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aspiringauthorintraining · 5 years

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Partners in Crime #4

"Have yourself, a merry little Christmas.."

Barry could hear the iconic Christmas song coming from inside the forensic lab, as he reached for the door. Walking inside he could see strings of fairy lights adorning the lab walls, and a section of the wall; where green Christmas lights were put up in the shape of a Christmas tree. There was rustling in the far back corner, behind the bookcase of chemicals.

"This would have been so much easier if he actually cleaned the lab like he said he would."

"Who are you talking to (Y/N)?" Barry chuckled, seeing her struggling to try putting up a box on the highest shelf.

"Aaahhhh!" She jumped at his voice, letting the box go. Barry grabbed it before it could hit the floor, and shatter whatever was in it. "Didn't you learn in school not to sneak up on people, while they're trying to put things on high shelves?" she questioned in annoyance.

"I don't think they teach you that in school."

He tried not to laugh at her attempt to put on a menacing face. She glared at him, before breaking into laughter as well.

"Well consider yourself taught then. Now go, and spread the knowledge my young cricket." He chuckled at her response, while putting up the box on the top shelf, with little effort.

"What are you up to lady?"

"Well, since you're a liar, I took it upon myself to clean your lab."

"Hey, it's our lab now."

"Oh, sorry. I meant YOUR MESS," she enunciated the last two words, poking his chest for emphasis.

Barry took a moment to look around the room to find it a lot cleaner than he had ever seen, since moving into the office. The scattered pile of papers that had been on the floor for four months, were now filed in their respective folders and placed neatly on his desk. The multiple dirty beakers that were left in the sink were now on the drying rack, spotless. The empty boxes of donuts were thrown away in the trash, and the table that previously housed said donuts, was cleaned and free of any debris. He could go on forever playing the game, 'Spot the Difference'.

"I'm sorry..." He rubbed his neck, embarrassed.

"Yes Barry, I know you're sorry. I think the whole police station calls you "Sorry" instead of "Barry" now," she teased. "Anyways, it's not a big deal. The mess didn't bother me too much."

He raised his eyebrows at her lie.

"Okay fine, it was bothering me a little. But cleaning is very therapeutic for me, so it really wasn't a big deal."

"Still, it was my mess. You should have let me clean it."

(Y/N) threw him an amused look. "You and I both know you would have never cleaned. And besides, I wanted to decorate the place with a little Christmas cheer, so I volunteered to clean it."

"Let me make it up to you, though. I feel bad for making you clean my mess." He knew that he wouldn't have cleaned it either way, and was thankful she ended up cleaning his mess.

"I told you, don't worry about it." (Y/N) tried assuring him, but he continued pleading.

"Please!" he begged her.

"Fine! I have one way you can make it up to me."

"Yes!" He felt victorious, winning the "argument". "What is it?"

"Well, a little birdie told me that you have the voice of an angel." She enjoyed watching his face turn red from embarrassment.

"W-what? Who told you that?" His voice became high and he could feel the burning of his cheeks.

"Caitlin and Iris." she was trying to refrain from laughing, not wanting to upset him. She didn't think his face could become any more red, but was proven wrong. He reminded her of one of the round shiny red ornaments. "I want you sing for me."

(Y/N)'s face brightened at a new idea that popped in her head. "Actually, better yet, I want you to go caroling in your neighborhood for me. Why should I be the only one to enjoy your beautiful voice?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Wow." She feigned a disappointed face, using her dramatic acting skills she learned from years of watching Korean dramas and Spanish soap operas. "I thought Barry Allen was a man of his word. I guess not."

"I am-"

"Nope, I don't want to hear it. I have lost my faith in men. What's the point, when they are all going to lie to you? Barry Allen, you are to blame if I end up shunning men for life and become a nun."

Barry sighed, knowing that her dramatic acting would not stop until he gave in.

"Fine." he muttered.

"Uh, what's that? I can't hear you. Did you just say another lie?" she teased, cupping her hand to her ear.

"Fine." he muttered, more loudly this time.

(Y/N) broke into her widest smile at the response. She danced a little victory dance, while making a mental note of the songs she was going to make him sing.

"What's got you jumping up and down?" Joe walking into the room, watching (Y/N) with amusement.

"Joe! You came in just the right time! Barry, here, has agreed to go Christmas caroling around the whole neighborhood!" She couldn't help but laugh, picturing Barry caroling by himself.

"Really?" Joe was surprised, shocked even, at the news. "You know I tried to get this kid to sing whenever we went to the karaoke bar? He threatened to quit his job."

Barry buried his face in his hands, attempting to block them out.

"Never underestimate a woman and her power of persuasion."

When their laughing died down, Barry took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Joe, did you need something?" He said a little grumpily.

"Actually, I just came up here to ask (Y/N) if she wanted to join us for our Christmas get-together."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up, like the Christmas lights in the room.

"Really? I would love to!" Her expression turned worrisome for a moment. "Actually, I was planning to spend Christmas with Caitlin and Cisco. And Dr. Wells, whether he likes it or not."

"Barry was planning to invite them anyway. The more the merrier," the detective offered.

"That's settled then! I'll bring some of my brownies." she started planning in her head.

"That's not necessary, you don't need to bring anything-"

Barry interrupted Joe's sentence. "Joe, let her bring her brownies. Caitlin told me stories about them; they're the best you'll ever taste. Even Dr. Wells agreed." He was a little curious how good they were to have won over Dr. Wells.

(Y/N) patted her friend on the back. "You flatter me, my good man."

"Well, if you don't mind (Y/N)."

"Consider it done! It's really not a problem making them!" (Y/N) beamed at Joe, remembering to thank him for the invitation. "Thank you for inviting me!"

"Well, then I will see you both tomorrow night then!" Joe waved at the two, then left to take care of other matters.

"Iris is going to be there." Barry brought up, watching the detective leave.

"Cool?" (Y/N) responded, unsure why he was telling her this piece of information.

"You promised to help me with Iris?" Barry jogged her memory to a before, when she promised him to help with his love life.

"Right, listen Barry-"

"Oh no you don't. If I have to keep my promises, you have to keep yours."

"But-"

"If you back out, I won't have to carol around the neighborhood. You know what? Don't help me. Then I don't have to carol anymore." Barry grinned at the dilemma (Y/N) faced.

"Ugh, fine. I'll help you, she begrudgingly agreed. "But like I said, whatever happens, you better not blame me, mister."

"Sure, whatever." he agreed.

"Oh, and Barry?"

"What?" His mind was now occupied on how to rope her into going caroling with him.

"I'll make sure to make buy some figgy pudding for you." she teased.

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embracesadness · 7 years

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Bluepulse Week 2017 - Day 5: Rumours

(Late post for rumours! Have half of today’s written up and I’ll try to post it for today! Okay, enjoy!)

Bart Allen. Vital signs show that your heart rate has increased tenfold since arriving within the Velocity's vicinity. Suggested course of action: Eliminate him.

"Khaji, for the millionth time, we aren't eliminating anybody. Honestly. You suggested vaporising grandma Iris today just because she didn't fry the pancakes to look like little seals!"

The Iris shows no concern or regard for the Bart Allen's need for seal shaped, battered nutritional contents.

"No comment." Bart sighed, walking up to Jaime's front door and ringing the bell. There was a beat of silence from the alien-thank God-and also within Bart's mind. He had to admit, he was nervous coming here. He was always nervous coming here, though.

Mostly because Jaime was here.

Not that he had a...crush on Jaime or anything. That would be stupid. And dumb. And it wasn't like the older boy could ever like him back.

This scarab's highest functioning and priority depends on reasoning and logical problem solving skills. The Bart Allen's insistence on completing this task is inane.

"Are you upset that I'm doing your job for you in doubting every single one of my decisions made in life?" Bart snickered to himself, then looked around to see if anybody had bore witness to his absolute insanity.

Kill the Jaime Reyes.

Bart sighed in defeat. Then again, he should have expected this from the alien on his back. He was pretty much used to the weird looks and raised eyebrows his ramblings received. And having Khaji Da as a partner-for-life was just normal to him now, even if it was a constant reminder of what Bart had gone through in his life up until that point.

It was sort of funny the way things worked out sometimes. Bart remembered how much he despised the Blue Beetle and his cold, harsh demeanor. How much he hated being a slave to a regime that treated humans like corpses or-even worse-sacks of meat.

And he remembered vowing to kill the monster that had taken so much away from him and his people.

Then the day he arrived in the past to finally find and kill the Blue Beetle he became what he had sworn to destroy.

There was an explosion by a building where the Scarab was located according to the directions he had been following on his tracking device. One minute he was walking towards the building, the next there was a huge explosion, heat and this awful burning pain in his back.

Then everything went dark.

Bart woke up back at his grandfather's and grandmother's, tucked into bed with a bowl of soup laying next to him. Nothing seemed to make much sense at first. Then he realized what was on his back and slowly put everything together.

Honestly, Bart had no idea who the Blue Beetle of the future was. He didn't know if the REACH eventually killed him off and replaced the source material with another or if he truly had despised himself all of those years.

He tried not to think about it.

Still, living with Khaji Da seemed impossible at times. Especially when the damn thing tried taking over constantly at first. However, after a while, the two had both simmered down and seemed to have set some simple ground rules. It was easier to deal with it that way. For the both of them.

The door finally opened and Bart grinned as soon as Jaime came into view.

"What's up, her-ma-no?" he laughed, winking over at the latino boy and then realizing what a stupid thing that was to do, why had he done that?

"Your pronunciation is truly something to be marvelled at, esé." Jaime chuckled, a small smile plastered onto his face. Bart smiled even wider if that was even possible and Jaime tilted his head to the side, motioning for Bart to come in.

"You entering or no?"

Do not trust the Jaime Reyes. He plots to terminate you. Eliminate him at once.

"No!" Bart hissed at the scarab. Jaime's eyes twinkled with confusion. Bart shook his head almost immediately, blushing.

"No! Not yet." he covered, "I have to take my shoes off first."

Jaime looked down and nodded. "Yeah, good call. Mi mama would freak if I got dirt all over the house."

"Aren't you running in here at lightning speeds all the time, though?" Bart questioned, kicking off his shoes and entering the house. Jaime bristled and motioned to Bart to keep it down.

"Dude!" he exclaimed, "What if mi familia was home? They would've heard you!" He looked around and sighed. "Besides," he continued, "I run to your grandfather's house if I need...anything."

"Geez." Bart laughed, "No need to be so secretive!"

The Jaime Reyes' heartbeat is irregular. Possible reasoning for this anomaly is that he is plotting to kill you. Suggested tactic: Destroy him before he can.

"On second thought." Bart spoke aloud, "Maybe some things are best kept secret in your head."

Jaime scoffed. "Duh." He wolfed down about four packages of Chicken Whizees at an incredibly fast pace right before Bart's eyes. The boy smiled.

Jaime had been normal before Bart had come back and all of this stuff had gone down. Sadly, after arriving on earth, the REACH began taking in human prisoners and experimenting on them like there was no tomorrow. They took runaways; people that nobody would end up looking for in the end. Somebody who could just...disappear.

People like Jaime's best friend, Tye, who just so happened to disappear whilst all of this was happening. Jaime, catching wind of what was going down, decided to go on a wild manhunt to find what had happened to his friend. He stuck his nose too deep into somebody else's business and ended up getting himself captured in the end as well.

They awakened his metagene, thus gifting him the power of superspeed. Jaime was one of their majorly successful guinea pigs. Tye not so much.

But Jaime was one out of two of the most important experiments they had going there.

Bart was the other.

He'd stupidly gotten himself captured after trying to track down the stolen kids himself as well. They quickly noticed who he was and just what was on his back and suddenly they were trying to reboot the scarab in order to get it back on mode.

Bart had never been more terrified in his life.

He and Jaime were stuck in a room together for the majority of their time there. Chained to one another, facing a barren wall. They were even put in pods close together as to not get them mixed up with all of the other "failed" experiments out there.

During this time, Bart and Jaime grew closer than ever. They learnt pretty much everything about each other. Jaime told Bart all about Tye and his family. About how he was terrified of these new powers invested within him. Bart told him about the bleak future ahead of them and having to come to terms with becoming everything you'd ever hated.

They were each other's rock. And Bart could even admit on having a crush on the older boy. Not a big one, though. Just a small one...

Okay, maybe a big one.

Eventually they were rescued by a group of younger heroes known as the "young" justice league. Actually, they didn't really have a name. They were just them. Not like the Justice League, anyways.

A bunch of kid heroes running around saving a bunch of kid screw-ups.

Jaime and Bart were two of the last out since they were kept under maximum security. They'd grown so used to holding each other when things got rough that when these strangers came and tried to separate them they screamed and cried and begged to not be taken away from one another.

They didn't let go of each other. Not even when most of the other runaway kids dispersed. Not even when Jaime went home for the first time after everything had gone down. A member of the Team had had to explain what had happened to his parents. They were very understanding but it was still very difficult to fathom that their son was now so...different.

And then there was also the fact that Bart went with him everywhere. They physically could not be apart.

Therapy eventually undid all the damage inflicted upon them and they could finally go without being with one another constantly, but it was still difficult for both of them to function without seeing the other at least once a week.

Joining the team made it simpler to see one another. Jaime began receiving lessons from Bart's grandfather, Barry, who became his mentor. Just another reason to see the boy. Bart would fly to Jaime's occasionally and Jaime would run to Bart's.

Back and forth across the continent. Just like that.

Bart never would've dreamed that his life would end up as it had. That a person could have that much of an effect on him. But they did. And it was just so incredible.

"Earth to Bart. Heellloooooo? Isanybodyhome?" Jaime was speeding around him, flailing his arms about. Bart blinked back into the world of living.

"Hello! Yes! I am here! And alive."

Only until the Jaime Reyes deems it acceptable to initiate your destruction.

Bart resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid scarab. Jaime giggled, grabbing a Chicken Whizee and popping it into Bart's mouth.

"You're so cute when you do that." he admitted to Bart, chewing on his own delicious snack. Bart cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, am I?"

"Yesindeedyouaremygoodsir."

"I don't understand speed talk."

Their faces were getting closer and closer to each other.

"No?" Jaime questioned, "Doesn't your grandfather teach you anything?"

And closer.

"Not much." Bart admitted cheekily, "He spends all his time with you after all, the golden child of-"

The space between their lips suddenly disappeared and all Bart was aware of was just how soft and beautiful Jaime really was. He felt the spanish boy vibrating under the pressure of the kiss and Bart smiled into it.

Warning: Danger detected within the immediate vicinity. The Jaime Reyes is attempting to suffocate this organism.

Bart giggled at that. The two finally separated for air. Bart reached up and wiped the little bit of spittle off from his lips. Jaime blinked, staring at him with these wide eyes.

"I don't know why I did that." he admitted softly, still staring at the younger boy in front of him, "I just felt like doing it, I guess."

Bart grinned seductively. "Then feel like doing it again."

Jaime's eyes widened even more. Bart's eyelids shut softly as he approached the speedster and wrapped his hands around his midsection. Jaime laughed and leaned in closer.

"My pleasure."

For some reason, ignoring Khaji Da became a more simpler task than it had ever been.

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xswestallen · 7 years

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Worst Kiss

Summary: “What was your worst kiss like?”

Barry’s face turned scarlet. His hand went to the back of his neck like it always did when he was nervous. Iris giggled.

“I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours?” she offered.

A/N: I had a lot of fun thinking up the worst kiss stories.

“A metahuman with the actual kiss of the death.” Cisco said.

Barry, Cisco, Caitlin, Iris, and Wally were in the cortex of S.T.A.R. Labs. Barry and Wally just got back from a battle with a meta who murdered half the customers at a dive bar by making out with them.

“Are you ok, Wally?” Iris asked. “She almost got you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Wally assured her. “It wasn’t even the worst kiss I’ve ever had.”

Barry and Cisco laughed and looked curious to hear more about Wally’s kissing mishap that he considered worse than a brush with death.

“Come on, you can’t just leave us wondering.” Barry said.

“Alright.” Wally didn’t take much convincing. “I was 14, under the bleachers at school with this girl from my Spanish class,”

“The language of loveeeeeee.” Cisco interjected.

Caitlin rolled her eyes at the boys’ immature conversation. She turned her focus to the computer.

“It was the first kiss for both of us. It started out nice, but then it turned into a French kiss. I put my tongue in her mouth, and she bit it!”

Iris burst out laughing. Barry and Cisco winced.

“Always stick with Spanish.” Cisco advised.

Caitlin, who was only pretending to not listen told her own worst kiss story. “Once, when Ronnie and I kissed he sneezed on my face.”

“Eww.” Iris wasn’t sure if that was funny or disgusting.

“It wasn’t your first kiss though, right? Because there is no coming back from that.” said Wally.

“Oh no.” Caitlin shook her head. “Anyway, we better get to work on a way to neutralize this meta’s powers before she tries to get frisky with Wally or Barry.”

“On it.” Cisco said as he left for his lab.

“Let me run some tests on you, Wally. I just want to make sure she didn’t do any damage.”

“Ok.” Wally followed Caitlin to the medical bay.

Barry and Iris were now alone in the cortex. Barry took off his gloves and sped around to change from his suit to his regular clothes. When he slowed down enough for Iris to see him, he was zipping up his jacket. Iris leaned against one of the desks and gave Barry a suggestive look.

“What?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“What was your worst kiss like?”

Barry’s face turned scarlet. His hand went to the back of his neck like it always did when he was nervous. Iris giggled.

“I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours?” she offered.

Barry wasn’t convinced. But, when Iris batted her eyes at him and licked her lips, he was a goner. He gave in.

“Fine.”

Iris had a sudden realization. “Wait a minute.” She pointed a finger at him and tilted her head. “Is it that time Becky Cooper accidentally pushed you off the couch and you hit your head on the coffee table? I remember driving you to the ER for stitches.”

“No, actually I’ve had one worse than that.” Barry hated to admit.

Iris was more intrigued than ever.

“Remember how I was on the debate team in high school?”

Iris nodded. How could she forget when Barry still had the trophies he’d won in their loft?

“Well, after we won regionals the team captain threw a party. One of my teammates, Kathy Benvigardi, got drunk for the first time. She was dancing to ‘Oops! I Did It Again’ on the table when she jumped off, pushed me onto a chair, and went for my lips. But, she missed and ended up licking my chin for a good 20 seconds.”

Iris shrieked with laughter. Barry pursed his lips. He didn’t know if he liked how much enjoyment she got out of the story. Iris clucked her sides to ease the pain from laughing so hard. She slipped off of the desk and sat on the floor laughing till she cried. Her cheeks hurt.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Now you have to tell me yours.” Barry reminded her.

It took a little while for Iris to catch her breath. She stood up and composed herself. “It was in 8th grade with this new guy at school. He had only been in Central City for a few days and he had a French accent. I thought it was really cute.”

Barry rolled his eyes.

“I showed him around and helped him find his 3rd period class. He thanked he with a peck on the cheek and asked me to find him during lunch. I did and we kissed on the lips this time. At the point when it was about to turn into a French kiss, he pulled my lips apart with his hands and spit into my mouth.”

Barry didn’t know what story he was expecting Iris to have, but definitely not one like that. He had a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “That was the kid who faked being from Europe! Two weeks after he transferred to our school we found out he was actually from Ohio!”

“Yep.” Iris said, popping the P.

Barry sat down in the nearest chair. He was afraid he was laughing so hard that he’d fall over. “Oh god.” Barry tried to pull it together. “That’s hysterical.”

“I was so grossed out that I went to the nurse and asked for mouthwash.”

When Barry finally stopped laughing, he sped himself and Iris home. Iris unlocked the door to their loft and got an idea. “What about your best kiss?”

Barry didn’t know how to respond. “What about it?”

“How did your best kiss ever happen?”

“I don’t think I can pick one favorite.”

Iris glared and crossed her arms. “That’s a cop out. Pick one.”

Barry decided to have a little fun. “Well, I was blinded by Dr. Light and my eyesight returned after Patty Spivot kissed me, so……”

Iris was not amused. She gave him and dirty look and he stopped teasing.

“I guess our first kiss on the porch. The sun was setting and you had just told me that we’d always find each other. It was the perfect way to start our relationship.” Barry was being serious now. Although, he wasn’t sure if it was right to refer to that kiss as their first. He had four first kisses with Iris West but erased three of them from existence. “What’s yours?”

Iris plopped down on the couch and waved a finger for Barry to join her. He sat beside her and put his arm around her, coping a feel of her breast. Iris put her legs up on the couch and nuzzled into his side.

“The one that happened right there.” she pointed to the middle of the living room. At Christmas, when Barry showed her the loft and told her he’d signed a lease for it they kissed in that spot. “It started off slow, emotional and it lead to more than kissing. The perfect way to start our life here.”

Barry squeezed her tight.

“Sometimes I think about that kiss when I’m walking around the loft.” Iris said.

“Really?” Barry didn’t know that. He felt proud. “I am a pretty good kisser.”

Iris sat up. “Woah woah woah. You’re ok. I’m the one who you kissed before running faster than ever before and traveling back in time, remember?” she smirked.

“I do.” Barry said in a matter of fact tone. “You don’t.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s evidence that I’m the better kisser.”

Barry raised an eyebrow at her. “If you’re so confident, get over here and prove it.”

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