Barry Allen Imagines

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The steel interior of S.T.A.R. Labs made echos from your fast pace, your feet skidding along the sleek metal to get to your destination. Lights were coming from panels of concrete and, for a moment, you wanted to put your fist through the grey walls. Julian Albert, your older brother of exactly three minutes had sent you the first text in ages, to send you a simple life update:
Hey (Y/N), the job in Central City is amazing, and I've made a few acquaintances. Speaking of which, they are helping me with a serious issue and I sadly have been too occupied to give you a call. Love you lots, don't worry, I might not die.
The earliest flight in for Central City was the next day, and without any precaution or forewarning, you dropped your job, packed bags, got your beloved passport, and took the ride.
As the light at the end of the hall became brighter and larger, you slowed down, gathering your thoughts. Turning the corner, you raised your finger and opened your mouth.
"Julian Albert, you cannot leave me for years and then drop the bomb on me saying you might not die. How can you possibly say that so casually? It actually shocks me that-"
Scanning the room, your eyes halted on the guy in a red spandex suit, who in fact looked quite dapper. His face was milk white and his eyes were peeled open, mouth agape and slowly taking a step back.
"Wrong room?"

The man in red picked up the phone on the large desk and, presumably, called Julian or someone for assistance. You took the time to walk around the lab, admiring vials of chemicals and the intricate technology. When he slammed the phone down on the desk, he ran his gloved hand down his face.
"So, Mister Red, wanna tell me what you're doing here?"
You turned on your heel and twirled your hair in your hand.
"I could say the same for you, Miss..."
"(Y/N). (Y/N) Albert. You might know my-"
The man held his hand up with a smug grin.
"Lemme take a guess. Wife, no. Best friend?"
You rolled your eyes and sauntered up to the desk, resting your hands on the edge.
"Twin. Would you have guessed that?"
The guy in red leaned over the desk, putting his chin in his hands.
"I can tell by the accent. Can I also ask if you're single?"
As you leaned in slightly closer, you heard multiple footsteps coming from the hallway. Heels clicking, the rubber from sneakers and a loud gasp erupted from the entrance.
"So, you didn't die after all. I guess the text was accurate all along."

After many hugs and long explanations, you finally learned the names of all the people in the room. HR, Cisco, Caitlin, Wally, Iris, and the infamous Flash, Barry Allen. You paced the room trying to run the story once again. Everyone sat in the chairs, Julian and Barry standing at the ends of the desk.
"... So, this Savitar dude 'possessed' you?"
"Not quite the word choice I would particularly prefer, but I suppose."
You stopped pacing and looked at Barry.
"Are you possessed? Because if you are, you can take me anyday."
You shot a wink at Barry and he gave you a smug grin, pushing himself off the desk. As he made his way to you, Julian threw himself between you two.
"Oh no. No no no. Not the kid I despise with my twin, who is pure and not going to get involved in this shitstorm. He is off limits. No googly eyes, no smirks or winks, or whatever repulsive act that's imaginable."
"Oh come on, Julian. You didn't see me complain about every girl you brought home every night! Remember the girls in Norway..."
Caitlin sat up from her chair, wipes her hands on her pencil skirt and gave an excuse for her departure. Julian held his hand out to stop her, and Cisco got up to talk to her. Wally, Iris and HR clearly were uncomfortable and decided to leave into the laboratory for 'forgotten, essential work'. Julian turned around and gave you a threatening glare.
"Don't try me, (Y/N). I'm serious."
"What ever do you mean, Julian? I was just asking."
You gave an innocent look and shrugged, glancing at Barry out of the corner of your eye. Julian let out a heavy sigh and shook his head, turning to run and speak to Caitlin. Barry took his place, his hands holding your hips.
"Wow, and I thought Julian could be harsh."
"I was seriously concerned, and he had no right."
Barry raised his eyebrow and let out a laugh.
"Does that mean I do?"
You leaned in slowly.
"I guess so, Flash. Speaking of which, show me how fast you really are."
He gave you a devilish grin and leaned in, closing the miniscule gap. Your lips molded together and his hands ran down your sides, giving goosebumps along your arms. Your hands were tussling his hair and he gripped you harder. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, and as you deepened the kiss, a gust of air ran through you two. Pulling away, you were pushed against the wall of the lab, near the exit. Letting out a laugh, Barry grabbed the collar to your shirt and leaned back in.
"What did I just say about not doing anything!"