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The Adventures of Franbitchco and Jamie (Cisco Ramon) P1

Takes place when Barry first wakes up from the coma.

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That little bitch thinks he can just take my licorice likes its no big deal. "Francisco Paco Ramon!!!!",  I yelled in fury. Speed walking into the cortex, not caring about interrupting anyone or anything. "Hi, sweetie," he cringes from his work bench. "I know it was you. You little fucking sna-" I was interrupted by Caitlyn, "How do you know Cisco took it?" She raised her eyebrow playfully, "You're on that no pizza or any good food diet," I say with an annoyed tone. I slowly turn towards Cisco, as he stands up and gets ready to run. "I will get you more on the way home?", he tries. My jaw clenches while I run towards him, getting stopped by Barry and Wells entering the room. 

I roll my eyes and walk towards them, "I hope you guys know that you just interrupted a vicious homicide." Harrison ignores me, used to my antics, but Barry was either slightly disturbed or amused by my recent words. Cisco slowly walks behind me, to make sure I was done with my bitch fit. I glare at him one last time and look towards Barry. "Greetings, Barold," I throw up a Vulcan salute. "Barold?", he questions. I slowly walk up to him with a threatening look. His eyes widen as he tries to over power my demeanor. "Do you have a flacking problem, Barold?", he shakes his head fast. I pat him on the chest, "Cool, cause I was just fucking with ya. Just trying out some groovy nicknames, man," I say while walking away and imitating a surfer dude on the last sentence. 

"She is an acquired taste," I hear Cisco explain as Barry furrows his brows at the girl. I whip around and narrow my eyes at Cisco, "Was my licorice an acquired taste, Francisco?" I turn back and drop into his spinny chair lazily, "What time is it? Franbitchco, when are we going home?" I take the comic book from his desk and gasp. He opens his mouth to answer, but I interrupt by turning the comic book towards him and angrily pointing a finger at it. Wells and Barry furrow the brows at the book, while  Caitlyn gasps quietly. "Sorry?", he smiles weakly. "I am going to fuck you up, Ramon," getting ready to run at him again. Caitlyn stands in front of him and says, "Why don't you go wait in the car and will talk some sense into him?" I narrow my eyes at him and point my fingers into my eyes and back to his, indicating that I would be watching him. I look back to Cait and nod, grabbing my sweater and phone. 

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Third POV:

The three watched the girl walk out of the building, Barry being very confused by the whole situation that just played out. Caitlyn gives Cisco a certain kind of a look and he nods. "Franbitchco?", asks Wells with an amused smile. Cisco's face turns into a fond smile as he stares at the ground, Caitlyn saying, "Yeah, that's a new one." Barry furrows his brows, "Are you guys together? I am so confused." Cisco looks at Barry, responding, "Yep, going on the big seven." "Seven years," Caitlyn clarifies, while shutting down her equipment. Barry's eyes widen and he looks at Cisco, who nods and turns to shut everything down to go home. Barry slightly nods, "I can see why." Cisco nods, "Yeah, she's a bit different than the stereotypical girl, but that's why we work." Caitlyn nods, "They were basically made for each other." As if on cue, Cisco puts three fingers up, starting the countdown. As Cisco put down the last finger, y/n came running in, seeing Cisco holding her bag out towards her, turning off all of the software's at the same time. She stomps angrily towards him and grabs her bag forcefully. Cisco ignores her as she walks back out. "Watch the carpet," calls Cisco. "I will," she sneers, tripping over said carpet.

After she was gone, Cisco turns to walk out the door, when she pokes her head back in. "Did you shut the downstair's software down?", she questions, looking toward her boyfriend. Cisco curses as he drops his bag and makes his way toward the door. "Why aren't they married after seven years?", asks Barry. "They say they don't really care about that, but I give it one more year," Caitlyn informs Barry, going to turn off the last light. "You can leave it on, I am going to be here for a while," Wells tells her. She nods, "Cisco, remember to order the tacos!!!!" She walks away after giving Cisco the reminder, but she was stopped by Barry. "How come you guys are so close?" She clears her throat uncomfortably, "Uh, she was my fiancé's little sister." Not saying anything further, she quickly walks out of the cortex. Cisco following closely behind on the phone with the take-out Mexican restaurant.

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Regular POV:

I sat in the car, reading through the new editions of my favorite comics, when Cisco scared the shit out of me by knocking on my window. Laughing, he unlocked the car and tossed our bags into the back seat. I ignore him as he starts the car and backs out. He looks at me, noticing the sour look on my face, he sighs. He tries to place a comforting hand on my thigh, but I shove it off and look out the window. "Seriously, your still mad?", he looks at me. I stay silent as I watch all the cars we pass in the carpool lane. "Look, I am sorry. I will never ever steal your licorice or read the new edition before you, ever again," he says glancing at her. She sighs and grabs his hand, smiling at him with hopeful eyes. "Can we get tacos?" He sighs in relief, "I already called." 

I look at him and wipe away my fake tears, "You know me so well." He chuckles as he pulls up to our apartment building. Walking up the stairs, I look towards him, "Did you record Battlestar Galactica?" He smirks at me and pulls a dvd from his satchel. Looking at it, I squealed in delight and skipped up the stairs. Later that night, Cisco and I were wrapped up on the couch. I pulled his arms off of me and walked towards the freezer, opening it with a gasp. "Franbitchco! Where the hell is my crunchy bunchy munchy!!!!!!"