I don’t know if I or anyone else has asked this before BUT what are your Barry Allen headcanons?
Thank you very much for asking! :-D
Ok so someone did— and I apologize to that person because it’s still sitting in my ask box because I couldn’t get my brain to work at the time💀 update: I just checked and that person was you, I apologize
Generally, I don’t have many. Headcanons don’t come naturally to me. Sometimes I’ll be writing and be like “oh. Well that makes complete sense!” And now that’s apart of the story, but it could completely disappear in the next one.
First thing first— he is a bisexual disaster and I think we all agree on this. Mentioned or not, that is and will continue to be canon in every single one of my fics
Mentioned this a couple times but I really think he has some therapy related trauma from when his mom died. Joe sent him (probably against his wishes) and the therapist wouldn’t believe him about Henry just like everybody else, probably tried to gaslight him into believing it as well. And that of course means he refuses to seek therapy in hus adult like even though he DESPERATELY needs it— good gods PLEASE as you can probably see, this one isn’t that fleshed out lol
Thought about this one a lot and I really think he’s still scared of the dark and sleeps with a light/nightlight. Maybe it’s because of Nora dying literally the night he was comfortable with the light being off (I wanna say that was a flashback from 1x10 ‘The Man in the Yellow Suit’) cause everytime I watch that scene my brain just goes ‘oh yeah that’s childhood trauma unlocked right there’. Could’ve easily created a negative association but I might be overthinking that one. However it does kind of lead to my next one
Like our friend Oliver Queen— Barry 1000% has PTSD. He’s displayed multiple symptoms of it throughout the course of the show, most notably in seasons 1 and 2 imo but it’s been a while since the later seasons for me. Just to reaffirm this, I looked it up and he has SO MANY of the symptoms therapy. now. Definitely from the night his mom died and probably some Zoom related trauma (the nightmares, flashbacks in 2x07, his obsession with stopping Zoom etc.) Yeah I’m not a doctor but it doesn’t take a degree to know he has PTSD that rhymed
Andddddd the brainrot has officially spun out. It’s a miracle I got this far.
Mother’s Day has me thinking about Barry celebrating his wife’s first Mother’s Day!! Could you do some headcanons ab it :))) please & thank you!!!
A/N: Sorry this was a little after Mother’s Day. I had another request before this one. Thanks for the request 😊
To celebrate your first Mother’s Day, Barry treats you to brunch at your favorite restaurant. It’s the first time you two have taken your baby son out to eat. He ends up with more food on his face than in his mouth
Your son’s face is all messy but he looks adorable. You and Barry take a lot of pictures of him in his high chair
Barry gives you two Mother’s Day cards: one from him and one from the baby. Each card contains a gift certificate for a massage and facial at your favorite spa
Barry tells you that you spend so much time taking care of the baby, he wants to make sure you have time to take care of yourself. You love your gifts and you’re really touched by his gesture
After brunch, you and Barry take your son to the park. It’s a beautiful day and you want to spend it with your family. While on the walk, your son falls asleep in his stroller
At home, Barry gets up every time the baby cries. He wants you to relax and take the day off. You’ve earned it!
After your son falls asleep for the night, you and your husband share a bottle of wine together. Barry does a little toast for you
“To my amazing wife, you are an incredible mom. I love you so much, y/n.”
It’s a perfect day and the best first Mother’s Day anyone could ask for. You’re looking forward to more Mother’s Days in the future
Barry Berkman having a crush on you would include...
Thank you sweet anon who requested this!! <3 Also everyone should go check out @fangirl-imagines, they’re a really incredible person and write some amazing Barry stuff! <3
You two would meet during one of the Mr Cousineau’s theatre classes. It would be Barry third or fourth lesson, and your first one (you had seen it advertised and decided to try it for a bit of fun). He would be up on the stage, already nervous beyond belief as Gene tries to guide him through an improvisation scene, his blue shirt crinkled and trousers slightly scrunched from where his hands had been digging and fumbling into them. But when he spots you in the third row of the auditorium, leaning back against the velvet seat with the most glowing, hesitant smile on your face as you watch Barry struggle, Gene would tell him to get off the stage because all the words would just leave his mouth, and he would stand there like a blubbering fish, his mouth opening and closing.
He couldn’t remember a time, even in the marines, when he had felt his heart pound this much. Stepping down, too scared to meet your gaze as he takes a seat near the fire exit in the first row, his hands would be clammy as he rubbed them together, his back bent down as he tried to cross his arms and act normally, but he couldn’t control how dilated his pupils were or how much it hurt to take in a shaking breathe. Whenever Sally talked to him for the rest of the lesson, trying to get him into character, he usually babbled, not being able to form long sentences.
It took him weeks to finally form the courage to even come near you, despite Fuches’ warnings not to, and when he did he acted like a nervous schoolboy, his hands crossed in front of his chest as his eyes flickered between looking just behind your head to the tips of your feet. However, when you smiled shyly at him, trying to make him relax, his cheeks turned beetroot red as he scratched behind his ear, finally being able to meet your gaze.
When he finally asks you out, he would try to put his new acting skills into work and act very confidently, and very slick, as if the words were just tumbling off his tongue, but in reality he had spent a few nervous hours staying up last night, practising what he was going to say in his bedroom mirror.
Constant dates. Once the two of you start going out, he would find it difficult not to find a way to constantly be with you. It would get him away from Fuches, and give him a release from the constant tension and nightmares he had been having. He relished in this intimacy he wasn’t particularly used to, so he would constantly drag the two of you away (when Gene invited the two of you, of course) out into the sparkling water of his lake house that twinkles in his eyes like broken glass just to wrap his arms around your waist. A smile would grace his lips as he just watches your every movement, gently placing his forehead against yours as the two of you just bob in the waves, your bodies melting together.
He never tires of talking to you, always being hung up on your every word and memorising every tic as you spoke, every unique thing you did.
He would also always be constantly looming over you, to the point that you’ve sometimes yelped and shoved him over and onto the floor with a dull thud and ‘ow, what the heck?’, because he’s constantly sneaking up and standing next to you with no warning, whether it’s because he has this constant fear and need to protect you from his life, or whether he just finds comfort in your presence. He just feels that with you, he can finally begin his new life.
hi! not sure if requests are open but do you mind writing a hc on Barry with a super-sweet-and-kind-angel-that-will-verbally-destroy-u-if-you-cross-the-line petite (5’1-5’3) female s/o? love uuuuuu 💕💕💕💕🌻🌻🌻
A/N: Thanks for this request! It was fun to write 😊
You first meet Barry in acting class. You don’t know what but something about him takes you
He’s very quiet, so you decide to break the ice and introduce yourself
“Hi! I’m y/n.”
“Hey. I’, uh, Barry.”
“God, you’re tall.”
You and Barry become fast friends. You like talking to Barry, you think he’s a great listener
Barry loves your energy and that you are unapologetically yourself. He’s a little in awe of your confidence. He develops a crush on you as you become closer friends
You and Barry often do scenes together. You like working with Barry, you think he’s a very giving actor
Barry enjoys practicing because it means he gets to spend more time with you. The two of you often rehearse at your place
During one of these rehearsals, you grab your foot ladder to grab a prop from the top shelf of your closet
“Hey, I got it.”
Barry easily reaches over you and grabs the prop you need
“Oh wow”
You’re genuinely impressed. As a short person sometimes you forget that not everybody needs foot ladders
You remain on your foot ladder, the two of you stand dangerously close
“Thanks Barry.”
“Any ti-”
You pull him into a kiss and he immediately kisses you back
It’s a done deal after that and you two start dating
Because of the big height difference, Barry lifts you off your feet when the two of you kiss
“If you drop me, Berkman, I’ll totally kick your ass.”
You pretend to be annoyed, but you actually like when he does it. He literally sweeps you off your feet
When you two are snuggling, Barry is usually the big spoon and you’re the little spoon. He loves holding you, it makes him feel calm - like home
You become the big spoon whenever Barry wakes up from a nightmare and he’s anxious
“I’ve got you, babe.”
You nuzzle your head into Barry’s back and you can feel his entire body relax in your arms
You have no idea what Barry really does for a living
He never wants you to find out. He’s very protective of you and doesn’t want you to get involved or hurt
One day while walking back to your car, you notice some scary looking dude following you. You look back and see him pull out out a switchblade
The man comes at you and you immediately pepper spray him in the face. As your almost-attacker screams in pain, you run to your car and get out of there
You’re HYPED when you tell Barry what happened
“And then he dropped the knife and fell to his knees. I was able to defend myself! I feel so empowered. Aren’t you proud of me, babe?”
“I’m always proud of you, y/n.”
Barry smiles, putting on a calm face for you. He’s just glad you’re okay
He pulls you into a big hug. As you nuzzle into his chest, your boyfriend’s eyes widen. He’s fucking furious and terrified that someone went after you in the first place
Barry Berkman Dating a Male!Reader Would Include...
Request: i love your writing holy heck like ?? i was wondering if you could do barry berkman x male!reader?
Thank you so much darling!! It’s been sooo long since I wrote for Barry which is honestly insane <3
Also thank you to the anon who reminded me that Barry lives in California, for the sake of this imagine he’s on holiday for the first bit XD
Barry would first fall in love with you sitting in his local cafe near the corner from his house. It was a cold winter’s morning, and he had wrapped himself up warm to come sit in his favourite fraying red chair in the corner, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands as the dim lights bathe the bustling downstairs seating area in a warm, homely glow.
His eyes are wide as he takes a second to look away at the script Gene asked him to memorise for next week’s acting lesson to gaze happily at the snow falling outside, revelling in the first moment of peace he’s had in the last few months.
Barry still swears to this day that it was love at first sight when he heard the little bell of the cafe tingling shut like the twinkle of little fairy wings as you step into the warmth, your frame hunched over slightly as you brush the stray snowflakes from the tips of your hair and off your jaw. His eyes widen as his jaw begins to go slack as he sees you, a blush rising on his cheeks and he looks at you, his coffee slipping onto his fingertips in hot burning droplets, onto his trousers and onto the script, but he doesn’t notice.
All he notices is you.
When he greets you for your first date, he arrives at your place with his head spinning and his heart hammering in his chest. He holds a bouquet of brimming violets and deep red roses in his shaking fist, nearly crushing the flowers against his chest when you open the door and he steps forward to hug you.
He’ll always be focused on you, because asking you questions a mile a minute with a tight grip on your hand makes you seem as if you’re actually real, and allows him to be distracted away from his life if even for just a minute.
You’ll have to accept that he drags you by the hand wherever the two of you go out for dinner. He moves too fast, forcing you to keep up with him as he pulls you along and into the restaurant.
When he wants to kiss, he suddenly gets cold feet and can’t initiate it. What if you aren’t that interested? What if you secretly hate him? What if you know who he actually is?
Instead, he’ll hold you just a bit closer, placing his head on your shoulders and staring up into your eyes. He’s hoping the closeness between you will give you the right idea.
If you decide to give into him, he’ll latch onto your lips like a lifeline, delicately placing a hand on your face to hold you close. There’s the slightest hum of satisfaction as he moves his lips against yours and a long groan that escapes his mouth if you place your hand flat against his chest.
