#thread: barry

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books & covers - vfk & barry

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@deviate-exe liked for an angry Barry starter

He just wants to take his range bag off and shower and go the fuck to bed. Never mind the fact that he hasn’t been sleeping is what’s making this conversation happen in the first place… Deep, dark bags under his eyes and sullen cheeks. He hasn’t been hungry much, lately, either. He’d had a problem with it overseas, too, but that was mainly a ration issue, even if Albert had kept trying to… Albert…

“I don’t want to talk about it. Now get out of my way,” Barry told them as they blocked his way down the hall. His voice was eerily cold, threateningly so, his eyebrows raised up in an unsettlingly knowing, casual sort of way.

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@canonfoddcr​ cont. from answer: 

Barry’s actions are unexpected to say the least, but the attention isn’t completely unwelcome. Maybe just not right at this second. But still, the Duke can roll with it- if his guest oversteps a boundary he can very easily just pick him up and move him. 

He exhales, blowing a cloud of cigar smoke right next to Barry’s head.

“Making yourself comfortable?” 

Maybe he’d drank too much mead, or there’d been something in his food at the inn he’d stayed at before crossing paths with the Duke again. Either way, Barry hiccups and then he smiles. His eyes darting over to watch the sultry-scented cigar smoke dissipate. 

“Very,” he murmurs, setting his large, square hands carefully against the Duke’s chest. “You seemed...comfy...” Another hiccup in the middle there. “S’at okay?” 

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85 & Barry | fed up - n.sfw

@dxspereaux

“just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” // from 85 to Barry!

Doing recon for a hit wasn’t very hot. Getting the hit done wasn’t hot. It didn’t turn Barry on like some bad guy on a TV show. He didn’t take any pleasure in it.

But he took immense pleasure in surveying the expensive hotel, in walking through extravagantly-lit corridors while trying to remember he’s not running drills, he doesn’t have to move so precisely or falling into parade rest with a suit on, with 85 walking next to him, in sync mostly since she was wearing high heels, but she dropped his arm with a very soft smile after a moment because they kept walking out of sync and she knew Barry found that sensation to be a bit nauseating…

And 85. Dressed like a movie star. He couldn’t believe it. Well—he could believe it, and he was trying to not drool. Or stare. Or touch her too long or have daydreams about their kids coloring in the living room while Barry figures out how to make cookies from scratch in the kitchen with the hologram-pad and—

Dinner over in a flash, recon, target is staying for three days, best to not cut the event in half with a hit, don’t make it look suspicious, make it look like an accident. They’re comfortable by now sharing a bed, even when Barry too fucking often wakes up in the morning with a—

She says that after opening the hotel room and shutting the door and he’s up against it, a nervous chuckle tittering from him with the force she used.

“Just kiss me, I can’t take this anymore.”

Barry’s hands move up to cradle her jaw instinctively, very eager to follow directions like always. He doesn’t even take off his suit jacket, even as he starts to sweat from the adrenaline, kissing 85 sweetly at first but quickly unable to hide his hunger after a minute, even rumbling from his chest with it.

His head is buzzing from the champagne and also the making out, panting very lightly as he realizes he’s moved them halfway into the room and 85’s shorter—she took her heels off. When did all that happen? 85 is kissing him again and Barry moans into her mouth, his eyes falling shut as his pulse beats and beats beneath his belt as he licks at her tongue with his own. He reaches down to undo his belt, hungry huge hands moving up to grip at 85’s waist again after.

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unwrapping - frank & barry - based on this (deviate-exe)

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Barry & Delilah ( escapesnight )

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@chilledtouch​ 

He hadn’t seen many whole abandoned castles. Ruins, sure, and standing walls and gutted stone cottages, but not...whole abandoned castles. The further he went into the chilly, ill-kept structure, though, the more confident he felt in that: this castle was abandoned. And, as it was pouring rain outside...a castle vastly outweighed the allure of some poor unsuspecting farmer’s stable for the night. 

So, Barry removed his weapons belt and his satchel and his cloak, his overcoat, and the outermost pieces of his mostly-leather armor, before collapsing face-first onto a mildew-laden bed that creaked beneath his tall frame. Sure it would hold well enough, Barry let his eyes fall closed... 

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@loyalandroid​​ ( from answer ) 

CC turned his head then to give the other his full attention. “Yes, sir. I’m completely aware and functional. I’m sorry if my silence gave the impression that I was shut off. Is there anything that you need from me?” 

Sir...? Barry supposed the androids were kept at a lower rank than most human soldiers--mainly for morale and no other reason. Still... Barry saw them all as on the same rung, so the sir made his brows draw together a moment in confusion. But he smoothed them out after a second. 

And...well, he didn’t need anything from the SQ800. His squadron had even started calling him Silent Barry because he hardly ever spoke outside of actual necessity. 

“No, I just wanted to make sure. Can’t have you...going to sleep in case there’s...” an ambush. Knock on wood. No wood around? Don’t say it, “a reason to look alive.”