Barry Allen x Reader

You groaned as your fingers massaged your temples, trying to soothe the pain radiating in your skull. You knew you had work today and you knew staying at the bar with your friends had been a bad idea but somehow they were able to persuade you to stay an extra hour than your originally planned, which led to you staying another hour after that and it felt like with every drink they forced upon you, you ended up staying another hour.

When you entered the Cortex you immediately regretted your decision to even get out of bed this morning. Cisco was playing some ACDC song and he had it louder than usual, at least it felt that way to you. You looked over and saw Dr. Wells examining the computer screen and realized the music wasn't that loud because he didn't seem bothered by it.

"Hey (y/n)," Cisco said as he took in your disheveled appearance. "Late night?" His lips curved into a smirk and you glared at him from behind your sunglasses.

"You could say that," you mumbled quietly as you set your bag on the counter and dug through it, desperately searching for aspirin.

Once you finally located the pill bottle that would probably save your life you ripped it open and took out two of the tablets, you popped them into your mouth and swallowed them without a second thought, but once again you regretted that decision. The act of throwing your head back gave you a massive head rush and set your hands on the desk in order to steady yourself. It didn't help when you felt a sudden gust of strong wind which almost sent you to the floor.

"Barry," you muttered, hopping you sounded at least a little angry. "Could you possibly not?"

Barry turned to examine you and he broke into a smile. "What happened to you?"

You lowered yourself into one of the vacant chairs and leaned back. "My friends and my lack of will power happened."

"Don't you have, and I quote, 'an alcohol tolerance that has never failed you'?" Dr. Wells asked, a small smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

You were surprised by his comment but didn't show it in fear of moving too much for your own personal liking. "I usually do. I don't know what my friend gave me."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you're doing better than Caitlin was," Barry commented.

"Whose doing better than me at what?" Caitlin asked as she appeared in the entrance to the Cortex.

"(y/n)'s taking her hangover better than you did," Cisco explained casually.

"In my defense, that was the first time I'd ever had that much to drink at one time. Besides (y/n), don't you have, and I quote 'an alcohol tolerance…"

"Yeah, yeah. An alcohol tolerance that has never failed me," I muttered, sending Dr. Well's a glare.

…

"Alright, I'm gonna head out, I'll see you all tomorrow," Barry said as he shrugged on his coat. There was a chorus of goodbye's from Dr. Wells, Caitlin and Cisco.

Barry sped to the elevator, eager to get home and taste the lasagna Iris was gratefully preparing for dinner. He stopped short when he saw you sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with you head hanging forward.

"(y/n)? (y/n)?" Barry called. He knelt down next to you and lifted your head gently. He pulled off the sunglasses that you had refused to take off the entire day and saw your eyes closed and picked up on the fact that you had fallen asleep.

He chuckled and picked you up before pressing the elevator call button. He stepped onto the elevator in a stride and glanced down at you as you slept peacefully in his arms. As soon as the elevator doors slid open Barry sped off towards your apartment, intent on dropping you off in bed before heading home himself.

When he was outside your door he cursed silently when he realized that the door was locked. Of course it was, what person didn't lock there door in a place like Central City? Barry looked down at you once again and decided it was time to wake you up, especially since he had no idea where you kept the key.

"(y/n), I need you to wake up, we're at your apartment," he said into your ear, hoping the closer proximity would help.

Finally you let out a yawn and your eyelids fluttered open. Your eyes widened when you came face to face with Barry and your realized how close your faces were. He smiled gratefully and set you down, keeping a firm grip on your arms until you got your balance.

"How long have I been out?" You asked as you rubbed a hand through you hair.

Barry shrugged. "Not sure really. You were asleep by the elevator when I found you, but I'm not sure how long you were there before I came along."

You groaned and fished around inside your purse, waiting for and finally feeling the cool metal of your key brush against your fingertips. You grabbed it before it managed to wiggle its way closer to the bottom of the endless black hole that was your purse and pulled it out and unlocking your door.

The door opened with a squeak and you cringed and made a mental note to get that fixed soon. You threw your bag on the ground next to the small table inside your apartment and rested your hand on the surface as you bent over to removed your heels. When you stood up straight you turned around and noticed Barry standing in your doorway, obviously confused about what to do next.

"Do you want to come in?" You asked, looking in your peripheral to gauge how messy your apartment currently was. You gave it a six out of ten.

The speedster shook his head and gave you an apologetic smile. "No thanks, Iris is making lasagna and I promised I'd be home before it gets cold."

You nodded, "Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you then."

Barry turned on his heel and made to not only leave but speed his way out, but before he was able to you quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist. He looked over his shoulder and raised an arched eyebrow at you.

"Sorry," you said, removing your fingers from his wrist. "I just wanted to thank you, you know, for bringing me home, and getting me out of there before Cisco could find me, he'd never let me live it down."

Barry chuckled and turned to face you fully. "It's no problem, Cisco's already got enough on you after today, no need to give him anymore ammunition."

You directed a gracious smile towards the speedster before stepping closer and raising yourself up on your toes a little. You pressed your lips lightly against Barry's cheek and lowered yourself down again, keeping you're smile on your face.

"Goodnight Barry," you mumbled quietly.

Barry's lips twisted into one of his signature crooked grins which made your own smile widen. "Goodnight (y/n)."

And with that he sped off, heading home to eat a meal cooked by the woman he loved but didn't love him back, or at least she didn't know she loved him back, but everyone else could tell. You sighed and reentered your apartment, closing the door behind you and leaning against. You closed your eyes and ran a finger lightly over your lips, smiling as your recalled the feeling of kissing Barry, even if it was just on the cheek.

This was the only time you were ever going to thank your alcohol tolerance for failing you, but you new you'd have to step up your game so it never happened again.

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