Electricity (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

“Hartley,” You scolded gently. “Be nice to the new guy.” 

Hartley grumbled something under his breath before he fell silent and walked away.

“Sorry about him,” You said, smiling apologetically. “He can be a bit…he’s not good with new people.” Your __e/c__ gaze flickered down to his Star Wars shirt. “Oh man, your shirt’s awesome! Star Wars is the best!” You said enthusiastically, flipping your arm over and showing him the rebel alliance tattoo that was inked onto your forearm.

Cisco’s eyes widened. There was someone else here who was as geeky as he was? And they were a girl?

“That. Is. Awesome.” Cisco said, grinning in excitement. His hand gently moved to your forearm against his will, lightly tracing the black mark, and unknowingly sending volts of electricity shooting up your arm.

You cleared your throat, and Cisco seemed to realize what he was doing, extracting his hand immediately.

“Sorry,” He apologized hastily, rubbing his arm sheepishly.  “I’ve never actually met someone that has geeky tattoos, guess I got a bit excited.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “No worries; I’ve got a bunch more, I’ll have to show them to you sometime.” You winked at him, and Cisco desperately hoped that you were flirting with him because you were kind of ridiculously hot.

You glanced down at your watch (which was Star Trek themed), cursing under your breath when you realized what time it was.

“I’ve got to get back to work; I’ll see you around, though?” You offered, your voice hopeful, and Cisco thought that he could get used to hearing it for the rest of his life.

“Yeah. Yeah, see you.” Cisco responded, still kind of in shock that he had just had a genuinely good conversation with a pretty girl, waving at you as you sped off and turned a corner.

He was going to like working at S.T.A.R. Labs, he could feel it.

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It happened pretty quickly.

One week you were Cisco’s work partner, for the next two you were his best friend, and then after knowing each other for a little over a month, you were his girlfriend (you had been ready to date him after that first day, but you both agreed that waiting would be better, and it had been).

And you loved it.

Cisco was amazing. Nerdy, geeky, funny, smart, nice; he was basically everything you had ever wanted, rolled into one adorably hot package.

“Please, please, oh pretty please dress like Bucky.” You pleaded, clasping your hands together and sticking your lower lip out in a pout.

“But, I was gonna dress like Han!” Cisco whined, frowning at you.

“I know, but Cis, your hair is perfect for Bucky! You can wear it in a cute little bun and be domestic!Bucky after he gets over being the Winter Soldier and I can be Steve and it’ll be adorable.” You wrapped your arms around him, peering up at him hopefully. “Please?”

Cisco couldn’t deny you anything. It was a gift for you, and a curse for him. He groaned, and you knew that you had won.

“Yay!” You beamed, and your smile was so blinding that he briefly forget what you had been talking about. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before you nuzzled your nose against his neck. “I love you so much, oh my god. And I promise: we’ll do Han and Leia next year.”

You were already planning your next Comic Con together? You honestly thought that you and him would be together for another year? The thought made Cisco smile, partly because you were just adorable and partly because he had been thinking the same thing; what you and Cisco had was special, and he would be damned if he let it go.

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“You two are sickeningly cute.” Felicity commented fondly as you and Cisco whispered to each other, pressing kisses to the other’s nose and cheeks and lips.

You chuckled sheepishly, turning toward Felicity. You, Cisco, Felicity, Barry, Caitlyn, and Ronnie (his being alive had been a surprise, a welcome one, granted, but still, a huge surprise to you and everyone else) were going to see Big Hero 6, the new Disney movie based off a series of Marvel comics, and you and Cisco were especially excited.

“Sorry.” You said apologetically, glancing around the line. The line was huge (curse the others for not wanting to buy tickets online!), and it was filled with little kids. In other words, it was not the best place to be kissing your boyfriend.

“No no, I’m not complaining, I’m just worried about the innocent eyes you’re scarring.” Felicity said, smiling to let you know that she was teasing (she was always teasing you and Cisco though, so it wasn’t surprising to you).

You rolled your eyes at her, while Cisco stuck his tongue out at her.

“You’re a jerk.” You muttered at the same time as Cisco blurted out “None of them are even looking at us!”

Felicity shrugged, beaming innocently at you before looping her arm through Barry’s and pulling him with her to the front of the line, where they purchased their tickets. Caitlyn and Ronnie were next, then it was Cisco and yours turn.

You bought your tickets without incident (you had been worried that the tickets would sell out or something), and the two of you made your way over to the theater to snag seats while the others bought popcorn and candy.

Needless to say, since your friends loved to tease you and Cisco about your relationship (for reasons you still didn’t understand), they came back with one soda for you to split, two straws shoved into the top.

Dorks.

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You were sobbing, and you officially hated Disney.

Big Hero 6 had ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped it into pieces.

“How could they just kill Tadashi like that?” You whispered angrily, fingers curling into the edges of Cisco’s shirt. “I mean, I know that it was implied from the trailer that he was gonna die, but still!”

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Cisco soothed, even though he felt the exact same way on the inside. “Maybe he’ll come back, the movie’s not over yet.”

That idea seemed to appease you and you fell silent, one of Cisco’s hands running through your hair comfortingly.

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“I hate Disney.” Cisco said numbly as he walked out of the theater, perfectly voicing your own thoughts.

“Agreed.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest.

Everyone else seemed to be in the same state of shock as you.

The writers had kept Callaghan’s daughter alive, who no one had any sort of emotional connection to, but they killed Tadashi? It didn’t make sense to you (well, it did, actually, but it still made you mad).

“Anyways,” Barry started, breaking the silence. “Felicity and me were going to go to Red Robin, you guys in?” Barry asked, directing his question to the other four of you.

You turned to Cisco, raising a __h/c__ eyebrow at him. You did love Red Robin, but you didn’t want to go. Your eyes were still red from crying, and you were ridiculously tired (partly from crying and partly just because you were tired ninety nine percent of the time), but if Cisco wanted to go, you would go.

Cisco shook his head. “Nah, I think we’re gonna head back home. We’ll see you at work on Monday.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, and Cisco shot you a look that said “Did you really doubt me?” You shook your head in response, grinning.

Caitlyn and Ronnie decided to go to the restaurant with Barry and Felicity, so you exchanged hugs before waving goodbye as you walked to the car you shared with Cisco. Cisco’s arm was looped around your waist and you were snuggled close to him, while his free hand was intertwined with yours.

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When you got back to the apartment that you also shared with Cisco, he ushered you into the bedroom, mumbling something about you changing into your pajamas while he heated up some Totino’s pizza rolls for both of you to eat before you went to bed.

You did as he asked, changing into a pair of Captain America sweatpants, that just so happened to be his, and a Guardians of the Galaxy shirt, which was also his (you may or may not have had a thing for wearing his clothes).

You walked back into the kitchen once you finished, and your nostrils were greeted with the delightful smell of freshly microwaved pizza rolls.

Cisco held a plate out to you and you reached for it eagerly, before he moved it about your head (it wasn’t even hard for him; Cisco was a good head taller than you). Cisco smiled cheekily, pointing at his lips with a finger from his free hand.

You rolled your eyes and pecked his lips in payment for the pizza rolls, taking them and mumbling a “Thank you.” as you carried them over to the couch.

Cisco joined you a moment later with his own plate full, plopping down next to you and snagging the remote from your grasp.

“You wanna watch the new episode of The Librarians?” He asked, arching a dark eyebrow as he popped a pizza roll into his mouth.

You nodded eagerly, unable to talk around the four pizza rolls that you had shoved into your mouth. Cisco rolled his eyes at you that time, but did as he offered, and moments later, the opening theme for The Librarians started to play.

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“Hey, so I know this probably seems kind of sudden and this isn’t like romantic in any way, but would you, maybe, be interested in marrying me?” Cisco asked nervously, hand deep in the pocket of his jeans, clenching onto the ring which was inscribed with elvish script. “__y/n__? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging.” Cisco spoke again after a moment, turning to look at you.

You were asleep.

Of course you were.

Cisco couldn’t help the gentle smile that rolled across his face when he saw you; your arms were clutching a TARDIS pillow, your legs were hanging off the side of the couch, and your lovely __h/c__ hair was all messed up from trying to get comfortable against the pillows.

Cisco sighed fondly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before scooping both your plates off the coffee table and depositing them in the kitchen.

Cisco decided as he brushed his teeth that he would do better when he actually proposed. Maybe at Comic Con, with you dressed as Leia and him dressed as Han (you had promised him three Comic Cons ago that you would dress up like Leia with him next year, but every year so far, you had found a different couple costume that you just had to piece together).

He would plan the perfect proposal, and you would say yes (he hoped), and everything would be fantastically, geekily awesome.

Cisco was brimming with excitement as he walked back into the living room, gently gathering you in his arms before carrying you into the bedroom and carefully setting you down on the bed.

When he climbed into bed next to you, he realized that you were mumbling something in your sleep. He got closer, unable to understand what you were saying, until you said it quite clearly and quite loudly.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

He didn’t think that you actually understood what you were saying yes to, but for now, he just let it slide. He would repropose soon (probably tomorrow), and he was pretty sure that you would say yes, so you and him would be able to start planning the perfect geeky wedding.

But for now, Cisco was content to fall asleep with you in his arms. You were still quietly muttering yes, and Cisco murmured it back, stroking your hair in time with his voice until you fell silent and then drifted back asleep.

He fell asleep moments later, visions of the one ring of love that he had stashed in the nightstand drawer dancing behind his eyelids.

End.  <3