Multi-Fandom Reader Insert One-Shots

Spectacularly (Barry Burkman)

You gripped your cellphone tightly as the other end hung up. Your brother had called asking for money once again, and it was the same sob story of "losing his job and really struggling with rent" when really it was him gambling or drinking most, if not all, of his money away. You finally put your foot down, you've given him money in the past and enough was enough. He yelled nasty things, things that boiled your blood, and threats before hanging up the phone.

You grab your bag and head out to your acting class. You needed the classto help with the shit your brother started today, and you need to talk to someone you are extremely close to: Barry. You know of his past, one PTSD outburst led to that discovery. You weren't fully sure how to feel about him being a former hit man but you believe he was trying to get out of that life. With that exchange, he knew of your rough history with your family and the issues that led you to L.A.. Barry was the person you trusted the most and right now you needed him.

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You plopped right next to Barry with a loud sigh, letting your head rest on Barrys shoulder.

"Bad morning?" He asked.

"My brother called asking for money again." You groaned. "I finally told him no and he flipped his shit. It brought back bad memories just listening to him scream at me and blaming me. Does that make me a bad sibling for not helping him?" You lift your head from his comfortable shoulder when you asked your question.

"Oh god no, (Y/N)." He shifted in his seat to properly face you. "You've given enough to that man and all he does is think about himself. He hasn't changed so it's completely reasonable to cut him off. Someone important I know told me something similar to help deal with Fuches." The cornors of Barrys mouth lifted into a small smile, a contagious smile that influenced your own smile. "How about we get take out and uh... Uh and hang out at your place?"

"Yeah, that would be fun Barry."

"Okay people! Places!" Gene waltzed on stage, and everyone got busy for rehearsal.

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You and Barry got out of his car, containers of Chinese food in hand. You were both smiling and laughing as you approached your house, but you suddenly stopped in your tracts.

"Whats wrong?" You heard Barry as he stopped with you.

"My lights are on... I know I turned them off before I left."

"Stay behind me." His voice and facial expression changed to something you never seen with Barry. You complied, staying behind him as he walked to your front door. You both take notice of the door slightly open, which made your heartbeat increase. Barry placed his hand flushed against the door as he slowly pushed it open; he slowly leaned in to take a quick glance. He took slow, quiet steps into your home and you tried your best to follow his way of walking.

In your living room, your brother stood hunched over your couch, its cushions strewn about. You noticed other items like your lamp or plants were either misplaced or tipped over, and you were sure other areas in your house looked the same.

You were hesitant, but you addressed your brother regardless as you set the food on a near by table. "What the hell are you doing here, Mark?"

"O-oh hey, (Y/N)!" He smiled, though his tone and body language pointed to him being nervous or scared. "I know you said no to me, but I really need the money-"

"No. I told you no earlier and that is final. Get out of my house now or I will call the cops."

"Come on, (Y/N). That's no way to treat your own blood is it?" His demeanor changed like a switch, just like he has done before in the past. "Just give me the damn money."

"Hey, they asked you to leave, so leave." Barry spoke up, his face stern as he glared down your brother.

"Who the hell are you? Why don't you shut the fuck up and stay the fuck out of our business." He snarled. "You're just their quick fuck aren't you? Is that where all your money is coming from, (Y/N)? Huh? You selling your body for cash. How filthy." Your brother sneered in your direction.

Before you knew it, Barry had stormed up to him. He gripped the collar of Marks shirt and had him hovering slightly over the ground. Barrys eyed were wide, his brows scrunched with anger and his nostril flaired as his mouth was a deep frown.

"Barry!" You exclaimed. You see his fist shaking as he kept his grip on your brother.

"Don't fucking talk about them like that you hear me?" Barry snarled with such an intensity it made you scared. He then released your brother with a slight shove, "Now leave, or else."

"You're a fuckin' freak." Your brother stumbled back from the shove. "A perfect match for that crazy bitch." He spat and made sure to shoulder check Barry on his way out. Your brother slammed your front door with tremendous force, and you scurried your way to the window to watch and make sure he got in his car and drove off.

"God, I am so sorry for that Barry." You sigh painfully as you turn to face him.

"Hey hey hey don't worry about it (Y/N)." He rushed over you and enveloped you in a somewhat awkward but much appreciated hug. He pulled away, but kept his warm hands placed on your shoulders, staring directly at your eyes.

You weren't sure what came over Barry, and you definitely weren't sure what came over you. You both were slowly inching your faces close together before your lips met in a soft kiss. It was sweet, and not something you fully expected from the awkward but amiable Barry Berkman. You both move apart slowly, taking in what just happened.

"Shit, I'm sorry (Y/N). I know its an emotional time-" Barry started but you cut him off with another short kiss.

"It's fine. I liked it, and I like you Barry." Your fingers grip his jacket and you avoid eye contact, heat flushes to your face from slight embarrassment.

"Well I also like it and I like you too." Barry said as serious as he could, but ultimately let out a chuckle. "This feels like highschool."

"Yea it does." You chuckle as well. "As much as I love this moment, I think our food is getting cold."

"Oh shit you're right!" Barry scurried over to the food, while you smiled. Although the night started off rough, and a little scary... It ended spectacularly.