i come on a little strong

Pssh– Mama please, we totally dressed like normal sane people

We just kinda gave up on the whole color matching thing Or style thing

We may own rainbow glitter splatter matching couple’s jeans to make the neighbors uncomfortable. 

Oh well if it’s to make the neighbors uncomfortable then it’s totally acceptable.

But you gotta look presentable sometimes.

Barry can barely hear the door when Iris comes in, or her words for that matter. In fact, had the dog not awoken he wouldn’t have noticed at all. So he strides on over to the door and catches Iris, “Rough day?” the blond asks, taking a seat beside her after walking around to catch her.

“Dinner’s almost ready. I’ve got the nightshift again tonight so I’m going to have to go nap soon.”

Nightshift. Iris hears that and she just slumps against him with a heavy sigh. Tucking her feet underneath her she curled her arms around one of his and nestled her cheek into his shoulder. “Yeah, mostly frustrating. Just a bunch of dead leads and contacts that didn’t follow through.” The pout was secured on her face, but maybe it would get better before he left.

“I’ll probably just nap with you after dinner or something.”

“No ma’am I’m just a little– actually yes, I’m trying to find this coffee shop–” 

Wait. Wait waitwaitwait. Shit. Uhh. Wasn’t this–  “… Uh.” Eloquent. 

“Well I can probably tell you how to get to just about any coffee shop in the tri-county area, so you’re in luck.”

Something was oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “You alright?”

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FINALLY. No more crime scenes to clean up, no villains stirring up a storm (literally and figuratively). This was his chance to beat the block and hurry home to his beautiful wife, whom he promised to watch a movie with. Just the two of them. Together. Peace.

The Scarlet Speedster wasted no time in rushing through the door, picking up his wife (bridal style), and giving her one humongous kiss, before pulling away to gaze into those beautiful sea green eyes.

                   “Honey, I’m home.”

There were few things better than that electric smell that accompanied Barry when he came zipping in and even fewer things better than the kiss he gave her when he got home. It wasn’t long before she was securing her arms around those shoulders to give him another kiss.

Pulling back, the reporter slid his cowl back to shimmy her fingers through blond locks with a teasing smile in place.  

                 “Took you long enough. huh?”

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          [ -heart eyes @ iris from across the room- ]

           “You okay over there, Fleet Feet?”