#westirisx

[barryfrackinallen]

@westirisx​  || holiday fluff ♥

“Hey Babe? What do you think about putting up the Christmas tree tonight?” Their loft apartment felt empty without any decoration, but with the rebuilding of the city, there hadn’t been too much time between things. “We can do it the old-fashioned way, no powers allowed.”

[holyxsmoak]

How to say goodbye || Iris

“When Nora went back, how did you handle the worry,” Felicity asked anxiety obvious in her face.

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[kryptonsxlastxson]

@westirisx​ said:  “You look great, you always look great.”

“I’ve got you,” Clark started, one arm beneath her knees and the other at her back as he took off into the sky, away from the danger that threatened Iris. As they flew, the woman spoke, and his eyes moved to her face. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking his head as they rose further above the city and away from danger. “Um, thank you?” He replied, unsure of how to respond to a compliment whilst flying so high above the city. “Are you okay, hurt at all? What were you doing there, that corner of the city is filled with goons who just get into trouble.” The hero was toeing the line between a concerned friend and that of a hero who just saved a citizen, and he knew that, but wanted to ensure the woman was safe. 

[eyesonthesky]

Mark eyed the young West from head to toe, hands by his side, palms facing her. “So you’re the kid, then? Damn. It’s a shame you’ve got to die, then.” Atmospheric energy made his fingers buzz, he was ready to take her in order to hurt Joe further.

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[daughterofdemons]

“You have surprisingly good form, for an amateur.” Nyssa noted as she watched Iris at the punching bag. She had clearly received more instruction than most, perhaps at some point in her childhood, or basic defence training. It would make sense, with her father being a police detective, that his daughter would have some knowledge on how to defend herself. “There is great room for improvement, however.”

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[detectivexspivot]

“I have wine, and I have burgers!” Patty announced as she stepped into Iris’ office, making herself comfortable as she deposited the bag of Big Belly Burger on the desk, along with a bottle of red. “Come on, you can’t work all hours of the day.”

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[thelegendaryhawkman]

Carter let out a rasping cough as the lights of the Waverider flickered on and off, casting dim light and dark shadows throughout the cockpit. He flinched as sparks exploding somewhere close to his head, the straps of the Captain’s seat the only thing keeping him held safe without falling forward with the angle of the ship as it had nosedived into the ground, the front stirrups having buckled upon impact.

“Sorry, Gideon.” He winced, feeling along his bruised ribs for any sign of a crack, letting out a relieved breath when he didn’t find any. “I never was much of a pilot.” He muttered. There was enough power for another jump, if need be, but he knew Gideon would need a few hours before being back at full strength - she wasn’t even wasting the energy to berate him for his sloppy landing. But Sara... she was gone, and he had no clue where she went, and it had been timed all too well with Gideon’s alert of an anomalous disaster in Central City. Carter knew to trust his instinct, and his instinct told him this was bad, that a lot of people, including his captain, were in trouble.

He hadn’t even thought about if any of the others were onboard, or that he had never so much as glanced at the Waverider’s controls, before jumping into the captain’s seat. Flying a ship was a far cry from flying himself, but he had been determined, and a little fool-hardy, and a lot scared. He grunted as he undid his seatbelt, tumbling forward out of the seat and landing hard against the thick shielded glass of the cockpit window. He rolled himself off, righting himself onto the diagonally slanted floor to treck his way to the loading bay, thumping the button to release the doors and stumble out.

 “Alright...” He sighed, nodding as he looked at the empty lot he had managed to crash-land the Waverider in, whatever had been housed there before little more than a few scraps of sheet metal sticking from the ground. “Where are we, Gideon.” He muttered to himself, knowing the AI wouldn’t be able to respond as he moved towards what he could only surmise to be a nearby warehouse, from its vague outline in the dark. The streets were eerily devoid of light, and wherever he was he couldn’t seem to spot the brighter urban areas of the city off in the distance. The only indication he had of this place not being completely devoid of life was noise from the building he steadily trudged his way towards.

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[barryfrackinallen]

@westirisx​ || CLOSED.

[ text: iris ] i know we said you’d cook dinner tonight, but promise me you’ll wait until i’m home? we don’t want a repeat of last time.

Barry was happy that Iris was excited to hone her skills in cooking, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t skeptical about the whole endeavor. The pair had attempted cooking together time and time again, both from the comfort of home, as well as countless couples cooking courses. Each time, something was either under or over cooked, something got broken, or a fire started.

His key slipped easily into the lock while his other hand turned the knob, pushing the door open. Barry’s nose was immediately hit with the smell of spices, hot oil, and smoke.

His bag slid from his shoulder as he kicked the door shut, movements frantic as he moved toward the kitchen. “Iris?” She stood above the stove, fanning a potholder frantically. “Iris, baby. What happened?”