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Fraudulent Kiss

Barry Allen x Reader

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You gasp as Barry falls to the ground next to you, withering as he’s tased. “Your quite right Iris the assailant was left handed just like this man here”. You stare at the fake barry who is now passed out, his previous actions make so much sense now. 

Just five minutes before this Barry or everything man as Catlin is calling him kissed you. Now that you know it wasn’t Barry kissing you, you're not sure how you feel. In the moment when you felt his soft lips against yours all you felt was ecstatic. You and Barry had been dancing around each other since you met. Neither of you made the first move, till today or at least that's what you thought. You can’t believe you kissed the meta-human who's been terrorizing the city. 

“We need to get him to the cells” Wells directed, Iris objected telling the three of us that they need to take him to the police. Surprisingly Wells agreed, requesting Catlin help Iris with the unconscious Shapeshifter. While Iris and Catlin escorted the shapeshifter out of the cortex you went to find Barry. 

You cautiously enter the Wests’ house, heading up the stairs to Barrys room. At first glance you don’t see him till you open the closet, you find Barry tied and gagged. You quickly untie him, setting his head in your lap. In an effort to wake him you start with small slaps to his cheek.  At his lack of response your slaps grow rougher till eventually you slap him harshly leaving behind a red hand print. He does finally jolt awake, shock on his face as he quickly looks around. “What was that for?” he groans holding a hand to his face. 

“I’m sorry you weren’t waking up, are you okay.” you gently reach out, placing your hand over his red cheek. 

“The meta-human was here he changed into me we need to-” you quickly interrupted his rambling telling him that they had already caught him. “I just hope he didn’t do anything stupid while he was me”, he could already imagine all the crazy things this shapeshifter could have done while wearing his face. 

“Don’t worry Catlin was with him from the moment he left the house till he was at star labs.” 

“So nothing embarrassing?”  he questions, you paused for a moment contemplating whether or not you should tell him about the kiss. 

“Nope nothing i can think of…. Youdidkissmethough” you quickly say, words blending together. Barry stared at you trying to decipher what you said. 

“What?” 

Now you're the embarrassed one, face heating up as you thought over your next words. “You or fake you kissed me,” It was quiet, too quiet before Barry spoke up. 

“He kissed you” his voice was soft, laced with a tone you couldn’t place. You just shook your head, scared your voice would betray you. “Oh… Did.. did you kiss him back?” Barry seems just as surprised as you at the question. 

“I didn’t kiss him he kissed me” you felt the need to clarify, and you were avoiding answering his question, because you did kiss him back. 

“Of course” he seemed dejected at your answer, standing up and moving away from you. You panic slightly as he moves away, you didn’t want this to get between the two of you. 

“Barry, are you upset?” that was a stupid question, of course he’s upset you just aren’t exactly sure exactly what upset him. 

“Yes” he quickly answered, making you wither, Barry seemed to realize his mistake quickly elaborating.  “I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself” now you were just confused. 

“Why are you mad at yourself?”

“Because that stupid Meta got to kiss you before me because I’m such a chicken.” His confession leaves you breathless. 

“You want to kiss me?” you tried not to get hopeful. 

“Of course I want to kiss you, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?” You let his words sink in for a moment before you stood to your feet and kissed him. It was a soft, lovely kiss. When you pull apart, both of you have dorky smiles on your face. 

“So am I the better kisser”

You giggle giving him a bright smile, “Definitely”

Now Thea was never all too interested in sports. They were all the same. People, usually running, trying to dominate their opponents. However, Theadora had to admit watching baseball brought her a good amount of joy. The rules were simple, and the plays easy to follow.

Now she’d lived with her adoptive parents Barry and Iris for a little less than a year. Which meant Thea hadn’t attended the Charity game between the Central City Police Department and the Fire Department last year. If she had, she’d have known her adoptive father was terrible at baseball, or all sports in general.

“Daddy, can’t play baseball.” Thea said clapping her hands as the opposing team hit another ball into left field, where luckily Barry wasn’t. She was sitting on her adoptive mother, Iris’s, lap, in the bleachers.

“Yeah, I know sweetie.” Iris said resting her chin on Thea’s shoulder. Barry’s lack of athleticism came as no surprise to her. “He’s not the best is he?” She asked. Thea immediately shook her head, ‘no’.

Thea’s mouth hung open, lips parting in the shape of an ‘o’. She watched Barry fumble, trip over his own feet and drop the ball for like the umpteenth time. “He’s a disaster.” She finally tore her little eyes from the field, turning to look at her adoptive mom.

Iris nods, laughing softly.

“He’s our disaster.”

Orangish rays filtered through the tall windows and thin curtains. The morning light through the curtains gave the loft a soft yet cozy glow. It was 7:13, and already the city was alive. Even from the height of the West-Allen loft, one could hear the hustle and bustle of Central City down below.

“What do we do?” Thea whispered. She sat beside Barry at the kitchen island, hands folded politely on the countertop. Despite her gracious appearance, she wore a fake smile.

Everywhere she looked there was a mess. Dustings of flour, cracked egg oozing yolk, and spilled milk. The wafts of smoke smelt of ash, not pleasantly, reminding her of a house burning to the ground.

“Let me handle this,” Barry responded. He gave Thea a high five before rounding the counter to speak with his wife. “Hey honey…”

Thea’d been staying with the West Allen’s for two weeks and had learned two things: One, Barry can cook; Two, Iris can not. Iris had only cooked once since she’d been invited to stay with them. But it only took once for her to learn Iris couldn’t make toast without charring it.

Thea held her hand to her face, the same one Barry had high-fived seconds ago. She could feel the electric nature of Barry’s meta DNA flooding her system.

Her eyes darted to Barry, who was too kind for his own good, trying gently to tell Iris she'd be much more content with cereal (or air).

I can fix this, she thought before disappearing in a blur.

One second the kitchen was a disaster zone, the next you’d have thought a whole team of cleaners had been through. Barry and Iris turn, a mix of shock and surprise painted on their faces.

Thea was sitting at the table, drinking a chilled glass of sparkling apple cider. An entire meal of food covers the table. French toast, eggs, bacon, hash browns, juice, and… hamburgers?

“Hey, hey Theadora whatcha-- whatcha got there?” Barry asked, gesturing toward the assortment of food spread across the dining area table.

“Food.”

The loft was dark, the illumination of light from the flat screen gave the wide space a relaxed, cozy feeling. The darkness in a way provided sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget about the looming threats that seemed to follow the West Allen’s like rats after the Pied Piper. On the couch, cuddled into Barry’s side was Thea.

There was a shuffling of feet out in the hall, a jangle of keys, and finally a satisfying click. Light from the hall flooded through the door, filling the entry with a warm yellow glow.

“Hey you two, what are we watching?” It was Iris. From the door she could make out the upper silhouette of her husband. From previous experience she knew the twinkle toed peanut was buried under covers glued to Barry’s side.

“The dinosaur movie,” Thea murmured. Her mouth opens wide, releasing one in a series of drowsy yawns.

“Land Before Time,” Barry clarified.

“Ooh, an oldie, but a goodie.” Iris flipped on the loft lights, making Theadora whine and hide beneath her blanket until her eye adjusted to the bright light. Iris kicked off her heels, then walked round to the couch where Theadora and Barry were cuddled together.

Her face fell faster than a rock. “Thea?” She knelt in front of the spot where Thea sat. “Sweetie, were you crying?” Theadora’s eyes were puffy, her whole face washed with a dull shade of red.

“Yeah, we got a bit sad when Little Foot’s mom died,” Barry answered, tucking some misplaced strands of hair back behind Thea’s ear. Thea takes her eyes off the movie, looks at Barry, and smiles. Her usual smile, though sleepy, the mouth close ends pulled up, shifting all of her freckles.

“Well I hate to break up this cuddle fest but... It’s bedtime, Thea.” Iris said holding her arms out for the little girl to crawl into. Thea wasn’t much of a fighter when it came to her bedtime. She enjoyed sleep, Barry on the other hand…

“Aw come on, can’t we finish the movie?”

Iris scoffed at her husband. “Barry, she looks like she’s about to pass out.” Theodora had been awake for sixteen hours, which in her case for her age was a lot. Her eyes were lazily open, glazed over and unfocused. “Come on, sweetie.” Iris scooped up Thea, realizing the child was too exhausted to move.

Thea cuddles in, resting her chin on Iris’s shoulder. “I’m tired,” she hummed, rubbing her tired little eyes with the insides of her palms.

“Oh, I know,” Iris cooed, as she carried Thea towards her room.

Thea’s eyes widen. One second she’s in Iris’s arms, the next she’s in Barry’s lap, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. “Sorry. Almost forgot." She murmured. “Goodnight, Barry.” She wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled herself close. She leaned in, so her forehead rested against his chest. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” Barry pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep well, peanut.” In that moment, his arms squeezed a fraction tighter before releasing. Thea giggled, sliding off Barry’s lap then returning to Iris.

Thea was a sweet kid. So bright, kind. The more time he spent with her, the more Barry fell for the little things about her; She always colored with tongue out; She sang her favorite song when she was uncomfortable; She always had stickers in case someone needed a cheer up; She gave the warmest hugs.

“I ran really fast today,” Thea said, taking Iris’s hand.

“You did?”

“Mm hmm, faster than Barry even.”

The more time he spent with her, the harder Barry found it to lie to himself. He loved her as if she were his own.

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Cisco Ramon watched as Barry tried to have a conversation with you. And he really means tried. He would mix up his words when trying to say something, would stare at you almost creepily when you were talking or laughed way to loudly even when something wasn’t that funny.

He watched as you said you had to go. You and Iris were meeting up for lunch and you didn’t want to be late. He rolled his eyes as Barry offered to take you, almost eagerly, to which you politely declined and said that someone will most likely need the Flash soon. Cisco shouted out a good bye as you left.

Cisco then turned to Barry and watched as he still looked at the cortex doorway even when you were out of sight. Barry looked away and his goofy smile fell when he realized Cisco was watching him. “I know, I know”, Barry said, sighing.

“Dude, when are you going to tell her?”, Cisco says exasperatedly. It wasn’t that Cisco didn’t like you, in fact you were like a sister to him. He was just getting tired of seeing Barry making wistful eyes at you all the time. “We’ve talked about this! Just tell her you’re in love with her!” 

Barry shakes his head and runs a hand over his hair, “ Trust me, I’ve tried. But every time when i’m ready to tell her, we get interrupted. And if it’s not that, then it’s me.” He stares off into nothing and an enamored smile slowly creeps onto his face, “ She makes me nervous. She’s just... so amazing. When I look at her, I forget everything and everyone around us.”

Cisco purses his lips and pats Barry in the back, almost sympathetically. “You’ve got it real bad dude”, he says, then smiling, “ It’s a good thing you have me as your best friend. I am going to help you, but only because I am tired of seeing you following her around like a puppy and because I totally ship you two.” 

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A/N: I was incredibly stuck on this one, I don’t know why. It wasn’t exactly how I imagined it but, it’ll do. I also feel like it’s super long. Let me know if it is.