,” Sally insists.

You nod in agreement.

“Cool, I’ll be back in a bit,” your father tells you.

Barry steps out.

“Which one will be your room?” Sally smiles.

“Over there,” you point to one of the bedrooms.

Sally immediately heads to the empty bedroom. You follow closely behind.

“Oh, this is perfect!”

Sally takes measuring tape out of her purse.

“You could put your bed along that wall,” Sally suggests, then points to another corner of the room, “And your desk could go right over there.”

Your eyes widen trying to imagine everything. It’s a bit overwhelming. Growing up in foster care, you’ve never had a bedroom that truly felt like your own space before. And now that you finally have that space, you don’t know what to do with it.

“What color are you thinking of painting it?” Sally asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, I’m not really sure yet,” you uncomfortably shift your weight onto your back foot.

“That’s okay. You have some time to figure it out,” Sally tries.

“To be honest, I don’t have a bed or a desk. I’ve never had my own room before…. This is all so new to me. I have no idea where to begin,” you confide in Sally.

Sally senses your uneasiness. She puts a light supportive hand on your shoulder.

“I can help,” Sally offers.

“Really?”

“Yeah! We can go shopping. You’re going to need some stuff to fill up this room,” Sally nods.

“I’d really like that. Thanks Sally,” you smile.

“Of course! Just looking around, I already have a few thoughts-” Sally tells you.

You listen intently as Sally rattles off a list of ideas she has for your bedroom. The anxiety you had about meeting her is now completely gone. Sally is cool and you can understand why your dad likes her so much. You think you have just made a new friend.

#barry hbo #barry hbo imagine #barry berkman imagine #barry berkman #barry #sally reed #sally reed x reader #barry berkman x teen!daughter #bbtd

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sealinne · 4 years

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GuesS whaT... second compillation of most of my damned BaRrOLD fAnArT

#my art #sketches #barry hbo #barry #leona draws #noho hank #barry berkman #sally reed #monroe fuches #goran pazar #gene cousineau #akhmal #stovka #i hope you are enjoying how much i dont put effort into actual fanart #unlike into studies #studies are for symplification #also if im working without references... i apparently lack imagination

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years

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Occupational hazards

Barry Berkman x Reader

Three part series: It was just another job, he doesn’t even had to kill anyone, but the way she looked at him was more dangerous than the bullets.

Part I Part II Part III

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, stalkers.

Part I

“I remember telling you to fuck off and stop calling me” You say answering the phone the fifth time it rings, knowing too well he won’t stop until you do “I made myself clear, don’t call me, don’t contact me, keep your stupid flowers and presents to yourself and stay the fuck away from me”

“Oh my little Y/N” Says his drunk voice in the other end “You know you like it, this little number of yours, pretending you don’t need a man will end as soon as you feel lonely, why don’t we speed things up and simply let me come up with you?” He said and you froze, how does he knew you were at the second floor of your house? You looked outside the window but couldn’t see anything, nervously you closed your sleeping robe with a tight knot suddenly feeling exposed “You don’t have to be so shy, I already know what is behind that” He said and you toss the phone aside, but you could still listen to his laugh, when will this nightmare end??

“Fuck you Richard!!!” You scream at the phone, but he had already hung up. You closed all the windows and went straight to your bathroom cabinets, it had to be there.

You finally found it, a few years back when your name was still unknown and your main job was stacking candles and towels in a store, and before you had a sociopath for an ex, you became friends with this weird and really sweet bald guy on Pottery Barn, you helped him redecorate his room and you even talk once in a while over the phone, or at least until last year when he said he was going back to Chechnya to visit his family, but before he went away, and after he met the charming man you were dating and seeing the bruises in your arms he gave you a card and told you, if you ever need to get rid of that guy just call this number.

You light on a cigarette, and sit on the floor of your bathroom thinking, what does get rid of meant? Hank, judging by his tattoos, was not an entirely innocent folk, but at this point you were desperate, and you cursed yourself for ever start dating a man like that, the all charming and thoughtful movie producer, you knew your career will be damaged forever if you kept avoiding him but coming back to be treated like garbage and not being able to eat, dress or think on your own was not an option. You finally gathered the courage and dialled the number.

“Fuches” a raspy voice said on the other end.

“Hi, ammm” you were not sure what exactly where you going to say.

“Who is this? Hello?? Who gave you this number? Are you there?” The man seem angry and a bit condescending in his tone and somehow his rudeness made you speak up.

“Yeah, I’m here” You started with more confidence “I got this number from NoHo Hank, he said you could help me to… to get rid of someone”.

“Ahh” The man was calmed now, almost happy “Well in that case any friend of Hank is friend of mine, but I warn you madame that won’t be cheap” He said and you stand up from the floor glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, shocked to see how pale you looked, and how scared you actually felt.

***

Barry entered his apartment begging for Jermaine or Nick to be there and use them as an excuse to tell Fuches to fuck off, but it was empty except for the never ending amount of trash that always was in their comon space, he stopped trying to tell them to clean like three months ago and now he only limited to hide in his room away from the beer cans and chips bags.

It didn’t matter that much really, at least not before, as long as Sally was there to talk to him or as long as he could call her, but then she got that part in a big movie, and he was happy for her, that was her dream and he would never get between her and her dream, but then she stop being around the class due to rehearsals, and then she change a beer in Residual’s to fancy and expensive dinners with her costars and then one day she simply said goodbye.

But he had come to the conclusion that he deserved that, he took away Mr. Cousineau’s happiness so it was only fair for him to lose it as well, and Sally was still his friend, as long as he could find a 5 minutes gap to talk in her busy schedule every other week.

He was still on the class, and he was getting better or at least he no longer missed his lines, and he had even recieved a callback for a commercial, but he didn’t get it in the end.

And now Fuches was coming back to screw up everything again, Barry looked at the clock, 4:02 he would be there any minute, for a brief moment his mind travel to his gun under his bed, and how just one year before he was desperate to see him and kill him from once, but then Mr Cousineau started making questions, and to suspect, accurately, that he had killed Moss, and Fuches chose to come clean, or at least enough to settle things down.

He told Gene the Chechens killed Moss and that they wanted to implicate Barry, so he called the cops on him so Barry would take the blame and end up in jail, he played his Part as a poor looser, alone and miserable well enough and Barry chose not to kill him, as long as he would stay away from them, and he had kept his promise until that morning. He would say no, obviously but he needed to say it to his face to reassure him or to himself that it was all done.

A knock on the door put him in alert, and he muttered a simple “Come in” keeping himself away from the entrance. Fuches entered the room with an almost curious expression on his face, he looked at the trash an made a disgusted frown, and then looked at Barry from head to toe, he looked paler or maybe just tired, he for sure was, that stubborn woman was by far the most picky and difficult client he ever had by far, but with enough luck Barry may solve it.

“Nice place” He said finally with a sarcastic grin

“That’s my roommate’s doing” Barry answered in a monotone “Coffee? beer?”

“If you are really being nice I’ll take the beer” Fuches said and without waiting for an invitation he found a place to sit.

“I’m not.” Barry answered and sit in front of him. “What do you want?”

“Ahh there it is” Fuches roll his eyes “I got a job for you, and I think you may like this one…”

“What the fuck man?” Barry interrupted mid sentence. “We haven’t seen each other in almost a year, I was very clear then as I’m now I don’t want to do that anymore”

“Boy listen, is way easier and you’ll get pay three times more than previous works” He said completely ignoring him.

“I don’t give a fuck about the money, I told you I don’t want to work for you” Barry put both hands over his face, this was exasperating.

“Fine, now look at me like you were about to kill me” He said taking Barry by surprise.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He said after an uncomfortable silence.

“Look kid, a week ago I received a call from a crazy actress, you may know her Y/N something” He started

“Is not Y/N Y/L/N by any chance?” Barry asked, remembering something that Natalie and Sasha said about her.

“Yes, that one, complete basket case” Fuches continued “She asked me if I could eliminate her ex boyfriend, some Hollywood big shot that I genuinely couldn’t care less about. I said yes sure, I’ll send someone to do it, then she change her mind and called me back, and said she simply wants to scare him, but she wants to meet the guy she is paying. And she hated him, and I show her my folder of other employees and well…”

“Oh come on man, that’s on you, you shouldn’t have my picture there” Barry said now understanding what had happen.

“Yeah I get that, but the thing is I said to her you no longer work for me, and she offered the triple, and I told her that if she wanted you so badly then she would have to convince you by herself, and that’s why I’m here, I need you to go see her, say no and then she would pick one of my guys and I’ll be out of your life forever” He said like if he was offering the most interesting deal ever. “Take it as an acting job” He add when Barry didn’t respond “You get to meet a pretty and famous actress, and you can scream to her everything you just said to me, also I’ll pay you”

Barry remained silent for another moment thinking about the situation, it seemed like an easy deal, and some extra money wouldn’t be that bad, and if he played his cards well enough he could even make sure Fuches to stay away form him for good.

“Fine I’ll do it” he said after a while “But is just this and it’s over, no more phone calls, no more jobs no anything, I turn down this woman and that’s it.” He said seriously.

“Consider it done son, just one more deal and I’m out of your life” Fuches said happy, and then got up the chair and started leaving “You have to meet her tomorrow in a restaurant, I’ll send you the address” Barry nodded and watched him leave, then he went to his room to search something about the woman he was about to meet.

Y/N was a gorgeous woman and a talented actress, but apparently the media didn’t like her very much since she had a reckless life style, there were many pictures of her smoking and drinking, and she had a long list of ex lovers, and the most prominent of those was some guy called Richard Maverick, he recognized that name, it was the director and producer of Sally’s movie, more of a reason to not working for that woman, since the guy didn’t seem like a bad person, and she did.

***

Sparkling bubbles were moving in your glass of water, it have been sitting there since the waiter pour it, but you were to nervous to touch it, it was a nice table, out in the terrace of the restaurant and you were sure anyone walking by the street would be able to see you, so it worked perfectly for your plan, now everything else depended on the man you hear approaching behind you.

“Snow White?” He asked and sited in the spot in front of you, he was clean shaved and wearing a black blazer over a dark green tshirt, definitely not what you expected from someone of his profession.

“Is from Notting Hill, the movie with Julia Roberts, don’t you like it? God you really are tall, how much is it like 6'3”?“ You said unable to stop yourself, but concentrating on his face, there was something sad about his blue eyes, almost melancholic.

"6'2” and no I don’t think I saw it, the oscar winning one?“ He said a bit ashamed by his poor Hollywood trivia knowledge.

"Oh absolutely not, some old romantic comedy, you should see it some time.” You said, and the whole situation felt more and more surreal “Well I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you Mr. Berkman, or do you prefer Block?” You said please to se the surprise on his face.

“Berkman is fine, how do you know?” He said examining your face.

“Well is not every day that I have to hire a professional assassin, so I needed to get some references, and your employer was distracted enough so I could stole this from him, here you can have it back” You said sliding his picture across the table. “I saw a couple videos of your callbacks, you shouldn’t stoop that much when you read it would help in the auditions”

“So this is what you do?” He said and his tone was calm but there was fury in his eyes “You manipulate people into working with you, making then feel like you know everything about them and pretending to be nice and polite? Well I have news for you, first of all I don’t work for Fuches, and second, you can put out all of this glamorous crap that you have on me and the answer still be no, I don’t this anymore”

“Would you like to order?” The waiter said before any of you could keep speaking.

“Sure, shrimp risotto for me, and for my dear friend… what do you want honey?” You said smiling at him.

“The same sounds fine” he said and smile back at you changing his tone immediately. “And red wine?"He asked you with a checky wink and you nodded. "Red it is” The waiter nod and walked away.

“Not bad, you are a quick responder, I like that” you said looking as the man walked away. “But you don’t know shit about me” You spat at him once the waiter couldn’t hear “Glamorous crap? Oh let me guess you read one of the many articles about how much of a whore I am? I have a drinking and smoking problem is that it? That I have slept my way into every work I ever had, and how little I deserved my career, and how much good it was for Richard to walk away form me even when he still loves me? Well that’s all bullshit” There it was again, even when you were trying to escape he was still holding you in his hands. “Well the magazines that work for him doesn’t tell I went to drama school, they didn’t say I have a dying mother that gets every penny I make, they didn’t say that I could count the men I slept with the fingers on one hand I will be sparing 2, they don’t say he forced himself on me more times I can remember, or how he enjoys sleeping with every woman that works for him no matter the age just because he is The man”

“Go the police then, tell them that, why do you need me?” He said, but with less confidence than before and it was obvious his mental image of you was crumbling.

“The L.A. Police that gets donations from him every year? I’m a whore, to them, to Richard, to you and to everyone. I have no voice” Fortunately the waiter arrived with the food and you could stop to think, talking about this made you feel exposed, and you were questioning if it was worth the trouble at all.

“Why me? If you need him out of your life so bad I’m sure Fuches have someone right for the job” He said and started eating avoiding your gaze, you didn’t have an appetite anymore but force yourself to do the same.

“Have you seen the guys that work for Fuches? They look like hobos and meth heads, he is not some random dude, he is rich and powerful if he dies people would ask questions and eventually that would come back to me, also he would die loved and mourned, and he doesn’t deserve that.”

“And scared him off is better how? If someone goes to him and beat him it would come back at you faster and worse” He said taking a sip of his wine.

“Men always think physically right?” You said drinking as well and looking at him “I never said beat him, I told fuches I needed you specifically and he said he doesn’t work for me anymore, he is an actor now, and then I knew you were exactly what I needed. I don’t need some hitman to go beat the crap out of Richard even if he deserves it. I need someone to escort me from my apartment to work, and to public events and keep him away from me.”

“Those are called bodyguards and I’m pretty sure there are legal business that can provide their services to you” He said condescendingly.

“Like the one that is at my house right now and doesn’t even know I went out?” You said smiling “Or the one that give my alarm password to Richard so he could read his script? Legal people can be bought, and they have things to lose, that doesn’t work for me, he is a monster and a criminal, so I need someone outside the law to outsmart him” You said to him and the shadow of a smile formed in his lips before he spoke.

“So you think I’m a monster too? Look I’m sorry for you, your situation must be horrifying, but I leave that life behind, I’m no longer that guy and I don’t want to be, I’m sorry but I don’t want my past mistakes to keep haunting me, I’m tired of that. I’m sorry” He said, and you believed him but you couldn’t lost this chance.

“Mr Berkman, can I call you Barry?” You started and he nod affirmatively “Barry do you ever have nightmares about your mistakes?”

“Every night” He answered

“But when you wake up, when you go to work, when you talk to your significant other, when you are eating, those mistakes are dead, those people and those lifes you took they remained where you leave them. Your mistakes don’t call you at 3 am to remain you you are a slut, your mistakes don’t sell naked pictures of you to magazines to make you feel miserable because you are no longer sleeping with them. Your mistakes don’t force you to go down on them in order to don’t recast your part and then don’t threaten to ruin your career and leave your mother without her cancer treatment.” You said and a tear finally find it’s way down your cheek. “Fine I get it, you want to be a better person, well so am I, I need to run away from this and I’m so desperate that I called you, but it’s okay I have no way to force you into this, you don’t have to be sorry about me” you said hopeless, and he remained silent for a couple minutes looking at you occasionally and then his plate now almost empty.

“What exactly would I have to do?” He said finally “I’m not accepting, I just want to know” he add before you could react.

“Offering me your arm in social events, walked me to my apartment at nights, and take me to lovely lunches like this one every few days, basically being a human purse, just looking handsome and put together next to me, and let the magazines and the media make their assumptions”

“I’m not a prostitute” He said and you found the statement ridiculously funny.

“And I wouldn’t pay you to fuck me sunshine” you said with a grin “But I have learned that men respect other men’s "property” more than a women’s NO, and if I start seeing a handsome, blue eyed, literal war hero from the Midwest he would look like an asswhole if he keeps pushing how much he misses me in interviews"

“Fine” He said looking straight to your eyes “I’ll do it, when do you want to start?”

“Well if you consider the three girls with her phones out that just crossed behind you on the street, I would say I already owe you overtime, but tomorrow is fine, I would send you my address and other details with my publicist”

“Don’t you think is better if we have the least amount of people involved in this?” He said with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Adrian is like a sister to me, I trust her my life.” You said and he seemed conformed with that answer “And Barry, thank you”.

#barry berkman x you #barry berkman fanfiction #barry berkman edit #barry berkman x reader #barry berkman #barry hbo #barry block #gene cousineau #sally reed #monroe fuches #fuches #bill hader #barry berkman imagine #fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #angst #100

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