otp: you're everything to me

Hunk: Hey, quick question? 

Lance: Shoot.

Hunk: Are we even sure that the mice are mice?

Lance: Well… I mean… when we got here they looked like mice so I guess we all just kind of assumed that they were mice? Which, when you think about it, is honestly kind of weird. ‘Cause the mice are 10,000 year old aliens dude… which kind of implies that mice are universal?? Like, Altea had them, and Earth has them. What are the odds of that? We’re a gazillion miles from home, but we still have mice. What could that mean? … Dude. Are the mice actually mice?

Hunk:

Hunk: Gonna be honest with you, I meant for this conversation to go a completely different way, but what you’re saying is really cool and now I’m interested in discussing this as a group.

Lance: Aw, thanks buddy! But what were you gonna say?

Hunk: I was gonna say that, are we sure the mice are actually mice? Because it feels like every time we tell them something, they……… rat us out!

Lance: 

Lance: You’re awful.

Hey! So I haven’t done this before, but I’m trying it out. I’ve seen some amazing stories on here. I wanted to add one of my own. My mom got me a book of writing prompts from Christmas. This one really stood out to me and the musical episode inspired this. Please let me know what you think!!!!

Characters: Barry Allen and Iris West (WestAllen)

Rated: IDK (mentions of sex but nothing explicit)

Words:1175

Prompt: You’re asked by the love of your life to define what love means to you.

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Barry and Iris lay in their bed, curled together. They’d been celebrating their re-engagement. Both are covered in sweat, out of breath, and completely drained. It’s amazing. Iris lazily traces patterns on his chest as he strokes her hair. A lot’s happened in the past 3 years. She’d told him that before he sang to her. Man does she love that song. As they lay in their bed, she feels his chest vibrating as he hums.

How is it they got here? This question rings through her head. Four years ago, Barry had been her best friend and only that. The only guy, aside from her dad, that she could trust completely and without fear. The same goofy, awkward little boy who had only gotten bigger. Then he was struck by lightning. God, watching his heart stop over and over again. Iris nuzzles closer to Barry. She’d cried herself to sleep almost every night those 9 months. Eddie had helped and some part of her would always love him, but Barry meant so much to her then, even if she hadn’t realized it. After he’d woken up, he was different. Suddenly he had the courage to tell her how he felt…

“What are you thinking about?” Barry’s question breaks the comfortable silence. His voice is low and raspy, sending chills down her spine.

“Stuff,” She looks up at him with a small smile.

“What kind of stuff?”

“The first time you said you loved me,” She tells him,” When you told me about your crush.”

“Yeah?” She feels his fingers gently press into the middle of her back. Barry takes in the sight of her. Dark hair tousled from his hands running through it, lips swollen from his own, deep brown eyes meeting his own. How did he get so lucky?” What about it?”

“Do you remember what you told me?” She raises up onto her elbows so she can properly look at him. Damp curls fall into her eyes, but she makes no move to brush them away.

“That I’ve loved you since before I knew what it meant,” he answers, sitting up just a bit.

“What does it mean to you?”

“Huh?”

“If you’ve loved me since before you knew what the word meant, what does it mean to you?”

“You want me to define love?” He clarifies with a soft smile. She nods. Barry thinks for a moment before speaking,” I think it doesn’t mean something so much as it is something. When I think about love, I remember the year we went trick or treating as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. You called me Barry Potter for two weeks afterwards.”

Iris laughs at the memory, at the silliness of their childhood. She remembers it well since it was the last Halloween before his mother was killed. Barry continues,” I remember you coming down the stairs the night my mom died. When Joe asked why you were still up-”

“I said I was waiting for him to bring you home,” She remembers. She remembers being scared and confused, but still there for him.

“When I think about love, I remember the nights you and I stayed up late talking about anything and everything. How I felt like I could tell you what was bothering me and you would believe me,” He brushes a stray curl from her face, letting his fingers lightly caress her cheek,” I remember the night of the particle accelerator. How close I got to telling you how I felt that night. I remember a moment, just before the lightning hit me, when I was worried about you. If you were ok.”

Iris doesn’t remember a lot about that night after the accelerator exploded. Just crying and screaming and Barry’s body on a table. His hand lingers on her face, ghosting over her skin. She turns pressing soft kisses to the fingertips. She meets his eyes again,” Is that all?”

“Not even close. Love reminds me of when I woke up and my first thought was of you. When I walked into Jitters and you jumping into my arms. I remember saving you that first time. I remember being the Flash and wanting to tell you so badly it hurt. The nights on Jitter’s roof-”

“You flirted with me an awful lot on that rooftop,” She teases.

“You weren’t exactly telling me to stop,” He laughs. Iris loves his laugh. It’s warm and bright and sounds like home.

“So love reminds you of me?” She asks.

“Kind of. It reminds me of times when I didn’t feel… alone. When someone’s there and they make you feel visible and safe and alive. You just happen to do that the most in my life. I like it when it feels like it’s the two of us against the world,” He makes a funny face,” Does that sound weird?”

“No,” Iris smiles,” I think it’s romantic.”

She kisses him. His mouth is soft and warm and familiar. She feels his hand hold the back of her neck, keeping her right where he wanted her. How did she go so long without kissing Barry Allen? When she finally pulls away, she smiles sweetly at him,” I love you, Barry Allen.”

“I love you, Iris West,” He kisses her again, just a small peck on her lips,” Your turn.”

“My turn for what?” Barry raises an eyebrow at her.

“You know I can’t be the only one who says romantic things in this relationship,” He teases. She laughs which ultimately makes him laugh.

“Why not? You drop wedding vows on a weekly basis,” Before she can blink, Barry has her on her back. He smiles down at her, those beautiful green eyes looking at her like she’s the only woman in the multiverse.

“I’m serious. What does love mean to you?”

Iris wraps her arms around his neck,” Love is the feeling I get when everyone I care about comes home safe. It’s the feeling I get when we’re all together and laughing. It’s the feeling I get when my dad teases us or reminds us that one day we’ll have kids and karma’s a bitch. It’s the feeling I get when Wally is telling me about your latest race and how close he is to beating you. It’s the feeling I get when you, Cisco, and Caitlin are arguing about something nerdy and I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s the feeling I get when you tell me you’re going to save me and I believe you,” She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck,” It’s the feeling I get just before you kiss me. When you look at me like I’m a miracle from heaven. That’s what love is to me.”

“I think my version is more romantic,” He tells her with a wink. He kisses her again to muffle her laughter. No matter how anyone defines it, what they share is pure and real.

It’s something neither of them will ever give up on.

Ok but how come no one is acknowledging the way Barry is looking at Iris in the scene? He’s literally staring at her like she’s the only woman in the world. There could be an earthquake going on and Barry would still be so captivated by her face. He’s so in love with her omg, i’m wheezing so hard 😭😭. Get you somebody that looks at you the way Barry looks at Iris.

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And I can’t help but wondering if…

      Maybe we were meant to be together.