Liar, Liar: Part 2

(( OOC: Girl played by: @sirussly )) 

Remus: How are you supposed to know if I’m lying? 

Fenrir: *grins* Oh trust me Remus… I’ll know.

Remus: *stares* 

Fenrir: *smiles, staring across the table at Remus* … Truth or Truth?

Fenrir: *cuts in* Truth or Truth?

Remus: … You know the answer to that one.

Fenrir: So this one should be easy for you.

Remus: *glares*

Fenrir: Next… 

Fenrir: *grins* 

Remus: … For now.

Fenrir: 3 for 3. *pauses* Now, here’s a tougher one… 

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SUMMARY: -request-You told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with people but now she’s coming to visit and you’re in too deep and need a fake boyfriend ASAP. (THANK YOU TO @super-slick-fanfic-chick for letting me use this idea for my series! Love you!)

PAIRING: Barry X Reader

WARNINGS: Swearing, super fluff (like a ton)

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A/N: I figured after the season finale, we all needed some Barry fluff. But be warned…angst is coming. I hope you guys like it and tell me what you think and any tips you might have for me! I absolutely love hearing from you. ALSO, thank you so much @winchester-with-wings for editing this. You are amazing!

          You wake up wishing yesterday was a dream. That your sister surprising you, and your best friend becoming your make believe boyfriend, was just your mind feeling anxious over a small lie. Only now, you know that it wasn’t a dream, and that small lie has spiraled out into a larger one.

           Sleepily you toss around inside your bed, cracking open your eyes only to use your hand to shield them from the light seeping through the window. You turn around, pushing your face into the comfort of your pillow. It’s the smell of food that finally edges you out of your bed with a groan, and out into the kitchen. The corner of your mouth perks into a half smile, when you see Barry. His back is to you, but you can still see his arm moving to flip over something on the stove.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” You state, falling into one of the stools in front of the island, and he turns around at the sound of your voice. Now with him facing you, you take the chance to look him up and down, admiring your friend. Although he was dressed in fresh clothes, his hair was messy and frazzled, sticking out in every direction. If you didn’t know better, it would have seemed like he had just rolled out of bed. Damn was he cute like that. Wait, did I just say that? About Barry? He smiles at you and you freeze, worried he just read your thoughts. Could he even do that?

           If he could he didn’t say anything about it.

“Hey sleepy,” he coos, noticing your own mess of bedhead. There’s a beat of content silence.

“How was the couch?” You ask him, referring to the one he was sleeping on last night. Since telling your sister you and your boyfriend lived together, it would have looked a little weird if Barry left. So, he stayed the night.

“I think we’re going to need a new arrangement. Your sis found me out there last night.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That you were snoring,” he smirks at you when he answers and you roll your eyes. Suddenly the stench of something burning enters your nose.

“Uh, Bare,” you nod your head over to the stove. Barry’s face suddenly lifts in realization, quickly turning back.

“Shit,” he hisses and you see him scrape a black pancake into the trash, causing you to laugh.

“I guess I spoke too soon.”

“You distracted me!” He protests, waving up the spatula to point it at you, accusatorily. You can’t help but to smile. Barry looked so domestic, you can’t remember the last time he looked this way.

“Whatever you say, Gordon Ramsay.” You hold your hands up in defeat, as the sound of clicking heels begins, followed by your sister. Megan’s ready as well, and you feel under-dressed in your pajama bottoms and S.T.A.R. labs sweatshirt.

“You guys are too cute,” Megan gushes when she enters the kitchen and you can’t help it when your cheeks turn crimson. You’re sure that Barry’s are too.

“Morning to you too, Meg.” You greet, lazily.  

“So, are you guys ready?” Megan inquires, clapping her hands together as she asks this.

           You groan, having completely forgotten that she invited you and Barry to go out shopping with her. After she insisted last night to you “that no sister of hers was going to a Gala in a summer dress.” She looks over to you, and sighs.

“Hey, some of us like to sleep. Unlike you and America’s next top chef over here I just woke up.”

           Barry chuckles, but your sister frowns.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting ready,” you exit the kitchen, but not before swiping a pancake or two from the fresh stack Barry must have been making before you woke up. Not like you’d ever admit it to him, but they were delicious.

           The three of you squeeze into the backseat of the taxi that was waiting outside your apartment. Without thinking, you realize you’ve been squished in-between Barry and Megan, their elbows jutting into your sides.

“You know, we could have just taken the bus, it would have been cheaper.” You argue to your sister as you squirm in your seat, trying to breathe and buckle in at the same time. “And roomier,” you add, mumbling under your breath. Barry chuckles, being the only other person in the cab to hear you. Turning to him, you see how he’s leaning into the door.  The car begins to move, causing you to fall into the old leather seats in a huff.

“How long has it been?” You ask Barry after a moment, leaning into him a bit so Megan is out of earshot. He looks at you weird,

“What?” He questions with his eyebrows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth teasing into a smile, implying softness.

“Since you’ve been in a moving vehicle,” you refrain from giggling at the situation. Barry Allen. Able to run faster than the speed of sound…stuck in a cab moving slower than your grandmother’s driving. Barry opens his eyes wide in realization, and chuckles to himself. Before he can respond, a sudden sharp pain shoots to your side, pushing you into Barry.

           Beside you Megan rummages through her purse, completely oblivious. You move to sit up, straightening your back as you do so. Suddenly another elbow shaped jab to your side, pushes you once again into your best friend. Your hands move with a mind of their own, stretching out and grabbing the nearest objects.

           Heat rushes to your cheeks when you find yourself practically in Barry’s arms. One of your hands grips his bicep, while the other stays steady on his chest, his own arms wrapping around you by instinct. Taken out of context, this would be the kind of picture perfect moment you’d see in one of Iris’ romance magazines. A couple cuddled up to each other, their arms wrapped around the other protectively…

           Blood rushes to your face, your cheeks growing hot in what you’re positive is embarrassment. With a deep breath you glance up at Barry, his eyes already trained on you. You expect him to laugh it off, teasing you on how you’re even clumsy sitting down, but instead he’s quiet. Looking up at him, a series of emotions pass over his face, but none stay long enough for you to read them. You’re unable to move, and for a second you wonder if you really want to.

“Do I need to get another cab or something?” Megan’s voice pierces through the vehicle like a needle through a balloon. Suddenly and loudly. You scramble up and off of Barry, trying to appear like the recent thirty seconds didn’t happen as you sit straight and rigid.

“Sorry, uh, no we just, I—“ Megan gives off a quick laugh, graciously stopping you from rabbling too much.

“I’m teasing, Y/n,” she reassures and you can feel your shoulder visibly relax. The rest of the car ride glides into a comfortable silence between the three of you.

           “Guys, this is stupid!” You call out from the dressing room, grumbling to yourself. The zipper in your dress gets stuck as your hands fumble with it, “Megan, can’t I wear one of your outfits from home, or something?”

           It’s not that the dress didn’t look nice. It looked gorgeous on you in fact, hugging your curves in the right places, accentuating certain body parts perfectly, and kindly making your stomach look tight and fit. But all of this was the problem. You’re not sure if you’d like the attention it would give you, or if you even deserved it.

“Y/n, get your ass out here! You’ve been in there all day” Megan calls out,

“No,” you protest, “all day was when you insisted that Barry try on the same colored suit five times!”

          Her silence is a deafening response, and you smirk proudly in triumph to yourself. The sound of footsteps follow, growing loud until you can see the shadow of a pair of legs standing in front of the dressing room door. You expect your sister, but instead you are surprised by the sound of your best friend’s voice. It echoes a bit, deep and clear, because of his close proximity. The image of his arm resting above his head and against the wooden door, lips mere inches away from the solid surface flashes inside of your head as he speaks.

“Y/n, I’m sure you look amazing,” Barry assures, and your heart speeds up a bit, for a second you had forgotten Barry was out there. The thought of him seeing you like this, causes the senseless butterflies to flutter around your stomach, once again. This time you’re nervous, edging on the word of anxious. You can’t place a finger on exactly why. It’s not like Barry hasn’t seen you in a dress before, but lately…

           You stretch your arm behind your back, grasping for the zipper to pull it up any higher, but your fingertips only graze it.

“I need a little help in here!” You admit, calling out to them and the sound of a sigh being muffled by a deep chuckle, Barry no doubt, follows. Unlocking the door you allow Megan inside, and turn around so your back is facing her, hearing the door click as she closes it shut. “I can’t reach the zipper,” you wine helpless, reaching for it unsuccessfully to show her. She giggles.

“I got it, big sis to the rescue.”

           In one swift movement, she zips you up and the dress tightens a bit as it binds together. Resting her hands on your shoulder, she looks straight ahead, seeing your reflection in the mirror.

“See, I knew it.” Megan gloats, but she says it so kindly implying how beautiful you look. You can’t help but to blush,

“Thanks Meg.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Her face pulling up into a devious smirk as she says this, causing you to giggle and be worried at the same time. “What’s Barry like in bed?” This time you burst into a full out laugh.

“Hey, I’m serious. What’s he like? I have a feeling that cute, awkward, puppy exterior goes right out the window when the two of you get down to it.”

           Shivers run up your arms and down your spine, as she teases.

“What are you, twelve?” You joke, but you can’t stop your face from turning red. It’s something you have thought about, recently and your cheeks blush deeper. Unfortunately, Meg notices and she beams with pride in herself.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You give her a stern face, not sure what else to do or say and she pats your arm, “okay, okay I’m dropping it…for now.”

           In a second, she unlocks and swings open the door, “Let’s show him how great you look.” You can’t move, anxiety pumping through your veins and an anvil sits on your chest. She pushes you out with one quick shove, and you have to catch yourself from tripping over the fabric of the dress.

           When your steady, you look up, being met by Barry’s gaze. His eyes are wide, and his eyebrows are raised as he scratches the spot behind his head, like he always does when he feels overwhelmed. Unconsciously, you rub your palms against your sides trying to look like you’re working to smooth out the creases, and not trying to stop your hands from shaking. His eyes find yours and for a moment you think you can’t breathe. All your insecurities melting away from the look he was giving you. One a friend normally wouldn’t give. Barry’s mouth lays open a bit and you have to force yourself to inhale. No one had ever looked at you the way he was, like you were the only person in the room.

           You can hear Megan’s voice, but its soft compared to the pulsing inside your ears.

“Well? Doesn’t she look great?”

           Barry doesn’t take his eyes off of you, but he stammers in his words, “Yeah, she looks…I’m mean…you look amazing.”

“Y/n? Barry?” The connection suddenly breaks by the new voice, and the two of you move your heads to the source.

“Cisco, hey.” Barry breathes out, seeing your friend mere feet away, a smoothie in his hand. You grin, noticing his Star Wars t-shirt.

“What’s with the dress, are you going on a date or something?” Cisco teases, being clever as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

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