𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗.

〝it’s a 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫 world. . ℬetter pack your own 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻.〞 · .✷༄ ( CAITLIN SNOW. ) literate and descriptive portrayal of caitlin snow. cw verse. possible trigger warnings ahead. penned by #𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒

@PhasingRunner Brows furrow in suspicion, pale palms reaching for the heated mug and casing it between them. Caramel eyes flicker over her shoulder to face the speedster. ❛ What do you want . . ? ❜ Skeptical because this was an oddly sweet thing to do for no apparent reason.

Brings @WintryBelle hot cocoa. "Don't worry, it has marshmallows."

Nudges @ThereWasABeat toward the pile of blankets she had managed to locate throughout the building ; wholeheartedly expecting that he construct one of his legendary forts while she worked on snacks and beverages in the kitchen. ( * 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 ’𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚 . )

|:| OKAY, OKAY.

|:| no no,,, this was ( void ) pressure

@InfiniteRunner1 @ThereWasABeat Wait a minute— “I thought we’ve been over this.” Cue all of the stern etchings on her features. There was no way he’d tempt her by bringing a crate of alcohol into their workplace in the wee hours of the night. “-And in the lab, Barry? Really?”

@ThereWasABeat Gives a crate full of alcohol. "Were you thinking wine, vodka, beer, or just rubbing alcohol?"

He needs alcohol to cope.

I— this is so sad, these uwus 🥺

@InfiniteRunner1 — structure of your DNA changed in a way that we can’t really form a proper hypothesis about what’ll happen when you drink. . Well, other than the one we already gave to you. But — it’s not proven that you can’t get drunk, so. . We’re going.”

@InfiniteRunner1 The geneticist rolled almond colored optics in good nature ; gaze once again returning to the speedster. “Yes, of course I am. Contrary to what you may think, I 𝒄𝒂𝒏 control myself. It’s all about. . pacing.” On second thought, “For me, at least. The molecular —

✵ °༄ “Hey, @InfiniteRunner1, are you ready to test your drinking limitations now? For science. Of course.”

@CelerPedibus — toward the male to offer him a pointed stare.

@CelerPedibus — housed on the tray behind her figure. Securing them over two slender wrists, she lightly pats the cot as way of signifying where she wanted him to sit. “𝙄𝙛 you sit still, I don’t see why this should take any longer than usual.” She lightly scolded ; gaze wandering —

@CelerPedibus — upward to pose a challenge should he choose to deny her this. If he was going to continue to be reckless, then he was also consenting to additional checkups. It’s how she could cope with the ordeal — how she could be okay with it, if nothing else.

@CelerPedibus — features. A breath escaped her lungs, an admittedly somewhat soft glare being fixated on the lanky male. “Okay fine, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop monitoring you, Barry Allen. We’re going upstairs.” She stated matter-of-factly, perfectly plucked brows pitched —

@CelerPedibus — She cared about Barry ; she didn’t want to be unequipped the one time he was gravely hurt and needed assistance the most.

@CelerPedibus — many people she cared about. It was easy to shut down or ice everybody out, but she couldn’t lose Barry. Caitlin was his personal physician and his friend. It wasn’t quite as complicated as it sounded - on the contrary, it was quite easy - but, it did get messy sometimes. —