A/N: Prompt from reallybuckybarnes "Bart having severe arachnophobia and getting Jaime to kill the spiders." Please leave a review if you have any feedback!

The air was thick was the aroma of freshly steeped coffee, and the weight of the mug was comfortable and warm in his hands. From their apartment, he could see the city skyline, a myriad of uniform pink and bold golden hues. This early in the morning, there was an aura of calm that enveloped the city. Only later, when the rumble of cars reverberated through the streets, and children's laughter carried from the enarby playground, would the almost unearthly stillness be shatter—

"Jaime ohmygodyouhavetokillit!" Bart exclaimed, launching himself at Jaime.

And the stillness was shattered, by possibly the loudest thing their city had to offer: Bart Allen. Jaime grunted as his boyfriend tackled him, and his coffee sloshed onto the linoleum floor. Bart's legs hugged his waist, and Jaime staggered a bit from the weight. It wasn't that Bart was heavy; more that he was awkward to carry, especially since he'd all but lunged at Jaime.

"Bart."

"Ewit'ssogrossitwascrawliongupmylegand eww! Youhavetokillit!"

"Bart," Jaime complained, injecting a note of irritation into his voice. "Slow down. I can't even hear what you're saying." Despite the voice processor Khaji Da had that was capable of slowing down Bart's rate of speech, speed talking was possibly the most annoying trait the speedster possessed. So the problem wasn't so much that Jaime couldn't understand Bart's manic rush of syllables; it was that he was shrieking in his ear and Jaime hadn't even had his morning coffee yet.

"There was a spider and it had eight legs and it was so gross and ohmygod Jaime, you need to kill it, now!"

"Seriously? Don't they have bugs in the future?"

"Uh, no, the Reach sprays, like, everything with pesticides. That's why just about nothing grows except for their Reach produce." Bart's nose wrinkled in disgust. The past had way better food.

"So you have a fear of all bugs?" Jaime inquired, mildly surprised. He and Bart had been living together for a few months, and this was the first time any mention of his fear of spiders had come up.

Blushing, Bart leaned close to his ear and murmured, "Well, I don't so much mind beetles anymore." He pulled his head back a bit and he and Jaime shared a grin. Jaime had about two seconds to admire the soft curve of Bart's lips, before Bart went limp. Jaime almost dropped him, and it was really either Bart or his coffee mug, so his grip on the drink slackened.

"Bart!"

"Sorry, butIwasjustthinkingaboutthespider again and it was so gross!"

This time, Jaime did drop him. "Fine. I'll go kill the spider and you'll clean this up," he said, gesturing to the puddle of spilled coffee and ceramic shards from the broken mug. With that, Jaime turned on his heel with a slight scowl, while the scarab began listing the most effective ways of terminating the spider.