Barry Allen Reader Inserts

Unhappy Tummy

You hate your body. So. Stinking. Much. It all started when you were with Iris on a late night outing to the movies. You blame the Twizzlers. Iris even told you not to eat them all before the movie even started. But things happen when you haven't really eaten all day, such as illogical choices in a late dinner consumption of red colored sugar sticks.

    You groan as you roll over from your back to your left side contemplating on the pros and cons on getting a glass of water. Just as you were about to get out of bed you heard the front door open. Right, you forgot to lock it last night. You flop back on the bed and closed your eyes moaning slightly.  Without caring about the consequences you yelled out.

    "Whoever the heck you are, can you get me a glass of water? If you are a robber take what you want, I feel like I'm dying anyways. I think I have some cake in the fridge." You waved your hand in the direction of the kitchen, knowing full well that the intruder can't see you. You didn't even know if they could hear you. If they really wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't be able to stop them. Not like you would want to, your stomach was doing a pretty good job slowly killing you anyways. A quick ending would be lovely. But not literally of course.

    There was no answer back but you could hear shuffling and the sound of the fridge being opened and closed. You rubbed your face and let out a long breath. What were you thinking telling them about the cake? Now you want a piece. Your train of thought was cut off when the door to your room slowly creaked open. You freeze. First thing that comes to your mind is 'Dang it, I knew I should have gone to bed in my nicer pjs.' You figured you should just lay there sense there isn't much else you can do, pretend you dozed off, which wasn't very hard to do.

    "Knock, knock. You alive?" Your body instantly relaxed. Iris.

    You cleared your throat and propped yourself up on your hands behind you. You can't help but roll your eyes at your best friend. She always looks really cute and her hair done almost perfect every time you see her. No wonder Barry liked her. You smirk and rub your eyes. "Only just. Hey what are you doing back from work so early?" You cock your head to the side taking in the tall glass of water she is holding as well as the plate of cake and the TWO forks placed next to it. Beautiful or no, she is heaven sent.

    "I have come to see if my best friend is still in the land of the living. Besides it's almost five you goober. I didn't think seeing a late movie would land you close to death." She spoke as she made her way to the end of your bed and placed the plate and glass on your bedside table. With her hands now free she used one to tuck a hair behind her ear and with the other she attempted to straighten your bedspread. You laughed and swatted her hand away, knowing her efforts would be futile.

    "Oh stop, I'll only screw it up later. Did I really sleep all day? Man I didn't think I had it that bad." You scooted back so your back came flesh with your back board. You jumped a bit when it hit the wall with a loud THUNK. Iris laughed and gave you an endearing look. You glared and stuck your tongue out at her. "Hey it's not my fault I get spooked easily." Suddenly you widened your eyes and pointed a finger at her, staring her straight in the eyes. "And don't you DARE tell Barry, he will use that against me, and he already freaks me out with that speedy thing he does." Iris laughed again and slightly shook her head.

    "I won't, promise. But what doesn't make sense is why you told me, a supposed bugler, that I could take anything. You even offered your cake! Something is really wrong with you. How are you feeling over all?" She leaned forward and rested her hand on your forehead. Her eyes softened and she gave you a pouty face. You couldn't help but smile.

    "I just figured sense I was dying anyways there wasn't much else I could do then be hospitable to the next house guest that entered. Besides I want to leave here knowing at least someone will appreciate my baking." You winked and started laughing with Iris but that triggered a terrible coughing fit. After you calmed down and Iris got you your glass of water you both continued talking. But unbeknownst to the both of you, there was a figure standing outside your bedroom door.