This is my first ever song fic, so this'll be interesting.

Prompt from Fantasy Lover 4ever. Song: 'Take it Out On Me.' By Florida Georgia Line. (I don't own this either.)

So apparently I'm not allowed to have song lyrics written in this, which I think is the dumbest rule ever, because it's basically free advertising for artists, but my account has been threatened so I'm changing it because the creators of this website and many artists who probably don't read this are freaks. These lyrics will be posted in my profile until further notice. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Iris made her way to Barry's house. She needed her best friend. She didn't care that this conversation might be awkward considering his confession a few months earlier, she needed him, and he had been there for her through things like this before and it never seemed awkward then. Well, at least it hadn't seemed awkward to Iris though she had been rather oblivious to his feelings. Either way, she knew Barry would help her, that was just who he was. He wanted everyone else to be happy even it meant he was miserable. Iris needed to stop thinking, all she was accomplishing was making herself feel guilty, and that was not a feeling she needed right now.

What's he done this time?

Eddie had done many of the things that drove her crazy. She had lived solely with men for nearly all of her life, but she could not stand boys leaving the toilet seat up, leaving used dishes sitting on the counter, on the table, or in the bedroom and living room for the food to harden in them and make them difficult to clean, leaving dirty laundry everywhere, or expecting her to have dinner ready right when he got home. Eddie had done all these things just today, and when Iris had asked him to help her clean up their apartment, he had snapped at her.

"I work all day, Iris!" He had shouted at her. "Do something for yourself every now and again."

That shouting match had gone on for a while. Ever argument they had had since she moved in with them came to the surface, and to be perfectly honest there had been a lot. They had never argued before they were living together, but once she moved in it was like a ticking time bomb with a short fuse.

But she was used to all of that, it was his last statement, spoken under his breath as she walked into the kitchen, that pushed her out of their apartment and to Barry's door.

Did he break your heart?
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he really must've pissed you off

Iris knocked loudly on the door, but there was no response from inside. She knocked again a little louder and heard slow footsteps coming to the door. The door opened slightly mostly covering her friend's body.

"Iris?" Barry looked at her tear streaked face and opened the door the rest of the way to let her in.

Iris then realized why he had taken so long to get to the door and why he had only opened it part way. He was in his pajamas which consisted of boxers and only boxers. When did Barry get abs? Iris found herself staring for a few seconds.

"C'mon in." Iris stepped inside and immediately wrapped her arms around his waist and cried on his bare skin. He closed the door with one arm and wrapped both of his strong, warm arms around her shoulders shaking with sobs. Eventually her sobs quieted. "I'll be back in just a second. I'm going to put some clothes on. Ok?"

"Just stay with me. I've seen you like this before."

Barry looked slightly uncomfortable with that, but he walked Iris over to the couch. They sat down with Iris lying on top of Barry. She shivered slightly, and trying hard not to disturb her position, Barry reached for the blanket sitting on the chair next to the couch and gently laid it on top of them.

"So what's wrong?" Barry said after they had sat silently for a few minutes with him running his fingers through her beautiful, soft hair.

Iris took a shaky breathe before telling him all about the fight.

"That happens a lot doesn't it?" Barry asked looking at her expressionless face. She nodded. "Then what makes this time different?"

"He said something as I went into the kitchen."

"What did he say?" Barry gently prodded.

Iris sniffled. "He muttered it more than said it." Barry waited. "He told me 'good that's where girls like you belong.'" She erupted into sobs again.

Barry knew words would not help her, so he just held her close.

Take it out on me,
And put your lips on mine.

He pressed his lips gently against her forehead. She turned her head and smiled up at me.

Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.
Yeah, you can just come over, you ain't gotta call.
You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad, when you're 'bout to break, when you're mad as H**L
You can always take it out on me

"I wish I knew what to tell you but I don't."

"It's enough to know you're here." Iris whispered.

"Then just know I'm always here. I don't care when you need me."

"Speaking of, what time is it?" Iris asked sleepily, rapidly blinking.

Barry looked at his watch and sighed. "A little after 3 in the morning."

You can take it out on me baby.
If you ever wanna leave, maybe,

"What am I going to do Barry?" Iris mumbled into his chest.

"Whatever will make you happiest." He made her meet his eye. "But I don't think this is making you happy. For now you're going to sleep."

Barry scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. She was asleep before they even got here. He laid her down and went outside to the couch.

In the middle of the night, that's alright . . .
Girl, let me help to get back at him.

When she woke up the next morning she found Barry in the kitchen with two plates of pancakes.

"What am I going to do? I can't go back to him. Not after last night."

"So you don't go back." Barry said simply.

"I kind of want to punish him."

"I could beat him up again." Barry suggested with a joking smile. Too late he realized his mistake.

"Again?" Iris looked at him suspiciously.

"Yeah, um, about that."

"Spit it out Bear. When did you beat him up and why?"

"You were there, Iris. When the rage controlling metahuman affected me, and I attacked Eddie."

"What are you saying?"

"Iris, I'm the Flash."

Iris sat down at the table and was silent for several minutes.

And I don't know why you never say goodbye . . .
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And put your lips on mine.

Barry sat down across from her. "Are you mad at me?"

"A little." She leaned closer to him. "But, I'm mostly grateful for you being there for me even after how I treated you." Iris closed the remaining space between them. The kiss was gentle and meaningful. "But . . . I was joking about . . . beating him up. As funny as it would be it probably isn't a good idea."

Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.
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You can take, take, take it out on me.

Eventually they both had to get to work. Barry, as usual was already late, and he had to run Iris to her dad's house to grab some clothes she had left there. She refused to go to Eddie's apartment.

Barry arrived at the station to see Eddie approach Joe looking a little scared.

"Did Iris go to your place last night?" Eddie asked.

Joe looked at him with a mixture of anger and worry. "No, why?"

Eddie definitely looked scared. Joe was armed. "We had a fight last night, she stormed out, and she didn't come back."

"Are you telling me my baby girl is missing?" Barry was glad he was not on the receiving end of that.

Barry walked over to the two partners. "Iris is fine. She came to my apartment last night. I dropped her off at work before coming here."

Eddie bowed his head slightly. "How is she?"

"She's mad. Understandably." Barry narrowed his eyes at his best friend's ex-boyfriend.

"It just slipped out! I didn't mean it."

"It shouldn't have even been a thought Eddie." Barry scolded while Joe listened to the conversation with angry curiosity.

"How angry is she?" Eddie said with a wince.

"She asked me to stop by your apartment later today to pick up her things." Barry said without condolence.