#bluepulseweek2018

Bluepulse Week Day 7: Free Day: “Confessions In El Paso Desert”

Lets start with this!! 

BLUEPULSE WEEK!!! 

Day 1: First Selfie

My sister took the charger of my laptop, that´s the reason I finally finish this lol

(seriously you say “pet names” in English?

Bart is early 16 and Jaime 18. So I hope it’s okay?)

Bluepulse Week Day 1: Firsts

(I’m so late for this. Sorry >< )

Bart: Blue, you didn’t call me hermano for weeks! Something’s wrong? You don’t love me anymore?

Jaime: Of course I love you!

Bart: So what? 

Jaime: It’s just... I can’t call you hermano anymore...

Bart: Why not?

Jaime: You know it means bro in Spanish, right? No you didn’t? Why that doesn’t surprise me? So now, since we’re dating for almost a month, you understand I can’t call you that anymore? That would be inappropriate. 

Bart: (pouting) But I liked it... That was our thing, you know. 

It is true Jaime didn’t call anyone else hermano since Bart shows up.

Jaime: I... I can’t find another one if you want?

Bart: Really?? Like what?

Jaime: Er... (Losing himself in Bart’s emerald eyes.) Hermoso. 

Bart: I like it. It almost sounds like hermano. Hermoso, hermano. Totally crash! What does that mean by the way? Boyfriend?

Jaime: (blushing) Yeah... something like that...

Well, it was the first time I wrote in English and with those two, so I hope it’s okay ^-^

Ps: of course Bart’s ones will be all related to food!

Summary: The team goes on a mission in December. On the way back, Jaime and Bart decide to stick around for a while.

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“I’m boooooooored!” Bart groaned.

Jaime looked over at him, glaring, “Bart, I am, too, but we still have to stake this guy out until Cassie and Barbara get here to take over.”

“Well, when’s that going to be?” Bart asked.

“Not for another hour,” Jaime said.

“But we’ve already been here forever.”

“We have been here three hours.”

“Scarab says we’ve been here three hours.”

“Well, I’m a speedster,” Bart said, “Feels longer for me.”

It started snowing.

Jaime looked up, “Great.” He was already cold, and now it was just worse. They couldn’t be suited up on this kind of stakeout, so while normally, Scarab could keep him warm, he couldn’t today. Jaime was shivering in his coat.

Bart was looking around in wonder, “Wow.”

“What’s the matter?” Jaime asked, “Haven’t you seen snow before?”

“Yeah, but...” Bart shrugged, “Where I’m from, it’s usually not this white. Here... well, it’s kind of magical.”

The snowflakes contrasted sharply against Bart’s auburn hair. His green eyes were sparkling like Jaime had never seen.

“Magical,” Jaime agreed.

Bart had told him he had a thing for him, but... well, both of them had been kind of pretending it never happened. Nothing about their friendship had changed. Jaime had been pretty sure he was straight. That he didn’t like Bart that way.

But with how good the speedster looked in the snow right now... who knows?

A wind swept through the park where they were sitting. Jaime shivered.

“Are you cold?” Bart asked, looking concerned.

“I’m from El Paso,” Jaime said, “It doesn’t get this cold at home.”

Bart put his arm around him, and Jaimewas surprised to feel that Bart was really warm.

“Speedster metabolism,” He explained, like he knew what Jaime was thinking.

“That’s convenient,” Jaime admitted.

Bart seemed a little embarrassed, “Um, you’re okay with... this... right?”

“Yeah,” Jaime said quickly, “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

The snow didn’t seem so bad anymore.

...

“Having fun?”

Jaime wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting there when they turned around to see Cassie and Barbara smirking.

“It’s cold,” He said defensively.

“Well, you two can go back to the Watchtower and warm up now if you want,” Barbara said, badly hiding her smile, “Cassie and I can take over.”

Jaime knew Bart usually liked to hurry, but he walked pretty slowly towards the Zeta Tube, staying with him instead of running ahead like he usually did.

“So I guess it doesn’t really snow in Texas,” He said awkwardly.

“Not usually,” Jaime agreed, “You know, it actually is nice here. Wanna stick around a little longer?”

“Uh, sure,” Bart said, surprised.

They walked through the park, talking about little bits of nothing as it got darker. Jaime wasn’t 100% sure if this specific park would do anything like he was hoping for it to do, but hopefully...

Suddenly, lights went on everywhere. Tiny lights, like fairies, in a million colors, arranged in different patterns. Some of them were shaped like icicles, some just regular lightbulbs. Bart stared at it all, amazed.

“There’s nothing like this in the future,” Bart marveled.

“Do you like it?” Jaime asked.

“Like it?” Bart asked, “It’s beautiful! And amazing! Did you know this was going to happen?”

“It’s Christmas season,” Jaime said, “I had a hunch. I thought you’d want to see it.”

“You waited around even though you hate the cold, because you wanted me to see this?” Bart asked.

Jaime looked at his feet, “When you told me you liked me a couple months ago, I didn’t know what to say. I’d never even considered thinking of you as anything but my best friend. But I started thinking about it more and more, and... I like you, too, Bart.”

“Really?” Bart asked.

“Yeah, I—“

Bart cut him off by kissing him.

Jaime was shocked, obviously, but he melted into it. It felt warm, and right, and he wondered why he’d taken so long to realize this would work.

When they pulled apart, they were both blushing like idiots.

“Um, we should get back to the Watchtower,” Bart said, “I promised Gar I’d help him decorate for this big Christmas party he planned. You wanna help, too? Gar kind of bought too much decorations; we’re going to need everyone we can get.”

“The League okayed a party up there?”

“No. They’re welcome to come, but they can’t say no if you don’t ask.”

Jaime laughed, “Why not? Sure, I’ll help you decorate.”

As they walked back to the Zeta Tube, Jaime’s arm around Bart’s shoulders, they didn’t notice Cassie and Barbara talking and watching them through binoculars.

“Mission accomplished,” Cassie said, high-fiving Barbara, “Operation Bluepulse has succeeded.”

“What are we going to tell them about why we’re not staking out that guy we had them watch for four hours anymore?”

“Nothing. We’ll just hang out around here for a few hours and tell them we found out it was a false alarm.”

Barbara shrugged, “We probably shouldn’t have had them stalk a random person for four hours, though.”

“Eh. The guy didn’t notice them, anyway. No harm done. And now they’re together, so that’s a bonus.”

Bluepulse Week 2018-Dreams/Nightmares

JillyWinchester

Summary:

Bart has a nightmare while at a sleepover at Jaime's house. Khaji Da comforts him.

Bart woke with a start. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think. His heart was pounding in his ears, and his feet were tingling strangely.

"Bart Allen?" came a voice from the dark. Oh, right. He was at Jaime's house for a sleepover. The trouble was, Bart couldn't answer, he was too busy trying to breathe.

"Come here," Khaji grabbed Bart from under his arms, pulling him into his lap, and Bart found that he had fully suited up, becoming more Khaji Da than Jaime Reyes. He pulled Bart toward his chest and held him there steadily.

Bart knew he shouldn't cry. He knew that Khaji only partially understood human emotion, and would probably panic if he started crying.

"It's alright Bart; you are safe. We will protect you." That didn't help, like, at all. Tears sprung out of Bart's eyes as his breath hitched, trying to stop, to contain the emotion welling up inside him, but it didn't work. Bart pressed into Khaji's shoulder, and Khaji just held him tighter, rubbing circles in his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he sobbed.

He didn't know how Khaji did it. Sure, he was getting more and more human each day, but this is something even most humans would feel uncomfortable.

"What was your dream about? I am told telling another helps with the pain." Khaji whispered in Bart's ear.

Images flooded his head. The Blue Beetle from the future, coming to take Jaime and Khaji away, Jaime's screams as he yelled "I'll find you! I'll find you!!". The Reach scientists, poking and prodding him, as right across the hall, Jaime's screams echoed for all to hear. But they didn't care. The Reach didn't care about love or fear or hate or sentience, they were just parasites, sucking each planet dry of everything they had to offer, stealing babies and lovers and lives, only for the sake of science and productiveness. It was sick.

"Bart!"Khaji was shaking him slightly, looking into his eyes like Bart was going to keel over and die any second now. "You're okay. You're safe. I'm here, Jaime's here, you're safe. Whatever it is, we have you, We love you."

Tears began flowing freely again, but not nearly as rapidly. Bart sunk into Khaji, breathing deeply. "Thank you,"

Khaji Da began to lay back down, taking Bart with him. "Bart Allen. You are ours, and we are yours. Whatever ails you, be it nightmares or enemies, we will slay them. They will be terminated, viciously, and we shall care for you in the aftermath,"

Bart sighed, sinking deeper into Khaji's body. He knew he would have more nightmares, they were an inevitability, but Jaime and Khaji Da would be there to comfort him, that's all that mattered.

Notes:

Bluepulse Week day 7: Free Day

It seemed like everyone in the world had a specific season they they just thrived during. Sometimes it had to do with personality, other times it was more so a matter preferred color palettes or fashion aesthetics. Looking around at his friends, Jaime could pinpoint pretty easily what time of year fit who the best.

Gar did best in the spring, when the flowers bloomed, animals were out, and everything was all around green.

Summer was reserved for the more happy-go-lucky members of the team; like M’gann or Dick. The people who always seemed to bring smiles to everyone’s faces and brighten the mood on what could have otherwise been a sour day.

Personally, Jaime pegged himself as more of a winter. Winter was cold, and while he didn't consider himself cold-hearted by any means, he wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy. He was well aware how awkward and standoffish he could appear when meeting someone; his mother always did say first impressions were the most important.

Winter was constantly colored in blue and white, and while white wasn't exactly his color… Well… Blue was in his name. Blue was the color of his suit, heck, it was the color permanently fused into his spine. So Jaime had to be winter.

It fit him… Didn't it?

But fall? Autumn? It was as if everything about that season was designed for one person in particular. Autumn was just for Bart. In all seventeen years of his life, Jaime had never met someone who so perfectly reflected everything a seemingly arbitrary collection of months had to offer. But somehow, against all odds, Bart did just that.

Bart was brilliant red and burnt orange, crossing over butternut squash and an hazelnut to make an earthy plaid. He was the rainbow of leaves that all change colors, falling at different times, but matching so effortlessly with his auburn hair. He was stepping on each one, hearing that satisfying crunch, sometimes almost too quickly when the speedster would run.

He was a hand-me-down flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Wearing the same free tee shirt he got at the Keystone county fair over and over again because he thought the cartoon pig on the front looked funny. Not being sure if he should bring a jacket or not because the morning was such a different temperature from the afternoon. Bart was the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon in decaf iced latte; decaf because he most definitely did not need the energy boost, and iced because the guy would always swear up and down that he could handle the cold drink, even when it was chilly out, but he’d always start shivering not even halfway through it, so he always ends up stealing Jaime’s hot apple cider.

The speedster was an all you can eat pumpkin pie, smothered in whipped cream until you couldn’t see the pastry any more. He was hot apple crumble, fresh out of the oven, slightly burnt and a little two tart because someone forgot to buy sugar again. Bart was apple spice body soaps and butterscotch hand creams, because his skin would crack from wearing gray and black striped fingerless gloves too long.

Bart was tearing down country backroads, where pavement turned to gravel and dusts, running just a step below top speed, because it made the leave swirl behind him like a little tornado. The brightest smile Jaime had ever seen in his entire life was plastered across the speedsters face. It was enchanting. Yeah. Bart Allen thrived in the fall.

There was only one time Jaime ever brought this little quarry up; while Bart laughed through the many layers of a knit scare that was way too long for him.

“Fall is your season.” The words slips out before he actually had the time to think about it.

Pale green eyes looked up in a cocktail of wonder and amusement. “Whaddaya mean?”

Jaime brought a hand up and scratched the back of his neck. He looked down at his feet and kicked the toe of his converse sneakers into the mud-covered pavement the currently stood on. “You remind me of the fall.”

“That’s cute.” There was a slight crackle in Bart’s voice as he laughed. He reached a hand into Jaime’s sweatshirt pocket for one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. “It’s kinda funny though. You remind me of a season too.”

“What? Which one?”