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i’m building this new blog and thinking about my favorite ships in tv/movies and i wanna ask you guys the same:

what’s your favorite ship that involves a black woman?

i can be straight, queer, teen, older, mixed, black-centric, just tell me, which couple makes your chest warmer by watching them?

Life in the Fast Lane || closed

Speed failed him when she was there. Upon hearing her voice, the whole world slowed. He turned, seeing her as if for the first time. His heart pounded, his body warmed, his eyes took in every detail of her as she walked across the floor, fingers dancing on the wall, long and slender, gripping the steaming cup of coffee. Her smile, the gentle hum of her voice, the press of her lips against his cheek….

He forced himself out of his worshipful reverie and offered her a bright smile. “Good morning to you, too.” He said. He thought about her question, theatrically holding his chin and humming, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “Not anything too interesting.” He said with a teasing grin. “You know, just the usual saving the world one crime scene at a time.” He shrugged. “I have work today. But, hey, this current case I’m working on is pretty interesting, if you’re looking for a story.”

once she was in full control of her motor functions, with caffeine running through her veins, iris tried not to stare at barry. she was sure this was getting old, the fact that she was really just in love with him in every sense and form, so she tried to hold back the long gazing, the blushes and the idiotic smile whenever he eyed her. specially when they were alone like this. “so we do have eggs”, iris darted her eyes to the plates, noticing the different options he made for her. “babe, really this is too much. i feel bad that all i can do to pay you back is a banana”, with both of her hands, she held the mug in front of her lips, hidding a pout behind it. 

Life in the Fast Lane || closed

Barry dashed from one side of the loft to the other, dusting, sweeping, flip one pancake, mopping, washing the dishes, flip the other, crack an egg, dry the dishes, put them away, catch the egg in the now-hot pan and throw away the shell…. It was like a ritual. He always had been fairly neat, even before his powers. If you’re messy, you’re more likely to contaminate a crime scene and Bartholomew Henry Allen would NEVER contaminate a crime scene.

But now that he had superspeed, you would be hard-pressed to find even a speck out of place. It was as if he had an extra 48 hours added to his day. He could clean the house, make breakfast, pack lunch for both Iris and himself, and have their clothes ironed before she even woke up.

Speaking of, he paused, hearing her alarm going off. He finished up breakfast, tossing each item on a plate for her to decide what she wanted, and poured them each a cup of coffee before cleaning up the rest of the kitchen and settling in at the table.

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living together, and most importatly, by themselves alone, came with several surprises. iris did her best on being an observer, trying to catch on the little things that involved being around a speedster. she for one realized how much food she had to order them for dinner in order for him to feel satisfied and how to properly was the special type of clothing he had. part of her really enjoyed that, it was new things to know about barry, as if they were starting a new relationship and not just growing their friendship. 

waking up was one of those things - he would never be in bed when she wakes up, specially not in a work day. barry needed less sleep than anyone, so he would just go around and do everything he could around the house or worked those hours that being the flash kept him from. iris actually envied him. she wish she had more hours