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.
i love when fic authors are like “sorry this chapter is so long!!!” like okay that is the opposite of a problem
I SAID BRB GETTING FOOD
AND EVERYONE LEFT MY STREAM IN THAT 5 MINUTES
was that the master plan or

you discovered our plan
People ship me and Scara. omg I’m laughing so hard
it hurts. I’M NOT EVEN EMBRASSED, JUST AMUSED. LMAO


butlike omfg /chokes on laughter and dies
When people are still following me even though we barely share any fandoms and I know they’re probably just being polite. So uhm how you doin you okay you still hanging in there with all the random shit I post do u want a cookie or some coffee or soda or something, I can make hot chocolate uhm alright well have a good day, I appreciate you and your tolerance for my insanity
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