Little excerpt from the new fic I’m working on
“No.” And still, he lied like breathing. “Now stop talking.”
“Or what?”
In a blink, Reverb had him pinned against a large pillar, pressing his cuffed wrists above his head.
Flush against his chest, Reverb was unwillingly reminded that this wasn’t the first time he had Barry Allen against a wall. And judging by the flush of this Barry’s cheeks, his mind went similar places.
Is this sexual tension? Did I do it right lol?
Also since it’s me this isn’t surprising but I promise you this fic is angsty as HELL (and also kind of dark, maybe? Whoops)











