smittenvigilantes:

Summary: It’s been two hours since they started fighting, and neither Barry nor Oliver can’t even remember what the initial argument was about. All Barry knows is that Oliver is in the wrong, and Barry’s hardly going to apologise for it.

Words: 2,388

Rating: Explicit

“You know, when you think about it, this is your fault, really.”

Barry rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s been two hours since they started fighting – one and a half hours since Cisco called about the meta on the loose – and if he’s being completely honest with himself, he can’t even remember what the initial argument was about. All he knows is that Oliver is in the wrong, and Barry’s hardly going to apologise for it.

Before he can even whip out a retort, though, another crack of lightning is sent in Oliver’s direction, and Barry moves in the speed of light, knocking his husband out of harms way and onto the floor, before whirling to meet the eyes of the meta. “Do you mind? You’re kinda interrupting something here,” he quips, although he doesn’t quite feel the humour of it himself, so he can’t really blame the guy for not showing any amusement on his expression.

“I’m not so sure he appreciated your joke, Bar.” Oliver grumbles, struggling to his feet without even a thank you for saving his damn life.

“Alright, look, we can stand here and argue, or we can actually deal with this guy and go home. Your choice, Oliver.”

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steakpanties:

u should always wear oversized sweaters bc when ur in an uncomfortable situation u can just kind of pull ur entire body into it and hide from the world until the danger passes, also if u want to, u can pretend ur a turtle

smittenvigilantes:

Steff. Steff, I swear to god. YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS MY WEAKNESS, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. 

The last time Sebastian and Barry had spoken, it had ended on bad terms.

It was Sebastian’s fault, really. He’d been itching for a fight that night – had enough alcohol in his system to get an entire frat party buzzed. Which is why he had even less of a filter than usual as he stumbled home at 3am, only to be accosted by Barry in the living room.

It was fine, at first. His brother was only trying to make sure that he was okay – to make sure that he was going to drink some water, and to see if he needed any help getting to bed, but Sebastian had lashed out under the attention – aimed for where it hurt. Called him a freak – told him that no one believed his stupid stories about their mother’s case, and that Barry had made it all up to cope with the fact that he couldn’t deal with being the son of a murderer. Had told Barry to grow the fuck up.

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