The Flash Imagines

Voicemail

Summary: Barry finally defeats Zoom but loses too many people doing so, making him question himself and his sanity.

Warnings: Death, sad Barry and also some WestAllen (does that classify under the warning label? Bc it should, aka Iris pining over Barry).

"Hey!" Barry listened to your voicemail chirp and felt his heart break at only the sound of your voice. "I'm sorry I missed your call because I'm probably out doing something awesome right now,"

"With her boyfriend!" Could be very faintly heard in the background, a hushed shushing following it from you before you continued talking.

"But leave me a message and I'll be sure to call you back when I can. Thanks!"

Barry remembered the exact events of you recording that and, despite the anguish his heart felt, he couldn't help but reminisce on the good times.

"Since you're the idiot who broke my phone, forcing me to get a new one, it's your responsibility to help me come up with a new voicemail greeting." You sat down beside him cross legged on the couch while you fiddled with your new iPhone case—this one was life-proof which you hoped was synonymous with Barry-Allen-proof.

"What was wrong with your old one? Couldn't you just stick with that one?" He questioned as he mindlessly watched an episode of How I Met Your Mother. (He'd seen that episode in particular about a dozen times but the Slapsgiving ones would forever be his favorite and never ceases to crack him up).

"No!" You huffed, elbowing your boyfriend in the arm for more attention. "That was so boring and generic. I want something that fits me better."

Barry thought for a minute, deciding to mess around with you. "How about 'I'm too busy to answer your call because my amazingly perfect boyfriend Barry Allen is currently'—" He cut himself off when he received another much harsher blow to his side from your "pointy little elbow" (as he always claimed you had; especially when you accidentally elbow him at night and nearly break his ribs).

"I seriously hate you." You grumbled and you fumbled with your phone since Barry was going to be no help whatsoever you were left to your own devices.

"You didn't hate me last night, especially when I vibrated my fingers and—"

"Barry! I was recording!!" You shrieked as you simultaneously tried to erase the vulgar recording and cover his mouth.

"Oops." It was quite obvious that he wasn't at all sorry since it made your cheeks aflame in embarrassment of the intimate topic. You were worse than he was when a sexual expression or innuendo was mentioned because while he might joke around or glance awkwardly around the room, your cheeks always seemed to redden instantly and you couldn't hold eye contact with anyone really. And while you had gotten better since broaching the topic with Barry, you still felt shy to discuss anything remotely sexual when there was a chance anyone besides Barry could hear. And speaking about it in the West's living room was not the safest of places.

"I'll just come up with one on my own." You conceded before dialing up voicemail again and putting it on speakerphone.

Your mind scrambled through all the clever things to say before the beep went off. When it did, you weren't exactly ready but you gave it your best shot because you could always restart. "Hey," Your voice was shaky at the start but you decided to continue. "Thanks for calling me and I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call at this time--"

"She's too busy with her boyfriend for you!" Barry said, and since it was on speakerphone you were sure it caught his comment, casting a glare his way in response.