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[ao3feed-westallen]

His Hero

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by Augustwriter

The story continues from Her Own Hero. The story is the journey of Iris moving from badass investigative reporter to motherhood.

Words: 1752, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Hero

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West-Allen, Linda Park, Scott Evans (The Flash TV 2014), Eddie Thawne, Goldface (The Flash TV 2014), Amunet Black, Eobard Thawne

Relationships: Barry Allen/Iris West

Additional Tags: WestAllen start a family, Established Barry Allen/Iris West, Married Barry Allen/Iris West, Protective Barry Allen, Journalist Iris West, Barry and Iris start a family

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[argbursimp]

christmas time with argbur brings snowball fight together then brings him to have a panic attack of what happened at the o2 arena cause it’s so cold and reader comforts him with hot chocolate and s’mores yes

note: this is about argbur, but i refer to him as wilbur! i am not talking about the content creator wilbur soot, but a character he came up with. this is also sfw. enjoy :)

wilbur hated the cold and everything that came with it, but you loved it. you loved the way the leaves turned from green to orange, the way the crisp air rustled the trees, then when the snow finally drifted down around you. winter was your favorite season, and you never wanted it to end.

this was your first winter with wilbur, and you both wanted to make it special. you knew he'd rather spend the months inside, covered in blankets, and he knew you craved the exact opposite. you both had plans that you kept from the other, until it came time for the perfect day.

and that day was today.

wilbur had been gone the majority of the day, and you were starting to get worried. the sun hadn't set yet, but he was never out this long, and he wasn't picking up his phone.

"will," you said, starting another voicemail, "please call me. where are you?"

you ended up sitting by the front door, knee bouncing up and down. checking your phone every minute only made it worse. you were about to leave and search for him when there was a knock on the front door.

moving quickly, you flung the front door open. wilbur nervously stood in front of you, snow clinging to the several layers of clothes he wore.

"finally! where the hell have you been?"

a confused look washed over his face. "what do you mean?"

"i've been calling you for a few hours now." you didn't mean to sound rude, but it had been quite annoying. "were you ... playing in the snow or something?"

wilbur grinned. "put on some more clothes. i have a surprise for you."

you were intrigued, and went to do as he said, possibly putting on more layers than needed. you slipped a woolen beanie on your head as you met him back at the front door.

"okay, what's the surprise?"

instead of answering, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from your home and into the forest. the two of you ran for a few minutes before reaching a small field.

he let go of your hand, spreading his arms. "surprise!"

he had managed to build a ramp for sledding and an area for a snowball fight, all out of snow. your eyes widened in amazement.

"you did this? for me?"

"of course!" wilbur scratched the back of his neck. "we haven't really gotten out of the house, and i know how much you love the snow."

you glanced back and forth between wilbur and the things he built. he looked both nervous and confident, but you easily wiped the nervousness away when you threw a snowball at his face.

"hey!" he shouted, but you were already racing to one of the forts. he chased after you, only to be pelted by another snowball. he ducked behind his own fort and began making 'ammo' to throw at you, while you did the same.

there was a moment of silence in the field, before you peeked your head up and got hit square in the face. "motherfucker!"

the two of you raced around the makeshift arena, wilbur even running up the ramp to throw snowballs down at you. he lost sight of you until you dropped snow down the back of his sweater.

"fuck! that's freezing!" he said, attempting to get it out as you laughed.

"that's for scaring me earlier!"

you were crafting another snowball when you realized wilbur had gone silent. he remained where he was when the snow went down his sweater, but he wasn't moving.

"...will?" you stood, leaving the snowball on the ground, and carefully approached him. "are you okay?"

there was no response. you moved to be in front of him, when you noticed his unfocused eyes, and you realized what was going on.

"shit," you mumbled, reaching a hand out to touch his arm. "hey, will? let's get inside, yeah?" he didn't move. you wiped your glove off on your pants and used it to touch his cheek. "will?"

he seemed to unfreeze then, eyes becoming clearer and staring at you. he blinked a few times and leaned into your hand when he was fully back.

"i'm sorry." his voice was so small you had trouble hearing it.

"it's okay, will. let's get inside and warm you up." you slid your hand down to his, intertwining your fingers. he stepped closer and you took that as the chance to slowly bring him back to your house.

once inside, you helped him take off some of his clothes and sat him down on the couch. he wrapped himself in blankets, staring at the fire, and you quickly went to go make hot chocolate. while you waited, you decided to also make one of your comfort foods during the cold months: s'mores.

you brought two mugs and a plate full of s'mores over to wilbur, who snapped out of his trance faster this time. he opened the blankets and let you in, snuggling up against you.

it was quiet, aside from the soft sounds of the two of you eating and the crackling of the fire. you knew he would talk about it if he wanted, and didn't ever pressure him to.

while something happened to him several years ago, he was still affected by it. it was a clear sign of PTSD, and he would occasionally dissociate when reminded of what happened.

"it was so cold," he said suddenly.

you picked your head up from his shoulder, but didn't say anything.

"i was so cold. i don't like being cold. it reminds me of it, and i just..."

"hey," you said softly. "i won't stop you if you want to get it out, but you don't have to tell me. it isn't something i have to know, especially if it's traumatic."

he let out a shaky breath. "thank you."

"thank you, will. you've changed my life in the best ways. hell, you went out of your way to make me happy even though... y'know. you didn't ruin the day, and i'm glad we can cuddle in front of the fire."

"me, too." a smile formed on his face and he shifted to face you, giving you a brief kiss before shoving his face in your shoulder.

it didn't take long for him to fall asleep, and you were right after him, holding him tightly to you.

[nothingbutlight]

reposting the intro to my wip better off

i don’t remember the tag list for the life of me (i’m sorry ajdhgjgm) so hmu if you wanna be added!

[mkengland]

Do you have a favorite place to work? @leighmar_ and I often meet up at what we call the Magic Wegmans because we always manage to have amazingly productive days there. I’ve honestly given their coffee shop way too much money, but I think we’ve all been desperate enough at some point that we’d spin widdershins three times, light a candle, and pet a llama exactly 3.4 times if it meant we’d just get through our WIP, amirite? . . . . #igwritersclub #wegmans #igwritingcommunity #wegmanscoffee #authorsofinstagram #wegmanscville #authorsofig #augustwriting #igwriters #book2 #writersofig #writingspace #authorsofinstagram #coffeeshopwriting #amrevising #writerscommunity #amwriting #igauthorlife — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2KMZj8O

[moonleaflove]

“Sex And Earth: Of Wilder Things” I smell of sex and earth. A strangely animalistic blend. The scent is new to my skin and senses. I suddenly feel wild. The deep-heat of an August night ... It can make you do strange and sexy things. My body naked and sleek against the moon’s fiery glow. Blades of grass leave tiny imprints across his bare back. An erotic pattern, created by our visceral play. The sky is set, It gleams back at us, Punctuated by stars at every turn. He was a warrior in the night just then, Seated and beside me, shirtless still. His silhouette: half-man, half-animal. I liked it that way ... Hunkered over, the curvature of his back traced by a steel-black line. He offered me shade in the night. Caress, kiss and stroke ... ‘Til the crescent moon dropped. Sexual play … outdoors, Reminding me again, I AM A WOMAN. The breeze takes our heat away, Cooling us, and leaving behind only the softest echos of our pleasure as we revel in the ease of sex. We both breathe in and out … My body still remembers what it feels like to be touched; My brain had forgotten. My sex … it is also my power … my gift. And, my body … mine to enjoy. Of Sex And Earth, Am I. Raquel LeBaudour ~ 2017/August “Bohemian Funk Poetry” Taken From: “Of Wilder Things” *Inspired by HIM. #womenbesexuallyfree #enjoyyourbody #befree #sexuality #sexualitynotshame #wiredforsensuality #women #bohemianfunkpoetry #augustwriting #augustescapades “I AM A WOMAN ... A UNIQUE AND SEXUAL BEING. WIRED FOR SENSUALITY. AND, SEXUALITY BEARS NO SHAME.” 🌿🔥🌿

[lymbrith]

Artist.

Benito Longoria

IG// @benitql       TW// @bxnito

Benito Longoria’s artwork stems from his disconnection in a traditional school environment. He took that situation which could be perceived as a negative and manifested it into his distinct art style. Benito created “A world I’d feel more comfortable in”.  A world where many originators would feel more comfortable. His artwork combines childlike elements and sophisticated paint strokes; the artist’s work gives you innocence and torment all at the same time all in the best ways.

Benito Longoria describes his art style as being mostly realism with elements of surrealism and abstraction. His goal with each piece is to express it in the most mystifying and honest way possible.

MAYERS.

Beginning, Middle.

Casa de Flor.

In five years time, Benito Longoria sees himself creating his own universe. Throughout the span of five years, he will gain knowledge and experience to make that dream a reality. He would like to do various projects with A$AP Rocky and GOLF. In everything he does, Benito will always view himself as a student because he shall never stop learning.

  Siana-Lee Valdez

“Saucy”

www.saucyytings.com

IG// @saucyysiiana      TW// @sauceyy.siianaa

Siana-Lee Valdez says her artwork derives heavily from her spiritual background and open-minded perspective of the world. She views the world as an endless possibility which reflects highly in her pieces. Saucy’s choice in vibrant colors, unexpected pattern mixing, and texture sets her work out from the rest. She dives deeply into her thoughts and imagination when creating. Siana-Lee Valdez chooses not to just accept the reality given to her but instead “Creates her own Reality“. 

Siana, an observer of life, identifies people’s hidden intentions through their words, facial expressions, and body language. That is what her latest project includes. Three individual paintings all representing the personalities of humanity. The “Sleepwalker”, the “Seeker”, and the “Fronter”.

In five years time, Saucy will be twenty-three and be living in her New York apartment. Still growing. Still creating. Still loving life. Siana-Lee would like to dabble in film, music, and photography. Her true goal is to inspire, and that she will/ is doing every day.

Alexis Denis Hicks

IG// @a_denicee & @lex_pressions

Alexis Denis Hicks has an eclectic and eccentric style of artwork. She says she tries to remain in a renaissance-esque style of the free nipple movement. As an artist, Alexis doesn’t do it for the shock value but for the natural beauty and art form in and of itself. She considers her work blacstract.

Alexis Hicks finds inspiration in movements such as Black Lives Matter and has been following the movement since it began in 2013. She quotes Tina Lawson when describing her emotions towards her work “It’s so much beauty in being black., and I’ve always known that”.

In five years time, Alexis Denis Hicks sees herself and her brand prospering from the hours of prayer and dedication put into her work. Lexpressions will be a well-known brand name amongst peers, selling prints and painting all over the world.

 August Dunson

www.augustwritesblog.wordpress.com

IG// @august_writes     TW// @augustwrites

August Dunson’s style of work is described as simple and clean with aspects of wild color and shapes. She’s an illustrative artist with abstract influences. Currently, August is experimenting with her artistic style and has a heavy hand in the world of poetry. That work can be read on her site August Writes Blog. 

The portrait piece of George Stinney Jr photographed above was heavily influenced by the work of Vik Muniz. August Dunson stated, “[Vik Muniz’s] portrait really moved me and imprinted the story of George Stinney Jr in my mind forever so I knew I had to create something telling his story”.

In five years time, August Dunson would like to have her artistic style cemented down and work be well known. She hopes to have her art be on view in galleries, art shows, and collaborations with designers to have her art printed on clothing.

  Up Next. “Artistry” Artist. Benito Longoria IG// @benitql       TW// @bxnito Benito Longoria's artwork stems from his disconnection in a traditional school environment.