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“Barry turn the camera off I’m sleeping” 😑 “But you look so pretty” 😋

Drabble 7 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - 4 Days Left!

(A couple minutes late again, but here you go! Enjoy!)

Iris West-Allen loves her husband. She really, truly does.

She loves how he takes care of her when she’s pregnant; howhe’s gentle with her and catering to her every need. How he’ll find freshwatermelon in the middle of the night and doesn’t tease her when she goesthrough three half-gallons of mint chocolate chip ice-cream a week. She lovesthat he massages her feet and doesn’t use his speed to carry her around whenthe occasion arises because he knows it makes her nauseous.

If she had to choose from all the men in the world, shewould still pick Barry Allen. And not because he’s the Flash, but because he’shim. She wouldn’t trade him for anyone.

It’s just sometimes, occasionally, his enthusiasm todocument every moment of her pregnancy is a touch annoying.

His latest kick is video-taping everything. Even the grossstuff. She hates it. Absolutely detests that her worst moments have beenrecorded, and she has no idea where he keeps the tapes. She’s 95% sure he’dnever show it to anyone – though that does beg the question why he’d want tokeep that footage for himself too.

And right now, right at this exact moment, she is exhausted,and she is trying to sleep. He’s beside her in bed. And okay, normally she’dfind him watching over her endearing, like her protector is there watching overher, and her lover is there basking in the love between them and how much headores her.

But it’s neither this time. It’s for his frickin’documentary.

“Barry, turn the camera off. I’m sleeping.” Her eyes remainclosed.

“But you look so pretty,” he says, and there’s somethingabout the way he says it that makes her open her eyes.

He’s not cooing annoyingly. There isn’t the slight shiftthat comes with him adjusting the camera in his hands. It’s just soft.Romantic, even. And she needs an explanation.

She melts when their eyes meet. The camera is probablynearby, and maybe he snuck it away as soon as she responded so there would beno evidence of his complete lack of subtlety.

“Where’s the camera?” she asked, only distantly aware thatshe sounds more breathy than condescending.

“On the table.” He gestures to where the alarm clock sits,and she faintly sees the dark object just beyond it.

“Were you filming me?”

“I was.”

“Why aren’t you filming me now?”

His expression softens further, and she’s reminded of justhow in love she is with this man and how in love he is with her. For all therecent irritation he’s caused her with that damn camera, he’d do anything forher. He’d choose her over anyone. How can she not love and appreciate a manlike that?

He reaches over and brushes a lock of hair out of her face.

“I wanted it to be just us.”

She’s complete goo. There’s no point in denying it.

“I love you, Iris West-Allen,” he says gently, tracing thecurves of her face with his finger, brushing the back of his fingers down hercheek.

She’s speechless, watching him as his eyes wander over her.

“I love you, too,” she manages, and their eyes meet.

All the stars in the night sky couldn’t match the beautybetween them there.

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‘What do you mean you took the twins on a run?!’

Drabble 6 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - 5 Days Left!

(OMG. This is the furthest thing from a drabble ever. Almost 2,000 words. Def going to have to upload as a one-shot too. Lmao. Enjoy!)

Iris stood at the kitchen sink doing dishes, a smile on herface as she scrubbed away and then set each dish on the nearby towel to dry.

It wasn’t that she was particularly in love with doing dishes– or cleaning for that matter. Barry didn’t excessively use his speed outsideof his superhero duties, but when he was home he often did do whatever cleaningwas necessary at super speed, and she was incredibly grateful for it.

He’d been gone all day though, and the twins were still inschool. They both had extracurriculars after school, and the sun was startingto set. She’d taken a step back long ago to being front and center in STARLabs, so she didn’t know what crimes or near-crimes had the Flash and BarryAllen stepping in that day. Regardless, his day was obviously a long one. Shefigured the least she could do was the household chores she usually left tohim.

And besides, her life was really good. She had anattractive, amazing, superhero husband who looked at her every day as if he wasfalling in love with her all over again. She had two beautiful speedsterchildren, who thankfully listened to their parents and didn’t use their speed publicly– at least not yet. And she had a thriving investigative journalism career. Shehad a handful of great, loyal, brilliant friends, and three amazing siblings,as well as the best father in the world. While she didn’t believe herself trulyin need of a mother any longer, Cecile West had become what felt like a veryendearing, protective older sister. Probably the closest thing to a mom she hadafter Francine died, and before that too if she was being honest.

Her life was so full. In quiet moments like these, it waseasy to smile.

The whoosh behind her caused her hair to float around hershoulders. She quickly dried her hands and turned around, eager to greet herhusband and plant a kiss on his weary face.

But that was not who she saw when she turned around.

“Don?”

His eyes were alight with excitement. Before he couldrespond though, his sister sped into the room.

Sped. Using super speed.

“Dad took us on a run!”

Iris’ eyes widened and then narrowed, because a beat laterBarry was in front of her, looking flushed with groceries in his arms.

“Hey, Iri-” His face fell when he saw the look his wife wasgiving him.

“Nora told her!” Don burst out. Nora smacked him. “Ow!”

“So, it’s true,” Iris said.

“Kids.” Barry gestured, and they both sped away.

“No, let them stay. They should hear what their fa-”

But the kids were gone before she finish her sentence,further infuriating her.

“I took them on a run,” Barry admitted slowly.

Iris’ eyes blazed furiously. She knew it already from whatNora had said, but she was hoping it had been a lie to get her father introuble. She should’ve known better. Nora was a daddy’s girl.

“What do you mean you took the twins on a run?!”

“Just to do a few errands,” he said hurriedly, setting the grocerybag down on the counter so he wouldn’t end up losing items from his armsflailing about. “No crime scenes or anything like that. Central City has beenpretty crime-free this afternoon.”

She glared at him. Hasit now.

“I was tied up at CCPD doing forensic stuff all morning, butthen I picked up the kids from school and thought I’d surprise them.”

“I thought they had extra curriculars,” she said.

He shrugged. “The kids said they were cancelled for the day.”

“Did they say this before or after you announced you’d bespeeding around the city all afternoon?”

He opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, then aworried expression crossed his face, followed by a guilty one when he met hereyes again.

“Oops?”

She sighed. “Barry, we talked about this.” She ran a handthrough her hair.

“I know.” He followed suit. “I’m sorry. I thought it wouldbe fun.”

“What would be fun? The kids don’t have suits. If anybody –literally anybody – spotted them when they stood still for even a second andconnected the dots, the news would spread. Eventually your enemies would becometheir enemies, and our kids’ lives would be in danger.”

“I know, I know…you’re right.”

“Am I?”

“Yes…” He sighed.

“Then, why would you do this?”

He shrugged, not saying anything.

“No, you have an opinion. Tell me what it is.”

“I don’t know, Iris. It’s a…”

“Speedster thing?” She raised an eyebrow. He flushed. “I wasa speedster once too, you know.”

“Yeah, but like…for a day.And years ago.”

She crossed her arms, daring him to continue.

“Listen, Iris, I’m not-” He took a breath and tried again. “Youused your speed right away when you got it, right? Like, within the hour.”

She nodded. “Yeah, so?”

“I did too. And I didn’t do it just in private. I mean, whatcould I possibly do that would be that fun? Eat really fast? Vibrate my voice?Brush my teeth at mach speed?”

“I assume you have a point.”

“Nora and Don have had speedster genes since the moment theywere born. They’re seventeen, and they haven’t been on a run before. I know it’sfor their safety, and I don’t want anything to happen any more than you do. But…there’sa difference between running in circles in the speed lab at STAR Labs andracing through the city, feeling the wind in your face, aware of all of yoursenses. Just you and the road, it’s…paradise.”

Iris sighed softly, feeling herself caving.

“To be deprived of that for as long as they have? I can’timagine how…devastating that is. Especially when they see me not being deprivedof that on a daily basis.”

“You’re the Flash!” she burst out.

“And they’re the Flash’s kids,” he responded.

She said nothing.

He came to her, running his hands up and down her arms.

“Look, all I’m saying is that maybe…”

“We ask Cisco to construct them suits?”

“He’d love it.”

“I don’t want them getting distracted with being superheroesyet, Barry. I want them to graduate high school first. And can’t they like…Idon’t know, run where no one can see them?” She paused before adding, “That isn’tSTAR Labs?”

He grinned slowly. “Like out in the country maybe?”

“There are fields…hills… They could practice running onwater on the lakes out there.”

His smile was immovable. “Look at you wanting our childrento be speedsters in public.”

“In an isolated public!” she cried. “And I thought youwanted them protected too!”

“I do,” he said. “I definitely do.”

“But?”

“But I relate to them as a speedster too, Iris, not just asa dad.” He shrugged. “Just…imagine having the need to move all the time andbeing forced not to because everyone around you doesn’t share that feeling, andyou might be in danger if you try anything.”

She considered that.

“They don’t do anything because we tell them not to, buttheir insides are screaming. You should’ve seen how excited they were when Ijust suggested it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure they were.” She pursed her lips. “Okay. Theycan go on runs in the country, every day if they want, but…they have to atleast have a mask. Just in case.”

He grinned. “Sounds good to me.”

She rolled her eyes and brought his face down to hers.

“You’re impossible,” she said, and sealed her words with akiss.

“Is it safe to come down yet?” Don called from the top ofthe staircase.

“Only if you want to make dinner!” Iris called back.

Neither of the children appeared.

“I guess you’re on your own, Mr. Allen,” she said, leaningback against the countertop.

“I think I can handle myself,” he said, piling all theingredients up that made for his wife’s favorite dish concocted by GrandmaEsther.

Her eyes widened, and he met them knowingly.

“Seriously?”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You are- You are-”

She pulled him to her and jumped onto him, wrapping her legsaround his waist.

“Was this your back-up plan if I didn’t cave to your wishes?”

He shrugged innocently. “This and one other thing.”

Her jaw dropped, and she laughed, then latched her lips ontohis again.

“Still impossible. So totally, unbelievably impossible.”

He smiled into the kiss, bracing them against the nearest hardsurface, which just so happened to be the fridge. Iris gasped, breaking away.

“Ah- It’s cold.”

He smirked. “I know what’s not.” His eyes darkened.

“Barry.” Her voice dropped. “The kids are right upstairs.And they’re not little anymore.”

He lowered his lips to hers. “Then you better be quiet.”

She gasped, but he swallowed it. Their kisses grew moreintense, until she was aching for him inside of her and any thought of theirchildren was the farthest from her mind.

Twenty minutes later, Don entered the kitchen.

“Hey, Dad, Nora and I were wondering when din-”

And then he was gone, breathing hard when he returned to hissister’s room.

“Well? What did they say?” Nora asked, scooting to the edgeof their bed. “Are you okay?”

She got up to go to the door, since he wasn’t responding,and frankly, she was hungry. He barred the exit with his arm, and she looked athim, confused.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t go down there,” he managed.

“Why?”

“They’re not finished,” he said, looking traumatized.

“With dinner?”

“With each other.”

Her eyes widened as his meaning dawned, and she sat back onher bed. She hadn’t seen what her brother had walked into, but somehow theimage was clear as day in her mind.

“Oh…my God.”

“Don? Nora?”

The twins exchanged horrified looks.

“…yeah?” Don shot out hesitantly.

“Did you want…take-out?”

The both sighed in relief.

“Yeah, that’s fine!” he called back.

A beat of silence, then from Barry, “You want to get ityourself?”

Giddy with delight, their parents’ compromising positionforgotten, both Nora and Don were out of there in a flash.

Iris scolded Barry as soon as they left, accusing him ofusing her desire for him against her.

“It’s the last time, I promise!” he said, laughing.

She smacked him, and he feigned hurt.

“I doubt it,” she mumbled, but they finished what they’dstarted and were fully composed by the time their children had returned.

As if their teenage son hadn’t caught them having sexagainst the refrigerator before Barry had so much as done anything besidestaken the ingredients out of the grocery bag.

“It’ll still be good tomorrow,” he reasoned.

Iris didn’t complain.

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Yayyy thanks! And it was “OMG BARRY YOU DIDNT CLOSE THE DOOR”

Drabble 11 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - Day of Premiere

(for the very insistent anon, an additional drabble :P - ENJOY! :D)

She pulled him into her old bedroom and pinned him with alook that told him she meant business.

“Iris, What’s goin-”

“Barry, we need to talk about this.”

“About what?”

“This!” She gestured between the two of them. “Whatever’sbeen happening here, it’s not working.”

His face paled, and he swallowed hard.

“What…what do you mean it’s not- I mean, I thought you said-”

“No, no, no, it’s not that. What we have going is great. Oursecond first date was a success. All is well in the romance department.”

“Well then what?”

She took a deep breath, preparing. “The sex.”

“What?” he squeaked.

“The sex,” she repeated. “We’re having some communicationissues, and it’s never gonna get better unless we clear them up.”

“Okay…”

“Right now.”

His eyes widened, and he glanced over at her long agoabandoned bed.

“What- You don’t mean??”

“Yep. My dad isn’t home, and this is the only bed I know forsure isn’t being used.”

“I…see.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Don’t be nervous,” she soothed, pulling him to the bed.

“What is there…to be nervous about?” he muttered to himself.

She’d stripped before he’d gotten a hold of himself, and hehad to blink to remind himself seeing Iris naked was normal, since they weretogether.

“Babe.” She snapped her fingers, so he’d look her in theeyes. “Focus.”

His lips twitched. “Right.”

He got rid of his own clothes, pulling the condom from thewallet tucked into his pocket and sheathed himself.

“So. Communication issues you were saying.”

“Right.” She beamed. “When I say touch me, I don’t mean thisdainty little brush of the skin thing you’ve been doing where I can barely feelyour hand on me. It’s like you think I’m so fragile I can’t handle a more solidgrip.”

He swallowed. “But you are.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I mean…you’re exquisite, Iris.”

That gave her chills. “I appreciate you think so, Barry. But…canI tell you something?”

“Mhmm.” He said, ordering his erection to not get too pushybefore they were on the bed.

“Ever since I realized I had feelings for you and was safeto have them, I’ve been…pretty hot and bothered whenever you’re around.”

“Really?” He was starting to sweat.

“Mhmm. And even when you’re not. If I just think of you. In fact…I’vebeen getting off to the visual of you fucking me for months now.”

He shuddered as she pressed her lips to his chest, then ranher hands up it, smoothing over his shoulders and then settling around hisneck.

“You’re so hot, Barry. I should’ve let my hormones get thebest of me when we were seventeen instead of ignoring them for as long as I did.”

His eyes widened. “You mean-”

She nodded, smiling into his mouth as she pulled him downfor a passionate kiss. They fell down onto the bed, tangled up in each other.And when Iris moved his hands to her waist, hips, ass, breast…he squeezed alittle harder, and she loved it.

Then, juuust before he entered her, they heard a littlecreak coming from the doorway, which was at least halfway open now.

“Oh my God, Barry! You didn’t close the door?!”

Unadvertently, she pushed him off the bed. Barely catchinghimself, he sped-dressed himself quickly and peeked out into the hall.

“I didn’t see anything!” Joe said, refusing to look back atthem. “You just do what you do. Sex, making out, cuddles, whatever you want.”

Barry sighed, closed the door and looked back at Iris, whohad pulled some of the blanket around her front should her father come bargingin.

“I thought you said he wasn’t home,” Barry said, mortified.

Iris giggled. “I thought he wasn’t.”

He shook his head at her, breaking out in a smile andtackled her to the bed.

“No-no-no, Barry, we can’t do it now. Not with my dad rightdown the hall.”

“Oh, look at you, thinking I still want to have sex withyou.”

Her jaw dropped open, and he proceeded to tickle her untilshe could barely breathe. Finally, he stopped and got to his feet.

“I’ll pick you up at eight for dinner.”

“So, you’re just going to leave me here, all hot andbothered?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re still in the mood?”

She flushed, embarrassed. “Well, I mean, not if you’re not,I guess.”

He chuckled then flashed them to her apartment.

“Okay, Miss West,” he said, cupping her face in his hands,then kissing her unexpectedly. “Let’s try this again.”

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“you just want to fuck around , Barry “

Drabble 4 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - 7 Days Left!

(This one took a little longer to figure out, but I think I got it!)

Iris gathered together all her notes and shoved them intoher binder. She looked over her shoulder at Barry reading something intently onhis tablet and decided to take the plunge. She scooted her chair back, steppedup and rounded the couch, standing in front of him expectantly.

Eventually, Barry looked up at her, evidently expecting herto have just sat down next to him and cuddle up.

“Barry…” She licked her lips. “We need to talk.”

He frowned, but the corner of his lips twitched. He set histablet aside.

“That sounds serious.”

She sat down beside him, one leg beneath her and, aftermeeting his amused gaze, opened her very full, very messy binder. His eyeswidened at the sight.

“I think I’m missing something.”

He glanced down at it. “You sure about that, Iris? Lookslike you fit just about everything in there.”

She let that slide. His attempt at humor would not get the better of her.

“It’s a lot, yeah, but I took everything out and shoved itback in, and I feel like something’s missing.”

“Okay… Like what?”

She shrugged and started to flip through pages.

“I don’t know. I’ve got the wedding food, wedding cake, bridesmaids,groomsmen, their wedding wear, the venue, the caterer, the photographer…”

“The wedding singer?” he offered.

Her eyes lit up. “The entertainment for the reception!” shecheered. “Of course.”

She flipped around, couldn’t find that page, then bit herlip worriedly.

“Do you remember who…”

“Me?” he suggested, only half-teasing.

Still, she felt heat sweep through her whole body,remembering when he’d specifically told her he wanted to sing their proposalsong to her during the reception.

“That’s for one song, Barry,” she mumbled. “Not the wholenight.”

He shrugged. “It could be for more.”

She looked up at him, trying to gauge if he was joking ornot.

“I could sing rock…jazz…hip-hop…rap…” He made an attempt tobeatbox, and she cringed.

“Barry, no, don’t-”

“I could tap dance.” He sprung to his feet and gave her ashow of what he’d done with Kara in Music Meister’s world he’d trapped them in.“Or breakdance!” He got down on the floor and did an impressive worm, causingher jaw to drop. Then he got to his feet. “I got be a mime…” He started. “Or dosome sort of…interpretive dance.”

She laughed when he attempted that last one, making him stopand grin at her.

“You just want to fuck around, Barry,” she accused.

Instead of verbally responding, he returned to the couch andheld out his hand to her. She glanced down at it, felt a little bit like theJasmine to his Aladdin, and accepted the hand given to her.

He swept her up off her feet, so they were safely away fromall the furniture, and began the smooth, romantic dance Iris not so secretlyadored.

“The waltz,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his, fallingin love with him all over again.

He smiled and continued to dance until they both got alittle dizzy from spinning so much. By the time they finally sat down, Irisonly belatedly glanced at the overpacked binder. She sighed inwardly, wonderingif she had the strength to bring up the topic again.

“Tomorrow,” Barry said, interrupting her thoughts as gentlyran the back of his fingers along her cheek.

Her eyes met his again, and she smiled in return. She slidher hand up his arm and pulled him to her when her fingers met his elbow. Inone smooth movement his lips were on hers, and he was surrounding her, all ofhim, pressing her down into the soft pillows on the arm of the couch.

“Okay, tomorrow,” she allowed, and succumbed to his kisses.

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Drabble idea prompt Barry: ‘Iris, are you drunk?’ Iris: *sways* ‘no’

Drabble 3/8 Days till The Flash season 5 - here we go!

The insistent knocking woke him up at half past two in themorning. He was glad Cisco was gone for the weekend or he most definitely would’vestarted groaning and thrown a pillow at him before Barry managed to get his legstangled out of his sheets long enough to get to the door.

Glancing into the peep hole before opening the door, Barrywas surprised by what he found there.

“Hey, Iris,” he said, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Barry!” she cheered, holding an empty bottle of wine in theair as she leaned precariously on her heels, gripping the doorframe forsupport.

“Iris, are you drunk?��

She looked up at him, scandalized.

“What? No!” She swayed.

He caught her before she fell over, then looked up and downthe hall to make sure no one had emerged from their rooms to complain about herloud off-pitch declaration. Then he pulled her inside.

“Whoaaa.”

She giggled, almost tripping over herself. She would have ifhe hadn’t still been holding her so assuredly.

When he stepped back, she couldn’t meet his eyes, but shewas smiling.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide what to do.She wouldn’t hand over the bottle to him, so instead he got down on one knee toundo her strappy heels.

“Aww, Barry, you shouldn’t have?”

He glanced up at her, confused, then registered how hisposition looked – especially to a very drunk Iris West. Without a word, evenafter her gasp of exclamation, he picked her up and took her to the couch inhis living room.

“You’re so sweet, Barry,” she cooed after he’d set her downan draped a blanket over her.

“That’s me,” he muttered, “Sweet.”

He retrieved a bucket and a glass of water along with some Tylenol.Then he took a seat across from her.

“Thank you,” she chirped, taking a sip of the water.

Apparently she hadn’t felt the need to lurch just yet.

“Why’d you come here, Iris?” he asked after a while, beforeshe started drifting off to sleep.

“Wanted to see you,” she said, hiccupping halfway throughher sentence.

His brows furrowed. “Why?”

“‘Cause we’re friends,” she said matter-of-factly.

He pursed his lips, thinking.

“Drunk people generally don’t show up unexpectedly at people’shouses unless they have something important to say – or think they do.”

Her jaw dropped. “I am not-”

He gave her a knowing look when she hiccupped again. Shegrumbled and lay back down.

“Iris?”

Her eyes fluttered open just barely, and he knew it was alost cause. He sighed and got up.

“Get some sleep, Iris.” He brought the blanket up to her chinand made sure it covered her feet. “I’ll be just down the hall if you need me.”

She nodded a little, eyes closed, breathing evening out, butsaid nothing in response. That is, until he was nearly out of reach. As if sensinghe was really, truly leaving her, her arm came up suddenly and her handsnatched around his wrist.

He stopped immediately, his eyes widening at the fierce gripshe had on him. Then he looked down at her and found her gaze set on his,looking nowhere but into his very soul.

“I love you, Barry,” she said, not sounding drunk at all. Ifhe didn’t know any better he would have thought she was completely sober. “That’swhat I came here to say.”

His lips parted, his heart hammering away inside his chest,barely able to breathe, but before he could respond, she’d released him and promptlystarted snoring. He couldn’t contain the scoff that slipped out of him.

It figures, hethought, annoyed.

But the only annoying thing about this was that she hadn’tstayed awake long enough for him to figure out what kind of ‘love’ she wasdeclaring. Because it sure as hell didn’t look or sound platonic the way shewas gazing intensely into his eyes.

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Can the line be "dude, again!?!?!??!!"

Day 2! (Er, 9?) Here we go!

Cisco was a night owl. There was no denying that. He workedhard all day long, and he stayed up late, heavily caffeinated on energy drinkstill nearly 3am sometimes working on various techy projects he had on theroster. So it was unusual that he would arrive at STAR Labs early. It wasn’t thatit never happened. It just wasn’t the sort of thing that happened frequently.

In recent weeks he’d gotten so much extra sleep that he’dcome to enjoy arriving at work early, getting his work station ready beforeBarry or Iris or Caitlin arrived. Unfortunately with that beautiful dream camea waking nightmare, one that had plagued him thrice in the last few days. Heprayed today would not go down the way previous ones had.

It was deathly quiet when he stepped out of the elevator. Somuch so that he wondered if he was actually the only one there. It was to thepoint that he was afraid to make noise and borderline jumpy just in casesomeone would surprise him by being in a room when he didn’t expect them to be.

He should’ve expected this though. Past days had proved itwas a fairly regular occurrence. Still, he let himself fantasize aboutpreparing his day in the silence of his work room for a good hour before anyoneelse arrived.

He was not allowed that luxury. Again.

“Oh, Barry.”

Moans. Unmistakable moans.

Cisco groaned, hitting his head on the wall outside hisworkshop as the squeaking of metal against cement could be heard in additionwith Barry’s quiet curses and much louder grunting.

“F-faster, Barry,” Iris urged from behind the closed door. “B-beforeCisco gets he-” She gasped, her orgasm rolling over her in waves.

“Too late,” Cisco announced, barging into the room.

Before he could so much as blink the two were fully dressed,not in a compromising position whatsoever, and looking away shamefully.

“S-sorry, Cisco,” Barry mumbled.

He was not sorry one bit. Cisco glared at him to make himwell aware of that. Iris skirted out of the room to avoid further awkwardconversation. Barry tried the same, but Cisco blocked his path with a directhit of his finger on the middle of his chest.

Barry stared wide-eyed at him. Cisco took satisfaction thatthe Flash actually looked afraid of what Vibe might do. But he subdued his smirkfor the time being.

“Dude,” he said pointedly. “Again?!?!?!”

Barry laughed a little nervously, and Cisco stepped away,watching with a shake of his head as what had once been his best friend turnedinto a blur of red and then nothing.

“Yeah, you better run,” he muttered, then turned back to hiswork area with a sigh. “Some part of you has been defiled, I just know it.”

He spotted Iris’ bra hanging off one of the glass boards androlled his eyes. The clacking approaching from behind him told him all heneeded to know.

“C-Cisco, I was wondering if I could just get in here for amin-”

She stopped suddenly, staring straight at his pinchedfingers that her bra dangled from.

“To get this youmean?”

She laughed nervously, and with some difficulty snatched itaway from him, leaving quickly.

“Sorry, Cisco!” she called out, but she was already halfwaydown the hall.

He sighed and sat on his stool. He didn’t see any evidenceof his friends’ scandalous activities anywhere else in the vicinity, but heshook his head in disgust nonetheless.

“You have been violated.”

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Can the line be "im in love with you iris"

Drabble 9 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - 2 Days Left!

(There should be a part 2 to this, I just know it. It’s too angsty to be left hanging. But for now, it will have to be. Enjoy! lol.)

She thought things were good between them. She thought theyhad gotten past all of it. Him telling her he loved her on Christmas two yearsback, Eddie’s jealousy of her friendship with Barry, even the revelation thatBarry was the Flash and she was the only one that had been left in the dark.

Eddie had almost died. After that, she swore she’d neverleave him again. She loved him. She was in love with him. Whatever she felt forBarry was too little too late. As long as remained her best friend no matterwhat, she could pretend those months where he’d pressed that she felt the sameway were a distant memory.

But then he knocked lightly on her door in the dressing roomon the day of her wedding, decked out in a tuxedo as her best man – Linda washer maid of honor, so the two had to share duties for the big day – and she hadto quiet the heartbeat hammering away in her chest.

“Barry,” she said, grasping for air. “What…wh-what are youdoing here?”

He wasn’t listening. He was just looking at her, taking herin.

“You look beautiful, Iris,” he said, finally meeting hereyes.

“Thank you, Barry,” she said softly, feeling suddenly shy.She couldn’t tell him it’s bad to see the bride before the wedding, because…well,he wasn’t the groom.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, telling herself there’s noother reason he should be visiting her instead of getting ready for theceremony with Linda and the bridesmaids.

“What? Oh, yeah, Linda’s got it covered. I definitely don’tever want to get on her bad side.” He chuckled.

She smiled and nodded. “It’s not a fun place to be,” sheadmitted, having been there once or twice, albeit briefly.

He cleared his throat when the silence stretched outpainfully. Then he took a step forward, reaching for her and then pulling back,seemingly unsure of what he should be doing with his hands.

“Listen, Iris, I’m really grateful for how you put the pastbehind us.” Oh, no. “Eddie makes youreally happy, just like I knew he would.” Please,Barry, don’t. “Happier than I could have made you, I’m sure.”

“Barry,” she warned.

How could he do this? How could he make her feel conflictedon her wedding day?

“I just…I have to tell you. Just…one more time before I cannever say it again.”

“Barry,” she begged,desperation in her eyes.

She couldn’t take this kind of stress. As her best friend,it was ridiculous that he was adding even more pressure to her on a day as bigand stress-inducing as this.

“I’m in love with you, Iris.”

His eyes were so deep she could’ve drowned in them. In thatinstant the stress of what he was saying melted away, and all she could feelwas his love for her pouring over them, making her feel safe and loved. Despiteher determination to remain true to Eddie and never question their relationshipever again, if Barry had come to her with confession any day but today, shemight have reconsidered it entirely.

It was as if a dam had broken, and all she wanted in lifewas to let the floodgates pour unending water into a new precious, perfectrelationship for her and Barry, one not solely based in friendship.

But then she blinked, the reality of the big picturecementing firmly in her mind. Tears filled her eyes, and the most heartbreakingwords tumbled past her lips on a whispered breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

His lips parted. “Iri-”

A knock on the door broken the tension between them, andBarry backed up when Joe walked in.

“Everybody decent?” he asked, chuckling.

Joe hardly had a moment to take in how beautiful hisdaughter looked when he registered Barry in the room and the pained look onboth of their faces.

“Am I…interrupting something?”

“No, Dad,” Iris said quickly, reaching for her father’shand. “Barry just came to wish me well on my wedding day.” She glanced over ather lanky best friend looking devilishly handsome in his sharp tuxedo. “Isn’tthat right, Barry?”

Joe was looking at him intently, and Barry knew this was atest. Tell a lie, and it would be the end of ever pursuing something with Iris.Tell the truth, and Iris would be furious. She might hate him. But Joe wouldtry his damndest to convince his baby girl that her best friend was who shereally wanted. That would devastate Iris, since her father had finally comearound to accepting Eddie as a son-in-law.

“That’s right,” Barry said, forcing a smile. He met Joe’seyes but only for a second. He knew he’d see right through him if he looked anylonger. “I always cry at weddings, and this is…she’s my best friend. I loveher.” He looked straight at Iris, and she sadly looked back at him. “Seeing hergiven away to Eddie is bittersweet, but there’s nothing I want more than herhappiness.”

Iris looked about to say something, but Barry excusedhimself before she could. Something about seeing if Linda needed any helpbefore the ceremony started.

“Iris,” he saidwarningly. She knew that tone. It meant business.

“It’s my wedding day, Dad.” She looked up at him, and a tearstreamed down the side of her face. “Aren’t you going to tell me I lookbeautiful?”

He sighed and brushed away the tear.

“The most beautiful in the world.”

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Officially doing this.

I’ve gotten two so far, so send in yours (more than once if you like!), so I can fill up all ten slots and have 10 days of westallen drabbles for the Flash s5 countdown!! 😃

I believe tomorrow would be the start of a 10-day countdown till the Flash returns if I wanted to do something…

Not sure what since it couldn’t be something long if I had to for sure write something every day…

*hmms*

Maybe send me a line of dialogue? The first 10 in my inbox could be for the countdown.

If you’re interested, send ‘em in, and I’ll do my best to write a little something every day until the premiere!

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"Let me be your Flash*

Drabble 8 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - 3 Days Left!

(I know it’s two days left now, but I fell asleep last night before I could write it, so you’ll get two today. ;) Enjoy! ~This one is long enough to be made a one-shot too, so yay!)

Iris was grumpy.

No matter where she looked the Flash was saving the day. Shegot alerts on her phone. It was the story everywhere when she watched TV orentered a magazine website. It was definitely the top priority at CCPN.

And she knew this was a good thing. It meant there was nobig bad around if all crimes were being stopped by Flash within the day,sometimes within the hour.

And okay, the sex was great. When Barry came home struttinglike a peacock because he had saved everyone he set out to and was beingpraised nonstop for it, he was very sure of him sexually, and he made sure sheknew it by pleasuring her until she couldn’t breathe.

Yet somehow, despite all of this, Iris was grumpy.

She wasn’t grumpy because he was saving people. She didn’twant those people deprived from being saved or for Barry to be deprived ofhaving won that victory. He wanted to save people more than anything. He got ahigh from that alone before the praise showered on him even set in.

And it wasn’t even that he was too busy for her, because thecrimes were so petty that they were dealt with and he was back to her withinfive minutes or less.

But, and she knew this was selfish, she felt it was veryunfair that everybody got the Flash all the time. He was her Flash. She was theone with the ring on her finger. She was the one who he came home to everynight. And yet everyone got him as their hero without having to do anything butbe in danger.

That hardly seemed fair.

She knew it was her early pregnancy hormones causing allthis extra unnecessary jealousy, but that really didn’t matter in the long run.She still felt her feelings and was annoyed by what had caused them.

The front door opened and closed with a whoosh, announcing her husband’s arrival before Iris could get outof her head and force herself to get into a better mood for him.

“Hey, Iris,” he announced cheerfully, setting down a bag ofgroceries of the kitchen counter. “I’m going to cook tonight,” he said. “Whatdo you think, Grandma Esther’s noodles, or…” He paused for dramatic effect. “GrandmaEsther’s noodles?” He chuckled at his own joke.

Someone’s in a goodmood, she thought bitterly.

She didn’t say a word though. She would restrain anynegativity from slipping past her lips for as long as she possibly could.

“Hey, Iris?” he called out, the teasing lilt still in his voice.It irritated the hell out of her.

She said nothing. Youcan do this, Iris. Get your act together.

“Irisss?” He sped over, grinning from ear to ear.

She clenched her jaw. Don’tdo it. Say nothing.

He frowned, and she knew she’d ruined it.

Even by not speaking you manage to ruin it. Good job, Iris. Everyoneelse is praising his name, but you upset the city’s hero by being cranky thatyou have to share him.

“Iris, is something wrong?” he asked, crouching down besideher.

She tensed, telling herself not to lose her cool if hedecided to touch her.

“No,” she forced out, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Are you sure?” He reached out for her hand, but she snappedit away just in time, making his eyes widen in surprise. “Iris…are you ma…did Ido something?”

Well, now she felt terrible. He was probably scramblingaround trying to think of something he’d done recently that must’ve upset her.

Counting to three incredibly slowly, she finally let a sighslip out of her – one designed to soothe her not rile her up.

“No, Barry.” She turned to look at him. “You didn’t doanything. I’m not mad at you.”

It was clear he didn’t quite believe her, but he decided torun with it.

“Okay…then who are you mad at?”

She watched him for a while, trying to come up with areasonable answer. Then, without warning, she burst into tears. It was sounexpected that for a moment Barry didn’t even move. He quickly recoveredthough and sat next to her on the couch, holding her in his arms and rockingher gently.

“Iris, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

He was so gentle and eager to subdue any hurt she wasfeeling that she felt bad for being mad. His tactic was working too. Peacestarted to wash over her in waves. She felt so safe in his arms.

“I don’t like having to share you,” she admitted after awhile, sniffling.

“What?” He continued rocking her, brushing his hand over herlong locks.

“I don’t like having to shareyou,” she spat, irritated she had to repeat herself and pulling back because ofit. But not too far. She needed him close to her now.

He fought to keep his lips from twitching.

“Who are you sharing me with?” he asked.

She huffed. “Everybody!” Her arms flailed about.

His brows furrowed. “Who’s everybody?”

“Everybody that needs saving!” she exclaimed, as if itshould’ve been obvious. “You are everybody’s hero, everybody’s Flash, and whatdid they do to deserve it? Get themselves in trouble? Be targeted as a victim?I have been your best friend for more than half our lives. We’re married. Youcome home to me. I should not have to share you with anybody.” She huffed.

“So…you don’t want me to save people?”

She sighed. “No, of course you must save them. They can’tsave themselves,” she said, annoyed.

Now he did laugh, but he also cradled her face in his handand looked at her adoringly.

“Oh, Iris.” She refused to look at him. “Let me be yourFlash.”

Her eyes landed on his. “What?”

“Let me be your Flash,” he said, moving his face closeruntil his breath mingled with hers. “Please?”

She didn’t know what to say to that. Obviously he would saveher when she was in danger. And she didn’t want to be in danger suddenly justso he could say he was hers. And sex was a given. She knew that too. But hisproximity, and his gentleness, and the way his hand covered her barely therebaby bump made her melt in every way, from the romance, from sexiness ridingoff of him in waves, from how protective he was of her and how he could beanywhere right now but he was choosing to be with her.

“You’ll be my Flash?” she asked softly, hoping he wouldn’tmake fun of her.

He didn’t.

“Your Flash,” he promised. “Your Flash first and always andcompletely. All yours.”

She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck,pulling him to her as she lay back against the couch, kissing him first andagain and again. After a while, she snuggled against him, content to justcuddle and grateful for his long arms that he could pull at a nearby blanket totoss over both of them.

“’m sorry I’m so grumpy, Barry,” she murmured against him.

He smiled again her.

“Not grumpy,” he said, though she knew that was a lie. “Justpossessive.”

She opened one eye at that, and then the other.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” He assured, then kissed her again. “Just the way Ilike you.”

He couldn’t possibly mean he preferred her the way she’d beenacting when he walked in the door, but she was too tired to argue anymore. Ifhe said he liked to cranky and decided to label it something else that soundedmore appealing, who was she to tell him not to?

“Mmm…the way I like you too.”

Possessive, she meant of course. Who wanted theirsignificant other cranky?

Silence descended until she remembered something.

“You’re still making Grandma Esther’s noodles, right?”

He laughed, nuzzled her briefly, kissed a spot on her neckand started untangling himself from her.

“Of course,” he said amidst her protests. “As fast as I can.”

She didn’t like that his body heat was suddenly gone, but hestuffed pillows around her small form and tossed a couple more blankets on, andsoon she was fast asleep.

When she woke up dinner was ready, and she remembered howmuch she loved her husband, and that maybe, sometimes, she could be generousenough to share him with the people of Central City who need saving.

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‘Um, is it just me or The Flash was flirting with you in that interview’ ‘What?! No’

Drabble 5 - The Flash s5 Countdown - 6 Days Left!

(This one passed 1,000 words, so I think I’m gonna post it as a one-shot as well, but for now it exists here as a drabble. Enjoy!)

As much as Iris West loved the Flash – and that’s love in astrictly platonic grateful-citizen-to-speedster hero sense, because shedefinitely wasn’t crushing on him at all – she was truly tiring as being CCPN’sgo to ‘Flash girl’, forever reporting on whatever heroing the Flash hadachieved that day.

Outside of this job, she wanted to interview the Flash morethan anything – find out his identity, his name, his age, where he came from,how he could do what he did, why he chose to do it… But that was a place forher very fun, very exciting, very not-getting-paid-for-this blog. As the newestreporter for Central City Picture News, Iris wanted to make a difference otherthan just telling people how the Flash was making a difference. She wanted tomake a difference herself.

She tried to present her own stories in the hopes they wouldbe picked up. She’d gotten persistent enough that a lot of the time they werenow, but that didn’t change the fact that when a Flash story demanded being inprint, she was the one to put it there.

After reading an email from her boss one afternoon dictatingthat such a story was necessary today, she exhaled in annoyance and started topack up her things. Evidently there was a child being held captive and theFlash had just saved him and knocked the kidnappers out while he waited forpolice to arrive and the parents of the child to come for their baby.

Iris stomped on the surge of joy and admiration that alwaysflooded through her when she found out about what wonderful new thing the Flashhad done. She knew it was only human to fawn over a superhero, and that shemight as well do it, since she was being forced into this story anyway, but apart of her wanted to hold onto her irritation. As if her boss seeing her pout abouthaving to do another Flash story would somehow get him to never make her do itagain.

She rolled her eyes and headed out. With any luck she wouldget an interview with the Flash himself, this time with cameras rolling, and thenmaybe he wouldn’t flash off when she was in the middle of a really juicyquestion.

Her heart skipped a beat when she recalled their previous ‘interviews’.She felt like a girl with a crush right now, anticipating their nextconversation, her palms sweaty, butterflies exploding in her chest. She couldhardly get a hold of herself.

And you wonder why you’vebeen labeled ‘Flash girl’, Iris.

Forcing herself to get on the move, she headed down to thesite of the crime. Several press and curious citizens were already circlingaround to see the Flash standing with the young boy waiting for his parents toarrive, holding tightly to that red glove. The two knocked out criminals lay onthe ground just a few feet away, still not having regained consciousness.

Iris zeroed in on the handholding and nearly lost herfooting. She was gushing so hard, it was a fight to keep it on the inside. Men beingtender with children was attractive as hell. The Flash being downright bigbrotherly to a kid he’d never met, saving his life and then standing by himuntil his family arrived, melted her from the inside out.

“Flash?” She cleared her throat, forcing her burstingfeelings as far back as they would go. She had a job to do here after all. “Flash!”

The superhero clad in red turned towards her, and even withhis face a blur, she was a disgraceful mess. She had his full attention, anddamn if he didn’t have hers.

She approached him, so he wouldn’t have to yank the kidaround and pulled out her notebook and pen, ready to take down anything he gaveher. As if you won’t have it stamped permanentlyinto your memory word-for-word.

“Miss West,” he acknowledged, his voice vibrating. Damn,that was sexy as hell.

You have a boyfriend,Iris!

“Could you tell me what happened here?” she asked. “How didyou know the boy was in trouble?”

He smiled devilishly, absolutely ruining her.

“I have connections,” he said. She couldn’t tell through hisblurred face, but something told her he was checking her out. “You’re lookingfantastic today, Miss West.” Maybe that.

Heat swamped through her. She was grateful for the breezethat blew past her shortly after.

“Did your connections tell you where the boy was located aswell?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm. He couldn’t have all the fun, couldhe?

To be honest, she just needed something to distract her mindfrom where it insisted on going. Somewhere her boyfriend, Eddie Thawne, would definitelynot approve of.

“Yes, they did, Iris.” She gasped when he said her name. “Youare incredibly clever.” He slowed his vibrations until his face was still. “Asclever as you are beautiful. You can quote me on that.” He winked and then wasgone, stealing her breath.

Moments later the child’s parents ran to him and police carsarrived to take the kidnappers into custody.

Iris had to walk around the block to recover fully enough towalk into work, where she casually sat down at her desk and pretended as ifnothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“You get that interview with the Flash?” her boss asked,passing by.

“Mhmm,” she said, not looking up.

“Excellent,” he cheered and continued on.

Mason, annoying as ever, came and sat on the edge of herdesk.

“Um, is it just me, or the Flash was flirting with you inthat interview?”

Cameras. The cameras!Oh, God. She’d forgotten about those.

“What?! No!”

He said nothing more, just stood up and returned to his owndesk. Iris looked away from everything and everybody and gnawed on the tip ofher pen as she stared at nothing.

“As clever as you are beautiful.”

Chills ripped through her again.

“Damn it,” shemuttered under her breath.

The man in red truly would be the death of her.

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“Iris get out I’m using the bathroom!” Lol 😂😂

I’m five minutes late, but here’s drabble 1 of The Flash Season 5 - 10 Day Countdown!

In general, Iris was a patient person. She really, trulywas. She was patient and understanding and a true saint compared to some of thetrue havoc-wreakers on this earth.

But today? First day of school today? First day of high school today?

She was not so patient.

There were three bathrooms in the West household. One on thefirst floor, usually used by guests when they came over or just she, Barry, andher dad when they were hanging out downstairs, one a little bit biggerincluding a shower and bath that she and Barry shared, and one attached to herdad’s bedroom that could only be accessed through his bedroom. Both boys werecurrently inhabiting the upstairs bathrooms.

Normally, it would be no big deal. She’d run downstairs touse the bathroom and then head back to her room to finish getting dressed. Shehad a full-length mirror in there. She could hold off brushing her teeth andputting on deodorant till Barry finished up. He didn’t normally take all that longanyway.

But today – today he was taking forever.

And she didn’t just have to go to the bathroom. Actually,she didn’t have to go to the bathroom period, not to pee at any rate. But she neededto shower and straighten her hair and put on make-up – the first time she wasreally going to put on make-up. She’d even convinced her dad to let her. It’s the first day of school, Dad!

She’d waited on Barry for half an hour. And even though sheknew her dad wouldn’t let her squeeze into his bathroom even if she had all hersupplies with her – his shower was still running.

She was about to lose her mind.

She knocked on the door impatiently – not for the firsttime.

“Barry.” No sound. “Barry!”

She thought she heard a buzzing sound but no vocal responsecame to her.

Not expecting the door to be unlocked, she turned thedoorknob just to irritate him and found herself tumbling into the bathroom andstraight into him, knocking the razor out of his hand and onto the floor. Barrynearly tripped on it in the process, but he was long enough to catch himself onthe nearest wall and her with him.

“Iris! What are you-”

He pushed her off of him, looking panicked, and she couldsee why. There was a stream of blood dripping down his chin and no hair insight.

Not that it surprised her, since there had been no hairthere last night or at any point since she’d known him. Barry Allen had notstumbled into facial hair yet, even though he severely wanted to.

Flushing madly, he blurted, “Iris, get out! I’m using thebathroom!”

And she skirted out of there quickly, not wanting to embarrasshim further.

She heard him lock the door behind her and immediatelyrealized she’d fallen back into her previous predicament. She turned around andstarted pounding madly.

“Barry! Barry, finish up in there! I need to use thebathroom too! Barry!!!”