#barry berkman x hitman!wife

[berkmansimagines]

Karma

A/N: Barry is finally back!!!!

Summary: You try to sneak away from a work thing to spend the night with Barry.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!girlfriend reader

tw: smoking, violence, mentions sexual assault & suicide

You’re out at a nightclub. The place is owned by your handler, Diane. Clubbing isn’t really your scene but it’s opening night and Diane asked you to help out. If there are any problems, it’s your job to discreetly fix them. 

You went to the club alone. The only reason you didn’t invite Barry is because you don’t want Diane to know that you two are dating. Your handler has a strict rule about you not having relationships with anyone from work and you broke that rule for Barry. As far as Diane knows, you haven’t seen Barry since you completed a hit together a few months ago. You’d prefer to keep it that way for now. She’ll be pissed when she finds out the truth.

Although Barry isn’t here, you’ve been secretly texting him all night. You miss him. You soon realized that you’d rather be with your boyfriend than out at the club, so you decided to leave early. Diane is having a good time schmoozing and boozing. She probably won’t even notice that you’re gone…

When you told Barry you wanted to sneak away, he volunteered to pick you up. He’s on his way to get you now. While waiting for Barry, you go outside to the alley. The club is packed and the music is loud, you just want a quiet moment to yourself. 

You lean against the wall and light a cigarette. As you exhale, your entire body relaxes. You know that smoking is bad for you but it feels so good. It’s a nasty habit you hope to quit one day.

You take another puff from your cigarette, when the club’s side door abruptly opens. A man and woman stumble outside. The woman looks very drunk and can barely stand up straight. The guy has his arm snaked around the girl’s shoulder, holding her up. He tries leading her down the alley.

You furrow your eyebrows, immediately suspicious. You have a gut feeling that something isn’t right. The woman is too drunk to even stand, let alone consent to anything. Unfortunately this is a situation you are all too familiar with. 

You’ve been in this woman’s shoes before. One time some creep slipped something in your drink at a bar and Barry had to intervene. Your boyfriend stopped the guy from taking advantage. You were grateful that he was there to help. You know that not everyone is so lucky…

Years ago, before you moved out to LA, your childhood best friend was in this position. But nobody was there to step in. She was violently assaulted and never recovered from what happened. She became severely depressed and ended up taking her own life. Not being there to help your best friend is one of the biggest regrets of your life. You could not let something like that happen again. You need to intervene.

You toss your cigarette to the ground and step in front of the creepy man and drunk woman, blocking their way.

“Hey! What’s going on here?” you question the guy.

“My girlfriend got too drunk…” he answers.

He’s lying. You can smell his bullshit a mile away. And then-

“I… I don’t know this guy,” the drunk girl mumbles.

You cross your arms against your chest. 

“How can she be your girlfriend if she doesn’t know who you are?” you continue grilling the guy.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I’m taking her home,” he shrugs. He tries moving past you.

You shake your head and keep blocking his way.

“Nah. That’s not gonna happen,” you say coolly.

You try pulling the drunk girl away from the creep but he shoves you off with full force. You stumble back and almost lose your footing.  As soon as you regain composure, you punch the guy in the mouth. He drops the drunk woman and you catch her before she hits the ground. She whimpers in your arms.

“It’s okay! I’ve got you,” you reassure the woman.

The man keels over and spits out a tooth. His lip is bleeding. Part of you just wants to beat the shit out of him but your hands aren’t free. And you know that making sure this drunk woman is safe is more important. 

“Get out of here,” you order in a low, serious voice. 

Then you turn to walk away. You’re leading the woman towards the door when the creep roughly grabs you by the shoulder.  He forces you to turn around and face him.

“What’s your problem, bitch?” he confronts you.

“Let go of me!” you scream.

You’re struggling to fight this guy off while holding the unconscious drunk woman. The creep raises hand, about to strike you, when-

Barry comes out of seemingly nowhere and aggressively shoves your attacker to the ground.

“Barry,” you breathe. You knew he was on his way to pick you up, but you’re still kind of in shock that he’s here right now.

Barry coldly stares the creep down. The guy is unconscious. He must've hit his head on the ground when Barry pushed him. You raise your eyebrows at Barry, impressed. Fuck yeah, that’s my boyfriend!

Barry turns to you and his face softens. He steps towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asks with concern. 

Before you have time to answer, you hear a familiar voice call out your name.

“Y/N! What the fuck is going on?” 

You and Barry turn and see your handler standing by the door. Barry immediately backs away from you. The two of you need to act like you’re not dating so Diane doesn’t get suspicious.

“Diane! Hey, how’s it going?” you stammer.

Diane puts her hand on her hips, rocking a power pose.

“Who is that woman?” she questions you, then eyes Barry, “And is that Barry Berkman?! What are you doing here?”

You sigh, shaking your head.

“I don’t know her name. I was just outside having a smoke break and some creep was trying to leave with her. She looked really drunk so I intervened.”

“Shit,” Diane shrugs.

Diane pops her head back inside the club and calls for a bouncer. One of the bouncers comes outside.

“Get this woman an Uber home,” she instructs the bouncer.

“I saw the people she came here with. They’re looking for her. I’ll bring her back to her friends,” the bouncer replies.

The bouncer approaches you and takes the drunk woman out of your arms. Then he carries the woman back inside the club -  leaving you, Barry and Diane outside. 

“Ok so that explains the woman. And I assume that guy passed out on the ground over there is the creep. But I still don’t understand what he's doing here…” 

Diane’s eyes narrow in on your boyfriend.

“I just had drinks with a buddy at a bar nearby. I was walking back to my car and I heard something going on in the alley. I wanted to help,” Barry lies convincingly. In his line of work, he’s used to coming up with an alibi on the fly.

“Barry was actually the one that knocked that guy out!” you tell Diane, “I couldn’t really fight because I was holding the drunk girl. He really saved my ass back there.”

“Mhmm. Who knew he had it in him?” Diane scoffs.

“Thanks Barry,” you give him an appreciative nod, “It’s good to see you again. It’s been a while...”

Barry nods back, going along with the lie.

“Yeah, uh, not since that job we did together. How have you been? You look really great.”

You shyly smile at Barry and then look down at your feet, trying to hide a blush from Diane. Diane rolls her eyes. She’s no longer interested in this conversation.

“Well I guess all I can say is thank you, Barry.” Diane shrugs and then, “I’d invite you into the club but you aren’t properly dressed. You would never get past the bouncer.”

Barry sighs, defeated. You give Barry a sympathetic look. Diane takes your arm.

“Let’s go back inside, Y/N. I want to introduce you to my art thief friend from Paris. He’s gorgeous and just your type.”

Diane drags you by the arm toward the door. You won’t be able to sneak away with Barry after all. You’re disappointed that your plan didn’t work out. You feel like the universe is working against you. It’s karma. This is what you get for lying to Diane about your relationship. Yeah, bad karma’s a bitch.

You look back longingly at your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” you mouth to Barry.

Barry’s face drops as he watches you go inside. The door to the club slams shut, leaving Barry all alone in the alley. He is totally deflated. You should be going home with him right now, not talking with some other guy.

“Art thief?” Barry mutters to himself in disbelief.

Barry leaves the alley and heads back toward his car. While walking, Barry’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He takes his phone out and reads the notification. It’s a text message from you:

Hey babe! I’m so sorry. I don’t know when I’ll be able to sneak out again...

A second message comes through:

You don't need to wait for me

Barry takes a deep breath, trying to figure out how to respond. His mind suddenly flashes to you in the club. Some hot guy is flirting with you and rests his hand on the small of your back. Barry clenches his jaw at the thought.

He texts you back:

I’ll wait

#barry #barry hbo #barry berkman #bill hader #barry berkman imagine #barry berkman x reader #barry berkman x hitman!wife #bbhw

[dogtheories]

reading barry berkman hitman wife x reader imagines just to feel something

😭😭😭

#soda.exe #reading bad fanfiction out loud is one of lifes many pleasures actually i should find one of those and read it to sam .

[elevatortheory]

you can post all the shitty hitman wife x barry berkman x readers in the world but as soon as i want to tell you all about the beautiful gay narrative i crafted it gets censored i see how it is .tumblrs priorities are disgusting

[richieisabastardman]

I Need You Tonight - Barry Berkman x Reader

Summary: Your involvement with the Chechen mafia has led to you committing a range of criminal offences. The worst being your work as a hit man. However, with the weight of such sins upon your shoulders, you look for understanding and companionship in the only person you know will understand. Barry. (Angst/Fluff/Smut)

Warnings: Swearing, Killing, Blood, Clothed Grinding, Thigh Riding, Hands on necks but not choking (and in a hot way), Barry’s a low key dom, Sexual Situations

Word count: 3718

Notes: This is so long but I refuse to have sexy stuff without a story behind it. I’d love to know whether you guys prefer longer stories or shorter ones? I like writing long ones but then I hate having to edit them after lmao. Anyway, hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Heres a link to my other Barry Berkman fic

“I swear to God Hank, this is the last hit. This is it, alright? I’m done after this one”.

Barry’s eyes were furrowed and serious as he spoke to the Chechen man. You stared at him from where you sat upon a grey velvet lounge in the new and improved stash house. Your eyes roamed his body, his broad shoulders contained by a thin black sweater. His sleeves were rolled upwards which allowed you to peak at his thick forearms. His legs were unfortunately hidden by jeans that were just a little too loose for your liking. He wore a black cap upon his head, which shaded his face under the artificial light of the warehouse. You wished you could see more of his face, as his expression was difficult to read. Yes, his expression was serious. So was his voice. However, the thought that Barry wouldn’t be coming here anymore didn’t sit well with you. Something strange must have been going on for him to act like this.

You watched Barry finalize his deal with Hank before beginning to walk over to the couch in which you were lounging. His face had softened a great deal on his walk over and he appeared almost meek as he met your gaze and smiled.

“Hey” he said, standing in front you. Admiring him from such an angle made him appear inches taller than he already was.

“Hey” you returned the greeting, continuing to smile. “Come sit with me”.

Barry shuffled his feet for a moment, almost contemplating your command, before obeying. He sat on the couch next to you, but he left enough space between the both of you to eliminate any intimacy. Naturally you moved closer to him. Your hand made its way around the back of the couch, almost trapping Barry within your presence. You saw him gulp and he stared at you for a moment with wide eyes before his gaze moved to his lap.

“I heard what you said to Hank. About this being your last job. Are you really not coming back?” you asked.

His gaze moved to you again for a moment before shifting back to his lap as he nodded his head. “Yeah. I’m – I’m trying to be a better guy”.

You let out a huff and pouted your lips, feigning sadness. Barry saw this and laughed slightly, appearing to relax a little. “But I think you’re a good guy already. A great guy, in fact!” you said.

Barry’s gaze met yours for the final time. He stared at you, his eyes wider than before and his mouth hanging slightly open. His reaction to your words tugged at your heart. When Barry spoke to Hank, he was the military man you had heard about before you got the chance to meet him. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes dark, his arms folded to halt any kind of connection to those near him. However, the first time you met him; his aura had softened. He had become almost childlike and innocent. He was always polite and almost shy around you. You began to see the difference between the man born Barry Berkman and the man he called Barry Block.

“Do you really think that?” he asked, his voice the softest you’d ever heard it.

“Of course” you replied earnestly and he smiled.

He stared at you in silence for a moment before speaking again. “Why didn’t they just get you to do this job”.

“I don’t do that anymore. I’m getting more into the drug side of this business” you grinned.

“Nice. Lots of money in that I guess” He said, nodding his head in thought. “Do you think you’ll ever do anything else?” he asked.

You pondered his question for a moment. This had been the first time you had even considered the prospect of leaving Hank and his crew. Whilst the job was dangerous, and obviously illegal, Hank had given you the opportunity to make money and have a roof over your head. He was also a great boss, very laissez-faire. He had taken a chance by hiring you, and you hadn’t thought of anything else since.

“Maybe” you answered. “But these guys have given me everything I have right now. I feel like leaving them would be … disloyal”.

Barry nodded his head for a moment before clapping his hands together and standing up off of the couch. “I have to go. Got to get to my acting class” He said in response to your raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah that’s right! I’ve heard about that” you smiled, and he once again returned the smile. “Well, go break a leg” you said.

“Thanks Y/N” he said, and turned around to make his way out of the warehouse.

~

He shouldn’t have made you do it. He shouldn’t have. Hank had promised you that you wouldn’t have to do anymore kills for him. He had promised you that you would be able to just work in their drug trade. However, during the evening of the day in which you had spoken to Barry about his own hitman retirement, Hank had called you. You had been just about to de-robe for the day, a glass of wine in hand when you had heard your mobile ringing. Groaning and muttering profanities, you saw Hank’s name on your cell as you picked it up. It wasn’t rare for Hank to call you at all times of the day, so the panic did not hit you until you heard his voice on the other end. It was sickly sweet even for him.

“You’re gonna hate me for asking you to do this”

And he was right. You did hate him for asking you to do that for him, because he knew you couldn’t say no.

You had held it together up until you shut the door after hauling your body inside your apartment.

You held it together as you drove to the location of your target, a lovely suburban neighbourhood. You held it together when you walked into the house, passing pictures of said target and his wife and children. You held it together as you shot the man from behind as he watched TV, oblivious to your presence. You even held it together as you disposed of his body. However, the minute you let your door slam behind you, a red that was now browning staining your hands – you could no longer hold it together. You broke down, your breath coming in and out of you in rapid waves as you slid down the door, sobbing silently. You went to wipe your face with your hands before you caught sight of their colour and began sobbing again.

You dragged yourself to your bathroom, quickly turning on the shower and undressing before pushing yourself under the stream of water. You watched the coloured water turn clear as you cleaned the night off your body. The shower however could not clean the night off your mind. When you had spoken to Barry about why you couldn’t do his hit for Hank, you were only telling specific truths. Yes, you had moved into the drug trade. However, you had not done so just for the hell of it. You had always thought of yourself as strong. Hence, when you began to do hits for Hank, the weight of such a job on your soul was only minimal. But as the body count increased, the voice of your conscience grew louder. Your last hit, before this one, had almost gotten you killed. You had frozen up, panic setting into you. Your target had taken advantage of this fact. Hank had promised to find you another job.

“You’ve done so much for us. Just relax! I’ll find you something else to do, I promise”

And he kept his promise. He did, until he didn’t. And he didn’t tonight.

You weren’t sure how you were going to make it through the night alone. You wouldn’t get any sleep, you knew you wouldn’t. But you had no one to call and nowhere to go except to your bed and the nightmares there that awaited you. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body. You could barely feel its softness and warmth due to the numbness which had encased your skin and brain. You walked to your bedroom, feet heavy and steps slow. You pulled on a black skirt and a white t-shirt. You also placed socks upon your feet and shoes on top of them. Walking to your front door, you grabbed your car keys, your hair still wet from the shower and soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You walked down to the parking lot of your apartment block and entered your car. As you sat there, trying to focus your vision, you hear the engine of your car begin to roar. You had started the car. You didn’t even realise. Reversing out of your spot and onto the LA streets, you understood where the being that had current control of your body was taking you.

There was one place you could go. There was one person you could go to.

 ~

Barry stood upon the low stage of the theatre in which Gene Cousineau’s acting classes were held. A script gripped tightly in his hand, he spoke his lines with a forceful monotonicity to the painfully neutral faces of the audience. Sally stood next to him, delivering her responses with much more power as Barry watched in awe. He could only dream of being as good as her one day. When he was halfway through his response to Sally’s character’s plea, Barry heard the doors of the stage room open. Everyone in the room turned their head towards the intruder, confused and irritated looks clouding their faces.

You stood beyond the open doors, breathing hard. Your hair had dried up more on the drive over to Barry’s acting class. You had kept the windows open in case your body decided to remove the shame from within you as well. You stood and stared at Barry, his eyes widening in panic. He jumped down from the stage, walking swiftly towards you.

“What is going on, Barry? Where are you going? Who is this?” Gene asked, clearly annoyed, his eyes following the tall man as he raced towards your figure standing in the theatre. That is how you truly appeared to him in that moment. A figure. Because as you stood within that room and stared at him as he was upon that stage, you had never looked so deflated. He had never seen you look so scared.

“She’s a friend of mine. I’ll handle it. Just carry on without me” he said, quickly reaching you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to lead you out of the theatres.

Once you were out in the hall, Barry turned you so that you were facing him, his hands on your shoulders. They gripped you tightly but comfortingly as he hunched himself slightly to be eye level with you. “You can’t come here, okay Y/N. You can’t come here” he said softly. It wasn’t a command of anger nor disappointment, it was one of concern. You knew right now he was Barry Block, the auto parts salesman. But you needed Barry Berkman, the man who had seen the same shit as you and could help.

You didn’t respond to Barry’s command and you could see he was beginning to panic, his jaw tightening. When a tear welled up within your right eye and fell down your cheek, he paused his panicky state. He chose instead to rub his hands up and down your upper arms slowly, still hunching to reach your eyes with his own easier.

“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked and you shook your head violently, almost like a child.

“I need you” you choked out “Please, just tonight, I need you”.

Your plea was all Barry needed to feel wave of protectiveness wash over him. A product of evolution, perhaps. Big man protects scared little woman. He knew you weren’t a scared little woman, however, which is why your current state worried him more. Despite such thoughts, he nodded his head, obeying your command for the second time that day and began leading you out of the building.

“Did you drive here?” he asked, his arm around your shoulder.

You nodded your head and he hummed. “I’ll drive us to your place. I can come get my car later” he said and led you to your car.

~

Barry led you up the stairs of your apartment block to your door. You handed him the keys, your shaking hands causing them to let out a jingle which filled the silence between the two of you. He opened your front door and led you into your apartment. Sitting you down on your loveseat lounge, he disappeared into your kitchen, returning with a glass of water. You held the glass which he had nudged into your hands, sipping from it tentatively. Finally, he sat beside you, his hands on his knees, rubbing them anxiously.

“Did you want to talk about what happened?” he asked, trying to look into your teary eyes. You continued to stare forward, sipping from your glass.

“Hank got me to do a job tonight. I didn’t want to…” you trailed off, finally turning your head to meet Barry’s gaze. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, one that communicated his understanding and encouraged you to continue. “I freaked out and didn’t know who could help… until I remembered our talk today. I’m sorry I turned up at your acting class-“

“It’s fine” he replied, rubbing your back gently with his large hands “I was just surprised”.

Suddenly, you practically launched yourself into Barry’s chest, pressing your face against the soft fabric of his shirt and wrapping your hands tightly around his middle. Your glass had been flung across the room but did not shatter. Some water remained in it still. Barry’s hands remained open for a moment in shock before wrapping around you, holding you tightly against his chest. You began to sob again once you felt his tenderness and he placed his cheek on the top of your head, shushing you quietly and mumbling something into your hair.

“What?’ you asked and Barry gently pulled you back so that he could look you in the eyes, with hands upon your shoulders.

“I said, you’re a good person Y/N”

You stared at him with wide, teary eyes and an open mouth, mirroring Barry’s own expression earlier that same day. The way that he looked at you, his eyes almost sparkling, told you that he truly meant what he said. Whilst you didn’t believe him, you appreciated the sentiment.

You moved your hand to Barry’s cheek, the stubble there tickling your palm ever so slightly. He shut his eyes at the touch and you leaned forward, gently covering his lips with your own. His eyes shot open at the kiss, however with your own eyes shut, you didn’t catch his panic. He shut them again quickly, leaning forward into your kiss and opening his mouth to allow it to deepen. He moved one of his hands to your waist, gripping there tightly, protectively. You moaned at his touch and you felt his shuddery breath in response.  His other hand gripped the side of your neck gently, his fingers just under your jaw. When his thumb moved to the other side of your neck, his grip now encasing your neck, you moaned again, and this prompted Barry to lift you from the side of the couch onto his lap so you could straddle him.

You squealed at the action but were quickly silenced by Barry’s lips once again upon yours, kissing with a passion more intense than before. His hand still encased your neck and his other hand travelled down your back and below your skirt, gripping your ass from underneath. Your once innocent view of the older man was slowly fading from your memory as this Barry, Barry Berkman, had his tongue in your mouth and his large hands squeezing your behind. He was pushing you ever so slightly against him, grinding you into him. You moved away from the kiss to place your head against his shoulder, moaning quietly. His other hand moved to your back now, holding your body against him and rubbing it comfortingly. His jeans were too thick for him to be feeling as much of this as you were, you thought. He was doing everything for your benefit, for your pleasure.

You sat up for a moment, moving away from him and you saw a flash of panic across his face before he watched you move to mount his thigh, your thighs on either side of his thick one and your core against it. He leaned his head against the back of your lounge, his mouth agape and eyes filled with awe. Your skirt and shirt still on, everything was technically hidden from Barry’s view. However, your face was still on full display, and that was all Barry needed. You began to grind yourself against Barry’s thigh, your hands on his shoulder and his hands on your waist for support. The material of his jeans against you was harsh but provided just enough texture to cause goosebumps to form and travel up your arms.

“You’re so good” Barry said lowly, his voice sounded the huskiest it had ever had. “Such a good girl”.

You picked up your pace at his words of encouragement, moving yourself faster and faster against him.  Your eyes never left his as he stared up at you. He occasionally looked down to his thigh which you were upon, swallowing down his arousal at the sight of your own arousal soaking a wet spot through his jeans. It was all so pornographic yet so intimate as he rubbed your sides lovingly. You felt yourself getting closer to your limit, your eyes squeezing shut and breaking your gaze from Barry’s for the first time in minutes.

“I think I’m-“ you whimpered.

Barry tucked a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear, his hand gripping behind your head to pull you towards him and finally kiss you again. You came the minute your lips touched, and he pulled you against his body. You gripped his back, scratching through the shirt and gripping the muscles there. You moaned into his mouth, falling apart against him and he held you protectively. As you came down from your high, you moved to lay your head upon his shoulder, lips grazing his neck as he drew lazily upon your back.

You suddenly perked up from his shoulder and he looked at you, confused by your actions.

“Let me help you” you said, your hand travelling down his chest to the buttons of his jeans. As you moved into a better position to undo his buttons, you noticed a wet patch on the front of his jeans, other than the one you had left upon his thigh.

You looked up at him and noticed he was looking to the side, his fist covering his mouth slightly in what you assumed was embarrassment. “You already-“ you started.

“Yeah, just after you did” he answered, interrupting your question in order to stop you from even asking.

“I didn’t even touch-“ you started again.

“Yeah I know” Barry said, still refusing to meet your gaze.

“That’s so hot” you said smiling and he finally turned his head to look at you, a smile creeping onto his face in response to yours.

“I should go clean-up” he said, promoting you to lift yourself off of him and back onto the lounge beside him. He began to stand up on shakey legs, still physically and mentally recovering from what had just occurred.

As he made his way to your bathroom you called his name, causing him to turn and look at you once again. “Thank you” you said, the horrors of what you had done today were now back behind a flimsy closet door within your mind.

He smiled, nodding before turning around again.

~

“You shouldn’t have done that Hank… No I don’t care! You call me if you need a hit done, okay? Not her! You do that shit again and I swear to God, you’re a dead man”.

The mans voice woke you up from your slumber. You were laying in your bed, your hand reached out to the spot beside you that was slowly losing its warmth from the body that was once laying there. You smiled at the memories of the night before. Barry had been so caring, laying with you in bed all night and holding you. He always held you so tight. He held you like he wanted to hold you, like he always wanted to hold you. You sat up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you heard him enter your bedroom. He was fully dressed in what he was wearing the night before, however his pants were now clean. His stern expression softened as he caught sight of you, so sweet and peaceful and not yet burdened by the realities of the day.

“Did I wake you up” he asked, moving to sit on the end of your bed. You shuffled toward him on your hands and knees, hugging him from behind and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“No” you mumbled into his neck “Was that Hank?”.

“Uh yeah. You won’t be doing any more jobs like that. I took care of it” he replied.

“Thank you” you said, and left a kiss on his cheek.

He stood up then, his hands in his pockets and looking a bit more confident than he usually did when he was with you. “I have to go” he said. You pouted and he smiled. “But I’d love to take you to dinner tonight, if you’d let me”.

Your pout quickly turned to a grin and you nodded your head.

“Cool” he smiled and began making his way out of your bedroom, looking back at you three times on his way out.

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[myeverythingisyourstruly]

Barry Berkman x reader

Request: making dinner and barry comes home and just praises you and holds you and ur like “babe the noodles are going to over boil let me go!!!”

“I’m back, and I got the bread!” Barry said, as he entered the front door.

He placed the garlic bread on the counter and came over to where you were, in the kitchen, standing over a boiling pot of water filled with noodles. Before you could reply, Barry spoke.

“And yes, I made sure it was gluten free.”

You smiled and leaned over to peck the corner of his mouth. “Thanks, babe.”

Barry leaned against the counter and openly stared at you. He watched as you moved around the kitchen with ease, strutting around in your tight blue jeans. 

“What?” You grinned as you caught him checking out your ass.

He flashed a soft, sexy smile, knowing that you caught him looking. Although, he wasn’t exactly trying to hide his attraction to his own wife.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“No, I got it.” you sighed. “The food should be ready soon.”

“I told you we could’ve gone out to dinner instead.”

“No, I wanted to do this. Sharing a nice, quiet meal at home with my husband is my ideal night.”

Barry moved a little closer to you. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You smiled but rolled your eyes.

“No, I mean it.” His hands encircled your waist as you felt his hard chest against your back. “I don’t think I tell you that enough but you really are. I’m so lucky to have you.” he breathed against your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine from the sensation. 

When he traced his hand along your bare arm, his fingertips barely grazing your skin, it caused you to break out in goosebumps.

You turned around, running your hands up his chest until they settled on his broad shoulders. “What exactly are you trying to do here?”

“Nothing,” he played innocent. “I’m just telling you how I feel. You know how hard that used to be for me, but now I feel like it’s so easy.”

You did remember how things used to be with Barry. It definitely wasn’t always this easy. Quite frankly, it was a mess.

You met Barry a few years ago and he was not in a good headspace. He was spiraling from all of the toxic people around him, mainly Fuches’ bitch ass. You knew about his “side job” as a hitman and all the horrible consequences that followed from that but you accepted him for who he was, the love of your life.

Thankfully, he left that life behind him and was now focusing on his acting career and being the best husband he could be.

“It’s not just because of me, I mean, you really made an effort to change.” 

He thought it over for a moment, “No, it’s because of you.” He leaned down to nibble on your neck.

“Barry,” you giggled. “as much as I’m enjoying this I gotta finish dinner.”

He held on tighter and mumbled something against your skin. He not so subtly reached down to cup one of your ass cheeks.

“Babe!” you squealed. “The noodles are going to over boil, let me go!”

He finally left you alone to tend to the spaghetti but not without tapping you on the behind.

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” he announced before walking towards the bedroom.

“Babe?” you called. “Can you wear that burgundy shirt that I like? It’s a good look on you.”

He turned around, displaying a shy smile before winking. “You got it, sweetheart.”

“Whew,” you fanned yourself once he left the room. You didn’t know if you were hot from the stove or from Barry; most likely the latter. Either way, you knew tonight would be a good night.

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Barry Berkman x (F) Reader

Requested By: @designersophisticate

Warnings: Langauge

Part 1 | Part 2

After getting shot and recovering, Barry dedicated everything to get him and his family out of LA. It took most of Y/N’s pregnancy but when the right place was found, Barry didn’t hesitate for a second and got them out of there. Y/N let Barry take the wheel once he was well enough, but even if she was pregnant and having to handle a few things on her own, she had to make sure her husband was taking care of himself.

Oregon is beautiful when you take it all in. The scenery. The coast. You also don’t have to live in big cities like Portland to experience everything the beaver state has to offer. Barry remembers finding some sort of calm when he visited Gene’s home in the woods. He found something like that in Oregon...being more in the middle of the woods with no neighbors, takes about an hour or two to get into town for resources, and the uninterrupted sound of nature surrounding their home. It was perfect and Barry was incredibly happy to be there knowing that his beautiful wife and children are always going to be with him.

Twins. Y/N didn’t know at the time of Barry’s accident. It wasn’t until she was two and a half months along when her OB pointed it out to her. The thought of twins stressed her out but it’s exciting. Instead of raising just one little one, Barry gets to raise two at the same time. Her first trimester she dedicated almost all of it to taking care of Barry, which he hated but the man was bedridden for half of his recovery. He had to remind Y/N to drink, eat, and take care of herself when she’d come home after work, she only forgot because once she got home everything Barry needed to do regarding his health she needed to help with.

Barry found their home during her second trimester and he was recovered for the most part, so he did most of the heavy lifting while, in Barry’s words, Y/N was to sit there and look pretty. The plan on getting there was a tad more difficult than Barry could imagine. He didn’t want to be spotted at the airport and he obviously didn’t want Y/N to go alone but that’s how it went. Barry got a head start driving up there as Y/N stayed in their empty LA home before getting on a plane. That took until the end of the second trimester for Barry to meet up with her and he was anxious the entire time apart until they reunited.

Moving is stressful.

Moving to a different state is stressful.

Not seeing your husband for weeks is stressful.

Stress that shouldn’t have been put on Y/N in the first place.

But god...isn’t it absolutely amazing being held by your husband after not seeing him for a while...

A moment without stress.

When the “home stretch” in Y/N’s pregnancy came around, Y/N didn’t have many random outburst of her emotions. She really only got mad when Barry would startle her sometimes in the middle of the night by watching her sleep. Waking up to someone staring at you, even if they are your entire world, will startle you. He only really did that after reading up on the fact that since she’s carrying one more than usual, she can go into early labor and or have complications. The first thing didn’t happen, Y/N was prepared. But not for complications.

Emotions can have a physical toll on the body, you really should take care of yourself sometimes.

Well. Y/N’s husband got shot, his recovery made him bedridden for the beginning, insurance didn’t cover some of what happened so she had to work for it, being pregnant with twins is a literal weight that makes things difficult, she had to wait weeks before FLYING to go see her husband and start the adventure OUTSIDE of the hell that made all these changes happen, and change. Change is a scary ass fucking thing. But she embraced it. Even if it could’ve killed her.

When the twins arrived, complications were high blood pressure and excessive bleeding during a planned C-Section. It may have not been the same situation completely, but there was a moment that Barry had to leave and the twins went to the NICU to make sure they were 100%. The resident assisting the OB had to come out and tell Barry that complications are getting dicey and she lost a lot of blood. Now she wasn’t shot, but Barry experienced a similar reality Y/N did. She made it with flying colors as the doctors would say it.

Enough of the recap. 7 months later...

Y/N carefully steps out of the nursery looking in on her sleeping babies one more time before taking the portable monitor and leaving them to their nap. She makes her way downstairs expecting to find her husband in the living room but he wasn’t there.

“Barry Berkman...where the fuck would you be” Y/N asks herself before feeling extremely stupid when she looks out the kitchen window to the backyard.

Eventually making her way outside, Y/N towers her sleeping husband in the hammock he set up outside. Their cattle dog, Haggard, was nuzzled up with him in the hammock but once he saw Y/N he got up walking over Barry causing him to wake up when the happy dog wanted pets from Y/N. Which he always receives.

“Yknow. Instead of doing every other day shifts. We should switch up every time they wake up.” Y/N states before moving out of Haggard’s way so he could jump off the hammock and onto the grass. “We would be equally tired babe”

“Yeah but Alex and Evelyn need your energy throughout the day more than mine” Barry smiles getting out of the hammock wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist.

“Oh? They need both of us, baby” Y/N smiles snaking her arms around his neck after clipping the monitor on her belt. “Plus you always make them smile when you wake into the room, so”

Barry smiles admiring his gorgeous wife before kissing her lovingly. Soon being beautifully interrupted by the sound of the monitor picking up one of the twins whining. Y/N unhooks the monitor checking for a sec before handing it to Barry.

“You can feed the chickens. I’ll take care of the little ones” Y/N smiles sneaking another kiss before parting quickly heading back inside. “I STILL THINK ITS WEIRD THAT YOU GOT CHICKENS!” She laughs stepping inside.

Barry rolls his eyes heading toward the shed to grab the chicken feed. The few Oregon people out there have chicken coups in their town homes. Barry thought it was a good idea.

“Watch out Haggard” Barry states watching the dog move out of the way from the bin he keeps the feed in. He pulls it out about to grab a bowl but takes a knee.

Barry reaches in all the way lifting a black box out from the bottom of it. Haggard of course being curious starting sniffing the box, making Barry carefully push him away.

“Bud if you got hurt. Y/N would kill me” He states putting in the number code being their anniversary. He’s really opening it to make sure the gun is still in there, before putting back where he hid it.

After feeding the chickens and getting Haggard a bowl of his food, Barry walks inside the house finding Y/N preparing formula as the twins were strapped to her. Evelyn to her chest and Alex on her back.

“Want me to set that up as you get the twins situated in the living room, or do you got it?”

“I got this until I gotta start feeding’em, but for the mean time you can grab my favorite blanket and I’ll meet you on the couch” Y/N smiles watching Barry nod leaning in and kissing her cheek before grabbing what was asked for.

Once everything was settled and taken care of, Y/N laid in Barry’s embrace on the couch as the twins were comfortable on her chest and her favorite weighted blanket carefully lays on her. Barry couldn’t stop smiling enjoying this peaceful moment with his family. A family he fought hard for.

“I still can’t believe you convinced me to keep Alex’s name as Alex”

“Why?”

“Well, Alexander Berkman”

“Are you dissing our son’s name or your last name?”

“No no, well. We expected two girls instead of one of each” Barry laughs a bit resting his chin on top of Y/N’s head.

“I’m surprised ultrasound didn’t catch it. But honestly I hated laying down in that chair while I carried an extra ten pounds” Y/N says calmly rubbing circles on Alex’s back as he shifts a bit. “Plus. We were going to name the girl Alexis. So, you see where I’m getting at?”

“I do...I do now after you explained it” Barry states feeling Y/N move her head to look up at him in an uncomfortable position. “Hm?”

“Are you happy Mr. Berkman?”

“Oh words can’t explain how happy I am Mrs. Berkman” Barry smiles bringing them all closer to his person.

“God...” Y/N sighs with relief enjoying all of this. “All that has happened. Pays off doesn’t it?”

“Mhm”

The anxiety and stress that lead them to this peaceful outcome. Is something Barry will always protect. All those terrible years...left behind him.

No more being a hitman.

He’ll do anything to protect his home...and peace that he fought hard for.

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SFW Alphabet (Barry Berkman x Reader)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety and PTSD

A is for Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- Barry wasn’t very big on showing affection until he realized how much you loved it. You loved when his arms were wrapped around you or when his hand was resting idle on your thigh. You used to simply ask him, not wanting to push his boundaries, but he eventually realized how much you asked and how much you craved to have him touching you in some way. When he started doing it himself, it caught you off guard, but you also appreciated how he paid attention to when you asked and kept that knowledge in the back of his head. Other than simple little touches, Barry is very hesitant on affection because he doesn’t like to push boundaries, but he soon notices that you grow increasingly more happy when he shows you affection. He makes it a point to be near you or touching you at all times.

B is for Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

- Your relationship started out as a friendship. He was new in the acting class, so you and Ryan brought it upon yourselves to be nice to him and to show him that you were all really close. But when Ryan was shot, it was up to you and only you to keep that reputation up with Barry. You talked to him every class and made him feel like he mattered and that he was supposed to be there. As a friend, he would always bring your favorite snacks to class so that you’d have them and make sure that you had everything you needed. He just wanted to take care of you because he never felt like he could take care of someone before you guys became friends. Barry was also just an amazing person to rant to because he listened and knew how to comfort you and make you feel as if what you said mattered.

C is for Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

- Cuddling was very foreign to Barry, so there wasn’t any cuddling until a few months into the relationship. He liked touching you and assured you it was okay that you would touch him a little as well, but you still didn’t feel like he would be totally okay with you holding him. It wasn’t until he slept over one time and he curled up behind you and wrapped his arms around you that you knew that he was okay with it. Tbh, cuddling is probably Barry’s favorite thing because he just loves being so close to you and knowing that he’s keeping you safe. It also makes him feel safe because he can escape from the world a little and just remind himself that you are going to be there no matter what, even after he kills someone.

D is for Domestic (Do you they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- The thought of settling down is so appealing yet so horrifying for Barry. He knows he wants to live his life with you, but he doesn’t know if he wants to buy and house and start a family and make any bigger commitments than just loving you and only you. Marriage is scary to him and so is pretty much everything outside of living in a small apartment with you and your cat. However, if you guys do end up getting that big house you’ve always wanted, you know that he’ll do an amazing job cleaning it. He fucking cleans up blood and stuff for a living so cleaning the apartment comes so naturally to him. You could literally be gone for an hour and the entire living room and kitchen would be vacuumed and dusted. More often than not, you’d find him in the bathroom singing off-key to some random album from the 90s and cleaning the bathtub.

E is for Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- Barry would most likely have to break up with you because the Chechens threatened using you against him the next time he did a job wrong. He’d tell you the truth, well somewhat, and explain that he just needed to leave to “keep you safe.” You didn’t know what that meant so you’d argue and fight and cry until all of his stuff was packed and he’d be out. He call you maybe a week after and really tell you the truth, the hitman gigs, the Chechens, everything. It gave you closure and it made the breakup a bit more bearable, but you still missed him and loved him and couldn’t be with him. You understood but hated that you couldn’t have him.

F is for Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- Marriage was very stupid to Barry. He honestly didn’t believe in it and you didn’t care much about a big wedding because in the end it didn’t matter. You both just wanted each other, and you got that. Barry just kinda referred to you as his wife after a few years, not really having much care if someone called him out on it or not. You also referred to him as your husband, so you didn’t feel the need to go all out and get rings to signify that you guys loved each other because you already knew that.

G is for Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- Barry is a B I G softie when it comes to you. Once you and him are alone in your apartment, he gives you the most gentle touches and softest kisses and just becomes the biggest teddy bear. Everything he does is gentle, whether he’s dragging his hand up and down your arm or tapping lightly on your knee. Emotionally, however, he’s very harsh and closed off. He doesn’t like telling you how he feels, nor does he like you prying him on how he feels. So, you just cuddle and melt into each other and you know that he’ll just start spewing his emotions at some point. You don’t push, but you do remind him that he is loved and anything he says will not be judged. You know what he does, and he doesn’t have to be afraid of going too far when talking about his job.

H is for Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- Barry had never been given a proper hug until he met you. Hugs weren’t that important to him either, but once you truly hugged him for the first time, he was hooked. Your small frame against his large one brought him so much comfort it was ridiculous. Hugs were the only thing that he would really execute anywhere, even in public and that’s a big step for him. Barry loves hugs because they make him feel safe and he likes how you nuzzle into his chest or neck and just take in all of his warmth. More often than not, you smile against him and he feels it, making his heart beat clear out of his chest. His big arms would wrap around your waist and yours would go around his neck. He was also known to pick you up and snuggle into your neck at times, causing you to blush and laugh as he spun you.

I is for I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

- We all know Barry wouldn’t say it unless you said it first, not wanting to push boundaries, but he shows it right from the start. He pays attention to little things you say like what your favorite snack is or what your favorite color is and just brings it up every now and then. Having a movie night? Barry doesn’t even need to ask you what snacks you want because you’ve already told you all of his favorites. Christmas shopping? He got you some things that reminded him of you in your favorite color. You said it a few months in, and since then, he’s been saying it every five minutes because that’s how in love with you he is. Though he’s now officially saying ‘I love you,’ Barry still pays attention and makes it a point to get you everything you love all of the time.

J is for Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

- Jealous!Barry is very rare. You guys don’t really go to bars too often or out to dinner too much, but when you do, either the waiter or a random guy comes up and tries to get you to go home with him. Barry gets SO heated. He instantly is at your side, grabbing onto your waist with one hand and gripping your thigh in the other. He starts casually kissing your cheek and trying to get all of your attention. If none of that gets the guy away from you, he threatens to “rip him limb from limb,” but Barry doesn’t say it to the guy’s face. He says it in your ear so you know that you need to shut this guy down or else it’ll be the end of him. Barry isn’t joking when he says that either; he will actually fucking kill someone for you.

K is for Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they liked to be kissed?)

- Barry is a very gentle kisser. It’s mostly because he’s very tentative of kissing and doesn’t really do it much outside of the apartment, but he’s starting to warm up to the idea that he can kiss you anywhere. His lips are usually soft and he usually tells you before he kisses you that he is kissing you, giving you the chance to decline (as if you would.) He loves to kiss your hands because it’s so innocent and doesn’t really give away that you guys are together. It also just feels so much more intimate to him and he craves that feeling of intimacy with you. Barry loves to be kissed on his shoulders. You’re just tall enough to where you can reach his shoulders for kisses without him leaning down and he loves it. You’ve done it so many times that he’s used to the familiarity and it never fails to make him feel like the only man in the world.

L is for Little Ones (How are they around children?)

- Barry is a nervous wreck around kids. He likes older kids, older being 7 and up, but he’s still not confident with babies or toddler aged kids. You’ve brought him to holiday dinners with your family and even though he can do so well with the older kids and hold good conversations with them, he’s so tentative to hold your cousin’s new baby. Barry doesn’t wanna make a mistake, and you understand that. You guys have talked about kids before but aren’t really sure because of his crippling anxieties about it, and you completely respect that. You always remind him that even if you don’t have kids of your own, adopting older kids is an option and he just smiles because of how understanding you are. He knows how much you want your own kids, but you are willing to give up on that dream just so that you and him can raise a family together.

M is for Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- Mornings with Barry are literally filled with cuddling and dozing in and out of sleep. His arms wrapped around you, your hair all of his face and tickling his neck, and let’s not forget the soft little snores that fill your ears. You always wake up first but aren’t given the option to escape so you just lay on him and trace little circles into his arms or his chest until his eyes flutter open and he starts giving you kisses all of your head. He holds you against him tigther, wanting you to stay longer. You love that you get this time with him every morning. Your job doesn’t require you to come in until about noon, and Barry’s job is always almost a night shift type thing, so mornings are the only time you and him can really cling to one another and relish in the face that you have each other.

N is for Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- More often than not, you work until about 8pm and Barry doesn’t get home until 2-3am, but that doesn’t stop him from coming to snuggle you the moment he’s cleaned up and in comfy pjs. However, on the rare occasion you both have a night off, you’ll snuggle in bed and watch movies on Netflix, probably stupid throw away movies that you can tal or make out during. He loves just being with you and having the opportunity to kiss you and not being in fear of someone seeing and coming after you or being able to be lovey, clingy Barry. Barry doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to be needy and he likes just having all of your attention, especially at night. It makes him feel special. Getting off of work and getting attention from the one he loves most? Sign him up.

O is for Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

- Barry doesn’t keep secrets from you. The only secret he’s ever kept from you was the fact that he was a hitman, and that was for your own safety. Barry has been completely transparent about everything. From his PTSD and anxiety, to him being a big softie he exposed everything to you as soon as you guys became official. He warned you about his outbursts and how he can close off immediately and you appreciated that. You were the exact same way, letting him build up his trust for you as soon as you could, knowing it would be easy on his anxiety to know everything. You were a bit angry at the fact that he didn’t tell you that he was a hitman, but once he explained why with fully transparency, you weren’t as mad. You understood his need and want to protect from the men he worked for and you appreciated that he wanted to keep you safe, even if it meant lying to you about a pretty big thing.

P is for Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- Truly, it depends on the kind of day Barry’s been having. You can usually tell when he’s angry and try your best to stay out of his way because he does have a tendency to throw things or punch pillows and you don’t want to get hurt. If you do get in his way when he’s angry, he doesn’t yell at you. He just starts ranting and screaming and pounding his fists on the granite counter in your kitchen. Barry doesn’t get mad at you, he just directs his anger into rants to you and just yells in your face about some guy who pissed him off at the grocery store. The only time he was ever mad at you was when you blew him off to hang out with Sally, and even then, he was more angry at himself for feeling the slightest bit of rage at you wanting to be there for you friend who was hurting.

Q is for Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

- Barry remembers everything. He knows your favorite drink, your favorite snacks, your favorite color, what your first pet’s name was and more. Barry just loves hearing about you and wants to absorb up as much of that information as he can to use at a later date. You mention you wanna try that new Italian restaurant that’s opening in a year? He’ll look up when it opens and will be the first to make a reservation. You once said that you liked a very specific type of perfume and couldn’t find it anywhere so Barry went to about 15 stores looking for it just so you’d smile, and this was about two months after you mentioned it because he thought of it for a split second. He’s so attentive that it’s crazy, but it makes you smile when he does cute little things that you mentioned you liked or when he gets you your favorite takeout.

R is for Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- His favorite moment was the first time you and him did a scene in your acting class. Sally was home sick, so you filled in for her, and Barry thought you guys had such great chemistry onstage. It was a love confession scene from some random movie, and Barry basically just spoke to you, not embellishing the words and could also tell that you were doing the same. It was also the day that you asked him out to dinner for the first time, so that’s probably why he loves that moment the most. He loved that he was able to share his emotions with you the only way he really knew how and you were grateful that he was so easy to work with.

S is for Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

- Barry is very protective of you, especially when you guys go out after acting class with everyone else. He’s seen so many people in his life get hurt and he doesn’t want it to happen to you. Also, he doesn’t want the Chechens using you against him and holding you hostage until he got a job done. Barry has to keep an eye on you at all times, and it really shows when you go to bars. If you need to go to the bathroom, Barry is right behind you following you and making sure you stay safe and aren’t taken. It’s the same when you go to get a drink. He knows he doesn’t need to do it, but it’s his way of knowing that you’re safe and it doesn’t worry him. Barry is a big worrier. You’re protective of him as well, but only to an extent. You know he can take care of himself so that’s not an issue, but he’s oblivious to when people flirt with him. You make sure he’s by your side the whole time and try to make it obvious he’s yours.

T is for Try (How much effort would they put into anniversaries, gifts, dates, everyday tasks?)

- Barry does the absolute most for the anniversaries. He’ll take you to the fanciest restaurants and get you the nicest gifts, even if it just something that has sentimental value. For you one year, he got you a small stuffed elephant, simply to remind you of the most hilarious inside joke that you guys had ever made. To him, whenever he’s with you, he has to put in a shit ton of effort. When he makes dinner, he makes sure that you get the best experience. Like he’ll make such an extravagant meal on a normal fucking Tuesday. He just wants you to be reminded everyday that he loves you and will do the absolute most for you.

U is for Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?

- He doesn’t tell your where he’s at unless you call him, and he sometimes doesn’t even pick up his phone. Barry has gone MIA for days and it makes you nervous every time. You call Fuches, you call Gene, and you even call Sally. He usually responds to you after like four days, but he knows in for a hell of a time when he comes home. Usually, he’s out doing job after job and not paying much mind because he’s so used to doing everything by himself without someone caring too much. Barry knows that he has to realize that you’re there and care so he has gotten better at keeping you updated even it’s just a simple ‘I love you and I’m safe’ at 2am. It pisses you off, but your heart flutters whenever he texts you and you like being able to make sure he’s safe.

V is for Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- The only time Barry gives a shit about how he looks is when he takes you out. He usually only wears jeans and a tee shirt, but if he’s taking you somewhere fancy he’ll step it up and put on a nice collared shirt and some dress pants. He also tends to want to dress up a little for acting class, just to make a good impression. He’s more concerned with your wellbeing and that you have all of the stuff you need than he is with his own clothes or face and hair products, not that he has much anyway.

W is for Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Oh hell yeah. Barry didn’t feel as if he had a purpose until he met you and he knows that he’s go right back to that depressed feeling of you guys were to ever break up. Everything he does is for you and if he were to have that taken from him, he’s have no reason to live. Barry and you have gotten into fights and that has to lead to him crashing with Fuches for the night, and even in that short amount of time, he feels so empty and just unwanted. He needs you to survive at this point.

X is for Xtra (A random head canon for them)

~ Trigger warning for mention of dead animals!! ~

- When you guys were deciding if you wanted an animal or not, you said you really wanted a dog and he got so nervous. When you ultimately decided on a cat, you cautiously brought up the fact that he didn’t want a dog and he explained to you why. During his time in the marines, he saw a lot of the war dogs that they had brought over get shot or blown up. Barry would never be able to get their yelps of pain out of his head or even how they looked, so he just swore off dogs for the rest of his life.

Y is for Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

- In general, Barry doesn’t really like people who are too conceited. He feels like you need to be a little bit humble in order to be a respectable person. Every conceited person he’s met has treated him horrible because they thought they were at a higher rank in life than he was. In a relationship, Barry doesn’t want to be with someone who doesn’t understand his PTSD, or just simply disregards it. He needs to feel comfortable. That’s why he loves you. When ever you do something new, you always ask if he’s okay with it. You even do that when you guys are simply just going out to eat. Who knows if his anxiety was high that day or not; you know he wouldn’t want to go to dinner if he’s already close to a panic attack.

Z is for Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

- Barry has this entire nightly routine, which ultimately takes him about 20 minutes to complete. It aggravates you to no end because you just want to get in bed and cuddle, but you also know that if it’s interrupted or he doesn’t follow through with it fully, he’ll be anxious about it and want to go and start it all over again; he also does this routine whenever he comes home from a hit, too, making sleeping a little difficult with him slamming shit around in the bathroom. But once he’s done it all, he snuggles up next to you. Barry also has to sleep on the right side of the bed; he has no idea why, he just feels safest when you’re against the wall and he’s protecting you from anything that could hurt you.

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[berkmansimagines]

Glitch

A/N: I'm so excited about the new season 4 trailer that just dropped! I'm posting this lil drabble to celebrate 📱

Summary: Barry’s phone gps glitches out after a job, leading him to you…

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!reader

You and Barry were supposed to be just friends. Not even friends, more like business partners. You two teamed up on a hit together. It was meant to be a one time thing. Your handler told you to cut off all ties with Barry as soon as the job ended. But you weren’t always good at following orders… 

You have been going behind your handler's back, secretly hooking up with Barry since the night you finished the hit. It’s been going on for the past couple of weeks and you’re not even sorry. You two can’t seem to stay away from each other. Barry doesn’t live in your part of town but you go out of your way to see him. You don’t brave LA traffic for just anybody.

You were supposed to sweat him out. When you started hooking up with Barry, you had no idea how long it would last. You assumed the fling would just fizzle out like they all do, but it hasn’t. The situationship has been heating up and you don’t want it to end anytime soon.

Because of your line of work, you’ve never been the relationship type. You can’t tell anyone what you really do for a living and you didn’t want to start a relationship built on a lie. Being with Barry is different. He understands you in a way that no one else can and you don’t have to lie to him about your job. 

If Barry was just some random hook up, you would’ve cut him loose weeks ago. He means more to you than that. You and Barry haven’t officially defined your relationship yet, but you think that you’re starting to develop real feelings for him. And that kind of scares you.

You keep your feelings for Barry close to the chest. You’re playing it cool, acting a little coy around him. You were the one that insisted on keeping the relationship a secret and you don’t know where Barry’s head is at. He might want to break off whatever you two have going on so he could date someone that he doesn’t need to sneak around with. You’ve considered the possibility that he could be falling for you too, but you don’t want to get your hopes up. You think you have no chance. People like you don’t get a happily ever after. 

You haven’t heard from Barry all day. You thought about reaching out to him but you were the one that texted last and you didn’t want to appear desperate. To get your mind off him, you went out to a nearby bar. While you were sitting alone at the bar, some dudes tried flirting with you. But they gave nothing. And Barry was always on the back of your mind. You would have rather spent the night with him… 

You only had one drink before taking an Uber home. The driver drops you off across the street from your apartment building. As you walk towards your place you can’t help but admire the beautiful night sky. The night is so starry, blood moonlit. It feels almost fake, like something you’d only see in a movie.

Then, from the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar looking car parked in front of your building. That’s Barry’s car. You scrunch your forehead, confused. The two of you didn’t make plans tonight. Why is he outside your place?

You slowly approach the vehicle. When you get closer you see Barry sitting in the driver’s seat. He looks kinda rough. You gently tap on the window and Barry almost jumps out of his seat. He didn’t see you coming. He rolls down the window.

“Uhhh… hey Y/N,” he nods, trying his best attempt at acting casual.

You raise your eyebrow, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Barry… What are you doing here?”

You look Barry up and down and notice his hand is bleeding pretty bad. You immediately soften your face, putting your guard down.

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” you ask with concern.

Barry shakes his head.

“It’s nothing. I was on a job earlier…” he sighs.

You nod your head, understanding.

“Sorry I just showed up here. My phone gps fucked up. I thought I selected my address but I must’ve accidentally pressed yours by mistake. And now it’s not working at all,” he quietly explains.

You notice his phone on the dashboard. There’s blood all over it. No wonder it’s not working. Even if it was, Barry is in no shape to drive. His hand is still bleeding. He clearly needs your help.

You take a deep breath and then-

“Come up to my place with me. I can stitch your hand,” you offer.

Barry’s eyes widen.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out,” Barry tries.

“Trust me, you’re not putting me out at all,” you insist.

You and Barry lock eyes. Your heart skips a beat. He makes you feel nervous but in a good way. None of the guys you talked to at the bar tonight could make you feel the way you do in this exact moment. After a beat, Barry nods his head and gets out of the car.

“Thanks Y/N. I’m, uh, I’m kinda glad I ended up here,” Barry says sincerely. 

You bite down on the bottom of your lip to stop yourself from giving him the biggest smile. You’re still trying to play it cool.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

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Eyes Open

Summary: You go out to look for Barry after he doesn't return home from a hit.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

You’re worried sick. Barry went out to do a hit yesterday and he hasn’t come home yet. You’ve tried calling him about a dozen times but it keeps going straight to voicemail. His phone is off, so you can’t track him. Barry has gone off the grid from time to time because of work, but never for this long. In your gut, you know something is wrong.

The job was kind of dangerous. Barry was hired by a woman to kill her estranged husband, Jim. Jim is a former police chief who had just recently retired. Jim’s wife left him and wants a divorce, but he refuses to sign the papers. So now she wants him gone for good. She hired Barry to take care of the problem.

Jim being a police officer meant that he was trained. He could put up a fight. Barry knew the risks but agreed to do the hit anyway. The money was too good to pass up. You and Barry have been talking about quitting your jobs one day to start a family. You want to save up some money for your future and Barry was just trying to contribute.

You’re so desperate to find Barry that you reach out to one of your least favorite people - Fuches. Fuches was the one who put the entire hit together. If anyone knows the address of Barry’s last job, it’s Fuches. You call Fuches in a panic, telling him that you hadn’t seen Barry since he left for his job yesterday. 

Fuches sounded stunned and concerned. Most of the time, you don’t trust Fuches. You believe that he manipulates Barry, but you know that deep down he cares about your husband too. Fuches’s reaction seemed genuine. When you asked Fuches for the address of the job, he gave it to you without hesitation. 

After you end the call with Fuches, you grab your gun and run out the door. You race to get to the address as quickly as possible, speeding through several lights in the process. The place is about thirty minutes away, you make it there in ten.

As soon as you arrive, you quickly scan the house’s exterior and try to come up with a plan. You don’t see any cars parked in the driveway. Now is your chance to break in and look for Barry.

You drive up the street to park your car. While searching for a spot, you see a car that looks a lot like Barry’s. You park your car in the free space in front of it. You grab your gun and jump out the car. Then you peek inside the car you parked in front of and nod to yourself. It definitely belongs to your husband. If Barry is still alive, he has to be close.

You break into the house through an open window near the back. You quietly sneak around, searching every room. Nobody appears to be home. You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious through each passing room. Where the fuck is he?

The last place for you to check is the garage. You tiptoe through the kitchen and open the side door. When you look inside, your heart nearly drops. You find Barry tied to a chair, unconscious. He’s hooked up to an IV.

“Oh shit!’

You rush over to your husband. You look him up and down for injuries, then you gently cup his face in your hands.

“Barry! Barry, can you hear me?” 

He’s unresponsive. You pat his shoulder and lightly shake him.

“Please! Please wake up,” you try.

After a beat, Barry opens his eyes. He’s slowly coming to. You let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Fuck, babe! You scared the shit out of me,” you tell him.

Barry looks around, confused. He’s so out of it.

“Y/N? What…what are you doing here?” Barry asks groggily. 

“I’m here to rescue you,” you answer with a quiet urgency in your voice.

You carefully take the IV out of Barry’s arm. Then you pull a small pocket knife out of your back pocket.

“You’ve been MIA since yesterday. What the fuck happened to you?” 

You lean down and place your gun on the floor before you start cutting the rope tying Barry’s ankles to the legs of the chair.

“My target… Jim…he bagged me when I was trying to break in. I woke up here,” Barry explains. 

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself.

“Jim is…he’s something else. I think he’s more than just a cop. He has to be like ex-military too. Civilians don’t know that type of shit,” Barry says.

You give Barry a look of concern.

“What did he do to you?”

Barry shrugs, dodging the question.

“Do you know where he is now?” Barry asks you, changing the subject.

You shake your head.

“There weren’t any cars in the driveway and I checked every room. He’s not here,” you tell Barry.

You finish cutting Barry’s ankles free and move up to his wrists tied to the chair’s arms. 

“Are you sure?” Barry sounds uneasy.

You ignore Barry’s question and continue cutting one of Barry’s wrists free.

CREAK

Your heart skips a beat. It sounds like somebody else is inside the house. Jim must have just got home. You look up at Barry and see his face go pale. 

“Y/N, look out!” he urgently warns you.

From the corner of your eye you see a large man barrelling towards you. You covertly slip the pocket knife into Barry’s hand and then-

SMACK

Jim hits you in the head with a socket wrench. You immediately drop to the floor, close to where you left your gun. Shooting Jim might be the only chance you and Barry have to get out of this situation alive. Your head is spinning but you make a desperate grab for the gun. As soon as it's in your hand, Jim stomps his foot on your wrist.

“Ahhh,” you wince in pain. 

“Drop your weapon or I’ll break your arm,” he threatens.

You reluctantly let go of the gun. Jim moves his foot off your wrist and kicks the gun away. You push yourself back, trying to get away from him. 

“Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you two working together?” Jim questions you.

Your head is throbbing and you feel a little woozy. 

“C’mon, man! Don’t you know not to ask so many questions to someone you just gave a head injury to? It’s not polite,” you grumble.

You watch Jim put the socket wrench down on a metal tray. At a quick glance of the tray you see a pair of pliers, a couple of wrenches and sensory deprivation goggles. Your jaw drops. Fuck. You just know that your husband has gone through some shit in the past 24 hours.

You turn your attention to Barry and you two lock eyes. You look at him with empathy. Your moment is interrupted when Jim loudly grabs the pair of pliers off the metal tray. He steps in between you and Barry, blocking your view of him.

“He can’t help you now,” Jim snickers.

While Jim is distracted with you, Barry uses the knife you gave him to cut his other wrist free. He rises to his feet and quietly sneaks up behind Jim. You see Barry approach and your eyes widen. Barry presses his finger against his lip, signaling for you to not react.

Jim holds up the pair of pliers, as if he was showing them off to you.

“You better start answering some questions or-”

Barry abruptly stabs Jim in the neck with your pocket knife. Barry cuts him deep, hitting a major artery. Jim staggers away bleeding heavily from the neck. He only takes a few steps before dropping to the floor. He’s dead before he hits the ground.

“Damn…” you breathe.

Barry turns his attention away from his target to focus on you. His face softens.

“Are you okay?” 

You got hit in the head pretty hard, but you’ve survived worse. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be alright,” you nod.

Barry leans down and offers you his hand. You take it. He helps you up.

“Thanks. Sorry for the shitty rescue mission. I was winging it,” you sigh.

“It wasn’t shitty,” Barry quietly replies.

You give Barry a small smile and then eye the door.

“Ready to go?” 

Barry takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

“I can’t leave yet. I need to do some cleanup here,” Barry explains as he picks your gun up off the floor.

He hands the gun over to you. You take it and tuck it away in the back of your jeans.

“Do you want any help?” you offer.

“I’ll be okay,” he reassures you.

“Be careful,” you tell your husband, “I’ll see you at home.”

You start heading towards the door.

“Y/N!” your husband calls out to you.

You stop walking and turn to face Barry.

“Thanks. You, uh, really saved my ass back there,” he says sincerely.

You nod.

“Anytime Berkman. You know I can’t live without you.”

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[berkmansimagines]

Vigilante Shit

A/N: This was really fun to write 🔪💋

Summary: You and Barry help out a family friend.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

You don’t normally do pro-bono work but this was a special case. You’re doing it as a favor for your handler - Diane. Diane’s teenage niece, Sarah, has been getting some unwelcome attention from a stalker. The stalker is named Jeremy. He’s a twenty-something loser that works as a pizza delivery boy. Jeremy won’t leave Sarah alone. He has texted and called her so much that she’s had to change her phone number twice. The creep has even followed her to school a few times. Sarah tried going to the police for help but they did nothing. She has become so freaked out, she’s afraid to leave her home.

You used to babysit Sarah when she was a little girl. It was long ago when you first moved out to LA, before you got started down your current career path. Sarah’s a good kid. She doesn’t deserve any of this. So when Diane told you what was going on, you volunteered to take care of the problem. Diane demanded that you only intimidate the guy and not kill him. She doesn’t want to raise any suspicion from her niece. Neither you or Diane want Sarah to find out what you really do for a living.

While doing some pre-op, you discovered that the stalker lives nearby a restaurant that you and Barry have been meaning to check out. You asked your husband if he wanted to join you and he offered to help out with the job. You plan on getting dinner afterwards. Because this is sort of a date night for you and Barry, you’re more dressed up than usual. You're wearing a little black dress and did some cool cat eye makeup.

You and Barry broke into Jeremy’s place and are waiting for him to return from work. It’s a tiny studio apartment. There’s an entire wall covered with pictures of Sarah. Many of the photos appear to have been taken without Sarah’s knowledge or consent. You tear down the pictures before the stalker gets home.

You’re in the middle of perusing the liquor cabinet when Jeremy walks through the door. His jaw drops when he sees you. A hot woman is inside his apartment. He thinks he won the lottery or something.

“Hi. Uh, what are you doing here?” Jeremy awkwardly waves to you.

“Waiting for you,” you casually nod, “I was hoping to make myself a drink, but you have some terrible taste in alcohol. I mean, what the fuck is this shit?”

You hold up a bottle of Whipped Cream Vodka.

“Such a child,” you scoff.

You pour the vodka down the drain. Jeremy’s face drops.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” he yells.

Jeremy rushes toward you when you suddenly smash the vodka bottle. Glass flies everywhere. Jeremy stops in his tracks while you remain unfazed. You hold up the broken bottle like a weapon and slowly approach the stalker.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” you shake your head.

Jeremy takes a few steps back before bumping into Barry. He turns around and screams at the site of your husband. Barry is leaning against the door with his arms crossed against his chest and a gun in his hand. He coldly stares down the stalker. If looks could kill, Jeremy would be dead.

“What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you people?” the stalker asks.

“Oh don’t worry about him. You’re going to be talking to me. I’m Y/N. You don’t need to introduce yourself. I already know all about you, Jeremy,” you say coolly.

“What….what do you want?”

You smirk, confidently fiddling the broken bottle between your fingers. Jeremy is absolutely terrified. You’ve got him right where you want him.

“Listen, me and my partner over there have dinner reservations. And I’m nothing if not punctual so I’m going to make this quick. I know what you’ve been doing to Sarah. The stalking, the harassment, all of it. And it stops now. You understand?”

Jeremy quickly nods his head. He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Yes…yes, ma’am,” he stutters.

You put the broken bottle to Jeremy’s neck.

“I want you to promise me that you’ll never bother Sarah again,” you demand. “I promise!” Jeremy yelps.

“Promise what?” you press the glass shards against his neck. “I promise I won’t bother Sarah again!” he cries.

You take a deep breath and lower the bottle away from Jeremy’s neck.

“Great! Then we’re all done here.”

You nonchalantly toss the broken bottle behind you.

“Thanks for being a good sport,” you nod.

You put your fist out for Jeremy to bump. He gives you a confused look and reluctantly puts his fist out, when Barry abruptly grabs him. Your husband slams Jeremy against the wall. Jeremy shrieks in pain.

“Sorry I should’ve warned you that my partner is a little protective. He doesn’t like it when creepy stalkers try to touch me,” you snicker.

Barry puts a gun to Jeremy’s chin. You stand by your husband and get right in Jeremy’s face.

“Don’t talk to Sarah or go near her ever again. If you even so much as look in her general direction, my partner and I will come back and I promise you we won’t be as polite,” you threaten him.

Barry lets go of Jeremy and he falls to the floor. He’s crying in the fetal position.

“I think our work is done here. Come on, babe, let’s go,” you tell Barry.

And with that, you and Barry walk out. As you leave Jeremy’s building, the two of you do a cute little high five. You’re so happy you pulled this off. Now that creep will finally leave Sarah alone.

“That was kinda fun!” you giggle and scrunch your nose, “Did you hear him call me ma’am? I don’t think anyone’s called me ma’am before.”

“Yeah! You were so intimidating, babe,” Barry compliments you, “It was actually pretty hot.”

Your husband can’t help but check you out. You look so pretty. He’s impressed and proud of you. That’s my fucking wife.

“Awww thanks babe! You were good muscle,” you wink.

You and Barry get into the car. While Barry gets the directions for the restaurant on his phone, you check out your make up in the mirror. It still looks good.

“You know, I feel like I really had to hold myself back with that creep,” you quietly admit, “This whole situation got me thinking, what if we have a little girl one day and something like this happened to her? What would we have done?”

“If it was our kid, he would’ve been dead the moment he walked through the door,” Barry immediately replies in a low, serious voice.

You raise your eyebrows and coyly smile. Barry didn’t even hesitate with his answer. You’re kinda turned on by that.

“Babe…”

You rest your hand on Barry’s thigh.

“I know we made dinner reservations, but I want to skip right to dessert. How about we blow off the reservation and go home?” you suggest.

Barry’s face perks up. He stops the directions for the restaurant and puts in the address for home.

“Whatever you say, ma’am,” Barry smirks.

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[berkmansimagines]

High Infidelity

A/N: Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? 🩵

Summary: Barry does a job behind your back.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

It was supposed to be a simple job for Barry. He was hired by a woman to kill her husband. She wants his life insurance money so she can rebuild her life with some guy she’s been having an affair with. Fuches put the whole thing together. Barry had no idea that it would become so complicated, so quickly… 

Shortly after Barry found out about the job, you called him in distress. You sounded upset and frustrated. Your handler was trying to get you to do a job that you didn’t want to do. The client, Mark, wanted to hire you to take out his wife so he could avoid a costly divorce and marry his current mistress without judgment. The reason you didn’t want to do the job is because you used to know Mark personally. He's one of your ex flings.

It was nothing serious. You two hooked up for a couple of weeks before it fizzled out. Truth be told, you hardly remember him. The only significant thing about Mark is that he was your last casual hookup before you met Barry.

You never told Mark what you really did for work. He didn’t know he was hiring you when he connected with your handler, Diane. And you didn’t realize that the client was your ex until you and Diane met up with him in person. Mark was stunned when he first saw you but once the shock faded, he kept trying to flirt with you. You felt embarrassed and uncomfortable but did your best to hide it. You don’t want to see any of your past hookups ever again, especially in this type of situation. The whole thing just felt wrong.

Before you had a chance to voice your concerns, Diane told Mark that you would do the job. You were uneasy after you left the meeting. You really don’t want to do this hit because of your past relationship with Mark. Having any sort of connection with a client or target is too risky. 

You called Barry during your drive home. You needed to vent and figure out your next move. While talking, Barry offhandedly mentioned the job Fuches wanted him to do. You both quickly discovered that your clients are husband and wife and you are being paid to kill the other spouse. Turns out that Mark and his wife are both cheaters and overall shitty people. It’s the type of twist you only thought happened in movies or TV shows. 

After the stunning realization, you predicted that the situation was going to get messy and weird. You and Barry have been playing it safe lately, being more careful about what hits you’re taking. You keep your guard up because you don't know who you can trust. 

You can’t kill your ex’s wife and your husband can’t kill your ex. It’s just not a good look. You decided to stay out of it and asked Barry to do the same. He reluctantly agreed.

“It’s way too risky babe…”

Your words keep echoing in the back of Barry’s head while he’s on his way to meet Fuches at a driving range. When Barry arrives, he slinks off to the side as Fuches practices his golf swing. Barry then tells his handler about his phone call with you and that he won’t be able to do the hit anymore. Fuches shrugs Barry off.

“I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you want to ice your wife’s ex boyfriend?”

“It’s too risky,” Barry replies

“Are those your words or hers?” Fuches raises his eyebrows.

Barry looks down at his feet. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. Fuches already knows the answer.  

Fuches sighs, nodding his head. He’s quiet for a moment, choosing his next words very carefully. And then-

“Do you think it’s possible… no,” Fuches fake gasps, stopping himself from finishing the sentence.

Barry scrunches his forehead. 

“What?” Barry asks quietly.

Fuches takes a deep breath, pretending to be concerned.

“Well I was going to say, do you think it’s possible she still has feelings for Mark?” Fuches wonders aloud, “I mean, what other reason would she ask you not to kill him? Why is she protecting him?”

Fuches swings his golf club and hits the ball, smirking to himself. Barry clenches his jaw and tightens his hands into fists. He’s quietly seething. Fuches always knows how to push Barry’s buttons. He brought that up because he knew it would drive Barry over the edge. And it worked.

Next thing Barry knows, he’s staked out down the street from Mark’s house. Barry is waiting for Mark to go outside before he moves in for the kill. He did not plan ahead for this. If he had, he would’ve brought a book or something to pass the time. He’s just sitting in his car, bored out of his mind and monitoring the street when he notices a figure suddenly emerge from around the corner. Barry doesn’t think much of it until the figure gets closer to Mark’s house. As they walk under a street light, Barry finally sees who it is and his heart sinks to his stomach.

It’s you. 

What the fuck is she doing here? 

Barry doesn’t know what to do. His mind is racing. 

What if Fuches was right? What if you still have feelings for Mark? What if something is going on between you two?

You approach Mark’s house but stop yourself from knocking on the door. You stay in the driveway, leaning against a parked car. After a beat, Mark opens the door and steps out of his house. His face perks up when he sees you. This is an unexpected visit. Barry rolls down his window so he can listen in on the conversation.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise,” Mark smirks as he walks towards you. He’s trying to be flirty but you have no time for his bullshit. 

You roll your eyes and cross your arms against your chest. You’d rather be anywhere else right now. The only reason you’re here is because your handler was pissed when you told her that you refused to take the job. Now she’s making you break the news to Mark. You tried calling him several times but it always went straight to voicemail. You don’t trust Mark well enough to send him a text or leave a voicemail that could incriminate you, so you need to tell him in person.

“It wouldn’t have been such a surprise if you answered one of my calls,” you grumble, then cut right to the chase, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m not doing that job for you.”

Mark’s face drops. He goes from flirty to furious in an instant. 

“Why the fuck not, Y/N?” he questions you.

“It’s too risky with our past connection,” you try.

Mark shakes his head. He’s not used to people saying no to him.

“You need to find someone else. Or better yet, just get a divorce. That’s probably the easiest option for everyone,” you sigh.

Barry watches you turn to walk away from Mark. You don’t still have feelings for him. Fuches was full of shit. He only said that to get under Barry’s skin. Barry feels like an idiot for ever doubting you. 

“I shouldn’t be here…” Barry mutters to himself.

Barry told you that he wouldn’t kill Mark and he wants to keep his word. He thinks about leaving until-

Mark abruptly grabs your wrist and forcefully pulls you back toward him.

“Hey! Don’t walk away from me,” Mark orders.

Barry’s eyes widen when he sees Mark grab you. Any hesitation Barry had about killing Mark has passed. Mark sealed his fate the moment he put his hands on you. Your husband impulsively reaches for his gun. He’s about to get out of the car to help you when he sees you roughly shove Mark away. 

"Are you serious? You know what I do for a living! Do you really want to try that? How do you think it would end for you?" you say through gritted teeth. Mark puts his hands up in defense.

Barry can’t help but smile to himself. My wife’s a fucking badass! 

“You were supposed to help me,” Mark complains.

“Trust me, I’ve helped you more in the past couple of hours than you will ever know,” you reply back coolly.

You walk away. 

“Thanks for nothing, you fucking bitch!” Mark shouts down the street at you.

You flip Mark off as you keep walking. Barry keeps his eyes on you and Mark, making sure Mark doesn’t try grabbing you again and that you get out of there safely. Barry wants to wait until you’re gone before he goes after Mark.

Then Barry sees Mark get into his car and fasten his seatbelt. He’s about to drive away. If Barry wants to kill Mark he can’t wait any longer. He needs to make his move now… 

Meanwhile, you’re almost back to your car. You just turn the corner when -

POP, POP

You’re well trained enough to know a silenced gunshot when you hear one. You stop walking and immediately do a double take. As you turn back around the corner, you see Mark’s dead body slumped over in the front seat and a figure walking away from Mark’s car. You could recognize that silhouette anywhere. That’s your husband. 

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" you shrug loud enough for Barry to hear. 

You can’t believe Barry lied to you. He told you that he wouldn’t kill Mark and he did it anyway. Barry lies to everyone else except you, or so you thought…

Barry's entire body tenses up when he hears your voice. He turns his head and locks eyes with you. You look pissed. Barry quickly shakes his head. Not here. You two can talk about this later. He turns back and continues walking away from the scene.

“Fuck!” he curses to himself.

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[berkmansimagines]

it's time to go

A/N: Well this is it - my last fic! Just wanted to say this hitman wife series was so fun to write and thank you for reading ❤️

Summary: You and Barry try quitting your jobs, but find it easier said than done.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

tw: violence against pregnant person

SMACK

You are woken up by a punch to the face. You open your eyes to take a look at your surroundings. You’re sitting in a chair in the middle of a warehouse. Your hands are tied behind your back. 

It isn’t the first time you’ve woken up in this type of predicament, but you pray that it's the last. You used to be a hitman. This type of shit was par for the course. But that part of your life is over now. You’re 18 weeks pregnant with a little girl. You and Barry quit your jobs after finding out you were having a baby. Neither of you wanted your child to grow up in that violent world, you were trying to keep your family safe. All you want is for you and Barry to have a fresh start with your baby daughter. You’re done with the hitman life, unfortunately it's not done with you… 

You’ve had old work contacts reach out to you about jobs and you refused them all. One of those contacts was a powerful crime boss named Roman. He wanted to meet with you about a job but you ignored his requests. Roman doesn’t take kindly to people turning him down. He felt slighted and took it personally. So Roman sent out one of his goons, Victor, to bring you to him.

Victor took you while Barry was driving you home from a doctor’s appointment. The goon crashed into Barry’s car and then pulled a gun on the two of you. You went with Victor so the confrontation wouldn’t turn violent. The last thing you remember is struggling in Victor’s arms while he jabbed you with a needle. He gave you a sedative that knocked you out. And that’s how you ended up here.

You suddenly feel someone roughly grab your chin. You look up and see Victor standing over you. 

“Yo Boss! Y/N is up!” Victor shouts.

Victor’s boss, Roman, confidently saunters in. You always thought that he was a smarmy asshole. It looks like not much has changed.

“Ah there she is!” Roman claps his hands together, “I’m so happy you could make it!”

You roll your eyes. The only reason you’re here is because you didn’t want Roman’s goon to shoot your husband.

“I didn’t have much choice in the matter,” you unenthusiastically.

“How have you been?” Roman asks as if he’s catching up with an old friend.

“Well, I’d be a lot better if I wasn’t tied to this chair right now. Can you help a girl out?” you try.

Roman laughs and circles behind you. He rubs his hands against your shoulders. You do your best not to flinch at his touch.

“No, I can’t do that! I don’t want you to try to run off before I tell you about your next job.”

You sigh impatiently. You’re not interested in hearing about this job at all. 

Meanwhile, Barry has just arrived at the warehouse. Barry had been tailing Victor’s car ever since he took you. The goon warned Barry not to follow but that didn’t stop your husband.

Barry is outside, trying to figure out a way in. The front entrance of the warehouse is a large metal sliding door. It’s mostly closed except for a tiny crack. 

Barry puts his eye up to the small opening in the door so he can take a look inside the warehouse. He sees you tied to a chair. You’re surrounded by the goon that kidnapped you and another man. Barry assumes it’s that crime boss Roman. 

Your husband tries to quietly open the sliding door so he can sneak in. But it’s stuck. The door won’t budge. 

“Fuck,” Barry curses to himself.

He won’t be able to get in this way. He needs to figure something else out.

Barry looks inside the warehouse once again. He can see you and hear a little bit from afar, but he doesn’t have a clear shot of either of the men. Barry doesn’t want to risk it because you’re there too. While trying to figure out his next move, Barry listens in on your conversation.

“I’ll cut right to the chase. I recently found out that my driver has started talking to a headshrinker. He knows too much. I can’t have him blabbing about me to some shrink. He has to go. And I need you to kill him,” Roman tells you.

You shake your head.

“I don't kill people anymore. I’m retired and making a fresh start.”

Roman snickers. He roughly grabs your hair and runs his fingers through it. Then he moves his hand down your face caressing your cheek.

“Awww, isn’t that nice? It’s cute you think you can just walk away but you’re gonna have to have to un-retire because you owe me. The only reason I’m stuck with this driver in the first place is because of what you did to the last one. Sal was my best driver before you crippled him.”

You smirk to yourself. Oh yeah, I did do that! It was a long time ago, before you even met Barry. You were a different person back then...

“Yeah well, he deserved it man. Sal’s a fucking bitch,” you shrug nonchalantly, “Also that was like 4 years ago! I think you all just need to really get over that.”

“He still walks funny,” Roman replies.

“He always walked funny! Me breaking his legs didn’t change that,” you argue.

SLAP

Roman abruptly backhands you hard across the face. It was so fast you didn’t even see it coming. 

“Ahhh,” you wince.

Your cheek stings like hell but you grit your teeth and fight through the pain.

Barry watches this all go down from outside the warehouse. He turns red after Roman hits you. Your husband is furious. 

Barry hastily tries opening the sliding door again. This time with a lot more force. It still won’t budge. After one last failed attempt, he decides to go around the building to try to find another way in.

CREAK

You, Roman and Victor all turn your attention to the front entrance. The big metal sliding door looks slightly ajar. Your eyes widen.

“Barry,” you mutter to yourself.

Roman scoffs.

“Victor, go check it out,” Roman orders his goon.

Victor pulls his gun out and cautiously approaches the front entrance. He slides open the metal door and looks around outside.

“Nobody’s here,” Victor announces.

The goon puts his gun away and slides the metal door shut.

“Looks like no one is coming for you after all,” Roman coolly tells you.

You shrug. You still believe that Barry is around here somewhere… 

“This is so stupid! Why don’t you just get Victor to do the job? He’s like your little lap dog, he’ll do anything you say,” you challenge Roman.

Roman grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Victor works too closely with the driver already. He’d be a top suspect. No, this needs to be done by someone on the outside. It has to be you,” Roman counters.

“I can’t do the hit…I won’t. I don’t do that anymore,” you say quietly.

Roman chuckles and shakes his head. He goes down to your level, rests his hands on your lap. He’s getting uncomfortably close to you.

“Bullshit! Killing is all you can do. When you started you closed the door on doing anything else. You’ll never be able to leave this life behind, no matter how hard you try.”

His words cut like glass. Before you even have a chance to respond, Roman sees something peek out from your coat pocket.

“What’s that?!” Roman questions as he reaches inside your pocket. 

Oh fuck! Earlier today while Barry was driving you home, you had slipped one of the pictures of the sonogram into your coat pocket. You did it because you always wanted to have a picture of your daughter with you. You feel like an idiot now... 

Your eyes widen as you watch Roman pull the sonogram out of your pocket.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Your heart skips a beat. Roman holds up the sonogram to Victor.

“Looks like Y/N is expecting!” Roman announces.

Victor looks you up and down, eyeing your baby bump.

“I thought you were just eating your feelings,” the goon snickers.

You give Victor the stink eye. He’s such a fucking asshole.

Roman leans in even closer to you. He puts his hands on your stomach. You anxiously shuffle in your seat.

“Is this why you quit? This is the reason you want a fresh start?” Roman questions you.

You take a deep breath and slowly nod your head.

“I’m not doing the hit and you can’t make me. You need to find someone else to do the job,” you tell him.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Roman sneers.

Roman steps back and nods to Victor. The goon pulls a knife out of his pocket. Your body tenses up as Victor approaches you. 

When Victor steps up, he lightly traces the knife down your face. If he applied any more pressure it would cut your skin. You’re nervously holding your breath.

Victor slowly runs his knife down your neck, chest and ribcage. He stops when he reaches your stomach, resting the knife on your baby bump. 

“If you can’t do the job because you’re having a baby then I will cut it out with a paring knife,” the goon threatens.

You shake your head in disbelief.

“You’ve always been a sadistic bastard but that’s really fucked up…even for you,” you say in a low, serious voice.

Victor snickers and then grazes your stomach with his knife. He’s applying more pressure this time - enough to cut your skin. You immediately start screaming.

“NO! NO! STOP IT!” you shriek at the top of your lungs.

You’re not screaming in pain. It’s fear. You had already miscarried once because of your job. You don’t want that to happen again.

While Victor antagonizes you, Barry finally finds another entrance to the warehouse. The place is a lot bigger than Barry had anticipated. He got in through one of the backrooms.

The first thing that Barry hears when entering the warehouse is you screaming in the faint distance. 

No, no, no, no, no!

Your husband races towards the noise.

“PLEASE STOP! I’LL DO THE JOB! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST STOP!” you beg.

“Alright, Victor, that’ll do,” Roman announces.

Victor stops cutting your stomach and backs away. You’re on the verge of tears, trying to catch your breath. That was one of the scariest moments of your entire life.

Roman approaches you. He brushes some hair out of your face. You flinch.

“This job needs to be done by the end of the day. I’ll text you the address. Call me when the hit is done,” Roman orders, and then, “Do you understand?” 

You don’t say anything. After a moment of silence, Roman grabs your hair and moves your head up and down in a nodding motion.

“Yes Roman,” he answers for you.

Roman lets go of your hair and pats your cheek one more time. Then he nods to Victor.

“Cut her loose. She has a job to do.”

Roman drops the picture of your sonogram on the floor right in front of you. He walks away. As he leaves, he claps his hands and excitedly spins around.

“And as always, Y/N, it was great catching up!” the crime boss cackles before disappearing into one of the warehouse’s back rooms.

Victor uses the same knife he cut your stomach with to cut your binds. He leans in uncomfortably close to your ear.

“You better not be lying about doing the hit,” the goon warns. He sounds skeptical.

You gulp, slowly nodding your head.

“Because if you don’t finish the job, I’m coming back for you,” Victor threatens you.

Victor steps away from you when he finishes untying you. As soon as your hands are free, you check your baby bump. You have a small flesh wound. It’s bleeding a little bit but it doesn’t look too bad. You think the baby is okay.

You stand to your feet, rubbing your wrists to get some circulation back. You pick up the picture of the sonogram that Roman dropped on the floor and safely tuck it away back in your pocket. 

BANG

That sounded like a gunshot coming from one of the back rooms. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Victor asks.

You intuitively know that it’s your husband. 

You and Victor hear footsteps coming closer. Victor pulls out his gun once again and raises it, ready to shoot whoever walks through the door. Your eyes widen. You can’t let Barry walk into a trap. You need to stop Victor. 

You impulsively grab the chair you were just tied to and make a run towards Victor.

“NOOOO!” you yelp.

WHAM

You bash Victor’s back with the chair at full force. He falls to the floor, dropping his gun in the process. You eye the gun as it slides a few feet away. You make a move for it .

“FUCK! You bitch!” Victor growls. 

Victor suddenly realizes that his gun is no longer in his hand. You watch as he frantically looks for it on the floor.

“Where the fuck is my it?!” 

You cock the gun and point it at Victor.

“Right here, asshole,” you say through gritted teeth.

Victor snickers and rises to his feet.

“You’re not going to do anything. You just said yourself that you aren’t a killer any-” 

BANG, BANG

You shoot Victor in the head and chest. He’s dead before he hits the ground. 

“Starting now…” you breathe, dropping the gun to the floor.

“Y/N!”

You turn around to see Barry rushing towards you. You take a couple of steps to meet him. 

“Are you okay?!”

Barry examines the cuts and bruises on your face. He looks you up and down, noticing some blood on your stomach. His eyes widen. You lift up your shirt to show him the flesh wound on your stomach.

“I…I think I’m okay… He didn’t cut too deep…”

Barry lets out a sigh of relief and pulls you into a hug. You close your eyes and relax in your husband’s arms. You feel safe.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve gotten here sooner. I shouldn’t have let that guy take you...” Barry apologizes.

You pull away from the hug, but keep each other close.

“It’s not your fault,” you quietly reply, and then, “Do you really think we can get out of this?”

Barry scrunches his forehead, confused.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head.

“Roman was trying to get me to do a job. When I told him I quit, he said that killing is all I can do and I’ll never be able to leave this life behind. I don’t know… I guess I’m just afraid there’s some truth to it…”

Barry looks at you with concern. He lightly rubs your arms, attempting. to calm you down.

“That guy was full of shit. He doesn’t know you… You should be able to be the person that you say you are. You’re not a killer, you’re gonna be a mom,” Barry tries.

You sigh and look down at your feet. You’re taking in what Barry just said. Maybe he’s right. You’ve spent so much of your life letting other people tell you what you are, it’s how you became a hitman in the first place… But you don’t want to do that anymore. You deserve the chance to start over and be able to define who you are for yourself.

You slowly nod your head and pull Barry into another hug. You don’t say anything, but you don’t have to. Barry knows that you took what he said to heart.

After a beat, Barry pulls away.

“We should get outta here before anyone else shows up,” your husband says with a quiet urgency in his voice.

Barry grabs the gun you used to kill Victor. The weapon has your fingerprints all over it. Barry will dispose of it later.

He takes your hand.

“C’mon, it’s time to go…”

--

That's all folks! Thank you and good night!

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Clean

A/N: I was going to wait a couple of days to post this but I'm so wired after the latest episode of Barry that I decided to post tonight! This fic is lowkey inspired by a scene in the movie Ready or Not 🚬

Summary: Barry helps his wife after a messy hit.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

It’s been a rough night. You went on a hit that your handler told you about last minute. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even get a chance to tell your husband that you agreed to do a job tonight. Barry was out at his acting class when your handler called.

You were only given the target’s name, you did the rest. He was a registered sex offender so he was easy to track down. The guy was a total creep who liked to hurt little girls. Everything you learned about him made you angry. You were told that the client offered to pay extra if you killed the target with a knife. They wanted him to suffer. You were happy to oblige. 

During the hit, you lost your cool and things got out of hand. You were full of rage when you attacked your target. You repeatedly stabbed him before slitting his throat. It was the most brutally violent thing you have ever done.

You’ve just returned home from work. You’re covered in blood and still in a bit of daze from what happened. Before you can go up to your place, you need a moment to collect yourself. You sit on the hood of your car and light a cigarette.

Barry’s car suddenly pulls into the spot next to yours. He’s back from acting class. You don’t even look up to acknowledge your husband’s arrival. 

When Barry steps out of the car, the first thing he sees is you. His eyes widen at the sight of all the blood. He rushes over to you.

“Y/N! What are you doing out here? What the fuck happened to you?”

Your husband starts looking you up and down for any wounds.

“Where are you hurt?”

You shake your head and take a drag of your cigarette.

“Not my blood,” you reassure him.

Barry lets out a sigh of relief.

“Tell me what happened,” he tries.

“I, uh, was on a hit tonight. My target was some pedo. He was a total fucking creep. I lost my temper. Things got messy…I got messy. I stabbed the guy 22 times,” you explain.

Barry raises his eyebrows.

“You had a job tonight?! Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You take another drag of your cigarette and look down at your feet. 

“It was a really last minute thing,” you shrug.

Barry shakes his head, unconvinced. You’ve been working so much lately. You seem drained. Your husband is worried about you.

“You still should’ve told me about it…” he quietly replies, and then, “Are you okay?”

You look back up at Barry and nod.

“I’m better than okay. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good while killing someone,” you admit.

A car suddenly rolls into the parking lot. Barry’s body tense up for a moment until he recognizes the car. It belongs to someone that lives in your building. He can’t risk letting people see you like this. Your husband quickly takes off his jacket and covers you with it. He gently pulls you off the car.

“C’mon, let’s go inside,” Barry insists.

Barry lightly wraps his arm around your shoulder, leading you toward your place. You take one last puff of your cigarette before tossing the bud to the ground. 

You remain silent the entire way up to the apartment. Barry can tell that you're off. This isn’t you. You’re always so tactful and precise when it comes to your work. You use your head, not your heart. You’ve never acted so emotionally on a hit before. 

As soon as you walk through the door, you take off Barry’s jacket and drop it on the floor. Barry grabs your hand, leading you into the bathroom. 

“You need to clean all the blood off. While you’re in the shower, I’ll dump your clothes,” your husband tells you.

Your jeans and t-shirt are completely bloodstained at this point. They are beyond saving. 

“Okay,” you sigh, acknowledging Barry’s instructions. 

Barry lets go of your hand and turns on the water in the shower. Then he turns to you. You still look pretty out of it as you take off your bloodsoaked clothes. You hand them over to Barry.

“Thanks babe,” you say quietly.

Barry looks at you with concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah I’m fine,” you answer, and then, “I know that losing my temper on the job was reckless, but I’m not sorry… We all go a little mad sometimes, right?”

Barry nods, unsure what to say.

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The Great War

A/N: I still can't believe the Barry finale was tonight 😭 It was nice while it lasted!

Summary: You're forced to escape a dangerous situation.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

You’ve been feeling off lately. You’re exhausted all the time and dealing with severe nausea. It’s so bad that you almost got sick during a few of your jobs. At first you thought it was just a stomach bug, but you haven’t been able to shake it. You’re starting to suspect that it’s something else…

So on a whim you went to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test. You did it alone. Barry is out at his acting class. He has no idea that you did this. You and Barry want to start a family so badly, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.

As soon as you get home, you rush into the bathroom to take the test. After peeing on the stick and washing your hands, you read the directions on the back of the box. It should take about 5 minutes to get the result. You set an alarm on your phone.

“Blue means pregnant,” you continue reading.

You anxiously shake the pregnancy test as if it would get you the result faster. But you know that it won’t. You shrug impatiently and put the test down. Then you look at yourself in the mirror. You put your hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like pregnant.

You suddenly hear the front door open. Two pairs of footsteps enter the apartment. You instinctively know it’s not Barry. They are strangers who broke in.

“Fuck!” you curse to yourself.

You’re unarmed. The closest gun is in your bedroom. You wish you could get it to defend yourself, but you have no idea what type of weapons the intruders have. It’s too risky. You decide to stay put.

You lock the bathroom door and shut off the lights. You stand completely still by the door, listening to the intruders on the other side.

“The place looks empty. I don’t think she’s here,” you hear a male voice outside the door. “Keep looking,” another man replies back.

The voices are unfamiliar. Whoever they are, it sounds like they’re looking for you. You need to get out of here. You’re about to reach for your phone on the counter when-

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

Your heart stops. Shit! It’s the alarm you set on your phone for the pregnancy test. You quickly turn the alarm off but it’s too late. Now the intruders know that you’re home.

“Somebody’s in there.”

One of the intruders tries opening the locked door. You take a few steps back. Panicked, you look toward the window. It’s your only way out.

You hastily grab your phone and the pregnancy test, stuffing them into your pocket before you rush towards the window.

BOOM

The intruders shoot a large hole through the door.

“For fuck’s sake!”

You slide open the window and carefully climb out to an adjacent balcony. There’s no way you can go back inside, you have to jump to get down. You’re about ten feet off the ground. It’s high but you know you can make it. You take a deep breath before letting go of the balcony railing.

You land awkwardly on your bare feet. You’re about to fall over but you slam your fist to the ground to give you support.

“Shit,” you wince in pain.

You didn’t break anything but your ankle is definitely sore and your knuckles are bloodied and bruised. You’re just relieved that you didn’t land on your back or stomach.

From the corner of your eye, you see two motorcycles parked close by. You’ve never seen those bikes before and no one in your building rides. They have to belong to the guys who broke in. Then you notice a strange symbol on the gas tanks. It looks kind of familiar…

“Oh fuck!”

You recognize that symbol from a job you had not so long ago. Your handler, Diane, hired you to take out a man named Shane Taylor. Shane was looking into his girlfriend’s disappearance - a crime that Diane forced you and Barry to be involved in. Diane caught wind of Shane’s investigation and asked you to stop it for good. You accepted the job without hesitation. You didn’t want this to come back on you or your husband.

Shane must have been involved in the same group as those guys looking for you. He had the exact same symbol tattooed on his collarbone that they have on their bikes. You saw the symbol when you shot Shane in the chest. You were warned by a Private investigator looking into Shane’s disappearance that some of Shane’s friends might come for you but you didn’t take it very seriously. Now you wish that you had. Those bikers know what you did and they want revenge.

You’re about to run away when you notice the pregnancy test on the ground. It had fallen out of your pocket during the jump. You pick it up and your eyes widen.

The stick is blue.

"Blue means pregnant,” you repeat quietly to yourself.

You don’t even have the time to fully react or take in this moment. You need to go now. You try running but your ankle hurts too much. It turns into a fast paced limp.

You put the pregnancy test back in your pocket and take out your phone. You want to call your husband. Maybe you can get an Uber and meet him or something. You’re trying to figure out a plan on the fly when you see Barry’s car pull up. He just arrived home from acting class.

Barry rolls down the window. He looks at you with concern. He knows something is wrong.

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him. Instead, you limp to the passenger’s side and get into the car.

“DRIVE!”

Barry has no idea what’s going on, but he trusts you. He books it out of the parking lot and drives down the street, before pulling over at a dark street corner.

“Ok you need to tell me what’s going on,” your husband insists. “Some guys broke into our place!” you frantically tell him.

Barry’s face drops.

“What?!”

“I heard them break in when I was in the bathroom. They had guns, I didn’t. I locked the door and they blew a hole through it. I had to sneak out the window,” you explain.

Barry clenches his jaw.

“Do you know who it was?” he asks.

You take a deep breath and slowly nod your head.

“Yeah, uh, I think they’re connected to one of my past targets. They’re part of the same motorcycle gang. I was warned they might come but I didn’t take it seriously. I’m sorry I brought this mess home…”

Barry shakes his head.

“It’s not your fault,” he says quietly.

Barry looks back down the street towards your building. Then he reaches over and opens the glove compartment, pulling out a gun. You look at your husband, already knowing what he’s thinking.

“Are you serious? You can’t confront them. Let’s just go!” you plea.

Barry double checks if his gun is loaded. He’s so focused that you don’t think he even heard what you just said.

“Babe, I won’t let you do this. It’s a suicide mission,” you keep pushing.

Barry shrugs off your concern.

“I’ll be-” he begins before you abruptly cut him off. “Barry, I’m pregnant!” you reveal, pulling the pregnancy test out of your pocket.

Your husband’s eyes widen.

“I was taking the test in the bathroom when they broke in. If this was any other time I would back you up in confronting those guys, but not tonight. Can you please just stay with me? I really need you right now…. ” you desperately beg.

You’re now stressed to the point that you’re near tears. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. You feel completely overwhelmed. So much has happened in so little time. What was supposed to be a wondrous occasion ended up like this.

Barry’s entire demeanor changes. He immediately scraps his plan. He’ll deal with the guys who broke into your place later. Right now he needs to take care of you and get you somewhere safe. Your husband softens his face and pulls you into a hug.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay,” Barry tries, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You sigh in relief, feeling your body relax in his arms.

“Thank you.”

Barry kisses your forehead.

“We’re having a baby,” Barry smiles. “Yeah! I should go to the doctor to confirm but the stick was blue. Blue means pregnant,” you explain.

Barry happily nods. He kisses your forehead one more time and then lets you go. He still needs to get you somewhere safe.

“We’re getting out of here.”

Barry is about to pull out from the parking spot when you hear the sounds of motorcycles in the distance. The men who broke in must’ve given up and left. The motorcycles are fast approaching. Instead of racing out of there, Barry turns off the car. Whoever is looking for you thinks you’re long gone. Barry doesn’t want to get their attention. The safest option is to hide in plain sight.

Barry’s body tenses up as the motorcycles get closer. He tightens his grip on his gun. Neither of you are ready for a fight. You hold your breath and put a protective hand on your stomach.

Your husband notices how nervous you are. He reaches over and takes your hand, silently signaling that he’s got you. You squeeze it back. You hear the sound of the motorcycles getting closer and closer and then-

The bikers drive right by your car without noticing you and Barry. After they pass, you can finally breathe again. You and Barry keep an eye on the bikers, making sure they don’t circle back around. You watch the two men speed through a stop sign. Suddenly, a truck barrels through the intersection and violently plows into the two bikers.

You gasp. Barry’s jaw drops in disbelief. You’re both speechless, in shock from what you just witnessed. There’s no way either of them could have survived that collision. After a moment of silence, you finally speak up.

"Huh? Well, I guess that just solved the problem…."

A stunned Barry looks at you. He doesn’t even know what to say.

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All You Had To Do Was Stay

A/N: There's a quiet little Joel x Tess moment from The Last of Us tv show that I absolutely love. As soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to write a fic inspired by that scene. And it eventually became this 💙

Summary: A job prevents you from being with Barry in his time of need.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

“Yeah, I’m leaving for the job right now.”

You’re on the phone with your handler as you rush around your apartment. You have a hit tonight and you’re running a little late…

“I’ll call you when it’s done.”

You hang up the phone and head towards the front door, when it suddenly opens. Barry trudges in.

“Hey babe!” you nod.

Barry walks right past you, completely unresponsive. He looks furious. He’s so mad, his eyes are black. That’s not your Barry. Not really. Something is wrong.

You start following after your husband as he moves across the living room.

“Hey! Are you okay?” you ask with concern. 

Barry looks back at you for a split second but doesn’t say anything. He’s so tense.

“Are you okay?” you repeat the question.

You follow Barry into the bedroom.

“Please talk to me,” you softly push him to open up.

Barry shrugs you off. He pushes the mattress over and pulls out a handgun he keeps stored under the bedspring. Your jaw drops. You know that he doesn’t have a job tonight. Why does he need his gun?

“Barry… Barry, what are you doing?!”

Barry ignores your question while he loads his gun. Then he turns to walk out, but you block his way. He tries getting around you. You won’t let him. 

“Move,” he says in a low, serious voice.

“No,” you refuse to budge, “C’mon, don’t lock me out. Let me in! What’s going on?” 

Barry shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with you. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it. You cup Barry’s face in your hands in an attempt to calm him down.

“Hey, look at me,” you say quietly.

After a beat, Barry looks up and you two lock eyes. 

“Whatever happened, you can tell me. We can deal with it together.”

You carefully drop one of your hands off Barry’s face and rest it on the gun. You gently pull it towards you, trying to take it from his grasp.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” you reassure your husband.

Barry doesn’t fight you. He lets you take the gun from him. You give Barry an encouraging smile as you put the gun away in your purse for safekeeping.

“Just stay here. Let’s talk about this. Tell me what happened,” you nod.

Barry subtly rolls his eyes. He still doesn’t want to open up, so he changes the subject-

“Don’t you have a job to go to?” 

You sigh, looking down at your feet. You were so caught up in what was going on with Barry that you almost forgot about your hit tonight.

“Yeah. But I can put it off. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay,” you try. 

Barry knows deep down that he really needs you right now. Part of him wants to ask you to stay. But he’s not thinking rationally at the moment. He’s being driven by anger. 

“No, you should go. I’ll be fine… We can talk when you get back,” Barry tells you. 

“Are you sure?” you sigh.

Barry nods.

“Okay,” you reluctantly decide to leave, “But call me if you need anything!”

 You give your husband a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out the door.

Barry is on your mind during the stakeout while you wait for your target to return home. As more time passes, the more you feel like shit. You regret leaving Barry. You should’ve just stayed to be there for him. He obviously needed you. You always become concerned when your husband gets like this. You really hope that he opens up when you get home later, you don’t want him to shut you out.

You’re nervous that when you do get home from your job Barry won’t be there. Sure you took the gun out of his hand before you left, but it’s not like he doesn’t have plenty more. He might grab another gun to go after whoever pissed him off…

You finally return home from the job a few hours later. When you pull up to your parking spot, your heart immediately sinks. Your worst fear has been realized. Barry’s car is gone.

No, no, no!

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself.

You’re worried sick. You try calling your husband, but it goes straight to voicemail. You don’t know what to do. You have no idea where Barry is or why he’s even upset in the first place. 

You anxiously run your fingers through your hair, suddenly stopping when you feel some blood. Shit! It’s your mark’s blood. The hit got a little messy… You need to get out of these clothes and shower in order to wash away any evidence of the crime you committed tonight.

You take a quick shower. You can’t relax, you spend the whole time trying to figure out your next move. Maybe you could go out to look for Barry, but you don’t even know where to start. After you finish showering and change into some fresh clothes, you step out of the bathroom. You walk into the bedroom and your eyes widen.

“Barry,” you breathe.

You find your husband sleeping in bed. He must’ve gotten back while you were showering. You let out a huge sigh of relief. You’re so happy he’s okay. He’s home safe. That’s all that matters.

Even though Barry is sleeping, his body still looks tense. He fell asleep on your side of the bed with his guard up. He left his gun on your nightstand. You don’t think he’s sleeping on your side by accident. Barry needs you right now.

You walk over to the bed and put your hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him onto his back. He sleepily rolls over to his other side. You crawl into bed and wrap a protective arm around Barry’s waist. You snuggle your head into his back and pull him close. 

You feel Barry’s body relax in your arms. He can finally rest easy.

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Maroon

A/N: I wanted to post a little fluff ahead of this week's finale. Cheers! 🍷🍷

Summary: Barry sees a mark on your collarbone after you get home from a job.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

You have just returned home after a bad day. The hit you were on was a total shit show. Nothing went as planned. You’re exhausted and upset. All you want to do is decompress with a glass of wine and a cigarette.

Walking through the door, the first thing you see is Barry playing video games on the couch. He looks up when he hears you walk in.

“Hey,” he nods to you.

“Hey,” you greet your husband unenthusiastically.

You completely avoid eye contact with him as you make a beeline towards the kitchen. Barry scrunches his forehead. He knows something’s up. He pauses his game, gets off the couch and follows you to the kitchen. 

Barry leans against the doorway, keeping his distance as he watches you pour a large glass of red wine.

“What’s wrong?” Barry asks quietly.

“Nothing. I’m just…tired,” you sigh

When you’re done pouring out your wine, you turn around to face Barry. He immediately notices a large maroon bruise forming on your collarbone. His eyes widen.

“What happened to you?!”

“My client tried to double cross me,” you shrug in disbelief.

“What?” Barry’s jaw drops. 

You take a deep breath and sip your wine.

“Yeah. Some trust fund douchebag hired me to take out his grandfather because he wanted the rest of his inheritance. But when I got there to do the job, the target was already dead. My client killed him. That asshole tried using me to take the fall. He was going to pin the whole thing on me and cover up his involvement. I think he wanted to kill me to make himself look like a hero trying to save his grandpa,” you explain.

“What did he do?” your husband asks in a low, serious voice.

“He attacked me. It was actually kinda crazy. He jumped on top of me and stabbed me but the knife he used was a fake! The guy accidentally grabbed a prop knife when he lunged at me. Apparently his grandpa was a big film buff and collected props from a bunch of old movies. Only in Hollywood, right? As soon as he realized his mistake, I got the upper hand. I killed that asshole and made it look like a suicide…”

You anxiously run your fingers through your hair. You’re clearly still on edge from what happened. Barry looks at you with concern. He slowly approaches you.

“Y/N…” 

You can tell that he’s worried. You shake your head attempting to brush it off.

“Babe, I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m fine… I’m fine,” you try reassuring Barry and yourself.

Your husband sighs, unconvinced.

“Y/N…” he repeats.

You shrug and take another large sip of your wine.

“Ok fine! Do you want me to tell you that I’m mad? Of course I’m fucking pissed! I hate when assholes try to doublecross me” you admit, then continue venting, “And the worst part is I’m not gonna get paid for this job. I went through all that shit for nothing!”

Barry gently takes your hand. You understand that he’s trying to help but talking about it out loud now has only made you more frustrated. You just need some time to yourself.

“I’m going out for a cigarette.”

You try walking around Barry, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. 

“Y/N, wait..” Barry tries.

He pulls you back toward him as you try to go to the balcony. The sudden pull almost trips you up. Your hand that is holding the wine glass gets shaky. And then- 

SPLAT

Red wine spills all over your shirt.

“Dammit!” you groan.

Barry immediately lets go of your hand and steps back. Shit! He just wanted to talk and make sure you were okay. He didn’t mean for that to happen.

“Fuck! I’m sorry-”

You sigh defeatedly. You know that it was an accident. You don’t blame him. It was just another bad thing to add to this terrible day.

“It’s not your fault,” you tell him as you put the now empty wine glass on the counter, “I need to get out of these clothes and take a shower…”

You get around Barry, leave the kitchen and make your way to the bathroom. 

You lose track of how long you were in the shower, but it was just what you needed. Washing the bad day off helped you feel a little better. Now you finally feel clean.

After you’re done showering, you put on your robe and go out to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine. When you step out into the living room, your husband is nowhere to be found. You look around confused.

“Barry?” you call out his name.

No answer. You’re about to grab your phone to text Barry when he suddenly walks in. He has a bouquet of maroon flowers in his hand. Your face lights up as he approaches you.

“What’s this?” you ask shyly.

“I just wanted to cheer you up and I know how much you love roses so-”

Barry gives you the bouquet. You smile to yourself. The flowers are actually carnations, he had thought they were roses. But you don’t care. It’s the thought that counts. You’re so touched by Barry’s gesture, you decide not to correct him.

“Thanks babe. I love them!”

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