#also was adding thing sto cart so i can go pick it up i added 17 things from walmart and it totalled up to 140 dollars 😊going to kms

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Drabbles - Prompt 12

A/N: It's been forever and a day, but I'm finally getting back to fulfilling old requests. This one was much longer than I expected it to be, but it's under 3,000 words, so I'm still allowing it to be considered a drabble. ;P Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta'ing. :)

PROMPT : Barry and Iris take the twins shopping for toys. They can speak now and they gasp seeing their daddy and uncle Ollie everywhere. They run off to the section and pick out the toys. Then they show them to Oliver. The twins like the Power Rangers more than him. -TheFlashFanatic13

The peace and quiet was so nice. Snuggled up against her husband, her nose pressed to the soft cloth t-shirt covering his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as their blankets warmed every part of them from neck to toe, Iris never wanted to wake up. She’d already emerged from deep sleep to that in between space, but she willed herself not to move beyond that. If Barry wasn’t opening his eyes and stretching his legs beneath the covers – as was his morning ritual – neither would she.

However, she neglected to remember Barry Allen was not the only being in this household who had the ability to force her awake.

With a loud bang their bedroom door swung open and hit the wall.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“Daddy! Mommy!”

“I’m up, I’m up.” Barry snapped to attention, sitting up in their bed.

Iris groaned, sticking her nose into her pillow and covering her face with her hands.

“No, too early,” she grumbled.

But their darling twins paid no heed, determined in their struggle to lift themselves onto the bed and crawl over to their parents.

“Daddy!” Dawn giggled as she jumped into her father’s arms.

“Hey, beautiful girl,” he cooed. Iris wondered how he could possibly be so cheerful at this hour.

“Momma?” Don crawled towards her, hopeful.

“Oh, whoa, buddy, Mommy’s trying to slee-”

Barry reached to stop him, but Iris knew her time was up. She removed her arm from her face and sat up to face her son, who was looking quite concerned by her lack of involvement.

“Come here, baby boy,” she encouraged, a soft smile on her face.

Hesitantly Don came closer until she could reach for him and set him in her lap. She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Is Momma sick?” he asked, pressing a hand to the side of her face with a sudden smack since he couldn’t reach her forehead.

She grimaced some, but she was still smiling. She took his hand and kissed it too, holding it gently in her hand.

“No, Mommy isn’t sick. Mommy is just tired.”

“Store?” Dawn asked, seated in Barry’s lap but looking at her mother intently.

Iris’ lips parted. “Oh my God…” She locked eyes with Barry. “I forgot.”

“No store?” Don asked, his bottom lip trembling.

Iris looked down at him.

“No, um…of course we’re going to the sto-”

“Iris, I’m meeting with Oliver today,” Barry interjected. “It’s important.”

“So is this!” she insisted, to which he delivered a look. “It’s not my fault you also forgot.”

He sighed testily.

“Bring him with us,” she suggested.

His jaw dropped, but she didn’t correct herself.

“You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. There’s a food court on the far side of the store. We can have lunch there afterwards, since I’m sure the kids are eager to get some toys – like we promised.” She smiled through her teeth, ruffling her son’s curls.

“I suppose I could as-”

“Great! We’re going to the store, kids!” she cheered, suddenly full of energy.

“Yaaay!” the twins cheered, clapping.

“And guess what?” she whispered conspiratorially.

They leaned in, eyes glued to her, eager to hear what she was about to say.

“Uncle Ollie is coming.”

“Uncle Ollie!” They cheered and clapped again.

Barry rolled his eyes and set his daughter onto the bed next to his wife and son.

“I better give him the bad news.”

He grabbed his phone and started to head out the door, pausing at the entrance to catch Iris’ eye which was smug and gloating. He shook his head at her, but then smiled and left her with a wink just as Oliver answered the phone.

“Hey, Oliver, change of plans…”

…

The store was bright, beautiful, huge, and with children running rampant all over the place. Oliver’s eyes widened on seeing the place. Barry and Iris needed a moment or two to adjust, but they could hardly afford more than that as their two rambunctious children were eager to join the bunch.

“Remember what Mommy said,” Iris reminded, somewhat strained. “No running away where we can’t see you.”

“And no leaving the store without us either,” Barry added sternly.

Don and Dawn appeared to not have heard them.

“Hey, kids.”

The two stilled at Oliver’s deeper voice. They turned and looked at him, shocking Barry and Iris into silence.

“Listen to your parents.”

“Yes, Uncle Ollie,” they said, looking down, ashamed at themselves.

Iris glared at him.

“I think we had it covered, Oliver,” Barry said.

Oliver said nothing.

“Frightening them is hardly a solution to the problem,” Iris practically hissed.

“I didn’t frighten them,” he barked back. “I just-” He stopped, sighed, and looked past the judgmental parents.

“What?” Iris dared, but a simple nod of his head let her and Barry know their kids had run off. A sigh escaped her lips, and she went after them with the shopping cart. “Don, Dawn, don’t run off,” she pleaded. To her relief, the two rascals hadn’t turn the corner when Iris caught up with them.

“You’re not going to follow?” Oliver asked, looking amused and very judgy.

Barry was not so amused.

“I know you’re not thrilled with the meeting place, but could you not question our parenting skills?”

To his surprise, Oliver actually looked a bit ashamed himself.

“I’m sorry, Barry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s all right.” Barry brushed it off. “Come on, near the back is a quiet area with some tables and chairs. We can talk there.”

Oliver nodded and followed his friend to the back of the large store.

…

The little rascals were never far ahead of her, Iris reminded herself. Or, rather, they didn’t turn the end of the aisle until she almost reached them. Truly she should just be grateful that they’d remembered their rule before leaving the house to never use their speed in public – save that for when they get older and decide if they want to be superheroes or not, she’d decided.

If it were up to Barry, they’d already have their super suits ready – and for all she knew, her husband had secretly schemed with Cisco to make that happen – but she was determined to let their children have a choice in the matter. Even if she had to constantly distract her husband with her smokin’ bod whenever the topic came up and he decided to get really passionate about it. She knew he could get just as passionate about other things; they could both enjoy the experience if it was about her.

All this aside, she was grateful when the twins came to a stop in the middle of the next aisle. And truly, a complete stop. They didn’t move. Iris turned to see what they were staring at before the logical side of her brain went out the window in favor of full-blown concern.

“Whoaaa,” Don said, wide-eyed, mouth hanging open.

Dawn gasped. “A whole wall of Daddy.”

Iris bit her bottom lip, unable to repress a smile. It certainly wasn’t the first time they’d seen an action figure of the Flash. It was however likely the first time they’d seen so many of him in one place.

Suddenly Dawn dashed farther down the aisle – using her super speed for just a second before coming to a stop. Luckily, the woman passing by the aisle they were in didn’t come into full sight until after the quick flash of red lightning had vanished. Whew.

“Look, Donny! Uncle Wally is here, too!”

The woman passing by slowed down some to furrow her brows inquisitively. Iris briefly panicked and walked over to where her children were as normally as possible.

“He dresses up as Kid Flash every year for Halloween.” The woman raised her eyebrows. “And their birthdays, and other…” The woman walked away entirely. “…events,” Iris finished lamely.

She was just about to gently scold her children for revealing so much, even if it was pretty harmless and likely no one would believe them even if they did insist their family members were the superheroes displayed in great numbers in this aisle. But then Don briefly used his own speed as well to go to nearly the end of the aisle and snatch one of the few remaining figures of a different kind.

He turned to look at his sister with wide eyes and a mischievous grin. She nodded conspiratorially, and he darted away. Dawn quickly grabbed a couple other boxes before following.

“No speed, guys!” Iris called, following them quickly and relieved that at least they weren’t using their super speed again.

Finally, the two slowed right in front of their Uncle Ollie and Barry.

“Look what I found, Uncle Ollie!” Don said, smacking the box down on the table. Oliver blinked. “It’s you!”

Some surrounding patrons looked inquisitively towards them.

“Right…” Oliver forced a laugh when Barry’s attempt to shush them fell on deaf ears as they stared at their personal Green Arrow for his reaction. “That’s…me.” He cleared his throat.

Dawn turned to her father.

“Daddy, we saw you too! A whole wall of you!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed and delighted.

“Yeah?” he asked, a smile on his face at his daughter’s joy.

“Must be due to that subway save from the other day,” Iris said, walking slowly over to them and standing beside her husband and children. “The Flash is in demand,” she practically purred.

Don and Dawn were oblivious to the suggestive undertones, but Oliver was not.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath, “There are kids here, Barry.”

Barry broke the heart eyes he’d locked on his wife to look at him and raise his eyebrows.

“I’m aware, Oliver.”

Dawn popped up on Barry’s lap and he held her securely.

“You going to get that one, bud?” Oliver asked Don who still clutched the Green Arrow box in his hand. He was going to get some sort of win out of this situation. “Not your dad?”

Barry and Iris glared at him. The exchanges were harmless, but it was best not to tempt fate.

“Uh-uh.” Don shook his head.

Oliver’s brows furrowed. “No?”

“We have lots of Dad at home,” he said, then turned to his sister. “These are what we want!” He reached out his hand, opening and closing it greedily.

Dawn looked at the two options she held in her hand and gave him the one that least appealed to her – and luckily, Barry thought, most appealed to her brother.

Don shoved the box in his Uncle Ollie’s face.

“Oh. I see.”

“Power Rangers!” Don declared. Dawn giggled from her side of the table and nodded enthusiastically when Oliver looked over at her.

“We’ve been wanting them forever!” she declared, throwing her arms wide open and accidentally dropping the box on the floor in the process. “Oopsie.”

Iris bent down and picked it up for her daughter, sharing a pointed look in addition to the toy. Be careful.

Dawn looked away briefly. Yes, Mommy.

“So, Power Rangers are better than the Green Arrow, huh?” Oliver asked, not without a little bitterness on his tongue.

“The best!” Don declared.

“Not better than Daddy,” Dawn scolded on a hushed whisper. Don turned to look at her, slightly ashamed. “Or Uncle Wally.”

“But better than Uncle Ollie,” Oliver muttered under his breath.

Iris broke the minor tiff between the adult and two children.

“Why don’t you guys go with Daddy to buy the toys at the check-out. Then come back here and have lunch.”

“Okay!” The two kids said excitedly, Dawn hopping off her father’s lap.

“Here you go.” Don pushed the Green Arrow toy towards Oliver as he dutifully grabbed his dad’s hand – Dawn doing the same on the opposite side – and walked with them to the far side of the store.

“Thanks…” Oliver responded glumly, though the boy was already too far away to hear.

Iris smiled smugly to herself and stepped closer to the secret superhero sitting at the table. She watched her husband and her now obedient children as they walked towards the check-out.

“Look at that, guess they do listen to us sometimes. Maybe we are half-decent parents.”

He sighed. “Iris, I never meant to imply-”

“I’ll get lunch,” she said, walking away towards the food court section of the store. “Bring them over when they come back, would you?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

“Great.” She smiled brightly.

“Out of curiosity…just how many Flash toys do your kids have?”

Iris stopped, unable to help herself and strutted back to where Oliver was sitting. She pulled out her phone, found the picture she was looking for, then turned the device around and showed it to him.

Oliver’s jaw dropped.

A pile of Flash plush toys, some sprinkled over their bed, some of Kid Flash too. Even a couple rare edition Jesse Quick ones. Then a whole assortment of action figures spread across their dressers, and their blankets, bed sheets, and pillow cases were decorated with lightning bolts and the Flash.

“So, they…like the Flash,” he said reluctantly.

Iris was going to gloat again. She really was. But when she thought back to how affectionate Barry was with their two kids and how fiercely he protected them, her heart melted.

She responded softly in return, “They adore him.”

Oliver met her eyes in recognition.

“Any…Green Arrow toys by any chance?” he asked hopefully but also, resigned.

“A couple,” she assured, the smug smile back. “But they don’t play with them much.”

He chuckled and nodded. “Of course.”

“I’m going to get us lunch now.” She couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, her smile widened till it was stretched across her face.

“I’ll bring them over when they get back,” he said with a sigh.

“Glad you could make it, Oliver.”

“Yeah…”

She laughed and left him. He stood up and watched as the two Allen kids collected their toys after Barry had paid for them and jumped up and down excitedly. Barry watched them with such love Oliver was almost envious, even though he could definitely relate.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to join the Allen family for lunch after the meeting at the toy store.

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.