First Day of Vacation: Productive but Existentially Exhausting
Walked the dog I’m dogsitting
Went to the bank
Bought groceries (aka a lot of kombucha, a pie, breakfast supplies)
Got sad out of nowhere just feeling very lonely and trying to combat the very sure voice in my head saying “Listen you’re going to be forever alone. You don’t have to like it but you have to come to terms with it.”
Dealt with the voice by buying a cute crop top and flannel shirt
Hatched a 2K pokemon egg on the second walk of the day with the dog
Cleaned the kitchen and watched Stranger Things
Tried to work to avoid the realization that I am afraid of and ashamed of the fact that I don’t know how to date and that the entire ordeal of dating and romantic relationships exhausts and scares me but the prospect of being always alone makes me equally sad and scared.
Word Count: 2k+ Rating: T+ Pairing: Barry Allen/Iris West (Westallen) Summary: It’s a battle of wills when Iris proposes something to Barry that he absolutely does not want to do. Whose will is stronger?
Barry had walked through the door of the home he shared with his
and saw candles lit all
around the room, creating a
dim romantic atmosphere, he
knew that love of his life was definitely
up to something. He
had even prepared himself for a surprise when he saw said love seated
sofa with a bright smile on her lips. Such preparation was little
help, however, when he had seated himself beside her and she had
dropped her particular bombshell on his lap because he still found
himself feeling completely caught off guard by the words that left
got to be kidding me! No! There’s no freaking way that I’m going to
allow that to happen!” His response came
out in a booming voice that was meant to be authoritative and firm,
but that, of course did little to stop Iris from countering.
not, Iris. My answer
is no, and that’s final!”
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The pair of
your shared a quick glance as you both simultaneously apologized. You looked
away from Jungkook, clearing your throat.
The rest of
the journey back to your hotel was filled with silence, it wasn’t
uncomfortable, but the glances that Jungkook sent you made you feel like
jumping out the car window.
believe that, one, you thought he was cheating when in actual fact he was just
drunk, and two, that you overreacted. You physically cringed at your
embarrassing actions, causing Jungkook to give you a strange look.
Jungkook didn’t puke until the both of you reached your hotel room. As he was
leaned over the toilet puking his guts out, you went to grab a cloth and water
bottle. When you returned, Jungkook was still hunched over the toilet.
the cloth before handing it over to him, causing him to cast you a thankful
look. As he shakily stood up, you held onto him, his arms wrapping tightly around
As soon as
Jungkook’s head landed on the soft pillow, he immediately shut his eyes and
went to dreamland. You on the other hand, got a trashcan and set it next to him
before leaving the hotel to go get some medicine and crackers for the hangover
he was going to experience the next morning.
Peggy’s nephew never showed up so Steve was going through the list of
people who visited his apartment. He took your file with two hands and
sighed. He had to admit that out of all the women he saw, you were the
one he enjoyed the most.
Gathering his strength, he picked up his phone
and called you. After six months of living in a rat-hole, you were
excited to find a proper place and once the paperwork was signed you
took Bucky’s old room. You spent the entire day moving stuff
around your room with Pietro and his sister Wanda.
Steve left your keys
on the kitchen table and by the end of the day, you really felt at home.
Pietro and Wanda were slumped on the sofa, resting while you paid the
delivery man. Steve came back from work, he agreed to spend the evening
with you and your friends so you would get to know each other.
didn’t last long, most of the pizza was gone within a few minutes and
after an hour of laughing and chatting, your friends were returning
home. Steve was as awkward with Wanda as he was with you but he seemed
to relax a bit after a while. Once you closed the door behind your
friends, you realised you were completely alone with Steve for the very
“So,” You rubbed your arms nervously. “I’m gonna go to bed, I had a long day.” You smiled at him.
WARNINGS: Fluff and light smut, oral (female receiving)
Request from @theoneandonlysaucymo : So im at work ew, but could use some fluffy steve. Like maybe reader has been working a bit too much and steve thinks she needs a break from it all. It could get steamy too not opposed since she has been ignoring him some for work. Love your blog ♡
This was a little bit shorter than I expected it t be, but I tried my best with the fluff and I threw in a little bit of smut as well :)
GIF NOT MINE
Wearing heels was possibly the worst decision you made today. You limped into your apartment slamming into the wall as you ripped the small torture devices off your feet. Wincing as the hard wood floor came into contact with your sensitive skin you hobbled into the kitchen. Working at Stark Enterprises meant not only sacrificing your body to the strict office dress code. It also meant sacrificing your time, a lot of your time. Lately it felt like you spent more time at work than you did at home. But it was a Friday night and that meant you had two days, two whole glorious days just to yourself and Steve.