#sally reed x reader

[deadolloading]

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Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

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Cuphead

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Five Night's at Freddy's

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Sims 4

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Kimetsu no Yaiba

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Moral Orel

Bloberta Puppington Clay Puppington Rod Putty Stephanie Putty Nurse Bendy

The Amazing Digital Circus

Ragatha x Reader Pomni x Reader Caine x Moon Caine x Reader Jax x Reader Gingle x Reader

Otros personajes (serie o película)

Miss Peregrine - Miss Peregrine y el hogar para chicos peculiares Carrie - Carrie 1976 Michael Myers - Halloween Jason Voorhees - Viernes 13 Thomas Hewitt - Masacre en Texas 2006 Ghostface - Danny Johnson Phantom of the Opera - Movie 2004 Blue Diamont - Steven Universe Yellow Diamond - Steven Universe Personajes de Disney - Solo si lo conozco

⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

[grantwilson]

[id: two screenshots from ao3. the first shows the ten most popular characters in fics about the show barry. with the fic counts, they are Barry Berkman (301), NoHo Hank (176), Sally Reed (97), Monroe Fuches (89), Original Female Character(s) (63), Gene Cousineau (55), Cristobal Sifuentes (55), Bill Hader (40), Eddie Kaspbrak (24), and Richie Tozier (23). the second picture shows the ten most popular relationships. they are Barry Berkman/NoHo Hank (86), Barry Berkman/Sally Reed (61), NoHo Hank/Cristobal Sifuentes (52), Barry Berkman/Original Female Character(s) (50), Barry Berkman/Reader (31), Bill Hader/You (30), Bill Hader/Original Female Character(s) (23), Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (21), Barry Berkman/Monroe Fuches (17), and Barry Berkman & Monroe Fuches (14). end id]

i want everyone to watch barry mainly bc it's a really good show and i enjoy sharing the things i love. but also bc i know we can do better than this. obviously crossovers and x reader fics happen everywhere but the fact that it's half of the top ships makes me genuinely upset. something must be done about this

[berkmansimagines]

It’s Nice To Have A Friend

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

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

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

��So what do you think?” Barry asks.

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

“It’s huge,” you look around in awe.

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

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

“Hey!” 

A blonde woman suddenly rushes into the apartment towards Barry. 

“Sally!” your father greets her.

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

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

“And you must be Y/N!”

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

“Yeah,” you shyly reply.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, we’ll be fine,” Sally insists.

You nod in agreement.

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

Barry steps out.

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

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

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

“Oh, this is perfect!” 

Sally takes measuring tape out of her purse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can help,” Sally offers.

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

[fangirl-imagines]

Wanna Get a Slushie?//Sally Reed x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a poly Barry x reader x Sally fic but is a moment between Sally and the reader leading up to Halloween. Y/s starts for your clothing size.

“Sally?” You stepped into your girlfriend’s apartment, “I got your text. What’s the big emergency?” 

The only reply you got was the sound of rummaging in her bedroom which you followed.

“Sally? Woah.” You stepped to the side to avoid being hit in the face with a white sweater that went flying across the room.

You looked to where it was pooled on the floor back to your girlfriend standing by the closed. She quickly turned at the sound of your gasp and grinned at you. 

“Oh! Hey!” She walked over and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips before turning and heading back to her closet. “You wear a size y/s right?” She asked, beginning her search again. 

“Um, yeah.” You glanced around the room to see the white sweater hadn’t been the only casualty. There was a pile of discarded garments on the floor around Sally’s feet and spreading out throughout the room. Her apartment was never exactly the most organized but this was a little much even for her. You eyed the large Goodwill bag sitting on her bed curiously. “So what exactly was the emergency you texted me about?”

Sally turned back to face you, abandoning her search of her wardrobe with a huff. Her hands went to her hips making her look even more adorable than usual.

“Okay so I might have exaggerated a little but we need to go shopping. I have searched my entire closet and I swear I thought I had a jacket that would work for you but I must have gotten rid of it. I need a skirt too. I don’t own one red skirt.”

You glanced down at your outfit with an eyebrow raised. “Why do I need a jacket?” 

Sally looked at you like you’d lost your mind. “For our costumes.”

It hit you quickly the reason for the emergency text and scattered Sally. “Our Halloween costumes?” 

“Yes! You and Barry told me I could pick them this year, remember? Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a couple's costumes for three people?”

“That’s why we let you pick.” You teased, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, earning an eye roll from Sally.

“Well it’s a good thing you did because I have found the absolute best costumes for the three of us that even Barry is going to have to be on board with.”

“Oh, really?” You peered over at the Goodwill bag beside you and caught a glimpse of a black men’s shirt and a plaid blazer with…”Are those shoulder pads?”

“Tada!” Sally reached into the bag pulling out the plaid blazer and those were in fact, shoulder pads on it. “What would a Heather Chandler costume be without shoulder pads?”

You looked at her for a second. "Wait, the Heathers?" 

"You have no idea how hard it is to find three person costumes."

You glanced into the Goodwill bag again pulling out a black leather jacket that you assumed would be for Barry and the blue sweater that you guessed made you Veronica. You weren't sure Barry even knew what the movie the Heathers were, let alone the musical but Sally smiled at you, slipping on the padded blazer.

"So, want to go get a slushie?" She laughed.

You figured Barry would get over it. 

[starting-now]

Normal (Barry x Reader x Sally)

A/N: This is a collaboration with @fangirl-imagines! She has a couple Poly Relationship fics up that you should DEFINITELY check out she’s amazing so go follow her!!

Word Count: 1661

Warnings: cursing (as usual)

Summary: You are in a polyamorous relationship with Barry and Sally but you start to feel insecure about your place in it.

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Holding the steering wheel tightly, you bit your lip as a smile tugged at the edge of your mouth. You were following the familiar path to Sally and Barry’s acting class. You’d been there many times for their performances or just to pick them up, and you had met their acting friends often over your relationship with them. But still, a pang of nervousness lingered in your stomach. You frequently found yourself worried that you were too overbearing or annoying, but your tried not to let that stop you from doing cute things for your significant others, like surprising them with a cute date after their class. That was the plan for today. You had already booked reservations at one of your favorite restaurants, and you had a simple dessert made at home so you could all relax and unwind when the night was over.

Those were your favorite times with them, when everything was slow and still and you all sat on the couch, Barry’s arm resting around your shoulders, and Sally’s head laid on your lap as Barry absentmindedly played with her hair. You would all agree on a movie or show to watch and then enjoy it together, or make fun of it together, or sometimes just get completely sidetracked by conversations or each other.

You pulled into a parking spot in front of the small theater and decided to walk in, glancing at the clock and seeing that class should be ending any minute now. You entered the double doors and walked through the lobby, venturing into the theater when you heard Sally’s voice muffled through the door. You pushed open the door cautiously and tiptoed in. Barry was onstage as well and a smile crept onto your face at the sight of them both. You couldn’t be more proud watching them pursue their dreams. Sally was incredibly talented and Barry, while lacking the natural talent, was working so hard and improving every time you saw him.

They were doing a scene from a romance movie, though you weren’t sure which one.

“I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness, to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed, and to share the silence when they are not, to agree to disagree about red velvet cake, to live within the warmth of your heart, and always call it home.” Sally read from her script and looked into Barry’s eyes meaningfully.

“And I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love.” Barry responded, and Gene read the stage directions for them to kiss.

They were so beautiful, and they had such amazing chemistry even if Barry fumbled over his lines now and again. Your smile faltered and the insecurity began to set in. What if you were holding them back from this traditional life? Maybe they’d be happier without you? Without the strange glances or the questions? You tried to shake the thoughts from your head but they stuck to you like glue. Suddenly you felt so small and insignificant. Sally and Barry were both so attractive, talented, intelligent. What did you bring to the table for them besides complications? You felt a lump form in your throat and tears prick your eyes.

You turned around and walked out of the theater as the class applauded them, feeling sad and embarrassed at how easily you managed to upset yourself. Barry caught a glimpse of you walking out the door and decided to go catch up with you while Gene wrapped up today’s class.

He hopped off the stage and made his way out into the lobby, a smile gracing his face, excited to see you.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?” he asked happily when he saw you. You looked up at him with teary eyes and immediately the smile on Barry’s face dropped and his brows furrowed with concern.

“Hey, hey hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked, quickly closing the distance between you and gingerly laying a hand on your arm.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing no matter how hard you tried. You forced a smile and shook your head.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s s-stupid, I’m fine.” you forced out, not even convincing yourself let alone Barry. He laid a hand on your head and smoothed down your hair trying to calm you down.

“Hey I’m here, talk to me. What’s going on?” he said quietly, trying to meet your eyes but you were avoiding them.

As you took a deep breath to try and explain, the door to the theater opened and the class began filtering out. The embarrassment flooded back, and you hid your face to stop anyone from seeing you like this. Barry noticed and put his arm around you, guiding you around the corner where no one would be able to see you. He pulled you close and you buried your head in his chest, tears soaking through his shirt.

Barry saw Sally walk out into the lobby, and stared as hard as he could at her, hoping she’d notice and come help him out. She glanced around for him, and finally caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. Her brow quickly furrowed and she mouthed ‘What’s going on?’ to Barry. He shook his head with a sad and confused glance, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You heard footsteps approaching you and Barry and you felt a slender hand on your arm which you recognized as Sally’s.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on?” she asked softly.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, pulling away from Barry’s chest. His hand stayed on your back and Sally’s stayed on your arm, but you refused to meet their eyes.

Barry shook his head and Sally tilted her head in concern.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Sally said.

“Do you wanna tell us what’s wrong?” Barry asked.

“It’s stupid.” you replied and Barry’s hand came up to cup your cheek and met your eyes.

“Not to us it’s not.” he said and you took a deep breath.

“It’s just, seeing you two on stage. You’re both so amazing. And you look so great together, I mean you’re both gorgeous, and you fit so well and... I just don’t wanna hold you back.” you said, twisting your hands together nervously.

Barry pursed his lips together and felt tears prick his eyes. He knew the feeling. There were countless times when he felt like he didn’t deserve you and Sally. You had been together before he entered the picture anyways, and he never understood what was so special about him that made you two beautiful, amazing women choose him. It broke his heart to see you thinking those same thoughts about yourself.

Sally furrowed her brow even further and shook her head. She didn’t understand how you could possibly think that. When she met you, her entire life changed. You supported her, made her stronger, and loved her no matter what. And when you two decided to add Barry to the mix, your bond only grew. She couldn’t imagine a world without you, and it didn’t add up how you thought she would somehow be better off.

They both silently processed what you said as you hung your head in shame, worried that their response might be the one that you fear the most.

“That is...such bullshit.” Sally said, eyes darting around before finally landing on you. You looked up at her with a confused glance.

“(Y/N), we love you more than anything. You’re so fucking important to us and our relationship wouldn’t be as amazing as it is without you. You think me and Barry would be better off? Fuck that. Let’s face it, (Y/N), we’re both fucking disasters and you’re the one holding us together.” she laughed quietly and smiled at you.

“You don’t want an escape from all the staring and the awkward questions and rude comments? You don’t want a chance at a normal relationship and a normal life?” you asked, eyes darting around, fighting the tears that began to pool in your eyes again.

Barry’s hand came up to cradle the back of your neck. He leaned down slightly and looked into your eyes meaningfully.

“Fuck being normal,” he began quietly but intensely, raising his eyebrows emphatically “I’ve had a lot of different kinds of relationships with a lot of different kinds of people. And no one in my life has made me feel as loved and happy as you and Sally have. I love you two so much and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either one of you.” he said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Sally placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

You smiled softly and Sally’s hand came up to cup your cheek, her thump wiping away your remaining tears.

“I love you both so much.” you said.

“We love you too.” Sally responded and Barry nodded. “And besides, Barry’s inflection on that scene was all wrong.” she joked and Barry shot her a sarcastically hurt expression.

“Ouch!” he said, placing a hand over his chest, making you laugh.

Barry intertwined his fingers with yours. “Why don’t we go get some food? At our usual place? I can call and see if they’re busy.” he suggested and you smiled.

“I uh, I actually got us reservations already, that’s why I came here.” you said.

“Oh my god really?” Sally asked and you nodded. She pressed a kiss to your cheek and took your other hand in hers.

“And you think we’re better off without you? You’re amazing.” she said and squeezed your hand.

You blushed and walked out of the lobby, hand in hand with the people you love.

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Taglist: @moon-390

[tomsgregs]

she sucks (affectionate)

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Occupational hazards

Barry Berkman x Reader

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

Part I Part II Part III

Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Violence, cursing, blood, stalkers.

Part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice place” He said finally with a sarcastic grin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Every night” He answered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buntanteen]

Barry Berkman X Reader Fic Recommendation

If you got anything to talk about this post with me – issues, additions, anything really – hit up the dms.

One Shots

All The Time @starting-now

Good Morning @starting-now

Happy Birthday @fangirl-imagines

Let Me Show You (How Much I Love You) [NSFW] @fangirl-imagines

Needy [NSFW] @bowieandqueen11

I Would’ve Had Breakfast Ready @vinyloider

This Movie Is Really Scary @vinyloider

Every Measure @justauthoring

A Good Man @justauthoring

Surprisingly, Your Touch @justauthoring

All I Can @justauthoring

Jackie and Wilson @a-second-hand-sorrow

Temper @billhaderistheloml

Saviour  @richieisabastardman

I Need You Tonight [NSFW] @richieisabastardman 

Take What You Get [NSFW] @radiantrichie

Series

Never @starting-now

Never Pt. 1

Never Pt. 2

A Friend In Need @sspookymulder

A Friend In Need Part 1

A Friend In Need Part 2

Headcanons

Dating Barry Berkman Would Include… @fangirl-imagines​

Soft Barry Berkman Fall Headcanons @fangirl-imagines​

Barry Berkman Having A Crush On You Would Include… @bowieandqueen11​

NSFW Barry Headcanons [NSFW] @bowieandqueen11​

Barry Berkman X Short!Reader Headcanons @bowieandqueen11​

Dating Barry Berkman @ticklishtimothee​

Cuddling W/ Barry @ticklishtimothee​

Touch Starved Barry @haderimagines​

[dazzlinghazy-lover]

Barry Berkman x reader

You had had a bad day, you got fired from your job, the publishing company had rejected your book. Your crush on Barry, was indeed just a crush as he had kissed Sally, and hence why it is called a crush. It crushes. The kiss was for a scene but still it hurt, and seeing that there seemed to be so much passion behind it, was particularly brutal. so all throughout class you sat in the back of the theater writing your poetry. it gave you an outlet that wasn’t going to be self destructive. 

All throughout the class you didn’t feel all the different gazes on you, you were so focused on not crying, and just writing your tears into the pages. 

Gene looked at you for the millionth time that day, and became so frustrated that he got up stomped over to you. he ripped the book from your hands, and your eyes widened. you let out a small gasp, and reached for it frantically. He kept it out of your grasp while reading it. you looked up at him hopelessly as the whole class looked on. As his eyes scanned the pages you swore you could see a hint of pain in his usually bored eyes. When you saw that everyone was completely interested in what was gonna happen seemingly enthralled by your embarrassment, tears pooled in you eyes. 

Barry stared intensely at you, noticing the tears you were fighting back. “Okay Mr. Cousineau c’mon that’s enough.” Barry stated standing up to try and retrieve your book for you. Before he could get it, Gene had snapped it shut, with a look of inspiration in his eyes. “(y/n), getup on the stage you’re going to read this for everyone. You sear you could feel your heart drop through your feet and straight through the floor. “No, no Mr. Cousineau i can’t do that. Please this is too personal, I just write this for myself.. No one is meant to see that. “ you pleaded with him, but he gave no sympathy and grabbed your arm practically dragging you to the stage. Tears fell continuously now, Barry looked at you with sympathy, and sally gave you a look of understanding but tried to encourage you. “Okay, you’re gonna read the poem you’ve just written. Go ahead we’re waiting.” he said sitting back in his seat as everyone else did the same. 

You could see Barry move down to the front row, and give you a thumbs up. You knew he was only trying to give you support but you took a nervous step backwards. You were about to read the poem that you had just written about your situation, and he was right in front of you. 

Taking a shaky breath, you knew there was no way to get around this besides going through it. So opened the book tentatively trying to steady your breathing before you spoke.  Taking one last look at Barry he smiled, and next to him was Sally also giving you a supportive smile,and with that you started to speak. 

“I sometimes wish that i could be the one you run to.

I sometimes wish i was the one you could see through

I sometimes wish you could love me true

I sometimes wish i was the one who could love with a love that was brand new

I sometimes wish you could understand my misinterpreted point of view

I sometimes wish i could try, and succeed to get through to you

I sometimes wish you could look at me, and love me like i love you. 

-But obviously I was never meant to be loved by you..” 

As you read you kept your eyes away from Barry, and Sally, until it came to the last few lines. You couldn’t keep your gaze away from him for too long.  Looking at him, he stared at you. You were to overwhelmed to be in the room anymore so you ran off back stage. You didn’t even notice everyones eyes wide, with shock. It may not have seemed as emotional to them but to you it was something that you couldn’t escape the feelings of.

You couldn’t hear Barry begin to yell at Mr. Cousineau. “You knew how personal that was to her. you made her share the part of her thoughts only she should see. Did you see how hard she was crying!?” “Well she just needed to be pushed, and she hadn’t been paying any attention.” “That’s no reason to make her bear her fucking soul to a room full of people.” Barry shouted and th class looked at him with a surprised look. Not expecting him to go off like that, but understanding why he did. 

He ran after you, calling your name until he heard your muffled crying. He turned the corner, to see you on the floor crying. His heart clenched at the sight, half knowing that he didn’t stop the situation in the first place it hurt him. 

Not exactly knowing what to do he sat next to you “So, uh.. who was your poem about?” he asks. cringing as soon as the words left his mouth. “I mean, uh you don’t have to tell me i get it if you don-” he frantically tried to fix his words before you cut him off. the words that came out of your mouth surprised him and caught him completely off guard. “You. Barry, it’s about you...” you say your voice now eerily calm. You looked over at him hesitantly. 

His eyes were filled with love, and seeing this your eyes widened. “You love me?” he asks quietly you nodded nervously, “Yeah I love you Barry Berkman, no matter what.” you say sighing at the relief of getting that off your chest. Barry had told you about his past, on accident of course, you caught him in the middle of a phone call from Fuches. He was practically forced to tell you, and it took a few days but you accepted him, and supported him. he couldn’t be more grateful. 

Hearing you say those words he pulls you into a sudden kiss, and you end up wrapping your arms around his neck, and he places his hands on your hips. 

You pull away, and say “Barry, I know you may not understand why i love you, but damn it i do. I love you no matter what you’ve done, and i know you don’t want that life anymore. I love you demons and all Barry, always.” 

“You were absolutely made for me.” 

@prettyinblau

[221bunsolved]

To the last penny

Chp 1

(I mostly update on ao3. Here's the link)

“Hey can you take my tables? It’s time for my lunch break,” I said to my fellow waitress.

“Sure Rashida,” I nodded to her and wiped my hands on my apron. Going to the back room, I opened up the back door wide to sit on the steps with my sandwich. When I was done, I crumpled up the wrapper and walked to the garbage can near the end of the alley way. That’s when I felt a blunt force hit my head. The last thing I remember was strong arms breaking my fall and my wrapper slipping from my hands.

My arms hurt. That’s the first thought that crossed my mind when I wake up. I felt slightly surprised by my surroundings. If I were to be kidnapped- which still makes no sense, who’d want to kidnap me? - I would expect to be placed in an abandoned warehouse with a shady bald guy sitting in front of me staring at me like a perv. I would probably not be kidnapped by a mob boss-not that important- so this seems like a serial killer or a cannibal situation.

The room I was in is a normal bedroom with a bed that looks very soft and tempting. There’s a desk in front of it and a window beside it. There’s no personality to the room. It had only the essentials. I’d think this was a polite house arrest situation but it’s a kidnapping because my hands are tied with a chain that’s looped around the bed’s leg behind me. I can’t see outside the window much because I can’t stand up. I huffed. I’m at a serial killer’s house and this is how I die. I heard the door open and turned. Here we go. A man in all black strode in. He has a strong jaw and a stern face. A light stubble and thick eyebrows. He seemed angry but maybe it’s just his face. He saw that I was conscious.

“Uh…” I mumble, blank.

“Hey, I’m Barry Berkman. You’re Rashida Leeds,” he said softly. So he only looks angry.

“Yeah…” I said, not sure if it was a statement or a question.

“You changed your name from Fuches to Leeds five years ago?”

“Shit,” I muttered facing down. Fuck! Not today. This is not happening. “What the fuck do you want man?” I said through gritted teeth, looking up at him. He seemed to have ignored my glare and question.

“Right,” he said rushing to his desk and taking out a key. “I’m going to get you some food.” He left and I heard him locking the bedroom door.

No fucking way! I pulled at the chains on my wrists. Then bounced back and hit my head on the edge of the bed. I swore loudly as I composed myself. I looked around the room and strangely enough my eyes landed on a paper on the desk. I couldn’t read much from where I was tied but it looked like a script format. Who is this dude? I heard the door open and turned. It’s bad enough he knows my real name… “Okay who are you and how do you know my name?” I said. He had a plate with a sandwich on it. He placed the plate in front of me.

“I am a colleague of your father’s” he said, casually going over and glancing at his script. “Well not anymore.”

“Hey asshole, how will I eat your stupid food? Untie me.” He kneeled behind me and untied my right hand as my left hand stayed tied up to the leg of the bed behind me. I picked up the sandwich and munched on it.

“Right so how do you know Fuches and why have you brought me here?” He left and came back with a small bottle of water.

“Here you go.” I rolled my eyes.

“Barry, was it?” I said, opening the bottle and drinking from it. “Okay Barry. You don’t know my father as well as I do. I don’t know what you and my father are going through but I don’t really want to get involved in his business again. So just untie me and call my father and sort your shit without me in it. How about that, huh?”

“You said you were involved in his business before?”

“That’s not what I wanted you to take away from this conversation,” I said, voice rising with irritation.

“Do you know about any other…colleagues of your dad’s?”

“I’m not cooperating. First untie me asshole.” He looked like he was considering it. Eventually, he turned away.

“Just finish the sandwich,” he said, his script in his hand.

“Oh for fuck’s sake” I barked. He walked to the door again when he stopped and faced me. His brow was furrowed.

“You’re not involved in this okay? Stop asking me fucking questions. I’ll let you go when I have sorted everything out with your dad. If it were up to me, you’d be in your stupid diner and I’d be at an audition. We wouldn’t have been in this situation. So blame this on your fucking father for screwing me over like this!” he slammed the door behind him.

“Fuck you” I screamed, the chains on my wrists rattled violently as I tried pushing myself off the floor. I was panting when I finally sat back and regained my position. This mess is going to follow me to death and beyond. This bed looks heavy… and soft. It does look soft. I nudged the edge with my head to feel the soft sheets. My head stayed there, basking in the little comfort it provided me. My eyelids shut of their own accord.

@barryhbotheories @barryxberkman @myimaginesideblog

[harcourtholmesii]

Hellu~ Just A Post About Requests

I am not particularly good at this kind of thing, but I wanted to just mention that requests are open for writing. Soon, I may be keen to attempt some art requests, but for now, I am sticking with story writing. Send me a message or ask, and let me know what you’re after. I’ll happily try most things, but I will return your message and let you know if I feel uncomfortable with writing what is asked. I am also happy to do character x reader stories!

Fandoms I Am Happy Writing For:

- Team Fortress 2 - Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse - Detroit: Become Human - Supernatural - Hetalia: Axis Powers - DC Comics - Marvel Cinematic Universe - Outlast and Outlast Whistleblower - Dead By Daylight - Harry Potter - Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit - Sanders’ Sides - Naruto and Naruto Shippuden - The Wolf Among Us - The Walking Dead - Payday (Video Game) - BBC’s Sherlock - Mass Effect - Game of Thrones

- Cuphead: Don’t Mess With the devil And below I have listed just SOME of the ships I adore writing for: - Medic X Heavy - Sniper X Spy - Scout X Miss Pauling - Soldier X Zhanna - Peter B. Parker X Deadpool - Hank Anderson  X Connor - Simon X Markus - RK900 X Gavin Reed - Castiel X Dean Winchester - Germany X Italy - Russia X Germany - Russia X America - Russia X Canada - England X France - America X Japan - Jason Todd X Dick Grayson - Tim Drake X Connor Kent - Tony Stark X T’Challa - Bruce Banner X Thor Odinson - Tony Stark X Pepper Potts - Clint Barton X Natasha Romanoff - Evan Macmillan X Dwight Fairfield - Evan Macmillan X Claudette Morel - Michael Myers X Jake Park - David King X Nea Karlsson - Philip Ojomo X Sally Smithson - Glenn Rhee X Maggie Greene - Lee Everett X Carley - Dallas X Sokol - Sherlock Holmes X John Watson - John Watson X Mary Morstan - Sherlock Holmes X Molly Hooper - Mycroft Holmes X Greg Lestrade - Greg Lestrade X Molly Hooper - Garrus Vakarian X Shephard - Tali’Zorah nar Rayya X Shephard - Jaime Lannister X Brienne of Tarth

- Devil X King Dice

There may be some characters I may be more comfortable writing for, if only because I am more aware of their character or plotline, but I will let you know. There may be a bunch of others I am happy to write for, but for now, here are those that I can think of! Let me know what you’re after and I will try to get around to as many as possible!

[allforhader]

Why here?!

Barry Berkman x (F) Reader

Warnings: Blood, Language

Y/N and Barry have been dating for half a year, but secrets weren’t kept very long. When Barry told Y/N about his affairs, she needed space. She didn’t take the space to protect herself, she needed it to process the information. She needed other reasons to cloud what’s been said.

“Please don’t make me do this”

“You promised your fucking word Barry”

“I can’t do this”

“Just fucking do it”

Y/N jolts awake in her bed to a loud crash coming from the main room of her apartment. She grabs the bat from under her bed and braced herself making her way out of her bedroom. She reaches and takes a hold of the door knob quickly opening it about to swing when the silhouette was too familiar.

“Barry?” Y/N questions as she turns on the light and the first thing she notices was the broken window. “Barry I can’t afford-“ she stops talking when she noticed the blood on him. Was it his?

“I’m sorry I-I’ll fix....” Barry felt lightheaded as he stopped talking to process what’s happening internally until he couldn’t.

“Barry-!” Y/N freaks when he passes out on her coffee table, well what was her coffee table.

Fuck...

Why here?

I could’ve...

No I couldn’t have...

I trust her

I love her

She’s my everything...

Barry groans as he woke up eventually after passing out. He sits up in Y/N’s bed realizing his shirt is off and his wounds were taken care of. He looks around finding Tylenol waiting for him with a glass of water on the night stand. Barry tried to get out of the bed when Y/N walks in angrily smacking his legs to be brought back onto the bed. He noticed her hospital uniform and he immediately thought that he made her late, but the worried expression said otherwise.

“Y/N...what are you doing here...”

“I live here and there’s a patient in my damn bed. Who should stay in the damn fucking bed” Y/N’s anger seeped through the worry as she took his wrist doing the regular check of vitals she’d do in the ER.

——

Barry met Y/N in the ER, but it wasn’t for him that time. Sally fell and hit her head during an exercise, and Gene made Barry take her.

“Hello my name is Doctor Y/L/N and I’ll be your doctor this evening. Can you tell me...” Y/N trails off when she locked eyes with Barry. She immediately looked at Sally to bring back the attention. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I fell...”

“Well, you clearly hit your head” Y/N sets down the tablet for keeping charts on the end of the bed before putting on gloves. “You have a head lac. What exactly did you hit?”

“One of the floor speakers. Y’know, on stages?” Barry states as Y/N gave him an annoyed smile for talking to her like she doesn’t know shit.

“This is LA, Mr.?”

“Berkman”

“Mr. Berkman. So please. Don’t talk to me like an idiot when I get actors almost every day. The usual is heat exhaustion or dehydration. What is up with you actors not taking care of yourselves?” She frowns checking the lac as Sally winces. “Alright. You hang tight while I order a CT before stitching up that lac”

“Oh wait. Are staples faster?”

“Why?”

“I have an audition”

Y/N rolls her eyes taking the tablet and ordering the CT before waving over an ER nurse to put a pressure dressing.

“Ms....Sally Reed” Y/N reads the chart for her name before giving her a stern look. “Staples will definitely scar. If you let me take my time with your stitches, I promise there won’t be a noticeable scar”

“Fine...”

“As for you...Berkman. You can wait for your friend in the waiting room” Y/N states as she left to take care of a few things.

The hours went by and Y/N’s shift was over, she always leaves from the ER’s exit/entrance and when she stepped out. Barry sat on a bench outside the ER catching her attention.

“You injured Berkman?”

“No ma’am”

“Then what are you doing out here?” Y/N smiles walking over to Barry as he stood to his feet looking down at her.

“My name is Barry”

“Oh, first name formality is why you came here?”

“Well I thought I’d ask the badass ER doc if she’d like to get a drink”

“This...badass ER doc. Doesn’t drink on call” Y/N smiles. “But Y/N, would happily get tea with Barry this late”

“Then shall we?”

“We shall”

——

“You’ve been out for a week”

“I’ve been out for what...?”

“You lost a lot of blood Barry. I already stole gauze, a syringe, lidocaine, wraps, a few suture kits. I can’t steal blood to replace what you lost. So your body made it natural while you were out cold” Y/N frowns grabbing the clipboard off the night stand seeing the Tylenol and water. “You should take some right now if you’re still in pain” she states writing down his vitals as she’s been charting it down.

“Y/N, you didn’t-“

“What? Didn’t have to? Oh like I totally want my boyfriend dead on the streets for who knows what fucking happened to him” Y/N frowns making him sit up completely so she can check the wounds on his back.

Barry frowns feeling her take off some of the bandages to clean and re-patch.

“Tell me”

“What?”

“How this fucking happened”

“One bad job”

“Details Barry, for fuck sake”

“I was paid. Well. Boss-“

“Fuches”

“Fuches, was paid and then I’ll be paid. To take down this guy in downtown LA for the favor of Hank. I got stuck in a fight. That involved Guns of course. I only got grazed for the most part until I took a metal bat to a few places and well a knife to a gun fight”

“How many people were involved? Was it a trap?”

“It seemed like that. Honestly. You do a lot better job at taking care of wounds compared to Fuches when I fought a guy with a fucking black belt”

“Barry...”

Barry frowns turning around looking at Y/N upset expression only becoming her balling. He tried to move completely to hold her but she stopped him. Y/N got up cleaning up everything before propping Barry up with her pillows.

“I’ll....be back after my shift”

“Y/N...”

“Why here? You have actor friends. Aren’t actors supposed to be great liars? Lie to one of them that you got mugged. Just like New York, there’s a lot of jackasses in the streets of LA.”

“You’re the only one I trust Y/N”

“...it’s hard to believe that love”

Barry frowns watching Y/N grab one of Barry’s jackets on her way out. A part of her still loves him, even if everything is so out of the ordinary.

A few hours into the shift, Y/N sat down in the ER nurse’s station taking a minute as she watches interns freak out when nothing much is going on. She started trailing into her thoughts causing her to think out loud.

“He would’ve died...if he got shot...”

“What?”

Shit

“Huh?” Y/N looks over to find her favorite nurse Ollie look at her confused.

“You said something about getting shot?”

“Oh, yeah sorry. I’ve been thinking about an episode of Greys” wow.

“Y/N how can you watch that stuff when you do most of it everyday?”

“How can you watch that show AND it’s spin offs?”

“Okay. This isn’t about me”

“I just think about it a lot. They over dress a lot of stuff that we tend to see everyday. Can you imagine it being that bad every day? Also...I wouldn’t want to be Owen Hunt”

Ollie laughs at the final comment before answering the call. When he ends it he gave Y/N a look.

“You jinx the ER when you mention Owen!”

“Sorry!” Y/N laughs getting the trauma gown on as she makes her way out to meet the rig.

When Y/N meets with the rig, it wasn’t a big trauma but the person was too familiar.

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Y/N sat in the middle of the audience waiting for the play to begin.

“Why are theaters so cold...” she whispers to herself as she heard a man laugh at her comment.

“Actors can’t sweat or the makeup will melt off”

“Tsk. Fucking actors”

“Who are you here for?”

“My boyfriend, you?” Y/N turns to look at him as he scoffs a bit.

“My uh. Nephew” Fuches laughs. “I hate acting. I think it’s an excuse of a job but he wants to do it. So whatever right? Support the ones you care about”

“Yeah, so. Your name?”

“You first little lady”

“Y/N”

“Fuches”

——

Y/N frowns putting her gloves on and checking Fuches for any major injuries but for the most part he took a beating. To her, he got what he deserved. But to her as a doctor, no one deserves to be in pain.

“Get an x-ray and CT. Let me know when he’s conscious”

“Should I admit him?”

“If there’s anything on the scans according to radiology that recommends observation, then yes. Please” Y/N states going to order the tests but before she did. She decided to handle all of it.

Fuches groans waking up in a hospital bed but when he looked around. The only one he spotted was Y/N.

“You...”

“You broke a few ribs and there’s a grade two liver lac. We are observing it and if it doesn’t resolve, we’ll do surgery”

“Why...our of all the doctors-“

“Did I help your ass?”

“...”

“I should’ve known that the funny guy sitting next to me during the showing of A Midsummer’s Night Dream, was the guy telling my boyfriend to go kill people”

“Should you...really be saying that out loud?”

“Who hurt you?”

“That’s none-“

“It’s my business if its the same fuckers that almost killed Barry”

“Tsk. So he’s not dead”

Y/N frowns realizing what she admitted as she crosses her arms leaning against the back of the chair.

“You leave him alone, or I’ll call the police”

“They’ll...only arrest Barry too Y/N..”

“The leave him alone or I’ll make it look like a complication in surgery, if there is one.” Y/N got up from her seat as Fuches watches her leave the room.

“Crazy bitch...”

Barry jolts awake when he heard the front door shut. He pushes himself to get out of bed and check on Y/N but she had already walked in when he stood to his feet.

“What’s wrong?” Barry frowns as Y/N just stood there. “Y/N?”

Y/N places her hands on his face giving him an angered look. Barry frowns resting his hands on her hips waiting for her to say something but for the most part all she did was look at him and tear up.

“Y/N what happened?”

“That fucker...that fucking fucker that told me he was your goddamn uncle at the play, was in my ER with semi similar injuries to you”

“Did he say anything? Anything of concern...?”

“No just....“ Y/N lets go of Barry trying to pull away when Barry only wrapped himself around her. She just didn’t want...she didn’t want this. She didn’t want to have to worry to an extreme level. Her job is already stressful enough...now there’s so much more.

“I’m in love with you Y/N...”

“...really? I should be saying that to you...I did just threaten to kill a man to protect you...” Y/N frowns feeling Barry squeeze her in his arms as she gripped onto his shirt. “I’m in love with you Barry Berkman...and I don’t want anybody hurting you anymore”

[berkmansimagines]

Barry & Sally co-parenting Barry’s teenage daughter

[fangirl-imagines]

The Candy Debate//Sally Reed x Fem!Reader

“Three Musketeers? Are you serious, right now?” 

You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend but threw the bag of fun size chocolate bars in the cart anyway. “What? Three Musketeers are the best chocolate bars.”

Sally’s nose scrunched up slightly when she shook her head, “um, no. They’re not even one of the best. The shell is too soft and they taste like empty calories.”

You pressed your hand to your heart dramatically, earning a laugh from the blonde in the process. 

“Okay, oh candy expert, please enlighten me on what the best candy is?”

Sally looked up and down the aisle, glancing over the boxes upon boxes of candy lining the shelves for Halloween before one logo caught her eye. She grinned as she grabbed it off the shelf and held it up for examination. 

“Twix bars?” You laugh. 

“Yes! They’ve got chocolate and carmel.” She said like it was a no brainer before tossing the bag into the cart where it landed on top of a box of spaghetti. 

“Alright. That just means more of the Three Musketeers for me.” You shrug bumping Sally’s shoulder with yours playfully. 

She laughed, picking up another bag of mixed candy and tossing it into the cart. You smiled, you both knew neither of the bags of chocolate would make it to the end of the week let alone to Halloween.

[starting-now]

Three’s A Crowd (Barry x Reader x Sally)

This is a Christmas present for the AMAZING @fangirl-imagines​! Thank you for being so supportive, kind, and wonderful, and for always being willing to rant about Bill Hader with me. You’re a great friend and I hope you enjoy the fic! Merry Christmas!💕

(gif by @deadlightcircus​)

Word Count: 2033

Warnings: none

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You stood up on your tiptoes, reaching as far as you could to hang the last shimmering ornament on the perfect branch. You pulled your hand back and broke out into a wide grin at the perfection that was you Christmas tree. Took you long enough as it was already Christmas Eve.

“How’s it look? Finally perfect?” Sally asked, walking in from the kitchen, nervously wringing her hands. You could tell she was nervous about her performance in a few hours. You knew she’d do amazing; she always does.

“Finally perfect! Where’s Barry? He has to plug it in!” you said dramatically, strolling over to Sally and giving her a peck on the cheek. You heard Barry chuckle at your excitement as he entered the room. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and Sally, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Why me?” he asked jokingly.

“Because it’s tradition!” you asserted with a smile.

“Can something really be a tradition if we’ve never done it before?” Sally questioned, but you just intertwined your fingers with hers and chuckled at her comment.

Barry crouched and grabbed the plug that snaked off the base of the tree. He looked up at you and Sally expectantly.

“Now it is.” he said as he plugged it into the socket on the wall.

The lit up tree took your breath away. The soft white lights shimmered off your ornaments and beads perfectly, sending glimmers of red and green across the evergreen leaves. It turned out just the way you wanted, filling the whole apartment with a sense of holiday cheer, and pulling together all the other Christmas decor perfectly. You smiled and Sally squeezed your hand, turning your attention towards her. The anxiety had melted off her face for a moment as she revelled in your happiness. Barry stood back and shoved his hands in his pockets before you pulled him over to you and linked your arm in his.

“It looks amazing, babe.” Sally said, her soft pink lips pulled into a sweet smile,her eyes still fixed on you. Barry nodded in agreement.

“Thank you! Are you guys ready for the performance?” you asked excitedly. You had seen Barry and Sally act before, but you were the most excited about this production. You loved watching them perform and you LOVED Christmas, so seeing your two favorite people performing A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve was basically a dream come true. Barry looked at Sally and nodded hesitantly only after seeing that she had nodded.

“You guys are gonna do great.You should probably get going though right? I’ll see you there.” you assured, stealing a kiss from each of them as they grabbed their bags and headed out the door.

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Eventually, it was time for you to leave for Sally and Barry’s performance. You drove to the theater and got out of your car, adjusting your Christmas sweater and heading into the theater from the brisk LA night.

The lobby was decorated with wreaths and lights, no doubt Natalie’s personal touch as stage manager. You paid for your ticket and made your way into the theater. The stage was set like Scrooge’s office, and you smiled in excitement as you took your seat. You flipped through the program, reading about the production and shoving it into your bag to save.

The lights went down and to your delight, Sally was the first one to walk on stage. She was dressed in a particularly fetching suit type costume, complete with a top hat. She was portraying Charles Dickens, the narrator of the tale. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she walked across the stage, setting the scene for the story.

You thoroughly enjoyed the performance, but spent most of the time waiting for Sally as the narrator or Barry as Bob Cratchit.  They both did just as amazing as you predicted. Sally was incredibly talented and kept the audience engaged even when Nick’s Ghost of Christmas Present went storming off the stage after flubbing his last line. And you could tell how much Barry had improved. You couldn’t help but mouth alone to his lines as you remembered practicing with him. You could still tell he was nervous, but he was more confident and put some real emotion into his lines.

Soon enough, the show was over and the cast came out on stage to take their bows. You and the rest of the audience stood up and clapped. You put a hand over your mouth and cheered loudly, catching Barry and Sally’s attention earning a wide smile from them both. The lights lit them up wonderfully, especially their smiled which you loved so much. You took a mental snapshot of them up there and made an effort to remember it.

Gene walked out on stage as the applause died down, and even he was in a cheerier mood than usual.

“Hello everyone. I hope you enjoyed our production of Gene Cousineau’s ‘A Christmas Carol’. Please have a lovely holiday and remember, we have our limited edition Holiday Cousineau for sale in the lobby. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.” he said dramatically. You giggled to yourself. Sometimes Barry and Sally’s stories made you doubt Gene’s existence but then here he was in front of you, just as eccentric and strange as they described.

The audience began filtering out as you waited patiently for Sally and Barry. When you saw them come out from behind the curtain you jumped from your seat and walked towards them, enveloping Barry and then Sally in a tight hug.

“Amazing show you guys! I’m so proud of you.” you said. Sally thanked you while Barry blushed, smiling and shoving his hands into his pockets.

You pulled two bouquets out of your bag, one of pink roses and one of baby’s breath. The pink roses went to Sally, her favorite flower in her favorite color, and she took them from you with a kind smile, pressing the sweet petals to her nose. The baby’s breath went the Barry. He hadn’t told you his favorite flower but you’d caught him admiring these in the store one day. He blushed and glanced up at you and back at the flowers before he grasped them shyly, mumbling a quiet thank you.

“So Natalie is throwing a cast party if you wanna come with us? We were really just gonna stop by I mean it’s totally fine if you don’t so don’t feel like you have to-“ Sally started but you interrupted her.

“I’d love to come! Natalie always throws good parties.” you said and she stopped her rambling, smiling warmly. You intertwined your fingers with both of theirs and left the theater to head towards Natalie’s.

——-

When you arrived, you grabbed two presents out of your trunk and headed towards the brightly lit house. Natalies decorations almost gave yours a run for their money. Almost.

You were inside fixing yourself a drink and chatting with Sasha when you felt two slender arms snake around your waist.

“I forgot to tell you at the theater you look adorable tonight.” Sally said, earning a smile from you.  You leaned back enough to peck her on the cheek before spinning around and handing her a drink.

“Same to you, Mr. Dickens.” you joked, causing Sally to roll her eyes playfully as she took a sip from her cup.

“Where’s Barry?” you asked and Sally pointed across the room where Barry was hanging up his coat. You caught his eye and he gave you an awkward but happy wave as he crossed the room towards you. He was wearing a knit sweater that he must have put on in the car, as you didnt remember seeing it earlier. It was white and blue with red detailing and it really brought out his eyes. You met him halfway and wrapped him in a tight hug, pressing your cheek into the soft fabric.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Uh, long time no see?” he joked and you giggled in response.

“I love the sweater!” you commented, pulling back from the hug rubbing your hand up his sleeve.

“Oh, thanks! The guys in the Christmas movies you like are always wearing sweaters like this so I was kind of...inspired.” he admitted, fidgeting with the hem of it as he spoke.

You practically had heart eyes at that sentence. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything as you  leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was surprised at first but quickly melted into your touch, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. When you broke apart you couldn’t help but smile.

“You are the most adorable person in the world.” you said, making Barry blush furiously.

“Did someone call me?” Sally joked, coming up from behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“No but now that you’re both here I actually have something for you! Maybe we could get a little privacy?” you suggested, gesturing towards the dining room where there weren’t any guests currently.

They followed you in, the sound of Christmas music and chatter from the next room dampened by the distance and walls of the dining room. You dug through your bag and pulled out two small boxes, handing one to Barry and one to Sally.

“Oh, um I thought we were doing gifts tomorrow?” Barry asked, hesitantly taking the box from your hands.

“Yea, I didn’t bring any of yours.” Sally said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.  

“No don’t worry about it! Another ‘tradition’ is that we open one present on Christmas Eve, and I’ve been dying to give these to you anyway.” you assured, nodding at them in encouragement to open the gift.

Sally opened hers methodically, starting at the seam and slowly unfolding the paper. Barry on the other hand ripped at whatever corner was easiest, a satisfied smile gracing his face at the ripping noise it made. They both opened their boxes and Sally put a hand over her mouth.

Inside was a thin leather bracelet, a light tan for Sally, and a deep brown for Barry. They were engraved with all three of your initials, and on the inner band it said  ‘Two is company, three is a crowd. Here’s to being a crowd.’ It was an old inside joke from when the three of you first got together, but it seemed to mean so much more now.

Sally looked up at you with a surprised smile. You held up you arm in response, which was graced with a matching bracelet in a medium brown leather. She closed the distance between you, hugging you and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Thank you so much. I love it.” she said, punctuated by another kiss.

You glanced over at Barry, who was still staring into the box. You furrowed you brow.

“Barry? Is everything okay? Do you like it?” you asked, concern lacing your voice. You ducked your head to catch his eye and he looked up at you.

“...Like it? It’s...it’s rad.” he said, his voice breaking slightly but a smile spreading across his face.

You rushed to his side, wrapping your arms around him. He held you tightly, then leaned back, his hands resting on your arms.

“I’ve just...I’ve never had...I mean, this…” he fumbled, not being able to find the right words and settling on pulling you into his arms again instead. You laughed breathlessly and held him tight, pressing a kiss to his lips when he finally moved back slightly.

You held your hand out and Barry placed the bracelet  in your palm, holding out his wrist. You fastened the bracelet and turned towards Sally to do the same.

“I love you both so much. Merry Christmas.” you said.

“We love you too.”  Barry said, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“We sure do. Merry Christmas.” Sally chimed in, doing the same with your other hand.

So your little crowd headed back into the party.

And you all wondered what you did to deserve each other.

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Dancing lessons.

Barry Berkman x reader

Hi there! So I was watching Friends yesterday and I came across the one where Joey speaks french, and then I was thinking about how in season 2 Barry already has his Headshots, and I wanted to write something about a false ability he could have put on his resume.

So this will be an 8 part series, and I will try to update it at least twice a week but can't promise anything.

Summary: Barry is finally cast in a feature, the problem? He said he could dance and now he can either disappoint Sally or found a way to learn some steps.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating maybe.

Part 1 ● Part 2 ● Part 3 ● Part 4 ● Part 5 ● Part 6 ● Part 7 ● Part 8 ● Epilogue

Part 1

A sharpie written ad in the door said: "Joe's friend callbacks" that could give him an idea of how unimportant this character was, because so far he didn't even had a name, nevertheless he was happy that they had call him back for a reason other than "You look good on the poster"

Although he was suspicious the "minor" changes Natalie and Sally had convinced him to do to his resume was the reason, he could not blame them, at first the page was empty and depressing, and now he appear to be a very compelling person, maybe someone he would like to be. Someone who could speak french and Italian, and had formal training in at least three styles of dancing, tango, salsa and tap.

Worst case scenario, they had said, there is someone better than you first and is just another bad audition. And so far it hasn't been a problem, people usually overlook that because they didn't need that on their movies.

But now it was different, there was at least three men in front of him and four behind all of them more or less his height and complexion, waiting to re read the lines for the upcoming movie, a place to dare dreaming. As far as he understood it was a drama about a men seeking meaning in life, and Barry was trying to be the best friend's best friend, he would have five scenes in the whole movie and was merely an excuse to make exposition questions and be gone for the rest of the movie.

Not a bad place to start, Sally said, and he might actually make connections and even find an agent. So he was there for some reason dressed with black loose pants and a loose blue shirt, just like the rest of them. Finally after another half hour or so the casting assistant exited the door and call for him.

"Hi, I'm Barry Block, reading for Joe's friend" He said looking at the people behind the table and he notice another woman there dressed as a ballerina, he was not entirely sure why.

"Fine, in this scene you are just finishing dancing with your partner, then Joe" The director point at a man who was already cast as the lead best friend "Yeah, Joe will call you to ask you something and then the scene starts"

Barry did as he was told, and when he was in the middle of telling Joe to go help the lead build the boat of his dreams or something like that the director interrupted him.

"Just one sec, Barry was it?" He said and Barry was already feeling the whole you are not what we are looking for speech coming. "It says here that you dance?"

"Um hum" He muttered every second more disconcerted.

"Tango? Janice you do tango right?" He asked the ballerina.

"No Andre, I only have a career in dance but I don't do tango" She said rolling her eyes "Of course I do" she and when the director look at her in exasperation.

"Then is settled, unless any of the other guys can dance we will go with Mr. Block here"

"Excuse me what?" Barry said a little lightheaded.

"Oh this scene, we originally wanted to have a big ballet dancing sequence that inspire Daniel, the lead to follow his dreams, but we scratched off because of the budget but since you can dance you and Janice can do a small version of it." Talk with Sophie on the way out we start on monday.

"Sure, thanks" he said with a calm voice and walked out to find the cast assistant.

"Mr. Block?" She said now a little more nice than when he entered in the morning. "You'll have to sing some documents and we will be ready"

"Sure, yeah fine, one question tho, what exactly does he mean Andre with me dancing with Janice?" He asked trying to sound casual

"Oh well since they are just adding the sequence I will say that they will tell you exactly what they want in a couple weeks and then you will have to rehearse with Janice and film it by the end of the next month" She said like it was no big deal.

"Two weeks?" He asked again and she could see that he was nervous.

"More or less, but I figure since you are an actual dancer that would be fine right?" He nod not very sure of her statement and she start looking in her purse and finally give him a card. "Look I won't tell you how to do your job, but if by any chance you are not convinced of what to do, you should go here, she may help you"

***

He shut the door of the apartment with enough strength to make one of the frames in the wall shake, of course he was furious. But it wasn't your fault and you wouldn't put up with his temperament. After 5 years of marriage Alan was finally beginning to understand that it was better to walk away and let things cool down before any of you could say something too painful.

And what could you say? You told him before you get married that you didn't want children and he married you anyway. He was not able to change your mind, that was no reason to scream and fight like that. You shake the thoughts from your head and pick up you bag, ready to walk down to the studio.

Your friend Sophie had made you a call earlier asking for your help with another lost case, and usually those pay well so you could surprise Alan with a nice dinner and maybe you would let him convince you to open up at the idea, at least for long enough to live peacefully.

You could tell who your new student was the minute you entered the studio, your assistant was talking with the other couples for the romantic dance lessons and he was in a corner looking at the door like he was planning an escape.

You take the attending list and seek for his name, Barry Block, you hope is not a sing of how hard will it be to make him move, but his large frame was telling you it will.

"Mr. Block?" You called him apart once you were dress in more comfortable clothes, he walked towards you and you could see he was at least 1 feet taller than you. "You work with Sophie right?"

"I do, I ... she said you could help me amm..."

"To make your dancing believable, yes, don't worry you are not the first nor the last actor that lies on an audition, but for future reference put something more achievable like learn Russian" You said part serious part kidding "Learning tango is complicated and demanding, is not just sexy dresses and fancy music, but since this is the land of dreams I can teach you a couple things"

"That would be great, and again I'm so embarrassed that this happened, but I need the job"

"Well that's another sad part of the story this class ain't cheap, and there's only so little I can do for you in three weeks"

"That's not a problem" He said immediately and took a little envelope from his pocket and gave it to you "This is for the first two lessons"

"Excellent, then we can start" You look at his clothes, jeans and a hoodie and very uncomfortable sneakers "You may need to change, and also stretch a little, we don't want accidents" you pointed to the dressing room and let him borrow a more lose pant and proper dancing shoes.

You finishes your lesson with the other couples and after and hour he, you and Macy your assistant were the only ones there.

"Ok for starters, that's not stretching" you told him once you saw he couldn't reach his toes. "Come sit here" You told him and sit in the middle of the floor with your legs completely extended and asked him to do the same.

"I'm not very use to this, I'm in shape as much as I can but this is different" He said awkwardly trying to reach his toes the way you did yours.

"If you don't mind me asking Mr. Block, why do you need the job?" You said standing up and helping him bend his back. "I don't think they will pay you more than I'm taking from you"

"Is not about the money" he said simply and took the hand you offered him to stand. "I need to prove myself I can be an actor, a real one, also my girlfriend is recording a show and I..." he star touching his hair distracted.

"You don't want to be left behind? Yeah I know what is like" You said to him. "Well in that case I would do my best, but for real you have to stop being so rigid" you said taking him by the hips and he flinch with surprise to then let go a chuckle

"I'm sorry" He said and you nodded and put your hands on his hips again "First we are going to have to work on that posture, lower just a bit your hips and bend your knees" You said pushing him down a bit.

"Like this" he said flexing down so much that he was almost at your height.

"Not at all, I'll show you, Macy come here" You call the girl who was already hiding her laugh behind a magazine, she put on some music on his phone into the speakers and walked towards you.

You took her by the waist and started just making simple walks at the rhythm of the music, showing him how he had to bend his knees but not making it all that evident, then when the next song star going faster you started making more quick moves and shen it turn slow you drag your leg inside slowly, and embraced Macy pulling her closer to you.

"Ok, I can definently not do that" he said once you were done, and you felt flattered to se some amusement in his face.

"I know, but we will figure something out" you smile at him and turn off the music to again trying to make him bend his knees properly.