#first time i wrote from barry's perspective hdkhshfjsfkhs

[littleoddwriter]

Hii could u do a Alex Jones fix where the reader and him are having a game night or something lol.The rest is up to you <3

Game Night | Alex Jones/Barry Milland & GenderNeutral!Reader (Platonic)

Hi there! Aw, yes! Thanks for the request, I really hope you like this story. :')

summary; Barry and you are having a game night, like every week.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Platonic Relationship; Friendship; Fluff; Game Night; Post-Canon (like, waaayyy after the movie).

Once every week or two, Barry would stay over at your place for the weekend, starting on Friday evening. Friday nights were game nights. And Barry always got to choose what games you played because he was the guest. That was a rule you had set up early on. It actually made him quite eager to be able to say what you would play. He always thought about it all week long.

This time, the two of you started with a classic game of Memory. You bought one that was all about cars because Barry was so interested in those. He was very excited about that. You cared so much about him. He knew that. Even when you didn’t say it, he still knew it because you showed it in all kinds of ways. This being one of them.

When he found another pair right away, you groaned in frustration. He couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face. He tried to hide it with the two cards in his hands. 

“Seriously, it’s not fair. You’ve got such a good memory!” you exclaimed, pouting. He didn’t know whether or not it was genuine. Sometimes you played these things up.

Shrugging, he put the cards on his pile. He didn’t know what to say. He had a good memory, he knew that. But it had nothing to do with fairness in a game all about it, right? And you weren’t bad at it either, just not as good as he was. 

Turning over two cards that didn’t match, you put them back with a heavy sigh. 

“I bet you’ll get those now, too,” you muttered.

Cautiously he looked at you. It was hard for him to decipher if he should stop and let you win or not. 

But then you smiled at him, which relaxed him significantly. 

“I’m kidding, Barry. It’s all good. Sorry,” you said, raising your hands in a placating manner, “The game just got to me.”

“It’s okay,” he responded before turning over two cards that matched, one of which was indeed the one you had just messed up. 

Elongating a groan, you crossed your arms and let yourself fall back into your chair with a loud thud.

“Let’s play something else, please,” you said, pouting once again. Now he knew that it wasn’t completely serious at least. So he allowed himself to smile.

“Jenga?” he asked, gathering all the cards on the kitchen table together and putting them back into the box. 

“Yep, I can do that at least,” you chuckled, getting up to get out your game of Jenga. “Come on. We should play that in the living room.”

Following you there, you both sat down on the carpet in the middle of the room. 

Then you carefully turned the box upside down and made sure the tower stayed in place when you lifted the carton off of it. 

“You start,” Barry said, looking at you expectantly. 

“How generous of you after you just ruined me completely.” You laughed, which assured him even more that you weren’t actually mad at him for that. And then you chose the first piece from the very top. That was a very safe choice. “I know, I’m boring. Don’t even say it. Your turn!”

Barry was more daring than you were and took one block from the middle, carefully pulling it out. The tower shook a little but didn’t fall, luckily. 

This went on for a little while, until eventually, it was his turn again and his risk-taking made the tower fall. It wasn’t very loud, though, thanks to the carpet. He understood why you had insisted on that now. He was so sensitive to loud noises after all. That was nice of you.

“Okay, do you wanna try again or play something else?” you asked, once you were done cheering over his failure. It made him smile. He knew it was all in good fun.

“Hmmm, could we play Go Fish?” he inquired after a few moments. He had thought of so many different games all week long, he could barely decide on something anymore.

“Sure thing! I might actually have a chance to beat you there,” you chuckled heartily, putting the blocks back into the box. “Do you wanna stay on the floor or rather the kitchen table again?” 

“The floor is fine,” Barry answered, nodding for emphasis.

Then you got up, put the box back where it was and pulled out a deck of cards. 

While you played Go Fish, both of you had even more fun than you already did all evening long. You were laughing a lot and he couldn’t help but let out a few soft chuckles himself. He didn’t remember when he might have laughed the last time, but he felt like it was when he was a child. That was a reason why those evenings were so important to him. They put you both at ease after a long week.

At last, Barry won the game.

“Honestly, I have no idea what I expected to happen,” you said, letting your full hand of cards fall to the floor.

Chuckling, Barry shrugged, “It’s just luck.”

“Yeah, looks like I’ve run out of that,” you sighed playfully and smiled at him, “Looks like luck is on your side, though. You deserve it, Barry. I hope you know that.”

Looking down at his lap, he didn’t know what to say. Did he really deserve it? Why did he get so lucky now after- He didn’t want to think about that. 

“Thanks,” he simply responded after a few more moments passed. 

“Well! I think those were enough games for tonight, huh? Maybe we should watch a movie now or whatever you have in mind that isn’t me losing another game,” you said, while you gathered the cards together. He nodded in agreement and helped you, trying to think of a movie to watch with you. After all, you always let him choose that, too.

In the end, he settled on Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It’s been one of his favourites ever since he was a child. 

On your couch, the two of you sat down shoulder to shoulder, watching the film in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. He really liked sharing these things and spending his weekends with you. 

The therapist he was seeing now said that it would help him make progress to spend more time with other people that weren’t his parents. By now, he agreed.