Barry Allen Reader Inserts

Skating

              "Oh come on Barry, it's not my fault Cisco and Caitlyn were asked to go with Dr. Wells to that weird sciency convention. AND it's not my fault you got stuck here. It really isn't smart to reveal that The Flash works for the police as a forensic scientist. Besides Dr. Wells didn't leave you to just sit in the lab and twiddle your thumbs. I don't know why you are complaining. You will get this done in no time, I should be the one complaining instead of trying to convince you to come which will result in me having to lug everything back and forth from the lab AND work on the results. " You rolled your eyes and you held the phone between your ear and shoulder as you moved around STAR Labs gathering equipment for the test the doctor asked for.

             You hear him give an exasperated sigh. "Ok yeah, I see what you mean. But not to offend you but why... you? I mean, don't get me wrong you are awesome, just not... not with technical stuff. I don't want you to slow me down." You about drop the phone. Your mouth dropped open as you transferred the phone from your shoulder to your other hand, flipping your hair in defense, placing your other hand on your hip.

             "Oh well excuse me! I happen to be very good at technical things, you know, if there are instructions." You widen your eyes and start searching for said instructions. "Why would Dr. Wells hire me in the first place if I was no good at technical stuff, that's all you guys deal with is technology. And shut your mouth, you know nothing of slowing down." You can hear chuckling from the other side of the phone. You couldn't help but crack a smile. He may be the fastest guy on the planet but he knows how to drive you up the wall. "Look just meet me at the rink, I'm sure that will be easy enough for you to do. Just wait a few minuets for me to put everything in the car. I don't need you waiting for me with that stupid grin on your face that I am oh so sure you have on right now."

               On the other side of the phone Barry was sitting laying on his bed with one hand holding the cell to his ear and the other arm draped over his eyes. Sure enough he found himself smirking. Sitting up he ribbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. His eyes bugged looking at the time. 10:27 am. He flopped back down on the bed and moaned.

              "What the heck (y/n)! It's too early for work today. I thought I would catch a break sense the lab group left."

              He heard shuffling from the other end and a light scoff. "Yeah well not all of us. I DO work here you know." He couldn't help but laugh a bit, he loved teasing her about her real reason for being there. Dr. Wells never told the group that he had a niece until she showed up one morning talking about her stupid, old, wheel chaired uncle. Since then she has been what one might call a "support group" for any metahumans who wanted to use their powers for good. When it came to baddies she was in charge of making sure they felt comfortable in their new 'homes' we created. Barry was pleased to find out they had a new crew member and liked it even more that Cisco was gone, making it hard for him to bombard her with flirting fails.

              "So, you coming or not?" If he was there he would be looking into the eyes of one determined woman who made saying no a very difficult thing.

              "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there."

              "Oh good!" He could hear an auditable sigh of relief. "I will see you in a bit." Then you hung up, leaving Barry to take his time getting ready. And by taking his time he really just does it without super speed. Sometimes he finds doing the simple things at normal speed makes the day last longer.

              After getting ready and finding time to clean the house he headed out toward the ice rink. (Y/n) said that Dr. Wells wanted some specs on how the cold would effect his running, mainly his traction on ice. Seeing as how the crew is busy at the moment and it turns out that the doctor has no patience to do it when he gets back, Barry kind of felt bad (y/n) got left with it. That's when he had an idea. An ice rink is not the warmest place on the planet. He rushed out of the house and down to the closest coffee shop and got some hot chocolate for himself and (y/n), making sure to add a bit of caramel to it, just like you like it. He then made his way to the ice rink, stopping for just a second to grab skates.