#barney:txt

[heirbudachives]

open: females plot: your muse is someone who’s dependent on their reputation (celebrity, socialite, or royalty, etc.) and they have to pretend not to be dating. check source for inspo.

“you’re goddamn right i was jealous. you really expect me to enjoy watching you go back out there flirting with other guys people?” barney rolls his eyes, crossing his arms to close himself off to her. 

[heirbudachives]

@gothictales​ liked this post for a random starter.

“you know if you need me to play pretend boyfriend all you need to do is ask.” barney added between bites of his meal. he doesn’t look enthusiastic, in fact he looked far from it, but the opportunity seemed like a fun experience and he was willing to play along for the sake of her, his best friend. “just say ‘pretty please’” he teased, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

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“leave with me, alison.” barney whispered as he pulled her into his makeshift apartment. “you know this organization is corrupt. we’ll find somewhere new to live.” // @pcperheart​

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“babe, i’m right around the corner. what the hell?” he said into the phone as he scanned the area. // @sunshnewrites​

[heirbudachives]

open: females

plot: in source. nsfw.

barney kissed her neck as she sat between his leg, back against him as they “watched” whatever show she had put on. the netflix turned up to a ridiculous level was, hopefully, not enough to suppress his roommates from hearing her moan or groan at his actions. well, lack there of. he didn’t mind giving them an auditory show. his hand pulled away from her heat the moment he could feel her coming close.

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based, closed to @coolwxthyou​

“are you lost, princess?” barney questioned after tossing a bag of god knows what onto the deck, completely unaware of the fact she was a princess. for most of his life barnabas preferred to dissociate himself from his royal roots, often leaving his family’s estate to “explore” and “keep the area safe.” no one ever seemed to question the prince, for he was known to be quite the solider willing to risk his life to protect the surrounding property and its residence. unbeknownst to any of them he was really pursuing a double life, getting entangled with gangs and creating bonds with forces his family would never approve of.

as he stood straight, slightly shifted onto one leg he eyes the woman who looked as though she ran through the dirt based off of the dirt on her shoes. “i think you’re looking for the town. it’s that way.” he points in the direction she very clearly had just come from. “you’re in the wrong part of the country. i think you’d be better off turning around.”