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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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namppa:

planning horrible headcanons with your friends but accidentally crossing the line like

granvas:

@smittenvigilantes is 10 followers away from 500 and you all should totally follow her because she’s one of the best human beings to exist on this shitty planet.

smittenvigilantes:

I know I know I KNOWWWW. I’ve been thinking about this a LOT since last night’s episode.

So what would it mean if the blinding was permanent? 

1) Either Barry is unable to fight crime altogether, or he’s gonna have to hone in some serious Daredevil shit to be able to do it - but even then, Matt Murdock had special powers that allowed him to do all the stuff he did without sight. Would Barry? Probably not. So, no crime fighting. 

2) Which means that he’d probably feel pretty useless, right? Oliver’s out there being a hero, protecting people, and Barry can’t do shit anymore because he can’t see a damn thing. Nobody needs him. Except that Oliver holds him at night and tells him that that’s bullshit, and that Oliver needs him. That his friends need him - his family. Tells him that he’s still his light, even if Barry’s sight is shrouded in darkness. 

3) Oliver coming home to Barry, and he’s just curled up on the couch hugging into a pillow, and Oliver reaches down to swipe the tears from his eyes. “What if I forget what you look like? What if I forget what my friends look like? My dad? Joe and Iris? I’m never going to see anyone again. I’m never going to see anything again.” - and of course, there’s not much Oliver can say to that - but he listens, and he holds Barry as he cries and strokes his hair in a soothing manner.  And then, of course, does his best to cheer Barry up, whatever it takes. Even if it involves listening to one of his dorky educational radio stations that Oliver holds no interest in (although he does enjoy the feeling of Barry lying with his head on his chest on the couch as they curl up together to listen, so there’s that). 

4) I could imagine Oliver getting really overprotective on the matter, too. Stays near Barry whenever possible - makes sure to scan every environment for possible threats - things that might harm Barry. Then again, he’d do that anyway. But now that Barry’s more vulnerable, Oliver’s extra cautious. 

5) I feel that this would make Joe warm to Oliver quite a bit once he sees the way that Oliver is intent on taking care of his son, and not even remotely concerned about any burden on himself. It just goes to show that Oliver Queen even loves stubbornly, and that’s definitely something that Joe can get on board with.

Overall, Oliver helping Barry cope and comforting him and just being there for him throughout the entire ordeal (alongside supportive friends and family, of course!) Eventually, he’ll learn to deal with it, because at the end of the day, there’s nothing more that can be done and hey, at least he’s still breathing. 

smittenvigilantes:

I HAD NO IDEA YOU LIKED ALLEN!TWINS. THIS IS A COMPLETELY NEW THING THAT I AM JUST LEARNING FOR THE FIRST TIME RIGHT NOW. (Okay, I might be playing up the sarcasm a little) SO. OKAY. HUNTERS IT IS. (I just went for job gone wrong, to be honest. Or, kind of. You’ll see what I mean.)

It all starts when their mother is murdered when they’re 11 years old. They have no idea, at the time, what the creature is. For all intents and purposes, it looks human – but the eyes. The eyes are black. No whites, no irises – just complete blackness all over.

Of course, no one believes Sebastian or Barry when they scream this to the police as their dad is being put into handcuffs and marched out the door, charged with the murder of Nora Allen.

They’re taken in by Joe West. He is a kind man – loving, and he does his best to raise the two boys as his own, alongside his daughter. For the most part, it’s great, but Joe, like everyone else, doesn’t believe the story that the twins tell him surrounding their mother’s death. All they have is each other, in that respect.

Eventually, as they approach the age of 15, they begin their research  - collecting newspaper clippings, stories from the internet – anything they can find, really, that suggests that supernatural creatures exist.

They end up tracking down a lead one day – something to do with a black-eyed woman killing people in the next town over. They don’t say anything to Joe, of course, which is pretty damn stupid, considering that they literally have no idea what they’re doing and manage to get themselves captured. The demon is seconds away from possessing Barry, Sebastian screaming and begging her to take him instead as he’s restrained by an older-looking male demon, when a bullet is fired right through the demon’s head from behind them, quickly followed by a bullet to the other demon.

In runs Joe – and as confused as the twins are to see them, they’re so fucking relieved. It’s not until later when they’re back home safe and sound (and grounded, of course) that Joe sits them down – explains to them that he’d been investigating their mother’s death since he’d taken the twins in. Tells them about how there are people who call themselves hunters – about how they work around the clock to keep people of the public safe. People who can’t protect themselves. Joe has been a hunter since he discovered them – taking up hunts whenever his job will allow him the time (he still has a house to pay for and three kids to feed, after all). The gun, he explains, was specially made for killing demons - the Colt, he calls it.

At first, he doesn’t allow the twins to join him on hunts. Outright refuses. But they manage to sneak their way in, anyway – either by tailing Joe or doing their own research to find cases. Eventually, Joe realises that they’re far too stubborn to stop – intent in getting justice for their parents. So Joe does the only thing he can – he trains them. Teaches them the lore – teaches them how to defend themselves. Takes them along with them, because at least this way, Joe can look out for them during hunts.

A playlist inspired by @smittenvigilantes​‘ 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge.

Tracklist

1. Angels | Mayday Parade - 2. Jet Black Heart | 5 Seconds of Summer
3. Promises and Empty Words | Scars on 45 - 4. Another Heart Calls | All-American Rejects
5. December | Neck Deep - 6. By Now | Marianas Trench
7. Closer | Cauterize - 8. Babel | Mumford & Sons
9. For a Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic | Paramore - 10. Ghost | Halsey
11. Green Eyes Make Me Blue | Dead Cool Dropouts - 12. I Don’t Deserve You | Dyke ft. Plumb
13. Iris | Sleeping With Sirens - 14. Little Lion Man | Tonight Alive
15. Remember Sunday | All Time Low - 16. Run | The Maine
17. She Is The Sunlight | Trading Yesterday - 18. Some Nights | Glee Cast
19. Stay The Night | State Champs - 20. Style | Taylor Swift 
21. You Can’t Break… | Kate Voegele - 22. The Wolf | Mumford & Sons
23. All To Myself | Marianas Trench - 24. Amnesia | 5 Seconds of Summer 25. Crash | You Me At Six

smittenvigilantes:

So apparently any time one set photos of my boys are released, I get cravings to write fluff drabbles. Here you go - have an Olivarry coffee date. 

Barry bites down on his lower lip, eyes focused on the warm cup in his hand as he listens to the older man talk.

He’s not sure when this became a thing – them meeting up for coffee – but over the past few months, it’s been happening more and more.

At first, they’d talk talk business – trade tips, discuss metas, problems, missions – but now it’s at the point where it’s just the two of them hanging out. And for the most part, it’s fine – it’s all friendly banter and light-hearted talk, the usual give and take that he’s come to expect when they’re alone together.

But there are times – times like this one, right now – when Barry finds himself wondering if there’s more to it than just two friends catching up. He wonders if Oliver feels the same way as they walk side by side, their shoulders bumping together – if the wide stretch to the older man’s grin and the crinkles that frame his eyes as Barry makes a quip about having to walk slow because of Oliver means something. He wonders if his heart skips a beat every time Barry’s does when the other laughs.

“Is this a date?” The words tumble from his lips before he can stop them, and Oliver freezes beside him – stops in his tracks and turns to gaze at Barry, who ducks his head, cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Of course it’s not a date. Of course not. He’s such an idiot. Why would Oliver Queen, billionaire and vigilante badass, want to date someone like Barry? He’s hardly got anything to offer, apart from his abilities. Sure, he has a great job, but to someone like Oliver, he might as well be paid in buttons. He can’t cook, can’t bake, lives with his adoptive father, spends what little free time he has curled up in front of his television indulging in Netflix binges. He is, in every sense of the word, a loser.

Plus, he’s still not entirely sure if Oliver’s into guys. There’s been a couple of times when he thought he caught the older’s eyes trailing over him, almost as though he’s trying to commit his frame to memory, but in all honesty, Barry’s pretty certain that he’s making it all up in his own head.

It seems like hours – but in reality, is probably only seconds – before Oliver lets out a chuckle, and turns to Barry. Barry avoids his gaze, until Oliver’s fingers skim his chin, tilting Barry’s face so that he has no choice but to look directly at him.

“You know, I was starting to wonder the same thing myself,” Oliver tells him, lips curving into a smirk. “But it’s a pretty poor excuse for a date, don’t you think?”

So. Not a date. Barry tries not to let his heart sink at that. But he searches Oliver’s eyes for any trace of awkwardness, or any sign of discomfort, but all he can read is a warmth radiating towards him. He swallows thickly, and waits for the other man to continue.

“Here’s what I propose. We finish these coffees, go back to my apartment, and load up Netflix and pretend that we’re going to watch something. But, in all honesty, I can’t promise I’m not going to get distracted by your lips.” At the words, Oliver’s eyes dart down, and Barry’s cheeks flush.

“Yeah?” Barry quips in return, but his voice trembles from the nerves. “Well, I- I can think of a way to solve that.”

They’re drifting closer, to the point where Oliver’s mouth is hovering just near his own, and he can feel the older man’s breath ghost over his lips.

“You can, huh?” Oliver asks, and is it Barry, or is there a slight tremble to Oliver’s voice, too?

“I mean, we could always distract each other with lips right now, and then we can pay attention to-”  He doesn’t quite get to finish what he’s saying, because before he knows it, Oliver’s lips are on his own, fingers brushing over his cheek in a gentle caress, and Barry lets out a soft groan on contact.

He’s thought about this often – for a long, long time. How Oliver would taste, how he would feel – would he be gentle? Rough? Desperate? None of the above? But somehow it’s all of those things and neither at the same time. It’s like a carefully choreographed dance – their lips moving in sync, tongues stroking together, tasting one another, and Barry attempts to pour everything into it – all of the longing, the attraction, the admiration that’s been building since before his accident – that seems to grow more and more by the day. In return, Oliver gives just as much as he does, and he finds himself optimistic that perhaps Oliver has thought about this moment as often as he has.

They break apart, and Barry can’t help the grin his lips spread into as he gazes back at the older man, who’s expression matches his own.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Oliver tells him, “I’m still not really convinced that I’ll be able to pay attention to a movie.”

As it turns out, Oliver’s right, of course. Some romcom that they’ve never seen before, nor hold any interest in, plays in the background when they’re back at Oliver’s apartment, and as far as the two men are concerned, there might as well be nothing. It’s all lips and tongues and bare flesh as their clothes fall away piece by piece until Oliver mumbles into Barry’s lips that perhaps they should move their business to the bedroom – and Barry can’t really find a reason to say no.

smittenvigilantes:

Well that was an emotional rollercoaster. Excuse me while I go curl up and cry in a corner now.

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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