Oh now go. Walk out the door. Just turn around now. You’re not welcome anymore. Weren’t you the one Who tried to break me with desire? Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh not I.
Woke up feeling radiant. Yesterday was my trauma anniversary and I spent time with so many beautiful wonderful people and took my self book shopping and had a piece of carrot cake after lunch to celebrate my survival. I also wrote a long thing about it and put it on facebook (I can post it here if anyone wants to read it) and the amount of support I received was astonishing. I really am so lucky and blessed to be alive.
Barry Allen taking the last piece of cake even when you called it.
“Barry! I told you this morning that I wanted to have it. Now, I have to survive the afternoon without the delicious cake. What do you have to say about that?” Barry shrugged his shoulders, looking at you apologetically. You groaned and lowered your head against his chest. “I wish you didn’t eat it, but I understand that you have to eat a bunch.”
“Sorry, Y/N… Hey! Wait, I’ll be right back.” Barry gently pushed you off him, then in a blink of an eye was gone. You smiled. You had an idea of where he had gone. In three minutes, Barry was back, grinning broadly, and you could tell that he was holding something behind his back. “Surprise!” Barry pulled a medium sized bundt cake out in front of him.
“Oh wow, my favorite!” You quickly grabbed the cake from his hands and set it down before jumping into Barry’s arms, pecking him with kisses. “Thank you so much! You’re the best, honestly.” Barry laughed and kissed your forehead.
“No, Y/N, you’re the best. I’m sorry that I ate your cake, so I hope this makes us even.” You rolled your eyes jokingly.
“You’re too sweet sometimes. Here, we can share.” You grabbed the cake and two forks as you headed over to the couch with Barry quickly following you. “I love you, Barry. Even when you do eat my cake.” You mumbled through devouring the delicious bundt cake.
“I love you too. I’ll buy you as many cakes as you want. As long as you’re happy.”
the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to
In the rafters after spending all night setting up for a concert.
the game they’d destroy everyone else at
Strip Poker. He’s either really good, or he’s cheating.. of course he’s cheating.
the emoticon they’d use most often
He can barely figure out this weird inter-dimensional phone Ford gave him. Let alone what all these weird little hieroglyph things Mabel keeps sending him are.
what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep
Snoring loudly from the rafters cause he’s now catching up on sleep.
their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.
Generally drinks his coffee sweetened with milk, but nothing beats a good hot cocoa with rainbow marshmallows and sprinkles made by his niece.
how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump
Dyes his hair a new colour and gets a matching manicure. What? Guy likes to feel like he looks good. Cheers him up.
what they wanted to be when they grew up
A famous adventurer
their favorite kind of weather
Good outdoor concert festival weather
thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)
Surprisingly decent. Not having picked up smoking like most Stans, he actually has a smoother voice than most (although he still runs on the Tom Waits gruff side of vocal range) with a slight tilt of an accent from years spent abroad in the UK in the 70s. Like most Stanleys though, he’s more of a yeller than a crooner.
Have I mentioned I’m exhausted? Because hahaha, I’m so exhausted my eyes can’t seem to focus anymore. Also my back hurts. Everything hurts, pretty much.
I’m just holding on to the fact that this coming week-end we’re doing Christmas at my parents’ house, and there’ll be a fire in the chimney and my sister will make her amazing homemade brioche and my mother will make hot chocolate so thick your spoon can stay up in the bowl. 🎄🍞☕
I made it through my day of plans on plans on plans
And I actually had a really great evening with Noelle and her mom and sister. We have dinner and wine and even had dessert and it just felt really nice and happy. The food was really hard but we laughed a lot and ate cake and i survived it.
It’s going to be a struggle not to restrict tomorrow but for tonight at least I feel like I can do it.