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The weight of the world was crashing on you. Deadlines are piling up, causing a well of anxiety to form, and today, it overflows. You quickly push through the door of your home, and let the tears pour. You feel your legs beginning to shake as you waddle your way to the couch, so you could finally collapse and take a break. Hard days come and go, and you had your care tools for them. Normally, you’d take a shower, make a mug of tea, eat something healthy, or just down some sugar. You have no energy for that. As much as you want to get up and get over this, your body is just too overcome with sadness to do so. You just had to let yourself give in.
As Flash gets closer and closer to his home, his ears pick up on the sounds of crying. He assumes it’s just another someone on the street. As he gets closer and closer to his home, he realizes the crying gets louder and louder. Instincts kick in and he starts to run, but not fast enough to rustle the trees or create a small wind burst. As soon as he reaches the door, he opens it up to see you curled up on the couch sobbing. He feels his heart rate quicken as if he’s flying across the battlefield. Nevertheless, he keeps his composure as he walks over to you. He sits down next to you, giving you about 3 inches of space.
“Flashy?” You barely whimper out, not picking your head up from your hands.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” You don’t respond, you just keep crying. Your silence scares him. He feels something in his heart twitch. A pull to help. This feeling was once foreign to him, but he knows what this is now. This is love. His love for you.
“Did you take a shower?” You barely muster up the energy to shake your head, still not picking it up.
“Well, would you like me to run you a bath?” He moves a tiny bit closer to you. You murmur out a “yes please.”
“Alright, love.” He gets up from the couch, and heads into your bathroom.
He turns the tap on in the bathtub to the highest heat. As it starts to run, he hovers over it for a second, making sure the water heats up to the right temperature. When he deems it suitable, he grabs the bottles of soap that he knows you like. As he watches the water rise in your bathtub large enough for two, he pours a generous helping of soap into the rising water. He dips his finger into the water once again to make sure the temperature is to what he thinks is your liking, and then stirs the water gently, making sure not to spill it over the rim. He then runs out of the room to get a few scented candles, and lights them for you.
He steps out of the bathroom, to let you know it’s ready. His heart drops a little bit when he sees you still crying. This causes that twitch to hit him again. He then quickly looked at you in more detail, or frankly, what you were wearing. You haven’t changed since you got home, and he knows how much you hate your work uniform. This told him that you had just been sitting there and crying since you got home from work. He quickly reasoned it out in his head, and then the realization hit him like a truck, you had been sitting there crying for almost a half hour straight. His eyes soften at your hunched-over form.
“(Y/N).” He calls to you. No reply. “Your bath is ready.” You manage to pick your head up, and smile at him with puffy eyes. Flash feels that twitch again, and walks over to the couch to scoop you into his arms, bridal style. You gasp as he takes you into his arms with a small smile. He sets you down on the sink counter, and turns around to leave.
“Flashy, will you-” You stop in the middle to let out a sniffle.
“Yes?”
“Join me?” You pick your head up smiling.
“If you would like me to.”
“Yay!” You shout weakly. You strip as quickly as your exhausted body would let you, and head straight for the bathtub. As you slowly slip in, you feel the warmth of the water, and the smells of the soap and candles wrap you in a warm blanket. The exact blanket of comfort you need after this awful day. You sigh out in pleasure as you take in the scent of the candles that your boyfriend remembered you loved. You feel the bubbles rub against your tired skin as you let out a sigh of pleasure.
The door creaks open, but you don’t flinch. You just open your eyes to look at him. He smiles back at you softly, but you stop him before he closes the door with a pout and grabby hands. He rolls his eyes, and closes the door behind him. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, until you feel the water tickle your once dry shoulders. You feel something slide against your legs, causing you to open your eyes. Your eyes are being graced with the image of your boyfriend’s scared, toned body and smirking face. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your head rest on his pecs.
“You know, the ponytail is a good look for you.” You don’t even pick your head up to say.
He chuckles. “Thank you. Are you feeling any better?”
“Much.” You giggle. You just lay there for a minute, enjoy one another’s company, until he feels a soft pressure on this lower neck.
“Thank you for doing this.”
“It was no problem at all.” He feels his lithe arms slide from the marble outside of the bathtub, and then over your soft skin, taking in each curve, until he reaches your hip, where he lets his hands rest. He watches you with soft eyes as your arms and shoulders release, your face returns back to its normal color. He holds you as your breathing and heart rate slow. He watches as your chest starts to rise and fall in a more even pattern, and your eyes shield themselves from the harsh daylight. He just holds you closer, presses a quick kiss to your forehead, and whispers a “goodnight”, just quiet enough so you wouldn’t hear it, knowing there was no one else in the world he wanted to spoil like you.