Grant Gustin Imagines

Coming Out (Barry Allen)

*A Barry x Reader where he and you (his wife) has a teenage son and he loves him a lot and the son is really well-behaved & big nerd like his daddy but he starts acting strange & the reader finds out that he's scared to tell his dad that he has a boyfriend, who happens to be Captain Cold's son and you convince him to tell Barry - who knew his son was gay the whole time*

"Come on, sweetie. You need to tell your father. This is a big thing." you whisper, rubbing your son's shoulder comfortingly. He inhales deeply, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before letting you lead him into Barry's study. "I'm right here, Tyler." you remind him softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. "Babe?"

Barry whips his head around, marker halfway to the whiteboard. A grin appears on his face, stretching his brown scruff on his upper lip. "Hey honey, hey bud! What's up?" he questions, capping the dry erase marker before spinning. His socked feet pad on the floor and he repositions himself in front of his desk, leaning back. "What's up? Kinda freakin' me out with the silence." he repeats, crossing his arms over his magenta sweater, eyes darting between the two of you.

You nudge Tyler, nodding your head at you husband; light blue sleep shirt dropping off your shoulder. "Dad, I have something to tell you." he tenses, raising his arms to wrap around his waist protectively. Barry frowns, green eyes flooding with worry as he straightens his upper body, fingers clutching his bicep. "I'm gay." Tyler confesses, cringing, dark brown hair covering his blue orbs.

There's a shine in the speedster's mossy green eyes that you know all too well. "Barry..." you warn, tilting your head forward. Tyler gulps, playing with his black oversized hoodie, watching his dad in anticipation.

"Hi gay, I'm da- okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ow!" he quickly saves himself as you whack his upper chest. Tyler snorts at the scene, readjusting his glasses. Watching The Flash get beat up by your mum? Priceless. Barry huffs, nose twitching slightly. "Geez, I try to crack a joke..." he trails off, pushing himself off the desk and walking towards his son. "Ty..." he puts his hands on his son's shoulders, bending down. "I've known. I'm your dad, I know things, contrary to common belief... Plus, I saw you with Michal a few months ago. I didn't say anything because I wanted you to be ready."

Tyler smiles, "So, you aren't mad?"

Barry shakes his head, flashing a grin. "Never. I'm so happy you came out to me." he mumbles, hugging his son, "Does his dad know too?" Tyler nods. "Good, explaining that to Snart...would be interesting." he huffs as he lets go.

"Thanks, dad, mum! I love you!" Tyler exclaims, brushing his bangs from his eyes. "I'm gonna go text Mike!" he beams, heading towards the staircase.

"Wait, TY!" Barry calls, making his son stop, peering back. "While you're upstairs, tell Joey to come down here. He's in big trouble with daddy." Tyler nods, climbing up the stairs and yelling for his younger brother. You raise an eyebrow at your husband, who rubs the bridge of his nose. "He flushed my contacts," he makes the up and down motion with his finger, "Down the toilet. So I have none for tomorrow." he sighs.

Joey hops down the stairs in his kangaroo onesie, "Yeah, daddy?"

"Joey, what have we talked about touching daddy's things?" Barry scolds the four year old. This is gonna take a while...

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