Rockabye Baby, Don't You Cry, Somebody's Got You [a future!Barry Allen imagine]
a/n: i should be working on my paper
It has been years since you last saw your ex. Who’s your ex, you wonder? Allen, Barry Allen.
It wasn’t a bad break up necessary; you knew he still held a candle for the beautiful reporter. You couldn’t blame him for loving someone. So you did what was best. You let go. Sure, it was extremely painful to see him happy with someone other than you, but you needed to do it. If not for him, then for you.
Except, nobody could stop Iris from dying. You knew you should have gone to her funeral, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to go. Instead, you left the city. Left all the pain, left all your old friends. But most importantly; you left him. You left Barry without saying goodbye.
Now, it’s 2024. Seven years after Iris’ death. You heard about Caitlin turning into Killer Frost, Wally being in the hospital. And Cisco…you had to see Cisco. He had no one, since he and Barry weren’t speaking. You think Julian moved away; you aren’t sure. God only knows about Joe, which is really depressing.
Somethings aren’t planned; like running into your ex. What are the chances? “I see you grew out your hair… it looks nice. Really suits you.” you mutter awkwardly, rocking on the heels of your sneakers.
A small half smile creeps on Barry’s lips, lifting one corner. “Thanks, Y/N, but I know that’s a lie.” Wow, his voice did get deeper. And, okay, yeah, it’s a lie. His long light brown strands of hair look extremely greasy. Like he hasn’t taken a shower in weeks. “Why are you here?” he asks quietly, clearing his throat; hands deep in his jacket pockets.
Deciding not to comment on his all black outfit, you nibble on your lower lip. Cisco can wait a few hours; he’s probably working. “Do you think we can talk? In private?” Then, in a flash, you’re at…Barry’s apartment. It’s musty and unkempt; take out boxes scattered across the floor and every flat surface.
Barry blushes a little and frowns, removing his black army-like jacket as he walks into the kitchen. You sneakily follow after him. “What do you…fuck, Y/N, I…” he shakes his head, waving his hair in front of his dull hazel eyes. “Please help me.” he whimpers, fluttering his thick, full eyelashes at you.
How can you back out on him now? You aren’t that harsh. “First, let’s get you in the shower, okay stud muffin?” you hum, allowing your nickname for him to slip out while you lead him to the bathroom.
With pink cheeks, the speedster strips off his black t-shirt, throwing it to the floor when the water turns on. Spinning around, your eyes widen at his pale abs, hands curling into fists in front of his pecs. “I missed you.” Barry admits in a soft tone, sniffling. You take a moment to realize the bright red rims around his eyes. “Please take one with me?” he asks innocently, peering at the shower.
“Okay.” you agree softly, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes before removing your shirt. This is totally not what you should be doing. He quickly drops his bottoms, waits for you to do the same, then helps you in the tub.
The warmth from him radiates against your back, much like all those years ago. “I missed you too, Barr.” You feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. A sigh escapes you and you shut your eyes. “Do you want me to stay?” you ask quietly, staring at the wall in front of you.
One simple question makes Barry’s heart race. “Yes.” he breathes, holding you tighter. “God yes.”