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The Fear of the Past

Yandere! Barry Allen x reader

Chapter 1

The bustling city of Central City woke up to another ordinary morning. Among the crowd, Barry Allen, the enigmatic speedster known as the Flash, made his way to the small café he frequented before work. His eyes scanned the room until they settled on a particular worker. She was [Y/N], a gentle soul who went about her daily tasks with grace, oblivious to the intense gaze fixed upon her.

Barry's eyes fixated on [Y/N] as she gracefully moved behind the counter, unaware of the hidden depths of his affection. Every day, he visited the café, fueled not only by the need for his favourite sandwich but by the burning desire to be near [Y/N]. The sweet scent of her presence, her delicate gestures, and the softness of her voice intoxicated him like a drug.

Today, Barry felt a surge of courage, his heart pounding with the intensity of his emotions. He couldn't bear the thought of letting [Y/N] slip away without knowing the depths of his love. He approached the counter with shaky steps, his voice barely a whisper.

"Good morning, [Y/N]," Barry stammered, his voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and longing. "I... um, wanted to tell you something. Something important."

[Y/N] glanced up from her task, the brightness of her smile dimming ever so slightly as she caught a glimpse of the intensity in Barry's gaze. A sense of unease fluttered in her chest, but she maintained her polite demeanour.

"Sure, Barry. What's on your mind?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the bustling café.

Barry took a deep breath, his words spilling out in a rush. "I've... I've been coming here for a long time, you know? And every time I see you, my heart races. You're so perfect, so beautiful. I can't help but be drawn to you, [Y/N]."

[Y/N]'s eyes widened, a flicker of concern crossing her face. She took a step back, instinctively creating a bit of distance between them. "Barry, I appreciate your kind words, but... I think you're misunderstanding our relationship. We're friends, right? Just acquaintances."

Barry's eyes darkened, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. "No, [Y/N], it's more than that. Can't you see? I've watched you from afar, admired you silently. But now, I can't hold it in any longer. I need you, [Y/N]. You have to be mine."

[Y/N]'s expression shifted from concern to genuine fear as she took another step back, her voice trembling. "Barry, you're scaring me..."

A twisted smile spread across Barry's face, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Oh, [Y/N], you'll learn to love me. I'll make sure of it. No one else can have you. We're meant to be together, forever."

[Y/N]'s heart raced with fear as she darted a glance towards the exit, contemplating her escape from this unsettling encounter. The look of distress on her face finally pierced through Barry's infatuated haze. He saw the fear in her eyes, the way her body tensed, and realized the gravity of his actions.

Barry's voice cracked as he desperately tried to regain his composure. "Wait, [Y/N], I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I let my emotions get the best of me. Please, forgive me."

[Y/N] hesitated, her hand resting on the door handle, ready to make her escape. She noticed the genuine remorse in Barry's eyes, the remorse of a man who had lost control and now regretted his actions. Her mind raced with a flood of memories. In that moment of panic, a vivid flashback of the first time she had encountered Barry at the café resurfaced, offering a glimpse into the innocent beginnings of their relationship.

In the flashback, [Y/N] stood behind the counter, preparing Barry's regular breakfast sandwich. He would enter the café with a slight awkwardness, a nervousness that hinted at vulnerability. Their initial encounters were filled with light-hearted conversations about their favorite movies, hobbies, and even occasional jokes that made [Y/N] laugh.

Barry, though slightly peculiar, had always displayed a sense of kindness and an endearing quirkiness that had drawn [Y/N] closer. They had slowly built a friendship over countless mornings, their shared moments creating an illusion of familiarity.

"I'm telling you, [Y/N], time travel is mind-boggling! Imagine being able to go back and change things, fix mistakes," Barry had said one morning, his eyes shining with excitement.

[Y/N] had giggled, finding his enthusiasm contagious. "Barry, that's like something out of a sci-fi movie! But it would be incredible to witness historical events firsthand."

Their conversations had always been lighthearted, tinged with Barry's idiosyncrasies. He was slightly awkward, yet endearing in his own way. And in those innocent moments, [Y/N] had seen no trace of the darkness that now consumed him.

As [Y/N] snapped back to reality, fear and confusion washed over her. [Y/N] mustered up the courage to face Barry, her eyes meeting his as she assessed his sincerity. She sensed his genuine remorse and recognized that his intentions might have been driven by misguided emotions rather than ill intent. Despite her initial fear, she found it in her heart to forgive him.

"It's... It's okay, Barry," she responded, her voice trembling slightly. "I forgive you. I just felt a bit... overwhelmed, that's all. Let's just move past this, alright?"

Barry's heart skipped a beat as [Y/N] forgave him. Deep down, he knew he had pushed the boundaries, intentionally letting his infatuation get the best of him. But he couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction at how easily [Y/N] forgave him. It was as if she was always ready to put others' needs before her own, including his.

The next day, [Y/N] couldn't shake off the fear that had taken root in her heart. She entered the café with caution, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Barry's presence. Every customer became a potential threat, and she was on high alert.

When the time neared for Barry's usual entrance, [Y/N] swiftly retreated to the backroom, leaving someone else to handle her job until he left. She couldn't risk encountering him again, not after the darkness that had consumed him.

As [Y/N] took refuge in the safety of the backroom, her pulse gradually slowed, and she dared to hope that perhaps Barry would finally let her be. Little did she know that his calm demeanor concealed a storm of rage and obsession brewing within him. Doubts began to creep into his mind. He realized that his emotional outburst had made him suspicious in [Y/N]'s eyes, potentially damaging his chances of winning her over. Panic surged through him as he frantically contemplated what to do next.

In a moment of desperation, an idea struck Barry. What if he could go back and change the events that had unfolded just moments ago? It had worked before when he tried to save his mother, so why not now? After all, how much could the timeline change when he was only going back a day or two?

With a surge of determination, Barry quickly retreated to the café's washroom. Within the confined space, he shed his suit in a flash of lightning, moving too quickly for anyone to notice. He sprinted with unparalleled speed, initiating the time-travel process.

As Barry reached the desired point in the past, he found himself facing his past self, the version of him who was about to reveal his emotions to [Y/N]. Without wasting a second, Barry explained the situation, emphasizing the need to maintain composure.

"Hey Barry... uh, hey me... or, um... hey, past Barry?... Me from the past?" he stumbled over his words, his explanation oozing with confusion and awkwardness. "You see, it's a total brain-bender. Don’t- DO NOT reveal your feelings just yet. I mean, it's like tampering with the space-time continuum, and trust me, it's bad. I totally messed up, and now I've, like, zoomed back to sort things out. Look- it's super complicated, but you gotta keep a lid on it."

The Barry from the past blinked, trying to decipher the jumble of words his future self had thrown at him. His brow furrowed with a mix of bewilderment and comprehension as he grasped the weight of the situation. Gratitude seeped into his voice as he said, "I... I get it. Thanks…?"

With their awkward conversation behind them, both Barrys shared a brief moment of nerdy camaraderie, united by the complexity of their predicament. They understood the need for careful manipulation of their own actions to ensure the desired outcome with [Y/N].

Returning to the present, Barry found himself standing in front of [Y/N] once again, who continued preparing his sandwich without a hint of fear in her eyes. It was a sign that his intervention had successfully changed the past, erasing the effects of his emotional outburst.

Relief washed over Barry as he observed [Y/N]'s calmness, reassured that he still had a chance to manipulate her emotions and gain her trust. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the satisfaction of his successful alteration.

With a composed smile, Barry approached [Y/N], his voice filled with false gratitude. "Thank you, [Y/N]," he said, masking his true intentions. "I really appreciate your understanding. It means a lot to me."

Deep down, he relished the power he held over her, knowing that he could continue his manipulative pursuit without consequences. Barry was determined to exploit [Y/N]'s forgiving nature, using it to establish a connection that extended far beyond friendship. Little did she know the twisted depths of his obsession concealed beneath his charming facade.

As [Y/N] turned to attend to the next customer, Barry's gaze followed her, his mind already plotting their next encounter. He couldn't wait to be by her side once again, basking in her forgiving nature and slowly tightening his grip around her fragile heart. His voice, when he spoke, held an eerie calmness, belying the storm of emotions swirling within him. "It seems she still needs time," he muttered to himself. "I must be patient, make her trust me again."

As Barry continued with his routine, his mind raced with thoughts of his recent actions. He chastised himself for being too hasty, for scaring [Y/N] with his intense emotions. He should have taken a more measured approach, slowly luring her into his web of obsession. But there was no turning back now. He had to devise a plan that would make her depend on him, erasing the memory of his unsettling behavior.

Days turned into weeks, and Barry meticulously carried out his plan, carefully orchestrating the staged attack on the café. His panic and self-doubt transformed into a cold determination. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to portray himself as [Y/N]'s savior, to establish a sense of reliance and gratitude.