B.A x Reader #1
Prompt: “It’s not okay.”
You sighed softly as you poured the rest of your tea into your sink and made your way to the living room.
Barry was sitting on the couch, staring straight ahead with a blank expression. He hadn’t said anything for the past few days and he was barely eating. You were honestly surprised to see him out of your bedroom for once.
Barry didn’t react to your presence, even when you placed your hand on his chin and tilted his head to face yours.
When his eyes met yours his gaze was hazy and unfocused. His eyes were glossy, his cheeks were still tear stained, but his lips were no longer trembling like they had been when he had been crying. It broke your heart to see him so distraught.
“Barr…” Your thumb drew circles over his cheek. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
For the first time in a week Barry shook his head. “I’m fine,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I’m ok-” his voice cracked and suddenly tears were washing over his cheeks.
“Oh gods, Barr.” You held Barry’s face between both hands as you tugged him closer.
“It’s okay,” He whimpered, trying to shake his head out of your grip. He was beyond embarrassed. All he had been doing since returning from Flashpoint was mopping and crying. He felt like a nuisance to you and the only reason he felt like he needed to answer your question was because the sadness you felt over his emotional made him feel like downright shit.
You gripped Barry’s face sternly and shook your head, your eyes never leaving his. “It’s not okay. Barry, you’re not okay.”
You tugged him back down and you lied back against the armrest, pulling Barry on top or you. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face into your chest, sobbing. He gripped you shirt into his fists like a lifeline and nothing could stop the tears pouring down his face and into the dip of your chest.
His face felt hot and feverish and he was pretty sure there was even snot coming over his lip.
He didn’t care. He broke down.
You held him tightly, pressing your face into his hair as you sobbed with him. You heart broke at the anguished sobs racking his body and it killed you knowing you could not do anything to ease his pain.
You kissed his hair, his temple, his forehead, but nothing could get him to stop. Not for the first time, you wished you could carry some of Barry’s burdens.
Barry held onto you, afraid you may just slip away into thin air. He had lost so much, he didn’t want to lose you too.
Through his sobs and cries he began to scream. His teeth scraped against your collarbone lightly as he bawled, cursing and begging for the pain to stop.
You closed your eyes tightly. At that point you were ready to sell your soul for Barry’s pain to go away. But you had no idea how to do that and Barry desperately needed you so you simply held Barry as if he was your lifeline and wept together.
You wrapped and arm around his shoulders and pressed more kisses everywhere your lips could reach, tears rolling and dropping off your face like a waterfall. “I’ve got you, Barr. I’m not going anywhere. I love you, my beautiful boy.”