#itsflake

On the days that Barry doesn’t wake up at six at night he finds Ralph in the kitchen making breakfast. Wearing only his boxers plus the maroon tank-top that Barry loves and humming whatever song is on the radio. Barry walks to up to hug him from behind, placing his head on his shoulder. Ralph doesn’t say anything and continues to hum the song, My Mountain, while the smell of blue-berry pancakes fills Barry’s nose.

Once the pancakes are done Barry lets go and goes to sit at the table. The song on the radio changes to The Wrong Year and Barry finds himself humming along with Ralph. He almost doesn’t notice the plate being placed in front of him until Ralph sits at the other end of the table. While the table isn’t to big it’s to long for Barry because he stretches out his leg and pokes at Ralph’s leg.

“Sit next to me,” he says.

“I just sat down,” Ralph says as he gets up from his spot. “Next time I’m going to make you move.” Barry laughs and soon they’re both sitting side by side, legs touching in a comfortable silence as they eat pancakes.

Finishing before Ralph, Barry makes himself a little more comfortable as he places his head on Ralph’s shoulder. He smiles just as the radio’s next song plays, End & Start Again.

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you,” Barry says. “We should do this more often.”

“If someone would wake up every day on time then we could do it all the time.” Barry kicks Ralph’s leg and he laughs.

“Like you’re one to talk. Sometimes you sleep all day with me.”

“That I do,” says Ralph. “Which is why we should both fix our sleep schedules.” Thinking about it for a second Barry shakes his head at the thought.

“How about no.”

“Oh good, so you agree.” Barry leans up and places a kiss on Ralph’s cheek.

“Love you,”

guardian angel!Karl watching over Anders even after his death maybe?

Ralph watches Sue fret and pace around the office. She came over in the middle of the afternoon saying that something was wrong. What that something is Ralph is still trying to figure that out, but he has a guess that she’s fretting over a crush. From the way her face is flushed and all the mumbling about some oblivious idiot.

“You think it’s a sign of some medical condition?” Sue says. “Am I dying?” Ralph almost laughs at that, but he keeps it in.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself here,” he says. “I don’t think that’s what’s happening.”

“Then why am I feeling this…way!?”

“It would help if you specified.” Sue groans and paces around some more until she stands in the middle of the room. Hand on her chin and looking down at the table in thought.

“What’s the expression? Butterflies in your stomach?” she says. “I started feeling that around…someone and now it won’t go away.”

“So, you feel something special for this person?” Ralph asks. 

“I don’t know. All I know is that they give me butterflies and whenever I’m around them they make me feel…things.”

“That isn’t very helpful Sue. What do they look like?” Ralph asks. Sue mumbles something that Ralph can’t hear then she crosses the room to stand in front of him.

“Well…they’re handsome, tall, strong, nice, and sometimes an idiot.”

“If you mean Barry then we’re going to have to have a very long talk about this.” Sue groans then she does something unexpected. She uses her foot to move Ralph’s legs apart, puts her knee between Ralph’s them, and climbs onto the couch. Their faces are maybe only an inch apart. One of her hands grips the back of the couch as the other holds onto Ralph’s chin. He can feel his face flushing from the contact.

“You missed the part where I said strong Slick.”

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