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[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.”

#barry x iris #thread: iris west-allen #westirisx

[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. 

#clark x iris #thread: iris west-allen #westirisx

[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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#mark x iris #thread: iris west #westirisx

[pagingdoctortommy]

“How are we doing, Miss West-Allen?” Tommy was making his rounds, on a new and unfamiliar rotation since gaining a position at the hospital. Rather than jumping from patient to patient, he was able to legitimately put his bedside manner to good use as the Trauma Resident at the hospital. “Looks like you’ve been through a lot. How’s your pain level?”

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#tommy x iris #thread: iris west-allen #westirisx

[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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#westirisx #character: iris west

[train--wreck]

📱(cisco)

📱- a random text 

To CISCO: Han shot firstTo CISCO: Yes, I’m watching Star Wars without youTo CISCO: 😘

#westirisx #text: cisco ramon #--ask meme reply

[struckbylightningflash]

💝

💝 - a loving text

To Iris: I got those cupcakes that you like from Coast City. I thought it would brighten your day.To Iris: Although, nothing’s as sweet as you Mrs. West-Allen.

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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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#westirisx #character: iris west #ccfstarcity2040

[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.

@westirisx​ @ccfvillains​ @centralcitysfinest-rp​

#//no need to match length #ccfevent #ccfdauntlessordie #westirisx #character: iris west #character: rosa dillon

[sxwycrs]

      “thank god you’re dressed,” maggie leans against the frame of iris’ door, two to-go cups of coffee in her hands. she extends an arm and offers her one. “i was starting to worry that dancing in next to nothing was going to be thing on this floor -- did you know the guy in the corner apartment doesn’t believe in socks? what’s that all about?”

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#━━ ⟢ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs sʜᴏʀᴛ & ᴡᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ CONVOS. #westirisx #idk #i just had muse for our neighbours #:')

[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?”

#barry x iris #thread: iris west-allen #westirisx

[holyxsmoak]

★

“Thank you for coming, Iris, I was so scared when I couldn’t find Sami and I didn’t want to freak Oliver or Barry out until I knew something for sure. I would have never thought to look in the clothing wracks. How did you ever come up with that.”

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[kryptonsxlastxson]

“So I hear you’ve been through just as much adventure as I,” Clark mused, walking up on Iris’ desk at CCPN. “Care to share a quote?”

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#clark x iris #thread: iris west-allen #westirisx

[brucexthomasxwayne]

Calloused knuckles knocked on the door of the glass window, white letters painted reading “The Citizen.” Surely this was the address he was given by his assistant, and felt firmly out of place in his well-pressed suit. Hushed voices could be heard throughout the hallway, all muffled by closed doors of offices and seemingly paper-thin walls. The door swung open and the last thing he expected was to be face-to-face with a man clad in plaid, looking utterly exhausted. 

“Oh hey! Mister Wayne, is it?” Clark greeted the broody billionaire with a chipper tone, despite his borderline haggard appearance. Bruce gave the man a silent nod, lips pressed into a firm line. “Iris is just finishing something up, but she’ll be with you shortly. I’d stay longer and chat, but I’ve got two newborns at home and my wife has barely slept, I’ve gotta get home to the family.” Quickly slipping his notebook and laptop into his bag, Clark said goodbye and closed the door behind him.

While he didn’t exactly have experience with newborns, Bruce understood the importance of family and couldn’t blame the guy for leaving in such a hurry. Bruce took a seat in one of the understuffed armchairs that surrounded a small coffee table scattered with outdated magazines. He heard the telltale sound of heels on the hardwood floors, standing to greet the reporter as she reentered the room. “Miss West-Allen, I’m Bruce. My assistant set this interview up, mentioned you were writing a piece on the rebuilding of the city?”

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#bruce x iris #thread: iris west allen #westirisx #ft. clark kent #( okay but i couldn't have clark and bruce *not* run into each other )

[pagingdoctortommy]

What Is Your Signature Dance Move?

tell nothing but the truth (3/10)

The kind where alcohol is the reason I’m dancing.

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