#Harrison wells / reader

[adriellej]

Rough Days

Warnings: Explicit contents. Unprotected sex. Oral giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. 

Pairings: Harry Wells x Reader.

Word count:

Beginning 1: 2.1K+

Beginning 2: 3.8K+

In total: 4.7K+

Part 2

A/N: Smutty smut smut. It’s only my second time doing this, so hope it’s okay. Just had a good idea, and there’s probably going to be a part two, where they have to deal with it if you want it? Also, there are two types of beginnings to it. One where Reader is already drunk and Harry finds her, and one where they get drunk together! Have fun! 

Also, unprotected sex is a no-no, bad idea, don’t condone it!

Also GIF's aren't mine!

Reader already drunk beginning:

The past few days had been tough for you. The metas Alchemy was creating kept showing up everywhere, the metas already created by the particle accelerator explosion seemed to try to keep up with Alchemy's. 

Captain Singh wasn’t making it easy at the precinct. He had benched you because of the lack of sleep and focus you were having, you were acting out over the smallest things. So naturally you had needed some time away from everything. Away from home, away from work, and away from people. 

The team had gone home for the day a few hours ago, and you had made your way to the lounge area of S.T.A.R. labs and the fridge you knew had beers in it. You didn’t quite keep to the beers, you had also managed to find a flask of whiskey and tequila. 

By now you had gotten quite the buzz going, the music was playing from the speakers as you downed yet another shot of tequila. The liquor burned its way down your throat and you scrunched up your nose before biting into a piece of lime and shaking your head at it. 

“Whooo, I should do this more often,” You laughed to yourself. You had always been the type of drunk person who would end up being a happy-go-lucky kind of person. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” A rasped voice pulled you away from your endeavor. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. Harrison Wells with his black jumper and slick black jeans. His dark hair was slightly ruffled with a few strands sticking out to the sides. His expression was stern yet with a glimpse of amusement. 

“Harryyyyyy, hiii!” You slightly yelled out over the music. “What does it look like I’m doing though?” You questioned him back with a grin on your face as you took a swig of your whiskey. You didn’t wait for his answer as you continued. “I’m having my own little party, and quite honestly I’m having the absolute best time!” You lifted your glass in your hand and made your way over to Harry swaying ever so lightly on your way. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He looked at you with a little bit of concern in his eyes as he gripped onto your arms to keep you standing upright and not tumbling over. Your hands wound up on his as you realized which kind of muscles he was hiding under that jumper. You squinted your eyes at him and began to make a pout with your lips. It didn’t last long before your lips turned upwards and your eyes were filled with enjoyment and carefreeness. 

“Actually I don’t think so, and you mister,” You said as you poked Harry in the chest hard enough for him to be swayed a bit backward. “Won’t take my fun away,” You finished before breaking out into a full laugh. Harry chuckled at you and your behavior. 

“Actually come to think of it, you should join my fun!” Your lips turned into a smirk as you went to get a glass of whiskey for Harry. “We deserve a bit of fun and downtime,” You said momentarily your voice was laced with seriousness. 

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” He chuckled with his beautiful smile ever so lightly creating his dimples. “Somebody has to make sure you’re okay,” He continued as he gestured with his hand to you. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fantastic,” You answered as you went over to him with the glass of whiskey in your hand. “Here, drink up my friend!” You spoke attempting to sound serious, just to have your smile betray you. Harry took the glass from you and took a swig of it causing you to smile even wider. 

“So you’re in?” You questioned with a small expectant giggle at the end of it. 

“I’m in,” He says with a wink and a smirk at you, rendering your knees to go soft on you. He takes another swig of the whiskey emptying the glass. He handed it over to you and you gladly took it to get him a refill. 

“We need to get you up to speed with me,” You smiled mischievously at him. You sat down a shot glass in front of him and poured some tequila into it. “Let me borrow your hand,” You said as you held out your own. He does as you tell him and you lick at the back of his hand before pouring some salt on it. “Salt, shot, and lime,” You tell him. He looked at you, his mouth slightly agape. His eyes had darkened at the action you had made.

“Earth to Harry?” You asked as you waved your hand in front of his face, your own face confused with a cocked eyebrow. “Yes?” He cleared his throat before speaking, followed by a big swallow causing his adams apple to bob. 

“Did you hear anything of what I said?” You let out a laugh that came from the bottom of your stomach. 

“Right, yes I did,” He licked the salt from his hand, took the shot, and bit into the lime. His face scrunched up by the taste of the liquor hitting the back of his throat. You made him take quite a lot more, you took some with him to keep your own high buzz going. 

Reader and Harry getting drunk together:

You were walking into S.T.A.R. labs with the rest of the team. It had been a tough fight with the current metas roaming the streets of Central City. Alchemy was creating quite a lot on the way, and every damn meta in this town seemed to be out for blood. 

You threw your backpack on the floor beside the central console of the cortex. You flopped down on a chair in front of the computer, taking your guns out of your holsters and putting them down on the table. 

“I swear Y/N, if one of those goes off on my computer, you’d wish hell was freezing over,” Cisco pointed at you. 

“Oh relax Cisco, the safety is on,” You say as you look at them, realizing that you might have forgotten that in the heat of the moment, or maybe more in the tiredness of the moment. “Or now it is at least,” You mumbled to yourself. 

“What was that?” Cisco asked his eyes squinting at you. “Nothing!” You laughed it off, knowing he would in fact kill you if you ruined his computers. 

“That’s what I thought,” He laughed back at you. 

“You do know he means it right?” Harry spoke with a serious face as he sat down beside you. You looked over at him with amusement in your eyes. 

“Is Harrison Wells afraid of what Cisco might do?” You joked. You thought you were funny, but looking at Harry’s face you thought differently. His eyes were hard as he looked at you. It felt like he was looking right through you. You swallowed thickly at the hard glare he was giving you.

“I’m not afraid of Ramon,” His voice was hoarse and low but laced with a hint of worry. Cisco’s computers and satellites were his everything, and having seen it be blown up a few times, both you and Harry knew he would hurt whoever hurt his tech. 

“Well, we’re going home for the day,” Barry and Iris smiled as she spoke. “I’m more than ready to go home and get some sleep. We’ll see you all tomorrow,” She continued and waved at everyone. So did Barry as they left the building. 

“I’m going to follow them. Cisco can you drive me home?” Caitlin asked her friend. Caitlin had had a rough time lately, she didn’t talk much about it, but you knew she would when she was ready for it. 

“Are you coming along too, Y/N?” Cisco asked grabbing his jacket from the console in front of you. 

“Nah, I’ll stay here for a while. I’m gonna see what it is we’re missing with Alchemy and all these new metas that are popping up. Thanks for asking though!” You smiled and gave a thumbs up to let him know you meant it. 

“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to go home and rest?” Harry asked beside you with a soft smile. You loved to see him smile, even more because it wasn’t so often he did. 

“No, really it’s all good. I want to be here, no need to go home to an empty apartment anyway,” You spoke as you looked away from him and back to the computers in front of you. 

Harry nodded at you and walked away, probably to go work on his own Alchemy project. You started to type away, going through every piece of evidence you had on Alchemy. 

You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock. It felt like you had been sitting with it for hours, but there had only been 40 minutes. Realizing that you weren’t going to get much done you walked to the lounge, grabbing two glasses and pouring some whiskey into them.

Turning the corner into Harry’s lab you saw him looking at the clear board with equations on it, his white marker in his hand. You had been right when you thought he would be working.  You knocked at the entrance causing him to turn around and look at you. 

“What?” He asks gruffly and you raise the two glasses of whiskey in your hands. 

“Wanna have a drink with me?” You asked politely entering his workshop. 

“Uh, sure,” His answer was short but held a lot of meaning. He never stopped working, so his saying yes was a win for you. “Any particular reason?” He questioned as you handed him one of the glasses. 

“Can’t we just enjoy a drink without there has to be a reason for it?” You asked cockily with raised eyebrows. It earned you a small laugh from the Earth-Two scientist. You looked at him surprised at his response to it. “Maybe we should do it more often if it earns laughs from you,” You jokingly continued. 

“Don’t count on it,” He replied deeply, though there was still a small smile hiding behind the glass. You raised your glass to him and took a sip of the liquor. The burning sensation was welcoming in your throat. The small interaction you and Harry had was nice. Your life had been a mess lately so when you had emptied your glasses, you had stayed with Harry while he went back to work.  

“Are you just going to sit there for the rest of the night?” He asked looking over his shoulder and back at you. 

“Well actually I’d say yes, but then I thought we could also decide to have our way of resting,” You smiled at him as you took your feet down from his desk and turned all the way towards him. His features looked questioningly at the statement you had made. “We could go drink some more whiskey. Pretty sure we both could need some time away from Alchemy?” The last part you said as a question as you waited for his response. 

“And why would you think that?” Harry’s usual hard look and closed-offness showed. 

“Because Harry, you have been staring at the same equation for the past hour and gotten nowhere,” You told him gesturing to the board in front of him. His stare felt like it could shoot daggers at you for having said that, but you knew he was agreeing with you when a small nod came in your direction.  “Cool, let’s go then,” You said snapping your fingers in the direction of the lounge you had picked up the whiskey in before. 

A few whiskeys in you were both talking a lot more loosly about what was troubling you. As Harry, you weren’t one who cared much for sharing too many feelings or problems. They were your own, and yours to deal with. 

“I could have sworn you had just decided to spend most of your time here, just like Barry usually does now,” Harry stated as he looked slightly surprised at you for your confession. 

“Nope, Captain Singh asked me, or more made me, stay home and take care of myself. He sent my ass home, and I can’t just sit at home doing nothing, so here I am,” You threw your arms out to the side as you took a small bow in the chair. 

It earned you one of the rare laughs from Harry. Either it was the alcohol talking or maybe Harry was actually enjoying himself a little. You decided to go with the latter, making it so much easier to just smile and forget things for a while. 

You stood up to grab the flask of whiskey, only to realize it was empty. You looked through the cupboards to see if you could find something else. A devilish smile crept on your lips as you grabbed the flask and stood up. “Harry!” You yelled out. His body shot towards you at your sudden outburst. “I have found something better than whiskey,” You smiled from ear to ear shaking the tequila bottle in your hand. “We are so going to take some tequila shots!” You laughed out loud at the expression on Harry’s face. 

“No, we are most certainly not,” He replied coldly as he stood up and started to leave, and you knew how you could make him stay. 

“Harry, it’s a task, and you solve tasks right?” He stopped dead in his tracks and you could almost imagine the expression on his face and that joyed you even more. You knew you had won. 

“Fine!” He exclaimed and turned back to you, a few large strides and he was on the other side of the island. 

“Do you know how to?” You asked hesitantly not knowing how much drinking he had done on Earth-Two and in his younger days. “Did you just ask me if I know how to do tequila shots? How old do you think I am?” He said slightly annoyed before he broke out a dimple-filled smile. You broke out into a real fit of laughter before answering him. 

“I’m so sorry Harry, that sounded terrible,” Leaning forwards on the table in front of you, you half smacked yourself in the head when you put it into your hand. 

“C’mon, pour it Y/L/N!” He chuckled as he pushed the shot glass over in your direction. You found the salt and cut out the limes you had found in the fridge. You weren’t quite sure why the team even had this here, but you weren’t about to be mad at it. 

You clinked your glasses together before shooting it down. You both shook your heads and looked at each other, smiles spreading as you continued to pour tequila into your glasses.

“Right, let’s see,” You say with an idea in your head. You licked your own hand as you put it to your neck, you leaned your neck to the side as you drizzled salt on it and the lime in your hand. “Let’s go, Harrison,” You smiled playfully at him, his eyes glistening with just as much playfulness. 

He stepped close to you, your chests touching each other, his hands on your hips. You leaned your head to the side giving him access to lick the salt off of you. His tongue was warm to your skin sending shivers down your spine. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan from escaping your lips. He stayed at your neck a little longer than he needed to and kissed you on the neck as his face left your neck. Downing the shot you had poured him, he looked for the lime and you smiled brightly with it between your teeth. 

It didn’t take long for Harry to catch on to what you wanted. A smirk danced across his lips before crashing them to yours to bite the lime. His lips were soft on yours. He tasted of a mix of tequila, lime, and whiskey. You spat out the lime before going back to kissing him. Your arms snaked around his neck drawing him closer to you. He gladly accepted and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid across your lower lip and you quickly granted him access. 

Your tongue felt like it fit perfectly with his as they danced and explored together. The kiss was filled with need, a hunger, for each other. Damn his an amazing kisser, you thought to yourself as you got completely lost in his intoxicating kiss. You broke apart after a few minutes needing to catch your breaths. 

His crystal blue eyes looked into yours, they were darker than usual, filled with arousal. Your chest was heaving for breaths and Harry pulled away from you. You whined as you lost the heat from his warm body. 

“I’m sorry,” He spoke lowly as he started to pull completely away from you. You grabbed the jumper in your hands and pulled him towards you. “Harry shut up and kiss me again,” You ordered your own eyes filled with lust. It didn’t take long for him to oblige to your command, his hands roaming your entire body. 

He pushed you backward till you reached the countertop and boxed you in between his body and the table. Your fingers tangled themselves in his dark locks as you pulled lightly at them. A hum escaped his throat as he kissed his way down from your jaw to your ear nibbling lightly at your earlobe before moving down to your neck. 

His kisses left your skin on fire. A burning sensation was starting to grow in your stomach and between your legs. You wanted him. You needed him. 

“Harry,” You whimpered in response to his kisses, licks and sucks. He was sure to leave marks on you. His hand moved in between your legs cubbing the outsides of your cunt, grinding at it with his hand. 

Several moans left your throat involuntarily. You couldn’t help it, this man was doing so much to you. He was humming in response to your moans. His lips went back to yours. You could feel the grin on his lips as he kissed you. 

His hands grabbed around your thighs hoisting you to sit on the countertop, keeping your legs spread to make space for him in between. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him as close to you as you could.

He grinded against you and you met his grinds with your own. You could feel his arousal, rock hard and ready for you. A groan left Harry’s lips at your movements and a smirk appeared on your lips. This time it was you breaking the kiss to make it to his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses. As you bit slightly into his skin, an animalistic groan left his throat, as you left a mark on him. 

“Either you stop and we go to my room, or continue and I’ll take you right here,” His voice was low and lust-filled as he spoke. The words hit you as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

“Oh I’m not nearly done, Harrison Wells,” you mused his name and it seemed to have the effect you wanted it to. Harry gripped your hips tightly and pulled you closer to him as his lips crashed with yours. The kiss was filled with need as you were both losing control of yourselves. 

One of his hands traced under your shirt and up to your breast and grabbed it. Your body ached for him as your chest shot forward at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipple. His hand let go of your breast only to discard the clothing in front of it. He kissed down your neck and down to your chest and sucked lightly at your nipple as his other hand traced up your thigh toward your wet spot. 

“Oh god, Harry,” You moaned out at the heat pooling inside of you. 

“Mmh, what?” He looked down at you with a big smirk on his lips, his normally blue eyes almost completely dark from lust. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” You looked up at him whining. “But now we’re at it, you have too many clothes on,” You smiled innocently up at him as your hands glided toward the hem of his jumper. He chuckled deeply before lifting his arms up to discard his jumper. 

Your mouth fell open as your eyes roamed his torso. His chiseled muscles showed as he flexed a little under your stare. Clothes did him dirty. 

“My eyes are up here Y/N,” He pulled you from your trance. Your cheeks flushed as you looked down shyly. His fingers went under your chin to make you look up at him. “Like what you see?” He muses with amusement.

“I mean, have you looked yourself in the mirror?” You spoke as your eyes darted down to his chest again. Your tongue darted over your lips as you took all of him in again. “How can I not like what I see?” You continued your own eyes darkening more. 

Your legs tugged him into you again as your lips met his again. You were fighting for dominance, pouring every feeling of lust and need into the kiss. Your fingers were digging into his skin at his shoulders. 

Harry pulled you down from the countertop, unbuttoning your jeans, not once breaking the kiss. You shimmied out of your jeans and panties and stood completely nude in front of him. This time it was Harry’s turn to get tranced, licking his lips. 

“My eyes are up here, Harrison,” You mused the same response he had had to your staring. His laugh filled the lounge as his hands found your hips again. “What? No smart comment?” You chuckled. “Nope, not this time. You look beautiful,” His smile was genuine, his eyes had gone soft again, and you felt your cheeks burning from his admiration. He leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was different from the others, this was more caring and more emotional. 

Your hands went to his shoulders moving down his chest. He flexed under your touch and deepened the kiss again as your hands found the button on his jeans. It didn’t take long for him to discard them. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but dart down to his erection. He sure did hide a lot under those clothes; because holy hell he was well-equipped. The burning desire inside of you took over as you went down to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes. 

A smirk playing at your lips as you licked from the base of his cock and up to the tip. A deep rumble came from Harry’s chest as his eyes closed shut and his head leaned back. Your tongue swirled around the tip, licking off the precum before taking his cock into your mouth. You bobbed your head in rhythm with your hand at the base. Your tongue swirled around the tip every time you came back up, before taking as much as you could of him in again. 

“Y/N,” Harry moaned out. “Fuck, it feels so good,” his breathing became more panting as he took every bit of pleasure you were giving him. You could feel him tense under your touch and you bobbed your head a little faster, drawing him closer to his release. 

He took in a sharp breath as he pulled away from you. 

“Harry, why did you do that? I almost had you,” You looked up at him while pouting. 

“Because when I cum I want to be in you,” He took hold of your hand helping you up and he instantly pushed you back to the countertop. His lips find yours again, his hands on your hips, lifting you back up to sit. His head moved down your chest, down to your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. 

Your own breathing became quicker at the thought of what he was about to do. Your hand tangled itself in his hair as he kissed the inner side of your thigh. The feeling of his mouth leaving shivers going up and down your body. Moans escaped your lips as he moved closer to your cunt. 

“Mmh, you’re so wet for me,” He breathed as his tongue licked through your folds, leaving a fire burning inside of you. His tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. The pleasure coursing through your veins, the feeling of heat pooling in your stomach, alarming you that you were close. 

“Harry, I’m-,” You choked out, one hand gripping the countertop so tightly your knuckles were going white. 

“Cum for me, princess,” Harry focused more on your clit and it didn’t take long before you were coming undone for him. He lapped all of your orgasm before coming back up to your head and giving you a chaste kiss. 

“Well you certainly know what you’re doing,” You breathed heavily coming down from your high, a proud smirk played on Harry’s lips. Your hands reached around his neck and you pulled him close to you. Your kiss wasn’t chaste in any way, it was lust-filled and hard. You could taste your own orgasm on his wet lips. One of your legs wrapped around his body, pulling him even closer to you. “I need you Harry,” You begged him. You needed him inside of you. You were hungry for him. All of him. 

Harry aligned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you. Moans escaped both of your lips as he let you adjust to him. He slowly started thrusting into you. Controlled, slow moves were dragging out the pleasure already building in you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good around me. So perfect,” He breathes into the base of your neck. One of your hands was holding onto his shoulder and the other clawing at his back. 

“Harry, I- I won’t last long,” You were moaning and panting under him. 

“Neither will I,” He groans out, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier. Your orgasm builds up quickly in you. Leaving you screaming out his name as you draw closer and closer. A few more quick and hard thrusts leave you both coming down and hard. 

He stayed with his head dipped into the crook of your neck, your hand started drawing circles at his back. He draws back from you and pulls out of you. His dark hair was messy from sweat and your hands, and you only saw the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

A big goofy smile played on your lips and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, as your breathing was slowing down again. 

“What?” He smiled and shifted a little on his feet as his cheeks turned a shade of pink. 

“Oh, nothing, you’re just very handsome,” You spoke looking him deeply in his eyes. He leaned in to give you another kiss. He broke apart from you, but you continued to peck his lips in between words. “Also. You. Just. Rocked. My. World,” Your hands were cupping his face as you held onto him. 

“Well, why don’t we go rock it some more,” He returned your goofy smile with a wink as he dragged you with him to his room. 

Your eyes slowly started to flutter open and you groaned out at the bright light hitting your face. You rubbed your eyes with one hand as you felt the hangover headache hitting you. It wasn’t until you tried to move that you realized that there was someone beside you. 

You turned your head slowly as to not disturb whoever it was holding onto your side. 

You didn’t exactly expect to see a certain dark-haired grumpy scientist beside you. 

“Oh god, what have I done?” You said to yourself, panic coursing through your veins, causing a pair of blue eyes to open and look at you.

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The hum of the S.T.A.R. Labs lab was constant, like the steady beat of a heart. The air buzzed with the collective effort of Barry, Caitlin, Cisco, and Harry—all working tirelessly, pushing their minds and their skills to find a solution that would trap Zoom and finally close the breach for good. The weight of the looming threat was always in the back of your mind, hanging over the lab like a dark cloud. But despite the sense of urgency and the fear of what might happen if they didn’t succeed soon, there was also a strange clarity in the work. It sharpened your focus, as though the tension made everything else fade into the background. You couldn’t afford to think about anything else. You had to stay sharp.

But as much as you tried to stay focused on the task at hand, there was one person who refused to leave your thoughts.

Harrison Wells—Earth-2 version.

You had been part of Team Flash for a long time. Long enough to know that trust didn’t come easily. Long enough to have seen betrayal up close, especially from someone who had once been a part of your team, someone who wore the name Harrison Wells but was secretly Eobard Thawne in disguise. You had lived through the pain of that betrayal, and it had made you wary of anyone who could even remotely remind you of the man you thought you knew.

So, when the Earth-2 version of Harrison Wells showed up, you were understandably cautious. There was no telling what kind of man this version of Wells was. He was different, but in some ways, he was also too familiar. At first, you couldn’t quite make him out. Was he trustworthy? Was he just another manipulator? Or was he someone who could help?

But as the days passed, you started to see something that you didn’t expect.

A grumpy, sarcastic, brooding charm that seemed to surround him like a dark cloud. And for reasons you couldn’t fully explain, you found yourself drawn to him. Not in the way that made you feel nervous or uncertain—no, this was different. It was an odd mixture of curiosity and something else. Maybe it was the way he always had a sharp retort ready, or how he would argue with you like a seasoned partner, but never in a mean way. He could be tough, unyielding, but never cruel.

It was strange, but there was something about his arguments with you that felt… oddly familiar. Like the way an old married couple bickers over the smallest, most insignificant things. You could feel the teasing in your voice when you’d push back against one of his opinions, but there was no malice in it.

You didn’t mind it. In fact, you came to look forward to it. The way he would cross his arms and huff, the way his lips would quirk when he was about to argue again.

There was a warmth behind his gruff demeanor. A softness that was just hidden beneath the surface, waiting for someone to notice.

And you did.

It wasn’t something you could explain to anyone—not that you tried. At first, you tried to keep your feelings for him to yourself, chalking it up to simple admiration or maybe even a little bit of fascination with how different he was from the previous Harrison Wells. But the more you worked with him, the more you realized that your feelings weren’t so simple. The easy back-and-forth, the teasing, and the way your interactions always felt so natural—it made you feel… comfortable. And that comfort was slowly starting to change into something else.

It was like a game. You’d tease him, and he’d play right along. Sometimes, you could see the flicker of a smile on his face before he would quickly hide it. Sometimes he’d get frustrated, but you could tell it wasn’t serious—just part of the game. And it was that balance of tension and playfulness that you found so strangely appealing.

You would find yourself going out of your way just to provoke him a little, enjoying the way he would respond, his sharp wit never failing to make you laugh. He was a challenge, a puzzle you couldn’t quite figure out, but you liked that. You liked the way he made you think, how every conversation with him felt like a little mental sparring match.

And yet, no matter how much you bickered, there was a strange sense of comfort between the two of you. It wasn’t the kind of comfort you felt around the others—Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco. It was different. It was the kind of comfort that came from familiarity, from knowing someone well enough to know how to push their buttons, yet still feel safe enough to be yourself around them.

You knew Harry was sharp. He was intelligent, intense, and sometimes a little intimidating, but there was something endearing about him when he wasn’t being so… well, Harry. It made you realize that he wasn’t so much a mystery to solve, but someone who was, in his own way, just as human as everyone else on the team.

You stood in front of the transparent board, marker in hand, staring at the calculations you had been scribbling for the past hour. The numbers and formulas were tangled together in a messy web, but you were certain you were close to something. You just needed to tweak a few more things to find the right way to close the breach and trap Zoom once and for all.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself as you jotted down another number, but you felt the familiar presence of Harry

hovering nearby. You didn’t need to look to know that he was watching, probably waiting for you to mess something up, as usual.

A moment later, you heard his voice, the same calm, but firm tone that had become a signature of his.

“You’re not considering the frequency resonance of the breach correctly,” he said, his words measured, like he was explaining something very obvious. “You’re too focused on the vibrations’ variations, and it’s skewing your entire calculation.”

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “I did consider that, Harry. It’s right here,” you pointed to a section of the board where you’d accounted for it. “What you’re not seeing is the variance in the temporal energy fluctuations. It’s what keeps causing the breach to destabilize.”

Harry sighed in that way that always made you feel like you were missing something incredibly simple. “No, you’re missing the bigger picture,” he said, a slight edge to his voice. “The breach is fluctuating, yes, but it’s more about how the frequencies interact with the quantum field. If you don’t adjust for that, everything you’re doing is a waste of time.”

You could feel the heat rising in your chest, the quiet thrill of arguing with him. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Harry,” you said, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, even though he couldn’t see it. “Maybe you should just let me finish, since I’m the one holding the marker.”

There was a small pause, a flicker of something in his gaze as he watched you, before he finally leaned back in his chair, clearly not about to give up just yet. “Fine. But I’m telling you, you’re overcomplicating things,” he shot back, his voice still as controlled as ever, but there was a hint of challenge in it that you couldn’t ignore.

“Overcomplicating? Really?” You spun to face him, walking a few steps toward him, your heels clicking against the floor as you moved. “You’re the one who insists that the frequencies must line up perfectly before we even consider the temporal fluctuations,” you teased, your eyes narrowing mischievously. “I’m not the one stuck in my own little theory.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed too, though there was a spark in them that felt more… playful than you had expected. “I’m not stuck. You’re just too focused on the easy stuff.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” you quipped, standing directly in front of him now, almost in between his legs as you placed your hands on your hips, still holding the marker. "Maybe I’m just better at this than you.”

You could see the corner of his lips twitch, but he said nothing for a moment, simply looking at you with that serious intensity of his. There was something about the way he looked at you that made your pulse race, a sudden awareness of his presence that you hadn’t felt earlier.

You refused to let yourself get distracted, though. The teasing, the bickering, it was all part of the game, right? You were just having fun, weren’t you? You wanted to get the last word. That’s all.

“I know how to fix this breach. Maybe you should take a seat and let me finish. But no, you’ve got to keep nitpicking everything.”

Harry leaned forward just slightly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a focused intensity. “I’m not nitpicking,” he said quietly, but you could hear the hint of a challenge in his voice. “I’m just trying to save you from making a huge mistake.”

That was it. You weren’t going to let him have the last word this time.

“If you’re so sure you can do it better, then take the marker and show me,” you said with a playful smirk, feeling the familiar thrill of teasing him. “I’d love to see how you—”

You stopped abruptly, words catching in your throat as Harry stood up.

In that instant, everything around you seemed to freeze. You had been standing so close to him already, your bodies almost touching, but the moment he rose from his chair, it felt like the space between you completely vanished. His towering presence loomed over you—he was a full head taller, his body just inches away from yours.

He was tall—really tall—and the way he stood, towering over you, made your heart race faster than you’d like to admit.

Your breath faltered as you realized just how much you had underestimated how tall he was. You shouldn't be surprised, but you were used to seeing the old Harrison constantly sitting in his wheelchair.

This was different. He was standing. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, and for a moment, you couldn’t think straight.

Your knees felt weak, as if the ground beneath you might just give way. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this… exposed, so aware of another person’s presence. It was as if the air had thickened between you, and suddenly, all the playful bickering seemed insignificant. The tension that had always simmered beneath your words now felt electric, almost palpable.

You blinked, but the words you'd been preparing to say completely slipped from your mind. His blue eyes were so intense, fixed on you as if he could read every thought you were trying to hide.

For a second, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Was it you, or was it suddenly so much warmer? The air between you felt thick, charged with something you couldn’t quite place, but it was almost suffocating. Your skin felt too tight, and you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the way your body reacted without you even trying to control it.

Harry seemed to notice, his voice quieter, more measured. "Something wrong?" His tone had shifted, no longer filled with teasing but carrying an almost gentle quality that made your insides do flip-flops. There was no mockery now—just curiosity, maybe even concern. It sent a wave of nervousness crashing over you, and for a moment, you couldn’t quite tell if you were standing on solid ground anymore.

You swallowed, trying to regain some semblance of control over your racing heart. You opened your mouth to speak but had to swallow again before you could manage any coherent words. "Uh… no," you managed, but even you could hear the slight tremor in your voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound unsure, but the way Harry was looking at you—standing so close, his presence so powerful—it was impossible to focus on anything else. It was embarrassing how easily he could affect you.

Harry’s eyes flickered to your face, studying you with that same intensity, and a bemused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You’re staring," he pointed out, his voice more curious than teasing now. There was no mocking tone, no playful challenge—just an observation that made your cheeks burn even more.

You froze, caught in the act. You hadn’t even realized you were staring. Your eyes had simply been drawn to him, to the way his tall frame seemed to take up more space than you had expected. His broad shoulders, the sharpness of his jawline, the way his posture had softened when he stood—it was impossible to ignore, and your gaze just followed the natural line of his form.

You took a shaky breath and tried to take a step back, but your legs felt a little too unsteady for it. You were acutely aware of how close he was, of how you had moved almost into his personal space. Your mind scrambled for something normal to say, anything to break the tension that was quickly building between you.

"I just… I didn’t realize you were so..." You trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to finish the sentence. The words felt stuck in your throat. You couldn’t even remember what you had been about to say. His eyes—those piercing, blue eyes—pulled you in again, and for a moment, you couldn’t tear your gaze away.

"So?" Harry prompted, his voice lower now, with a trace of amusement. He didn’t pull back or make any effort to put distance between you—if anything, he leaned in just slightly, as if to invite you to keep speaking. His lips twitched, holding back a grin, and you felt the magnetism between you grow even stronger.

"Tall," you blurted out before you could stop yourself, and the instant the word left your mouth, your face flushed even more, the embarrassment flooding you. You could practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. "I didn’t realize how tall you were."

It sounded so ridiculous.

You winced internally, wishing for the ground to swallow you up. It was such a stupid thing to say, but his reaction was unexpected. Harry’s amused smile softened into something else, almost like he was genuinely entertained by your flustered state.

He didn’t mock you, didn’t say anything else for a few seconds, but the way he looked at you now—his blue eyes just slightly squinting, a playful glimmer in them—left you feeling uncomfortably exposed. You could hear his breath, steady and calm, and it only made you more aware of the close proximity.

"Well, now you do," he said, his voice low, as if savoring the moment.

Before you could react, Harry took the marker from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. It was a fleeting touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you freeze for a moment. The warmth from his touch lingered on your skin, and when you didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement still dancing in his eyes.

"May I?" he asked, his voice soft but carrying a certain authority that made your heart skip.

You blinked, suddenly realizing he was waiting for you to step aside so he could get to the board. Flushing a deep red, you quickly stepped back, not trusting yourself to say anything. You felt like you were still in a trance, caught in the intensity of his gaze and presence.

As he moved toward the board, you couldn’t help but watch him. He took the marker and began to correct your calculations with a practiced hand. His arm flexed as he wrote, muscles shifting beneath the fabric of his shirt, his movements confident, assured. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the way his body seemed to fill the space around him, the lines of his back, the curve of his neck as he focused on the board. 

It hit you then, all at once: you’d been blind to this before. The way your pulse quickened whenever he was near, the way his presence seemed to fill every room. You’d tried to ignore it, tried to tell yourself it was just work—but now, standing so close, you realized you were drawn to him in ways you hadn’t even admitted to yourself. The attraction had always been there, simmering under the surface. But now it was impossible to deny.

You took a tentative step closer, unable to stop yourself, your eyes locked on his calculations as you tried to regain some sense of normalcy. You had to focus on the math, not on the way your heart seemed to race whenever he was near.

When Harry finished, he turned toward you with a small, satisfied smile. “There, you see? That's correct,”

he said, pointing to the final result.

You leaned in to look at what he’d done. You reread the numbers, the equation, the way it all fit perfectly together, and you realized with a quiet sense of awe that he had been right from the start. He’d been right about everything. You looked up at him, ready to offer your reluctant apology, but instead, you found him already looking at you. His gaze was so intense it felt like it was pulling you in, like he could see straight through you.

The air around you seemed to thicken, the distance between you shrinking with each passing second. Your lips parted, but no words came out. There was only the beating of your heart, louder now, and the soft sound of his breath, steady and close.

Harry took a step forward, his body moving with an ease that was almost hypnotic. His eyes never left yours, and before you could even fully process what was happening, his hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The gesture was gentle, but it felt intimate, like an invitation.

Then, without warning, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, testing, as if he was waiting for you to pull away, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned into him, your body moving instinctively toward his. The world around you seemed to vanish, leaving only the feeling of his lips, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, and the thundering of your heart in your ears.

For a moment, you thought you might be dreaming, but the way he kissed you, the way his hands held you gently, told you that this was real—far too real. And when he finally pulled away, just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His eyes searched yours, and you saw the same confusion, the same surprise reflected there.

"Was that... alright?" he asked quietly, as if he was still unsure of what had just happened.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you looked at him, taking in the depth of the moment, and then, with a smile that didn’t quite hide your own surprise, you nodded.

"Yeah," you said, your voice soft but sure. "I think that was... more than alright."

[jokingmisfit]

Dominance

Eobard Thawne (Harrison Wells) x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Pure Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, P in V, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Power Imbalance, Daddy Kink, Reader's kinda a pillow princess ngl

Prompt- “Come sit on my lap.”

Prompt- “We can’t do that here!”

“How is it that he’ll be under me and still somehow topping?” You jokingly asked Caitlin.

Her eyes crinkle when she laughs. “Y’know, I really just don’t know.” She says red across her face.

“Too much information?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Just a little.” She answers and holds her fingers together.

“In my defense,” You say, grinning like a Cheshire. “You asked what was on my mind, continuously” 

She turns and shouts with a smile. “You looked confused!” She laughs.

“I am!” You yell in return ending your sentence in giggles.

In your small bubble of laughter and smiles you missed the whirring noise of your partner's wheelchair.

“You’re terrible…” Caitlin whispers out.

Snickering, you say “You love it.”

“It seems the two of you are enjoying yourselves.” Harrison’s voice cuts through.

“We absolutely are!” You exclaim.

“We are not!” Caitlin responds glaring at you. “How am I supposed to look at him?” She whisper-yells at you. 

“Suffer…” You tease.

“What exactly is Dr.Snow supposed to suffer?” Harrison asks smoothly.

It was your turn to blush as you tell him, “Nothing, nothing at all. At least not that you’d be interested in..”

You lean off the counter and scurry off, leaving a kiss on your fiance's cheek.

“Should I be concerned about that?” You hear him ask Caitlin as you leave the room.

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Hours later you're working in Harrison's office. The majority of the paperwork finally filed away into their proper drawers.You take a second to look around at the left over work. Not too much left, but you’d already been at it longer than you intended. You look at the few papers in your hand and decide to just finish them before taking a break.

Once again, you miss the entrance of your fiance. He pauses when he fully enters the office. He watches you with a pen in your mouth and legs crossed onto your chair and a few hums coming out of your lips. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you.

“Darling,” Harrison calls out to you, and you listen and look up at him. He lifts his hands and ushers you over with two fingers. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasps out to you.

You think nothing of the request and walk over to him, not taking the pen out of your mouth or the paper from your hands.

He laughs when you get to him. Grabbing your wrist he pulls you down and tosses your papers on the desk next to him. When you look at him he takes the pen from between your lips. He moved you to sit with your legs on the sides of his.

A giggle left your lips. “Now, Dr.Wells this isn’t a very appropriate position, especially for a boss and his assistant.” You smirked down at him.

“Maybe not,” He says, smirking as well. “But it is very appropriate for a man and his future wife.”

“I don’t know,” You teased. “I’m not convinced.” You smile and lean in to kiss him.

Pulling away you look at the clock and pout.

“I have to finish these papers soon..” You tell him as you move to pull away.

Harrison grabs your thighs and pulls you back down. You call his name but he doesn’t look up as he moves his hands up, moving your dress more out of the way for his hands to make contact with your skin. The cold contrast between his hands and your legs causes goosebumps to grow. 

“We can’t do that here!” You whisper and shout in a last hitched protest.

“Mm…” He hums into your neck. “I’m the boss,” Harrison grins against your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He gravels out.

His hands move softly against your inner thighs. Lightly trailing up till they reach your core.

“So defiant, yet here you are dripping on my hand.” His smile is predatory as he speaks. A pleasant rumble in his chest.

Your voice shakes in a whimper. “Daddy…”

His fingers move through your folds. The once cold digits now feel burning hot against your most sensitive parts. His teeth graze your neck. You grind lightly against him and he grounds you with his free hand.

God you swear his fingers move at unrealistic speeds.

You gasp and pant in his hold. An obsessive look is in his eyes as he pushes your hips into his hand repeatedly. 

“Such a good girl…” He groans into your mouth as he pulls you in.

Your pleads are muffled by his mouth as he swallows all your breath. Lewd noises come from your laps and you're so close. His thumb meets your clit and if the little white dots you saw were real you’d think you were in heaven.

“Beg me.” He demands. “Be good and beg me to let you cum.”

And you do. “Please, daddy… Please, please, please!”

Even when trying to keep your voice down you couldn’t keep yourself from shouting. He urges you with his fingers moving impossibly quicker. 

Your orgasm crashes down with the sound of your moaning screams being muffled by his neck as you bury your head there.

Despite how exhausted you are you continue to grind against his hand even though he no longer moved his fingers. You leave bites and marks on his neck now as you desperately try to taste every inch on the exposed skin.

He laughs lightly at you. “So pitiful…” Harrison insults.

He pushes your hips back and you move away. Breathily you hover back for a second as he takes himself out of his slacks.

“Come here, princess.” He holds himself in one hand and guides you back forward with his other.

Your nose to nose as he sinks you down onto him. Your breath dies in your throat. You try stopping halfway through bottoming out. Trying to give yourself time to adjust, but he grabs your hips more aggressively.

“Don’t think about slowing down yet little puppet.” He practically growls. 

He pushes you further until you're seated completely on his cock. You can feel everything deep within you and you can't help but squeeze against him.

Every groove and curve pulls a different part of pleasure from you. Your face is buried in his chest and you know he’s only granting you a moment of reprieve. The man has more stamina than a bull, you have no idea how.

He tsks at you and pulls your hair causing your head to go back with it. He holds you there as guides you to move.

“You can do better than this, princess…” He says lowly and all you can think is how he sounds dangerous and so goddamn hot.

Harrison pulls your hair roughly and growls before letting go and grabbing your waist with both hands. The man practically uses you as a toy bouncing you on his dick.

Arousal flows from your cunt and drips down your legs and stains his pants. The pleasure is so intense you feel useless, but you still try to meet his mechanics with thrusts of your own. One of his hands grips your ass and holds it so tightly you know you’ll bruise.

“Cum for me, puppet.” Harrison tells you roughly.

His hand moves down one keeping your thrusting on him and the other teases your clit. Your body shakes with pleasure and exhaustion as you come undone on him.

You squeeze him tightly keeping his cock trapped inside you as you cum. You feel the hot liquid burn you as he comes undone as well. Your moans stay in tune with his own quieter noises. You can feel him in you still. His dick barely even softened from the actions.

Like you said, stamina is worse than a bull.

You feel like you can’t see straight. Your lungs burn. His lips are still on your body scorching you with his touch.

He grins like a predator. “You don’t think we’re done yet do you, princess?”

[smittenbyvillains]

Harrison Wells: you breath too hard

Y/N: you stomp too hard

Harrison Wells: you eat too loud

Y/N: you can’t walk.

Barry Allen: …

Caitlin Snow: …

Cisco Romano: …

Barry Allen: Are they?

Cisco Romano: they are denying each other

Caitlin Snow: this happens a lot

Harrison Wells: At least I can sit just fine

Y/N: you’re grumpy and a know it all

Harrison Wells: You’re too perky

Y/N: excuse me?

Caitlin Snow: oh dear…

Cisco Romano: ..

Y/N: You think I’m annoying?

Harrison Wells: I didn’t say that-

Y/N: You did

Barry Allen: should we stop them?

Caitlin Snow: just wait

Y/N: you think I’m annoying and you’re mean

Y/N: *starts sobbing.*

Harrison Wells: shit. No no. I don’t think that.

Y/N: you do!

Harrison Wells: you’re a beautiful young lady and smart and wonderful personality

Y/N: *sobs more.*

Harrison Wells: *pulls her into his lap.* there there

Y/N: *calms down soon after.* big jerk

Harrison Wells: yes yes I’m a jerk but yours. *laughs*

Barry Allen: WAIT THEY ARE!

Caitlin Snow: you didn’t know?

Cisco Ramano: they are Barry. You’re too slow

Barry Allen: am not..

[unreliablesnake]

Somebody like you – part II (Harry Wells x reader)

Summary: You left the day after Harry kissed you and now he believes he chased you away. But when you return, you don’t hesitate to explain yourself.

Note: part 1 / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics.

Harry kissed you one time out of instinct and you fled right away. He thought you liked it too, he thought you felt the same way, but apparently you didn’t. You returned to A.R.G.U.S. where you had worked between the black hole incident and the day the team called you back soon after he arrived, and conveniently went no contact with him due to security measures there.

And now there he was, anxious and worried to death because Zoom had his daughter, and also because you were out there, out of his sight, basically served on a silver plate for the evil speedster. If he knew about you, he could easily kill this version of you as well to torture him even more than he already was.

You never explicitly told him he was the reason why you left, but he could feel that it was all because of that stupid kiss. He didn’t believe the whole “they just called me back to help with something I used to work on” excuse you came up with. It was too big a coincidence to believe. It bothered him, he blamed himself for chasing you away, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

Even after they freed Jesse, after he had entirely new things to worry about, Harry often found himself thinking about you. If you were only there to support him, to be by his side and ease the pain he felt–but you weren’t. You were hiding somewhere far from him, and on worse days he wondered which member of this little team kept in touch with you to keep you updated about whether or not he was still here.

“Look who’s back!” Harry heard Cisco’s voice from the cortex one day.

He pushed himself away from the desk he was working at to see who it was, and when he saw you standing there, he almost lost his balance with the swivel chair. It was you. It was really you standing there with that big and happy smile on your face, hugging the team as a greeting.

“How are things at A.R.G.U.S.?” Barry asked you with a laugh once he let go.

Whatever you said in response, his brain didn’t register your words. He didn’t care–he couldn’t care–when every cell in his body was ready to move towards you. All he had to do was stand up and walk over to where you stood. It wasn’t hard. Yet he couldn’t get himself to move because his brain was telling him you would only push him away, and he didn’t want his daughter and the entire team to witness that.

Yes, his ego was in the way.

Harry knew he was staring at you, but despite this he wasn’t really paying attention to what you said or did, this is why he only realized you were on the move when you were standing right in front of him. He gulped as he stood up and watched you with a nervous smile.

“Welcome back. How long will you stay?” he asked you hoarsely.

“As long as I can,” came your answer. “I’m done with that project, I have no reason to be there anymore.”

The others were watching you, he could see that over your shoulder, but it didn’t matter now. Maybe it was time to let go of his fears, maybe it was time to start an honest conversation. “Why did you leave?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I kissed you and the next day you announced you were leaving. Why did you leave?”

You suddenly started laughing, almost causing him to jump from surprise. “Harry, I didn’t leave because you kissed me. If I could, I would have called you, but the A.R.G.U.S. facility I was in has very strict rules,” you told him, slowly leaning closer. “To be honest, I thought about that kiss and you quite a lot.”

“Is that so?”

“I missed your grumpy attitude,” you whispered.

“I’m not grumpy,” he defended himself, but you only shook your head with a smile. “Yeah, maybe I am, but never with you.”

It was you who reached out to pull his head down and kiss him gently on the lips, drawing a series of whistles and claps from the team in the background. He couldn’t care less about the audience when he finally had you in his arms again. Safe and happy, just the way he wanted.

He pulled away for a second to take a better look at you, appreciating the view for the millionth time since you had met here the first time. You tilted your head to the side as you watched him, probably trying to figure out why he stopped, but he only smiled at you briefly before pulling you into a tight hug and rested his chin on top of your head.

Jesse was by now deep in a conversation with Caitlin, her eyes occasionally falling on him as they talked. He knew she was probably asking about you and he couldn’t blame her. She knew your doppelgänger, and knowing how smart his girl was, she probably had her suspicions already.

“They are staring, aren’t they?” you asked quietly.

“Of course they are,” came his response that lacked the usual hint of disapproval or sarcasm. He had grown to like these people, and while he wasn’t about to call them family, they were still more than simple friends. “Ready for the questions?”

You hummed in agreement as you let go of him, but you couldn’t even turn around before Jesse arrived. Harry was a little worried that she would disapprove of this thing you two had, but he was pleasantly surprised when her lips curled into a wide grin.

“Can I talk to you, Dad?”

And with this question the pleasant surprise turned into pure terror. You didn’t seem to notice and he was honestly grateful for that. You told them you would go over to the others, so he soon found himself feeling cornered by his own daughter.

“Please tell me this is not happening only because you lost our version of her,” Jesse began in a hushed voice. “I always knew you had feelings for her, I saw how badly her death hurt you, so don’t blame me for worrying about this version being nothing more than a cheap replacement.”

“Don’t call her that,” he warned her.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just want to make sure you really like her for who she is here, and not for what her doppelgänger was like.”

Harry drew in a deep breath as he thought about this. She was clever and she was right, and he had never had the time to truly get to know you. Sure, he paid attention to you even when you were avoiding him, so in a way he learned a lot about you, but he wasn’t sure if you saw past the little detail that he was your old crush’s Earth-2 counterpart.

Gulping loudly, Harry looked over at you and let out a groan. “I like her for who she is,” he said, and although he wanted to finish the sentence, he decided to fall silent instead.

And this silence was louder than he assumed it would be. “You’re not sure if she likes you for who you are,” Jesse pointed out, earning a nod from him. “I can ask her.”

“Or I can keep whatever this is going on and we’ll find out along the way,” he suggested with a smile.

“That might work too,” Jesse agreed with a shrug.

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

A/N: Helloooooo. Here's a little one-shot that didn't make it into More Than He Bargained For that I thought you would all enjoy!

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"I have to go out of town for a couple of days," Eobard reluctantly informed you, his expression softening as he looked down at your pouting face. "What? Why?" you protested, your eyes searching his for an explanation.

Eobard couldn't resist the charm of your pout; it made him feel guilty about leaving you. A warm smile graced his lips as he reassured you, "I have to do this thing for work, but I'll be back before you know it."

"Impossible," you countered, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips before snuggling closer to him. "I always hate when you aren't here."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on you. He wished he could freeze this moment, capture it in eternity. You and him…happy, lovers. You made the stagnant existence in this time period bearable. "Why can't you take me with you?" you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You know I can't," he replied, his voice filled with a touch of regret.

You groaned in response, not happy but acceptingly. "Alright."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room as the television droned on in the background, providing background noise with its latest stock market analysis.

"I have something for you," Eobard suddenly broke the silence, his voice infused with anticipation.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up eagerly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Oh? What is it?"

"We have to go outside, though," he teased, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Meet me outside," he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

You giggled as you watched him almost trip on his way to your shared bedroom, his playful smile and wink leaving you with a sense of curiosity. Grabbing your shoes, you headed outside to join him.

Eobard's house was a cozy haven, nestled alongside the lake bordering Central City. The backyard was a sight to behold, with towering, lush trees adorned with delicate jar lights. A beautiful garden with a meandering stone path guided you towards the shimmering lake. From this vantage point, you could also see the dazzling cityscape, adding to the enchantment of your little piece of heaven.

"It's beautiful."

You turned around and found Eobard standing beside you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. "It is," you replied, unable to contain your joy.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the view," he sweetly retorted, his gaze filled with affection.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Before I go, I wanted to give you something, but first, I have to ask you something," Eobard began, his voice laced with nerves.

Curiosity ignited within you. "Okay," you responded, your voice soft and filled with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as it ran through his hair. "Is everything okay?" you asked, concern creeping into your voice.

"Yes! Yes, I just—" he stammered, his eyes meeting yours before he finally gathered his composure. Stepping forward, his voice regained strength. "Will you marry me?"

You stood frozen, unable to process the question at first.

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

"Yes, of course!" you squealed with delight as he kissed you passionately, sealing the moment. As you pulled apart, your eyes glanced down and spotted a dazzling diamond ring with your beloved gemstone nestled in the center.

Overwhelmed with joy, you looked up at him and said, "I love you."

A radiant smile graced his face as he replied, "I love you too."

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[pinguwrites]

Ok sorry the old post got deleted but basically the premise

1) I made the new Lolita au Russian bot

2) I’m in love with Tom cavanagh and especially his portrayal of eowells in season one of cw the flash. I’ve been in love with eowells since I was like ten and I’ve always wanted to write about him because his character impacted my life in ways I can’t imagine

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[brianllamawrites]

Autumn Chill (Harry Wells X Reader)

A/N: Nobody check when the last time I posted a fic was lol. Hoping my writing brain will kick in soon now that I've finally finished something. This post was brought to you by the head cold I had last week lmao. If anyone wants to be tagged in future fics don't hesitate to ask!

Word Count: 958

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“Hey, I’m home!” called Harry.

He rushed to pull off his boots and didn’t even bother to look at his bag when it fell on the floor. He tossed his coat on the nearest chair, and spun around to double-check that the front door was definitely locked before he briskly walked away from it.

You had both been at STAR Labs all morning, but the autumn chill had seeped into the building, and Harry sent you home the moment he heard you sneeze. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of sending you home alone. You looked so tired and cold; it took all his willpower not to bundle you up and have you sit next to him as he worked, but you deserved to fall asleep on something much more comfortable than an office chair, and there was still an enormous amount of work left for him to do. Of course, Harry ended up spending every free moment he had thinking about you.

Harry turned into the living room to find you in your pyjamas, curled up on the sofa with a file in your hands and a blanket on the floor. You met his gaze with a tinge of guilt in your eyes. After seeing the mountain of work everyone was dealing with, it didn’t feel right just to leave with unfinished files on your desk, so you had snuck a few things into your bag to work on at home. You promised everyone you would rest – and in your defence, you did take a nap – but turning your brain off work mode seemed too much of a struggle. The look Harry gave you was the perfect mix of disappointment and worry to make you close the file you were holding.

“Before you say anything,” you started, “I took a nap with that blanket, and I woke up way too hot, so it had to go.”

Harry raised a brow. “On the floor?”

“... Yes.”

Harry made his way over to you, perching on the edge of the coffee table next to the pile of work you had yet to touch. He gently pulled the file from your hands, taking a mental note of how cold your fingers were, and placed it beside him. Now that Harry was sitting next to it, the amount of work you had brought home looked ridiculous for a sick person to be tackling. You watched as Harry stretched down and scoop up the blanket, fidgeting with it as he thought about what to do with you.

“I hate being ill,” you muttered to yourself.

Harry hated seeing you so unhappy and not being able to fix everything for you immediately. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders so he could pull you close enough to kiss your forehead.

“Oh love, you’re freezing.”

You dropped your head onto his shoulder and grumbled; you really did have a lot of work left to do, and it was a lot easier to pretend you weren’t ill when you were alone. Harry’s hand stroked your hair before moving down to rub circles on your back. He heard you wheezing and sighed.

“Come on–” to your dissatisfaction, Harry pulled away to look you in your puffy eyes “–you’ll feel better when you’re resting in bed.”

The room was a lot colder without his arms around you, and your head rocked, threatening you with nausea as you moved to look up at him. Suddenly, the idea of returning to work felt like torture.

You mumbled in agreement and shakily got to your feet, grasping the blanket around you with one of your hands. All it took was one step and your head span. The floor felt like it was moving to the bedroom without you, and you desperately waved your free hand around until it found Harry’s shoulder. He rushed to his feet to steady you.

“Let’s take it slow,” said Harry, keeping a firm hand on your arm and one on your back.

After what felt like an eternity of shuffling, you finally made it to the bedroom. As soon as you sat in bed, Harry tucked you into the duvet, and then the blanket, and as much as it made you laugh, you had to physically stop him from making a pile on top of you. Once he saw that you were comfortable, he turned to leave.

“Probably for the best,” you said, “I don’t want to get you ill too.”

Harry stopped at the doorway and looked over to you. “I’m not leaving you alone like that.”

“Harry–”

“I don’t get sick, I’ll be fine.”

Before you could argue with how silly of a statement that was, Harry disappeared. A few minutes passed before he returned with painkillers, a bottle of water, and a mug of hot tea. He carefully placed the drinks and painkillers on the side table next to you, and grabbed the corner of the duvet.

“Move up,” he said plainly.

“I’m dead serious about getting you ill.”

“I’ve looked after Jesse every single time she’s been ill in her entire life, I’ve never once caught anything from her.” He could see the doubt in your tired face. “Sweetheart, I’ll be fine. Move over.”

Begrudgingly, you shuffled over and let Harry climb in next to you. You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better as soon as Harry’s arms were all around you again. He leaned you up against his side so you could breathe better and then wasted no time covering the top of your head in kisses.

You looked up to Harry and smiled. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you so much.”

Harry grinned and gave you a squeeze. “I love you too.”

[adriellej]

Rough Days Part 2

Warnings: Some swearing and talk of some violence I guess. Some talk of sex, but not really explicit.

Pairings: Harry x Reader

Word Count: 6.5K+

A/N: So it might have taken me a million years to get this done, but I got there! Also, it got really long though! Hope that can make up for it. Life has kind of gotten in the way lately, so it was nice getting to write again. I hope you enjoy it, everyone!

Part 1

GIF's are not mine - all credit to those who made them!

(politeandnotgay)

“Y/N?” His morning voice was gruff and sexy to listen to. Nope, stop thinking that Y/N, you thought to yourself. He popped up on an elbow rubbing his eyes with the other hand. You pulled the covers all the way up to cover your bare chest like he hadn’t already seen you. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” You kept repeating as you hid your face in your hand, your hair falling forward. Reality was setting in for Harry, adding two and two together. His face was gradually getting perplexed and as questioningly as yours. You stood up taking the covers with you only to be reminded that Harry didn’t have any clothes on either. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Harry,” You said embarrassed as you turned your back on him. 

“Where the hell is my clothes?” You mumbled to yourself as you looked around. “Oh crap!” Reality hit you when you realized all your clothes were in the lounge. “Please tell me they haven’t come in yet,” Your voice laced with panic as you headed for the door. 

You jogged towards the lounge, praying to god that no one had come into work yet. You turned around the corner and entered the morning lid room. Thankful that it seemed the rest of the team hadn’t come in yet. You scrambled all of your clothes together in your arms. When you turned around to go to the bathroom, to put your clothes on, you collided with a firm chest. A pair of hands held onto your arms steadying you, quite like they had done the night before.

Your eyes darted up to look Harry in the eyes, as you tried to hide your flushed cheeks. His blue ones settled on yours as he let out a sigh. 

“Would you stop running away from me?” He said lowly. Most of you wanted to run away, to tell him no, but your head nodded before you could decide on any other option. “We should probably talk about, well - uh - last night,” He started with a small stutter. 

You held up your index finger to his lips silencing him before you spoke yourself. 

“Can I at least go put on some clothes before we do that? Only seems fair considering you have,” You said gesturing to his clothed frame, and awkwardly shifting on your feet under his gaze. 

“Right, you can use my room,” Harry looked at you, heat rising on his ears and cheeks. 

You jogged back to his room the covers in tow. As you closed the door you let out a big sigh of your own. Fiercely cursing your drunken self and her poor decisions as you got clothed. 

“Why, oh why did I have to go and do that?” You questioned yourself as you put a leg in your pants. “Of all people I decide to do it with, it just had to be Harrison freaking Wells,” Another leg in your pants as you jumped to get it over your hips. “I couldn’t have gone to a bar or something, no no, had to be here,” Your t-shirt over your head as you flopped down on his bed sitting with your elbows on your knees. “This is ridiculous, I’m such an idiot,” You sighed as you leaned your head in your hands. 

You sat there for a while as you mustered up the courage to talk to Harry. Taking a deep breath you stood from the bed. “Time to face the music Y/N,” You said aloud as you walked out the door towards the lounge again. 

“Okay Harry, let’s talk,” You said as you turned the corner to the lounge only to be faced by Cisco’s loud voice.

“Y/N! Good morning,” He said as he smirked. His loud voice rang in your hungover head and you winced a little at the stabbing pain in your brain. Cisco chuckled at you holding your forehead with one hand.“You seem like you had a nice evening without the rest of us here, huh?” Cisco blurted out as he took a sip of the coffee in his hand. “So what are you going to talk about?” Cisco continued a little less loudly than before. 

“Nothing,” You and Harry responded in unison giving each other a knowing look. 

“Also uh - why would you think we had a nice evening?” Your question fell a little quicker than anticipated, and with a little higher note than your usual voice. Cisco looked questioningly at you like you had fallen from the moon. 

“Uh, the empty bottles of alcohol and shot glasses,” He said as he gestured to the leftovers of your little party. “What did you think I was referring to?” He asked as he took in your expression. 

“Riiiight, nothing, just that,” You smiled it off, desperately trying to get yourself out of the situation that you had put yourself in. Well, it's not a situation you got in all on your own, Harry had a pretty big part in it too. You turned your eyes towards him instead, he stood with his own cup of coffee in his hands as he looked down on the floor. Feeling your resting gaze on him he looked up to meet yours, giving you a small nod. 

“Right, let’s get cracking on the new day and see what Alchemy has come up with today,” Cisco said as he started to walk out of the lounge and towards the cortex, to have a morning meeting that you had started having after you had been more at S.T.A.R. labs than the precinct. You and Harry followed him, mostly in silence, but you quickly whispered to him as you met in the doorframe. 

“We’ll talk later?” You looked at him and he gave yet another silent nod, his lips pressed together. 

Your day was flying by as you sat at the desk in the cortex looking over every evidence you had. You got little done, your mind was distracted with something else. Distracted by the thought of Harry. The thought of last night's activities. It was like you could still feel his lips on yours, his hands on your body and it was intoxicating for you to think about. It was like you were in a haze. 

As you sat there in your haze your mind started to wander. As Harry had been a part of the team for a while, you had come to spend a lot of your free time with him. All that time spent together had made you open more up to him, more than you had with anyone for a long time. Surely it wasn’t like you had opened up to him last night, but you enjoyed his company and he got to see sides of you no one else did. 

You didn’t necessarily need to talk to one another. You could sit in complete silence as he tinkered with some new tech or was trying to calculate something, and you’d sit with a bunch of files around you. It was comfortable for both of you. You didn’t mean to start taking a particular liking to him, but you had. You weren’t sure you’d call it love, but it was something. Something different than you had felt before. 

You cared deeply for him, and you always made sure he ate, stayed hydrated, and got some rest. Now the physical part of things had been there for a lot longer. Ever since he had come to your earth you’d find him extremely sexy and handsome, and he didn’t even have to put in any effort to get you wilded up.

Maybe last night wasn’t as big of a mistake as you first thought. You’d wanted him for a long time. You had thought a lot about what his fingers could do, or his tongue for that matter. He sure did exceed every expectation you had had about it. You could feel the heat rise on your cheeks and in your stomach. You needed to get some fresh air, cool down, and get some clarity. 

“I’m just going to head out for a while, call me if you need anything,” You exclaimed to Cisco, Caitlin, and Iris as you stood from your chair. They all looked at you with confusion at your sudden outburst. You quickly walked out of the cortex to the elevator. 

“This is really getting ridiculous. Of course, you don’t have a thing, thing for Harry, right?” You asked yourself as the elevator doors pinged and opened. Before you stood Harry with his glasses in his hands. There was a silence, a very long silence before Harry moved out of the elevator. Neither of you said anything as you took his place and pushed the button. You saw him look over his shoulder before the doors closed and the elevator moved up. 

You leaned back on the cold wall, your head turned towards the ceiling with closed eyes. You sighed loudly as you pushed off the wall to leave the elevator. You walked through the doors of S.T.A.R. Labs as the nice feeling of fresh air hit you. 

You found yourself walking around the park, listening to the birds chirping and people walking with their dogs. You sat at a bench as you looked over the park, your thoughts traveling back to Harry. Whatever you did, you couldn’t seem to be able to get him out of your mind. 

I need to deal with this whether I want to or not. You heard a beep from your phone and you pulled it out of your pocket, it was a text from Iris. 

Can you come back? Harry and Cisco are really getting at each other’s throats. 

You took a deep breath and stood from the bench to head back. You just had one pit stop on the way. 

“Ramon, you are being ridiculous! It’s not going to work!” You could hear Harry yell from the far end of the hallway. 

“Oh boy,” You said as you turned the corner to the cortex. Iris and Caitlin were giving each other looks, some of horror and others of displease by the two men at the other end of the hallway. 

“Oh thank god you’re here Y/N!” Iris exclaimed at the sight of you. You smiled at her and Caitlin. 

“Have they been bickering for a long time?” You questioned. “And what exactly are they bickering about?” You continued as you sat down the bags on the console. 

“To be honest we’re not actually sure. My best guess would be some technology thing,” Iris breathed out a small laugh. You rolled your eyes, knowing the two men, she’d probably be right. 

“I’ll go and try to tame the two tigers,” You laughed as you lifted the Big Belly Burger bags to your face. It earned a laugh from the two women. You hoped some food would help calm them down enough to actually talk efficiently with each other. 

You knocked on the entrance to their workshop and their heads shot towards you. 

“What?!” They both yelled in unison. They turned to each other and gave each other a look as to say don’t yell at her. 

“No reason to bite the head off of the one who comes bearing gifts,” You casually responded to their outburst and shook the two bags in your hands. “Now if you two would take a small break and eat, we can try and talk about this as a pair of grown-up people instead of your insufferable yelling and bickering,” You continued, earning a hard glare from both men. You were probably the only one who got to talk to them that way, without them tearing your head off in the process. “But for now, eat,” You said and pushed each bag into their chests ushering them to sit on their respective chairs. 

“She’s being mean,” Cisco mumbled to Harry who glared at him like he was an idiot. 

Their mood changed as they ate, and they started to have a normal conversation with you. You even dragged out a few chuckles and laughs from them as you joked about something you had seen in the park. 

“Soooo, will you explain to me what you are doing?” You tested as they finished the last of their burgers and fries. 

“Well, you know how Burnout tends to overheat and cause explosions?” Cisco started explaining to you what they were working on. You nodded as confirmation and Cisco continued. “I was thinking that the cold gun I once made could be altered to cool her down…” 

“And that is completely ridiculous, it would be better if we build something new so we don’t wind up freezing her to death,” Harry interrupted Cisco. You looked at Cisco who looked like he was about to explode. 

“Harrison, stop interrupting him!” You blurted out, earning a smug grin from Cisco. Harry glared daggers at Cisco and you. “Cisco, wipe that smug face off,” You told him, only to have Harry have a grin on his face. “You two have to stop being a pair of five-year-olds and stop your bickering and talk like civilized people. What are the pros and cons of Cisco’s idea and vice versa for yours Harry?” 

“Well, my idea is a lot better…” Harry started before you interrupted him. 

“Harry, no,” You slapped him on the arm. 

“Ouch,” He had a surprised expression as he rubbed his arm. 

“That is not how we do this, no “My idea is better”,” You continued before standing in front of their board with Harry’s marker in your hand. You drew up pros and cons lists for each of their ideas. 

“Cisco, let’s start with yours,” You pointed at him with the marker. “And no Harry, do not even think about interrupting him,” You uttered. 

“Okay, so a pro is that we have the gun in storage, just need to alter it, so it’ll be faster,” Cisco started as you wrote on the board. “Also, we know it’s easy to aim with, and let’s be honest Barry isn’t always the most accurate shot,” You laughed at the remark Cisco made. You had been at the shooting range for fun with Barry before, and he surely wasn’t the guy who hit 100% of his targets. 

“Right, so cons?” You asked and looked at Harry, knowing he would have cons to say. 

“We risk that it’s too cold. We know how cold Barry has gotten when he’s been shot by it, he needs to phase to get warm,” Harry said as you wrote it down. “Plus it runs out of power at some point,” He continued. 

It went on like this for an hour. Back and forth on their ideas, you mediating between them until they could talk civilized about it. As they started to bounce the ideas off each other you snuck out of the room and back to the cortex to give them their space.  

When you emerged in the cortex the two girls looked at you like you had been missing for a week. 

“We were starting to think they had eaten you,” Caitlin laughed at you, while you probably looked tired from listening to the two of them bickering. 

“No no, I just made them realize they were being stupid,” You laughed as you took a seat next to Iris. She gave you a look of disbelief at your words. “Don’t even ask,” You said as you waved your hand. It earned laughs from the two women as you started to converse about the day, letting you forget about all your thoughts for a moment. 

As the night drew closer Caitlin and Iris had left, and you started to feel the tiredness sneak up on you. A yawn left you as you walked down the corridor towards Cisco and Harry’s workshop. They were still working on fixing up the gun for Barry to use on Burnout. 

“Harry, can I talk with you for a moment?” You asked sleepily as you walked up to him. He turned towards you and took your arm leading you to the other side of the room. 

“What do you want to talk about?” He questioned as he held on to your arm for a little longer than he needed to. He seemed to realize and let go of you as you started to speak. 

“I don’t think that talk is going to happen today. I’m tired and I could really need some rest,” You answered as you looked down at the hand that had been resting on your arm only a second ago. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N, it’s just we’re finally getting somewhere and we could finish it tonight,” Harry started before you cut him off. 

“It’s okay, we’ll do it another time, don’t worry about it,” You wanted to believe those words yourself, but you didn’t. You were worried about it and wished you had got it done already. You wanted the awkwardness to stop, and be as you were before. If you could ever be as you were before. 

“Right, I’ll see you tomorrow,” His lips curved a little before going back to Cisco to work on their project. 

Your keys rattled in the door as you let yourself into your apartment. It was a dark and gloomy one-bedroom studio with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. It wasn’t much, but it was cheap and in reality, you didn’t really spend any time there. You slept there and that was more or less it. You spent most of your time at the precinct before Singh sent you home, after that all your time was spent at S.T.A.R. Labs. 

“God I’m exhausted,” You said as you fell on your couch, one leg up and the other resting on the floor. “Can’t believe the mess I’ve put myself in,” You stared up at the ceiling in the dark, except for the lights from the street signs outside your window, you hadn’t bothered turning anything on in your apartment. You didn’t know how long you stared into space, but eventually, you felt your eyelids getting heavy and slowly drifting into sleep. 

You woke from your phone vibrating on the floor. You grabbed it still half asleep, and you didn’t look who was calling. 

“Yes?” Your voice was groggy and low as you answered your phone. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Cisco’s voice rang at the other end of the phone. You didn’t realize what time it was, hell you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep. 

“Cisco? Yeah, I’m fine, why?” You sat up and felt all of your muscles being sore from sleeping on the couch, probably not in the best positions either. 

“It’s noon and you haven’t shown up yet. You were making us all worried about you,” Cisco’s voice was laced with a hint of worry and relief by your words. 

“Holy shit, I didn’t even realize. I’m so sorry, I’ll be there in 30 minutes, I promise,” You said before hanging up and rushing to your dresser to change your clothes. You made a pit stop by Jitters to buy yourself a cup of coffee. 

You took some long strides as you exited the elevator. You were still groggy from your sleep, but the coffee was starting to help. As you walked into the cortex, you realized it was completely empty. The med-bay was empty. The lounge was empty. 

“Where the hell is everyone?” You continued to look in the other rooms of the labs, a confused expression on your face. You hadn’t taken more than half an hour to get here, they couldn’t all just have vanished. Even Harry’s lab was empty. You made your way into the speed labs, where you could hear a few voices coming from. Walking in Iris, Caitlin, Cisco, and Harry were talking by the computers. 

“Hey the sleeping beauty finally made it,” Cisco laughed at you, and you gave them all a small wave feeling yourself getting embarrassed by not being there earlier. 

“I have no idea what happened, I fell asleep on the couch,” You laughed as you made your way over to your friends. “Where’s Barry?” You asked before you heard something over the intercom. 

“Oops, I’m sorry!” Barry’s voice rang as Harry let his head hang low with his hands on his hips. 

“Never mind,” You laughed. “Is he trying to figure out your new cold gun?” The look you gained from both Harry and Cisco was answering enough for you. 

“I love my man, but he has no aim,” Iris erupted into giggles alongside Caitlin. 

“Wait I have an idea!” Cisco yelled over your laughter. “Y/N, you can do it! You have a great aim,” He continued and you looked at him in disbelief. 

“And how would you suggest we do that? I can’t run at Barry’s speed nor do I know your gun, he does,” You questioned and his face faltered for a short while before it was taken over by a grin. 

“Barry can take you, and you can go train with him and try out the gun now,” You sighed at that. You weren’t very fond of Barry running you anywhere, you always wound up feeling sick. You weren’t made to move at that kind of speed unless it was in a car. “Please Y/N/N, you want to help Burnout right? And the city,” He played on your feelings, he knew you too well to know it would work. 

“Fine,” You caved in, already regretting your persuasiveness. 

“Wait,” Harry interrupted. “What if she gets hurt? She doesn’t have super healing like Barry,” He continued, his voice wavered a little by the end. A swooshing was heard as your hair whirled around your face. 

“I won’t let her get hurt Harry,” Barry replied with a smile on his face. “She’s a tough cookie, she can handle it,” He continued, it didn’t earn anything well from Harry, but it earned a smile from you. You were pretty badass if you had to say so yourself. Harry sighed before turning to walk away. “What’s gotten into him? He's more grumpy than usual,” They all looked at each other with puzzled looks. 

“I’ll talk to him. I’ll be right back and then I can have a look at the gun,” You said as you followed Harry out into the corridor. His long legs were carrying him rather quickly away from the speedlab. “Harry, can we talk for a second?” You said as you jogged the rest of the way up to him. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” He said sternly without giving you another look. You cocked an eyebrow at his response as you were struggling to keep up with him. 

“Harrison stop,” You said as you grabbed his arm yanking him to a halt. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned before he continued. “I said, there is absolutely nothing to talk about, you’ll do your thing, see if I care,” His words hurt. It stung in your heart as you looked at him in disbelief at what he had just said. You were stumped, at a loss for words, and he took your silence as a way to leave you standing in the hallway, alone. Your eyes started to fill with water. 

“Well screw you too then,” You whispered as you went back towards the speedlab. Forcing your tears to stop, you put on a smile and went in. “Okay, let’s do this Barr!” You exclaimed clapping your hands and grinning at the rest of the team. 

Alarms went off in the speedlab and you and Barry shared a look. 

“It's go time,” You stated as you all ran to the cortex to see where you and Barry would have to go. Passing the lab you looked at Harry, who stood with a screwdriver and a tech in hand, looking at all of you passing. Your eyes locked with his and he immediately looked away and continued working. You sighed and pushed it away, you couldn’t be distracted by it right now. You had to focus on the job in front of you, and that was helping Burnout not hurt herself. 

“You got the meta cuffs, Barry?” Cisco asked and he nodded in response. “Y/N, you got the gun?” He continued making sure you had all the equipment you needed. 

“Yup, got it right here,” You said as you patted the gun hanging from the holster on your back. 

“Well, then it’s time to go kick some ass!” He exclaimed and you laughed at his excitement. 

“Ready?” Barry asked and you nodded at him before he grabbed you and ran. You didn’t enjoy this part of the plan, but it was a necessity for the plan to work. 

It took quite a few tries before you had Burnout in custody and safe from her own powers. You really missed this part of your job. The part where someone needed you, where someone needed the skills you had. Usually, Barry would handle it, and after being benched you didn’t really get to be out in the field. Sure you got to investigate, but you didn’t get to be a part of the action. The rushing feeling of adrenaline shooting through your entire body was a feeling you thrived on. You worked well under pressure. 

As you arrived back at S.T.A.R. Labs you were received with a bunch of great work comments, except from the one you really wanted it from. Harry. You excused yourself from the others and went to his lab. He was still working on the tech he had worked on when you left. 

“Hey Harry,” You cautiously greeted him. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t say anything, it was like you didn’t even exist. It was getting to you, you were starting to get angry. It wasn’t your fault that you were a good shooter, and that they actually needed you. You finally felt like you were an asset to the team. “You know, this really isn’t fair of you,” You spoke, annoyance laced your voice, and when he didn’t react to it, it became more filled with anger than anything else. “Harry, what the hell is wrong with you?!” Your voice was getting louder as you spoke. It finally earned you a look from him. 

“There is nothing wrong with me!” He yelled back at you. You were taken a little aback, he never yelled at you. “What is wrong with you?! Why did you feel a need to go and risk your life?! Barry could have handled it!” He pressed on. The stinging feeling from earlier was coming back. He really didn’t get it, did he? This was what you lived for, what you had trained for. 

“No, he couldn’t!” You yelled back at him before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You knew it wouldn’t help yelling at him, it would only make things worse. “Harry this is what I am trained to do, it’s my fucking job,” You spoke more softly than before. It didn’t exactly have the effect you wanted. 

“We could have found another way! A way where you didn’t have to go and risk your life!” The screwdriver in his hand fell victim to his usual anger outburst, and it was hurled through the entire room. His hands were on his hips as his piercing blue eyes bore into yours. 

“And what?! Have Burnout hurt herself? Maybe wind up killing herself in the process?!” You couldn’t keep from yelling at him. You didn’t want to see anyone hurt if you could help it. 

“Rather her than you!” He yelled as he stormed passed you and out of the lab leaving you behind. Once again stumped by his words. Did he just say that? Why would he say that? You questioned yourself.

“Hey, are you okay?” Caitlin’s voice tore you from your thoughts. 

“Hmm, what?” You looked at her confused, like you had fallen from another planet. 

“Are you okay? He seemed pretty angry,” She spoke softly and sent you a small careful smile. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. He's just an angry and stubborn man sometimes,” You tried to pretend you weren’t affected by his behavior. “He just needs some time to cool off, it’s okay. I’ll talk to him later,” You continued as you sent her a reassuring smile. 

“Do you want to come celebrate with the rest of us? It was some pretty impressive work you two did out there,” She offered but you declined it with a shake of your head. 

“It’s okay, you go ahead,” She gave you a small hug and some reassuring words on the way. 

“Please take care of yourself. He can be a bit of a hardheaded man,” You chuckled a little at her words. She was definitely right, that was one thing you knew for certain. 

You had given him a few hours to cool off. It took you a few tries of standing outside of his room, hand raised to knock on the door, just to lose your confidence and put it down again. You took a deep breath and finally knocked. 

“Come in!” You heard from the other side of the door, and you slowly opened the door to poke your head in. 

“Are you sure?” You asked softly. His eyes were softer than before. “I come with an offering piece,” You continued as you opened the door completely, holding an expensive whiskey and two glasses in your hand. Harry was lying on his bed, one arm behind his head, and the other had a ball in it. He gave you a nod as he sat up. “Thought the whiskey might help,” You moved over to his bed with his chair in tow. You handed him one of the glasses and kept the other for yourself. 

“On what exactly?” He asked sternly, earning a smile from you and a small shake of your head. 

“On you potentially talking to me,” You answered calmly, observing his reaction to your words. “It helped quite a lot yesterday,” You smiled at him. He watched you carefully as you poured some whiskey into his glass. 

“Probably isn’t the best idea to put us back into what got us into this predicament, now is it?” He asked, his expression looked a little uncomfortable. That was until he took a sip of his glass. His eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the taste of the liquor. 

“Well, I can’t put us back into something, we’re still already in,” You answered with a shrug on your shoulders. You took a sip of your own glass, enjoying it just as much as he seemed to. It was a good whiskey you had found. 

You sat in silence for a long time, the only thing that could be heard was your breathing and the occasional refill of your glasses. At first, he didn’t really look at you either, so you decided to lean back in the chair and look up at the ceiling for the most part. Your hands folded around the glass over your stomach. You were starting to feel a stare on you. 

“Why don’t you take a picture? It lasts longer,” You breathed out a laugh at your own words as you leaned your head forward again to meet his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but you were pretty sure you could see the tiniest little lift at the side of his mouth. “Can I ask you something?” You continued when he didn’t say anything, and he responded with a nod. “Why was it so bad that I wanted to help today?” You were careful of how you phrased your question to not disturb the resting bear in him. 

“I just didn’t want to see you hurt, that’s all,” His response was short and it felt distanced from him. 

“I feel like there is something you’re not telling me. The others don’t want to see me hurt either, and you don’t see them - uh - get angry with me,” You felt like such a fool for treading on eggshells around him, you’d never felt a need to before. 

“Maybe they just don’t care as much about you as I do,” His eyes were soft, but there was something else in there. Was it hurt? Struggle? You couldn’t put a finger on it. “I wasn’t angry with you,” His voice was low barely above a whisper. 

“Then what were you? You have a funny way of not being angry with me,” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them. He squinted his eyes at you, his entire demeanor seemed to change. Fuck. “I’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean it,” You tried to save it.

“It’s okay. I deserved that one,” He shook his head and looked down on the floor. “Sometimes my temper gets the better of me. Jesse keeps telling me that. I’m sorry for yelling at you,” He continued and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you held. Relief washed over you. You hadn’t expected an apology from him. 

“It’s okay,” You smiled at him as you leaned over to lay your hand over his. You both looked down at your hands. “You know, we never had that talk,” You let go of his hand and looked down, feeling your cheeks getting warm. 

“I guess we didn’t,” He stood from the bed and started to pace around the room. You started laughing, causing him to stop and look at you. His expression was filled with confusion. “Why are you laughing?” He asked when your laughing didn’t seize. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I remember something about you asking me not to run away, but look at you now,” You continued finding it amusing that he was now the one who couldn’t sit still. He, on the other hand, was not. “Oh c’mon, you don’t find it a little funny?” You still had a smile on your lips. 

“Can we be serious for a second?” Harry started pacing again, and you were almost tempted to stand and pace with him but opted for listening to him. 

“Right, I’m sorry,” You cleared your throat and it got him to walk over to you. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, seemingly not finding the words to say. “Look Harry, I have no idea how to start this potentially very awkward conversation, so I’m just going to start talking. I miss the way we were before. I know it’s only been a few days, but I miss my friend. I miss the quiet moments where we just enjoy each other’s company, no awkward silences or weird looks. I miss being able to talk to you about the things happening in my life. I love and care about the others, but I trust you in a completely different way,” You felt like you were rambling on, and you couldn’t really read Harry’s face, but he was listening carefully to everything you said. 

“I have spent the past days thinking about the whole situation. I keep questioning myself how you feel about it… and to be honest how I feel about it. I haven’t really concluded a lot, but I know I care deeply for you. I care about your well-being. I care about you in a way I haven’t for anyone in a very long time,” You stopped to breathe, the silence becoming awkward as you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” You looked down on the floor again. Harry sat down in front of you and took your hand in his, causing you to look up at him. 

“You’re not rambling,” He spoke softly. “I miss it too. I’ve had to deal with Ramon’s rambling instead of yours,” You giggled and looked him in the eyes, a smile crept onto his lips showing his dimples. “I’m really not good with words. Especially when it comes to talking about feelings. Jesse has complained about this so many times. I really do care about you. A lot. And seeing you put your life in danger today… I couldn’t handle it, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I’ve lost a lot, and it makes me careful… with everything. And to be honest, the other night was…” He paused and looked like one who couldn’t find his voice again. 

“Amazing?” You asked carefully and awaited his response. It felt like a million years before he gave an answer. 

“Yeah,” He breathed out a laugh. He was still holding your hand, as he started to play a little with your fingers. “But I don’t know if it was a mistake of us to do so?” The words weighed heavily on you. They hurt. Maybe you did know how you felt about it. Was it really just a mistake to him? Your hand slipped out of his as you stood to start pacing yourself. 

“But it was a really good mistake if it was, don’t you think? I kinda felt like it meant something or is it nothing but a mistake to you?” Your hand glided through your hair pushing it to one side of your face. 

“No… I don’t know Y/N. I don’t know what to tell you,” He stood from the bed and put one hand on his hips, and the other went through his hair, ruffling it into a mess. You turned away from him. 

“You know what, it’s okay. You don’t feel the same way as me, that’s okay. We’ll try and go back to what we were,” You said, the tears started to fill your eyes. You needed some air and to escape. You walked out of his room and down the corridor, leaving him behind. 

“Y/N/N, wait!” You stopped and turned around to face him. He walked up to you, a tear had betrayed you and it slid down your cheek. “Please don’t cry,” He begged, his hands cupping your face, wiping the tear away from your cheek. 

“Harrison, it’s okay, I just need some air and some time to digest,” Your hands went to his and tried to remove them from your cheeks, but he wasn’t going to let you go. Before you even realized what happened, his lips were on yours and your heart took over every sense in your body. Your eyes closed and your lips followed his in a soft and tender kiss. You both poured every feeling you had into it. It spoke louder than your words had. His forehead rested on yours as his lips left yours. His eyes were still closed and his hands still held on to you. 

“I told you, I’m not good with words,” He spoke lowly in a husky voice. You let out a breathy laugh at his words. 

“I think your actions spoke well enough for you,” You answered him before leaning in for another kiss, which he gladly gave you. His blue eyes looked deeply into yours as a dimple-filled smile lit up his face. His eyes crinkled at the sides. 

“C’mon, let’s go get some Big Belly Burger, I haven’t eaten yet and I’m starving,” He said grabbing your hand in his as he dragged you along. “We can continue this-,” He said gesturing between the two of you. “- After,” He smiled at you and you gladly followed him.

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, explicit. This is extremely long! I'm so sorry (or not ;) )

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢—𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Masterlist

"Yoohoo!" Cisco shouted, his voice filled with excitement, as he turned to give you a high five.

"Well done, Barry!" you said through the comms, your tone full of admiration.

Barry had just managed to catch yet another meta-human causing trouble in Central City. It was always a relief when a mission ended successfully, and this one was no different.

"Now, get back here so we can all head home for Christmas!" Cisco added, a playful urgency in his voice.

You leaned back in the chair behind the Cortex controls, letting out a contented sigh as you took a sip from your steaming cup of hot cocoa. "That was a great mission," you said, a satisfied smile on your face. The team had really pulled together, and it felt good to see it all come together so smoothly.

"Yeah, but I'm exhausted," Cisco admitted, his voice dropping a little. "I just want to go home and spend Christmas with Gypsy."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of Gypsy. "Oh, she's coming!" you exclaimed, genuinely thrilled for him. "That's great, Cisco. You deserve it."

Cisco grinned, his face softening with a dreamy smile. "Yeah, things are going great between us," he said, a faraway look in his eyes as if picturing her. His happiness was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "What about you?" he asked, his gaze shifting towards Harry, who was in the other room, absorbed in tinkering with a piece of technology.

You followed his gaze, your heart warming at the sight of Harry, so focused on his work yet so comfortable in the environment your team had built together. A soft, affectionate smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"Might not be easy to date the Grinch," Cisco teased, his voice laced with light sarcasm as he nodded toward Harry, who seemed oblivious to the conversation.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a chuckle, nudging him playfully on the arm. "Hey, he’s not that bad," you said, though the fondness in your voice betrayed you. It was true that Harry wasn’t the easiest person to understand, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worth it.

"Oh, Y/N, come on, he never wants to celebrate Christmas with us!" Cisco protested dramatically, his hands raised as if pleading with you.

It was true. Harry had never been particularly fond of the holiday. He had his reasons, deeply personal ones that he rarely talked about. Christmas had always been a painful reminder of all the losses he’d endured, the sadness that seemed to cling to that time of year like an unshakeable shadow. You understood. You didn’t hold it against him.

"It’s okay," you replied softly, your voice playful but with an edge of affection. "As long as he celebrates with me."

Your words hung in the air for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye. It wasn’t a secret, but the way you said it made it feel like one. There was something you hadn’t told Cisco, something that made your heart flutter just a little at the thought.

Cisco paused, his expression shifting as he tried to decipher your tone. He studied you closely, eyes narrowing in thought, before a slow grin crept across his face. "Oh ho ho, you’ve got plans for tonight, don’t you?" he teased, his voice turning smug as if he’d just solved a great mystery.

You didn’t answer him outright. Instead, you leaned back in your chair and hid your smile behind your mug of hot cocoa, pretending to take a casual sip. The warmth of the drink didn’t compare to the warmth in your chest, but it was enough to mask the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Cisco was grinning now, clearly satisfied with his discovery, but you weren’t about to confirm or deny anything. Yes, you had plans for tonight. You had something special in mind for Harry. Despite his usual distance and the quiet sadness that seemed to surround him during Christmas, you were determined to do something to lift his spirits.

It wasn’t until evening that you finally put your plan into action. The rest of the team had gone home, leaving Star Labs unusually quiet. The hum of machinery was absent, and in the dim, almost serene silence, the only light that remained came from a few twinkling strands of garland decorating the lab. The soft glow of the lights reflected off the metal surfaces and cast gentle shadows around the room, creating an atmosphere that felt peaceful and intimate.

You made your way through the building, your footsteps echoing softly on the cold floors. Eventually, you reached the lounge, where Harry was sitting. He was sprawled out on the leather couch, casually reading a book, his posture relaxed but his face, as always, a little distant. This room had only recently been rediscovered during one of your aimless walks around the lab, a part of the building that had been abandoned after the particle accelerator explosion. Caitlin had taken it upon herself to decorate the space for Christmas, stringing up some garland and placing a small tree in the corner. It wasn’t much, but it added a touch of warmth and cheer to the otherwise stark surroundings.

Harry had settled there because he enjoyed the peace, the quiet solitude away from the bustle of the main lab. As he continued reading, completely absorbed in his book, he didn’t notice you at first. But then, just as he turned a page, the soft sound of the door opening broke his concentration. Harry looked up from his book, his brow furrowing in mild surprise as he saw you standing in the doorway. He had expected you to be out celebrating Christmas with friends or family, not here, in Star Labs.

"Hey," you greeted, your voice warm yet cautious as you took a few steps closer to where he sat on the leather couch.

You were wearing a long, elegant coat, its soft fabric brushing against your legs as you walked, and a pair of heels that clicked with every step you took. Harry couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, your makeup perfectly applied, highlighting the softness of your features. He felt his chest tighten slightly, a feeling he couldn’t quite place stirring in him. 

You looked like you were about to head out for a night of celebration, and for a moment, he felt a pang of something unfamiliar. He knew how much you loved Christmas—the decorations, the cheer, the joy that came with the season. It was something you always embraced with a kind of childlike wonder. He, on the other hand, couldn’t bring himself to feel the same way. The thought of being alone with his memories on Christmas made the idea of celebrating feel out of reach. But seeing you like this, with that look in your eyes, made him feel guilty. He wanted to be able to share in that joy with you, but he wasn’t sure how.

"Hey," Harry replied, his voice lower than usual, a bit rough from disuse. "Are you headed somewhere?" he asked, the question hanging between you, his curiosity genuine but tinged with a touch of hesitation.

You adjusted the collar of your coat, a small nervous gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by him. Your confidence seemed to waver, and Harry couldn’t help but wonder what was on your mind. It was a side of you he wasn’t accustomed to seeing.

For a moment, you stood there in silence, your gaze flicking between him and the dimly lit room, unsure of how to continue. You had imagined this moment, visualized it in your mind a dozen times, but now that you were here, standing in front of him, doubts crept in. What if he thought it was too much? What if he found your gesture foolish or out of place? What if he didn’t appreciate it?

You cleared your throat, the weight of the uncertainty pulling at your confidence. "Actually, no," you replied, your voice quiet, the words carrying more than just the answer to his question.

Harry tilted his head slightly, his curiosity growing. There was something in your voice, something unspoken, that made him set aside his book for a moment, fully turning his attention to you. He could sense that something was different tonight, that there was more to this moment than just a casual visit.

You bit your lip, taking another step forward. "I... I was hoping we could do something tonight," you said hesitantly, but there was a sparkle in your eyes now, a flicker of excitement that cut through your nerves. "Something a little... different."

Harry didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched you, his expression unreadable for a few long seconds. It was clear that he didn’t quite understand where this was going, but his attention was completely focused on you now, waiting for the rest of the story. You could feel the tension in the air, a strange mix of anticipation and uncertainty, and for a moment, you almost wished you could take it all back. But it was too late to turn around now.

You swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in your chest. "I know Christmas isn’t your favorite holiday," you began, your voice soft but steady now. "But... I thought maybe we could just spend it together. Just the two of us."

The words felt different as they left your mouth, more intimate than you'd expected. It wasn’t just the offer that felt new, but the weight of what you were suggesting. You’d been together for months, sharing your lives, your thoughts, and your feelings. You wanted to make Christmas different for him.

Harry’s heart quickened, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him at your words. Despite his aversion to the holiday, despite all his reservations about the season, the idea of spending it with you felt... right. The fact that you wanted to be there, with him, made something inside him stir—something he wasn’t sure he was ready to acknowledge, but something he couldn’t ignore. He had always kept his distance, not wanting to drag anyone into his shadow, but you had never treated him that way. You made him feel... seen.

You could feel his eyes on you, the quiet intensity of his gaze pulling you closer. The room was dim, save for the twinkling lights from the small Christmas tree in the corner. It was warm, but there was still a faint chill in the air, a reminder of the winter outside. You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing the soft fabric of your coat. The anticipation of the moment was making you second-guess yourself, but you took a deep breath and forced yourself to speak.

"Okay," you said, your voice lowering slightly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to steady your nerves. "I’ve planned a surprise. A gift, if you will." You gave him a playful glance, but there was a hint of something deeper in your eyes. "And please, don’t make fun of me. I just... I want to do something for you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at your words, his lips curling into a small, intrigued smile. "A gift?" he repeated, his voice rougher than usual. He could feel the shift in the air, the tension between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

You smiled, a little more confident now that he hadn’t immediately dismissed you. His curiosity was a good sign. Slowly, you took a step closer, closing the distance between you both. Standing in front of him, you let the moment linger, your heart beating faster as you met his gaze, feeling the heat of his eyes on you.

You moved even closer, standing between his legs, your body only inches from his. The space between you seemed to shrink as you let your fingers play with the waistband of your coat. His eyes dropped to your hands, then slowly traveled upward, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"Do you want to unwrap it?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, laced with an unexpected flirtation. 

Harry’s pulse quickened. There was a sense of intrigue building within him, though he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He only knew that whatever it was, he was eager to find out. His fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the belt of your coat, pulling it slowly, deliberately. His gaze remained locked on yours, a silent question in his eyes, and you could see the mix of anticipation and uncertainty flicker behind the desire that was evident in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

As he loosened the belt, the fabric of the coat parted, revealing just a hint of your skin and the deep red hue that teased at what lay beneath. Harry’s breath hitched. His heart raced faster, and it felt like the world had stopped moving, leaving only the two of you in the quiet stillness of the room. His fingers traced the edges of the coat, pulling it open further, the anticipation building between you.

And then, he saw it.

The coat slipped from your shoulders, revealing what you had chosen to wear just for him—a gift more captivating than anything wrapped in paper. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you in the red body, the corset-like top hugging your form perfectly. The fabric clung to your curves, accentuating your figure in a way that left him breathless. The top was strapless, molded to your body, and supported by the natural curve of your chest, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes traced the intricate design of the outfit, the delicate lace and subtle details that sent a rush of heat through his veins.

You wore thigh-high stockings that reached up to your thighs, held up by the matching garters that added an air of elegance and seduction. The entire outfit was a striking mix of sultriness and festive cheer, with touches of white feathers around the edges that resembled a delicate, luxurious version of holiday fur. The color of the red seemed to shimmer as it caught the light, and in that moment, Harry thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you standing before him, a vision of sensuality and elegance, and yet, somehow, still a perfect fit for the holiday spirit. He couldn’t help the way his heart pounded, the ache of desire growing in the pit of his stomach.

You were breathtaking, utterly impossible to ignore. As the reality of what you were offering him sank in, Harry felt a tightness in his chest, a fluttering, heat spreading across him like a wave. Every inch of you, every detail of the way you stood there, was overwhelming in the best possible way. The desire was undeniable, but so was the love that ran deep between the two of you. You weren’t just standing before him as a vision of sensuality; you were offering him the purest form of trust, of intimacy, and it made his heart race even faster.

"You look... incredible," Harry managed, his voice rough, almost hoarse, as the words tumbled out. It felt like an understatement, like no combination of words could ever do justice to how he felt in that moment. But it was all he could say.

There was a long, delicious moment of silence as he took you in, his eyes tracing the curves of your body, the way your outfit clung to you so perfectly, the way the feathers brushed against your skin. His breath came in shallow gasps, his chest tight with the overwhelming sensation of wanting you, needing you. 

With a tenderness that was almost too much for him to handle, you reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair. The touch was soft but electric, sending a shiver down his spine. And then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you began to sing. "Santa Baby..." Your voice was soft, playful, laced with a flirtation that only made the air between you two thicker with desire. The surprise in Harry’s eyes softened into a smile.

"Just slip a sable under the tree for me," you continued, your voice light and teasing, the song dripping with seductive charm. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, the sound warm and genuine.

You let your coat fall to the ground, revealing yourself fully to him. The action was undeniably sexy, but what struck Harry wasn’t just the sight of your body—gorgeous, alluring, every inch of you crafted to perfection—but the love that seemed to radiate from every movement you made. It wasn’t just a performance or a game; this was a true offering of yourself to him, a piece of your heart wrapped up in the moment.

"Been an awful good girl..." you continued to sing, your voice teasing and light, carrying a playful lilt.

With a subtle, confident movement, you swung one knee across his hip, then the other, gently straddling his lap, settling yourself atop him on the couch.

As you positioned yourself, your body close enough to feel the heat radiating between the two of you, Harry’s breath caught in his throat. The sight of you so bold, so sure, made his pulse quicken, and he couldn’t help but admire the way you moved—effortless, confident, yet with a hint of sweetness that was unmistakably you. Your skin was so close to his, the soft fabric of your outfit grazing against his shirt, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch out. 

"Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight..." You sang softly, your voice trailing off as you felt his gaze on you. But before you could finish, Harry’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you toward him. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, one that stole your breath away. Without breaking the kiss, he gently fell back against the couch, pulling you down with him, his body warm and strong beneath yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as if he were the very air you needed to breathe. His low groan resonated in your chest, the shock of the gift you'd given him still fresh on his lips. Without thinking, your hips moved against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and you felt the unmistakable bulge of his desire pressing into you, the physical proof of how deeply you affected him.

Harry’s hands roamed over your body, caressing every curve before settling firmly on your ass, pulling you flush against him with a low, appreciative groan. You gasped, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you. Without warning, he flipped your positions, gently but decisively lowering you onto the couch beneath him.

For a brief moment, he simply watched you, his gaze intense as he hovered above you. His eyes traced every detail of your form—the way your hair framed your face like a halo, the flushed redness of your lips from his kiss, and the way your clothes clung to you, revealing just enough to leave little to the imagination.

“You’re the perfect gift,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his words barely a whisper as they brushed against your skin.

“Merry Christmas, Harry, darling,” you whispered back, your heart racing as the moment stretched out between you.

With a gentle shift, he lowered himself back down to you, his lips reclaiming yours in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Harry’s hands slid beneath your garter belt, his touch deliberate as they trailed upward, seeking the place where you ached for him most. A sharp gasp of desire escaped your lips, your body responding instinctively. Your hands fell to his belt, trembling with urgency as you worked to unbuckle it. You quickly undid the button and zipper, sliding both his trousers and boxers down in one swift motion.

He was already hard, his arousal undeniable, and he shivered as your fingers brushed over him, igniting a spark between you. His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing heated kisses along your skin that sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, his hands moved to your back, his fingers deftly locating the zipper of your bodysuit. With effortless precision, he slid it down, his gaze dark with longing as he revealed more of your skin.

In mere seconds, the fabric pooled away, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, your bodies separated only by the crackling tension in the air.

Harry didn’t waste a second, his hand finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of heat coursing through you. His fingers slid between your folds, discovering just how wet and ready you were for him. A low moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, your body instinctively pressing closer to his touch. You were already breathless, writhing beneath him, the need for him growing unbearable.

“Stop teasing me,” you murmured, your voice thick with desperation.

“Teasing?” he repeated, his tone mockingly innocent, though the wicked smile on his lips betrayed him. “You’re the one who put on this outfit,” he teased, his fingers quickening their rhythm between your thighs, driving you higher.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you shot back, biting down on your lip—not only to taunt him but to keep your moans from spilling out, though the pleasure was quickly becoming impossible to contain.

In response to your insolence, he slid a finger into you without warning, his movements firm and deliberate. The sudden sensation stole your breath, leaving you gasping as a moan replaced any attempt at protest. His finger moved with purpose, thrusting in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, teasing you, coaxing your body to respond. Your hips bucked instinctively, arching toward him as if your body had a will of its own, silently pleading for more.

“Harry, baby,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I need you. Now.”

Your desperate words sent a spark through him, and a feral growl escaped his throat. He pulled back, sitting on his heels as he loomed over you, his dark eyes searing into yours. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breathing matching your own ragged rhythm. Slowly, almost torturously, he brought his hand to his throbbing length, wrapping his fingers around himself.

He stroked once, twice, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving your face. He watched your lips part as you swallowed hard, your chest heaving as the space between you seemed to pulse with electricity. The sight of you—flushed, needy, and utterly at his mercy—only fueled his resolve.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Instead of waiting for a response, he shifted closer, aligning himself with your entrance. He teased you at first, the head of his length brushing against your slick folds, making you gasp and squirm beneath him.

“Harry, please,” you breathed, your voice cracking with need.

With a smirk that was equal parts wicked and affectionate, he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “Patience, love. I want to savor my Christmas gift.”

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed into you, stretching and filling you inch by inch. The sensation stole the air from your lungs, leaving you clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he claimed you completely.

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead dropping to yours as you both caught your breath. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your lips, before beginning to move, setting a pace that made your entire world melt away.

With slow, deliberate thrusts, Harry moved inside you, each motion powerful and intentional, claiming every part of you. Over and over, his hips met yours, the impact sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body. Your moans filled the air, unrestrained and raw, as his hands tangled in your hair, lifting your face to his. His eyes searched yours, dark with desire but softened by something even deeper.

He wanted to see everything—the way your face contorted with bliss, the way you surrendered completely to him, trusting him with your body and heart. But more than that, he wanted to take in the woman who had changed his life. The woman who saw through his walls, who loved him for all he was, even the parts of himself he struggled to accept. The woman who had gone to such great lengths to make sure he felt cherished and loved tonight, on Christmas—a holiday he had long since given up on.

A wave of emotion surged through him, crashing against the raw pleasure you gave him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he couldn’t hold back. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, more urgent. The couch creaked beneath you as your body moved with his, bouncing with every powerful motion. Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as he drove you higher, each thrust fanning the flames of your desire.

“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick and uneven. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine, adding to the heat coursing through your veins.

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to form words between breaths. “I love you.”

His movements faltered for a split second, your words hitting him with more force than he expected. He raised his head, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice filled with an intensity that matched the rhythm of his hips as he began to move again. “More than anything.”

He shifted slightly, angling his thrusts to hit deeper, each one pushing you closer to the edge. His hand slid down your body, finding your clit once more, his fingers working in time with his movements. The dual sensations sent you spiraling, your body trembling as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word between you brought him closer as well.

He shifted his angle once more, and everything seemed to blur. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself spiraling into a haze of pure pleasure. Your body arched in response, every nerve on fire as he hit a spot that sent shockwaves through you. Your orgasm took you completely by surprise—suddenly, you were lost in it, and a loud cry of unfiltered pleasure escaped your lips.

You tightened around him, your muscles clenching involuntarily, as if trying to hold him even closer. Your back arched more, your head falling back, giving him an unobstructed view of your exposed throat, vulnerable to him in this moment.

Harry’s gaze burned with an intensity that matched the fervor of his movements. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss. As you felt your muscles fluttering around him, gripping him tightly, his own release came crashing down on him. His groan was low, guttural, as he surrendered to the pleasure.

His body tensed above you, and you could feel the heat of him inside, filling you completely. He bit into your neck, marking you with the intensity of his passion, his fingers digging into your skin as he sought to hold you, keep you close. You were both lost in the moment, each thrust, each kiss, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through you both.

As your orgasms started to fade, Harry lay on top of you, his head resting against your chest as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair, gently stroking his head with affection.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. After a moment, he lifted his head to look at you.

“You’re the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for,” he murmured.

“Did you enjoy it?” you asked, smiling softly.

He tried to hold back a laugh. It would be crazy not to enjoy what just happened. “Definitely.”

He sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back into place. “I’ll get some towels and find something for you to wear. I’ll be right back.”

As he walked away, you heard him humming “Santa Baby.”

You smiled, curling your legs up to your chest, biting your lower lip. This had been one of the best Christmases you’d ever had.

Main Taglist : @gabriella-aesthetic

[sarawritestories]

Fatherly Instincts

Harry Wells X Curvy Fem Reader

Requested by: @twilightlover2007

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N finds herself having full custody over her best friends infant after a tragic accident. She is adjusting to life with a new baby, and though the baby is not fussy, there are few days in a row where sleep is scarce, and the stress is beginning to impact her. Team Flash has been great, but it's help from her favorite scientist from Earth-2 that she realizes how much he cares for her.

Content Warnings: Lost, death of friends, insecurities regarding weight gain/ negative self-image and fluff

Tag list: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007 @achromaticerebus

Y/N was on the brink of tears as the cries of baby girl next to her in the cortex. Sleep deprived and drowning in the responsibilities of raising a child that fell in her lap only a few months prior. Her beloved friends were in a tragic car accident and dealing with their loss, in which she has shoved it into the back of her mind. They named her the sole guardian of their sweet baby girl. Taking her was no issue, but the new duo has been staying in S.T.A.R Labs as her lease was up, and she was trying to find a place that can accommodate a baby. Fortunately, everyone in the lab had been open to helping with baby as she was looking at places.

Normally, Baby Girl sleeps through the night, but this night, the baby has been restless and simply won’t go to sleep. Y/N was rocking the child tears silently sliding down her face, feeling extremely overwhelmed. “Hey, Princess,” she closed her eyes as Harry’s voice rang the cortex.

She sniffled and whispered a hello that was drowned out by another scream from the baby, eliciting a defeated sob from Y/N. A hand touched her elbow, and her eyes met the baby blue’s of the Earth-2 scientist. “May I?” He held his arms open to hold the child. With a slight nod, she slid the baby into his arms, and she saw his features morph into a softer expression, and his face lit up. He bounced the bundle in his arms, and the crying began to subdue.

Wrapping her arms around herself, cringing as she felt her stomach protruding, she had gained some curves since being Baby Girl’s arrival and being near Harry has her feeling insecure about it. She looked at Harry as he was whispering to her. She smiled she liked seeing this warmer side of Harry as she rarely ever saw it. “I forget you are a dad sometimes.” He looked at her, his warm smile waning as he saw her tear stained cheeks and her covering her stomach. “You’re really good at it. She hasn’t settled for me in the last few days. In just a few minutes she’s asleep.” Fresh tears sprung in her eyes.

He looked at the sleeping child then back up at the young woman in front of him. He spoke softly, “Princess, I was not prize-winning father. I did my best, especially after my wife died. But there were a lot of tough nights.”

Y/N lightly scoffed, “I highly doubt that,” she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head, “Harry, I’m so out of my depth here. I haven’t even-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence as she walked to her chair and buried her face in her hands.

Placing Baby Girl in her bassinette with care and making sure she wasn’t going to stir, Harry moved over and crouched in front of Y/N and placed his hands gently on her wrist and lightly pulled, “Y/N, look at me.” She let him pull her hands from her face, “What haven’t you done?”

Her lip quivered, “I haven’t even gotten a chance to grieve my friends.” She stifled her sob to prevent the baby from waking up, “What kind of friend am I, that I haven’t had time to even miss them. Not to mention, how am I supposed to raise their child that would make them proud. I’ve never been a mom before. I couldn’t even get her to calm down and fall asleep. What if I make a wrong choice that they wouldn’t have agreed with. What if I won’t be able to keep their memory alive through her.” Harry pressed his lips into a thin line, listening intently and gently rubbing his thumbs in comforting circles. The dam erupted and she proceeded to express her concerns, “Then what good am I to the team if I can’t give my all because I’m looking for a new place to live, or what if she get’s sick one day and there is a meta attack and I have to choose between helping the team or getting her safety because she will always bee the first choice. Oh god, what if a meta attacks her school one day, and I can’t save her.

Harry cups her face, “Princess, stop,” He wipes the stray tears with the pads of his thumbs, “One thing at time.”

Y/N reached her hands up and placed them on top of his, “The worst part is, I have been so stressed and exhausted and operating on fear and adrenaline I have gained some weight and I feel ugly and unwanted, which is so dumb because I have this beautiful baby girl and these wonderful friends, but I don’t want Baby Girl to grow up without a father figure. I just feel so undesirab-“ She was silenced with her lips being pressed to his. For the first time in weeks, her brain came to a screeching halt, focusing on the fact Harry was kissing her.

He pulled away and stood up and lifted her up on her feet. Swiping the baby monitor, he walked her over to the med bay where there was a tv that was streaming a camera feed. The two are in frame, and he places Y/N in front of himself, “Y/N, you are beautiful inside and out. Your gaining weight was never going to change that beauty.” He wraps an arm around her waist and whispers into her ear, “Only enhances it in my personal opinion.” This caused Y/N to smile and laugh as she laced her fingers with his, “Now, I know for a fact that if anything meta related happened to that sweet baby girl, no one in this building would hesitate to drop everything to make sure she was safe. That little girl has so many people who love her so much that you have a whole army behind you to take care of her.”

Taking their entwined hands, he spins her around, placing his free hand around her waist. Their eyes were meeting, “Now this I want you to really pay attention to. You are going to raise that little girl right, your dear friends would not have entrusted this responsibility to you if they didn’t thing you were going to raise her in the way that would make them proud.” Tears filled the brim of her eyes again, “As for grieving them,” he tucked her hair behind her ear and sighed, “There is no easy way to do that simultaneously, with raising a child. I will tell you that you are not alone, and if it's too much or needs to let it out we’ll be here for you. Princess, I’ll be here for you.”

Y/N buried her head in his chest and sobbed and let out all the emotions that she had buried deep within her for the last few months. Harry swayed them back and forth, running his fingers and ran through her hair. After a few moments, she pulled away, “There is one more thing I want to address.” Harry whispered as she wiped her eyes, “Just because you gained weight doesn’t diminish the bright and intelligent woman you are. It sure as hell doesn’t make you undesirable. Not to me.”

She looked at him and smiled, gripping the back of his neck and rising to her tippy toes to kiss him once again. Finding comfort with his warmth, she pulled away and pressed her forehead against his, “Would you be willing to slip into that parenting role again?”

Harry smiled, “For you, Princess, I would do anything.” He kissed her nose as the baby monitor erupted with the sounds of crying. Y/N pulled away and was about ready to head back into the cortex before Harry grabbed her wrist. Y/N furrowed her brows, “You need sleep. Go I’ll take care of her.” He pulled her in for one more brief kiss before sending her to go get rest as he went to soothe the little one.

~An hour later~

Harry was down in the dorms sitting in a rocking chair. Baby girl in his hands, “My little Princess,” he whispered, “You are so lucky to have a mother like her.” He looked over to the slumbering Y/N sleeping peacefully. Looking back at the little bundle in his arms, he proceeded to whisper, “Can you keep a secret?” He paused for a brief moment and smiled, “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

The child giggled with excitement that caused Harry’s eyes to brighten with joy. He never thought he would do this again, but this time, he wouldn’t have to do it alone.

[smittenbyvillains]

Seeing The Painful Reminder

Warnings: angst, drinking

Harry Wells x Fem!reader

You walked into the lab's cortex after getting a call from Barry to come to Star Labs. He didn't tell you why but to come there. Your boots clicked on the floor. You walked in and saw everyone there. "Everyone is here? What's going on?" You asked. After you asked you noticed someone. You froze as your eyes went wide in shock. HE WAS ALIVE?! You wasn't happy and narrowed your eyes. He should be dead. He needs to be. He broke your heart after you found out the truth. He didn't hurt you physically but him hurting your friends hurt you. "HOW IS HE ALIVE?! WHY IS HE JUST STANDING THERE?!" You said fired up. Barry walked over to you.

"Calm down, he's from another earth, like you." Barry said.

"why is he here." You said.

"He can help us against Zoom." Cisco said. Jay walked in and saw Wells and went over to him and started punching him. That frightened you. You never liked Jay and you had a slight idea he was lying about things. Barry was quick to separate them.

"He can't help us." Jay said. You walked over. If Jay is saying no then Harry must be able to help us.

"I think he can... if he is as smart as Harrison's are." You spoke. "Besides, we could use all the help we could get." You spoke. "Just stay out of my way." You said straight to Harrison. As soon as you said that a meta human alert went off. You quickly used your powers get in your suit in less than a second and Barry got in this and took you both to the scene. It was a nasty fight but managed to defeat them. You came back and leaned against the chair cisco was at.

You looked at the other Wells, you didn't know what to think. "Are we sure he isn't Thawne from another earth." You said a bit cold tone. "He hasn't shown any signs." Caitlin said. "He wouldn't because he is a master at lying and breaking hearts." You said and stormed off quickly. You found the bar and sat down after grabbing a big bottle and a cup. You poured a cup and downed it. The glass clinking onto the table when you sat it down. Someone sat beside you, you glanced over seeing it was Harrison. You looked at him for a few seconds before looking away. Eobard did so much to you, and you did not want to deal with other one.

"You can stop staring." Harrison or they are calling him Harry says. You rolled your eyes. He grabbed a bottle and took a swig. "I don't know what he did to you, but I am not him so don't act like I am." He spoke.

"Well, he did a lot of crap to me." "I would like to get along so we can stop Zoom, and thank you for standing up to Jay."

"I don't like him." You said. "Common ground is found." Harrison said.

[unreliablesnake]

Somebody like you (Harry Wells x reader)

Summary: You had a crush on Earth-1’s Dr. Wells, while Harry was hopelessly in love with your Earth-2 counterpart. These feelings bring you a lot closer after an inevitable conversation.

Note: part 2

“You’re alive,” the sentence left Harry’s mouth before he could stop himself.

This was a different Earth, he knew there was a chance you were alive here, but he wasn’t expecting you to show up in S.T.A.R. Labs as a member of this world’s Flash’s team. He watched as a confused look emerged on your face, filled with a hint of terror he attributed to your past experience with his evil doppelgänger.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the overwhelming feeling that had taken control of him, then raised his hands as he watched you. “Don’t worry, I’m a different Harrison Wells, not the one you knew,” he informed you, and he was sure his voice was way softer than it was when he talked to the others.

“Can someone explain to me what is going on here?” you asked the team, completely ignoring him.

It hurt him, yes, but he kept reminding himself that you weren’t her. You were a completely different version of your Earth-2 counterpart, just like he was a different version of the Harrison Wells of this world. Still, it was hard to accept this. It was hard not to think of his version of you.

Harry listened to Barry as he told you everything you missed while you had been away, his eyes fixed on you the whole time, analyzing every little movement of yours. Your body language was different, it simply missed that vibrant energy your Earth-2 version used to have even in the most stressful situations. He couldn’t help but wonder what else was different about you.

And sure he thought about your relationship with this Wells. Had he been your mentor too? Or was there something more intimate between you? He needed answers, he simply had to know what to expect. His betrayal hurt you as well, it was clear from the moment your eyes landed on him, but he didn’t know just how bad things were.

Once Barry finished the explanation, Harry drew in a deep breath and took a hesitant step closer to you. “I just want to stop Zoom with Barry’s help and save my daughter. That’s all,” he assured you.

You continued to ignore him completely which felt like a stab in the heart. Instead of talking to him, you turned to Caitlin and Cisco for help. They assured you that he was telling the truth, that he could be trusted, and only then did you truly look at him. You were still uncertain and he couldn’t blame you for it.

Before he could try to break the ice again, you finally spoke up, this time talking directly to him. “You’d better not betray us too,” you warned him.

“I would never betray you,” he noted quietly, keeping his voice so low everyone had trouble hearing him. “No need to worry about that,” he said with a forced smile, this time talking louder.

Days passed with you avoiding being alone with him. Every time you were left alone in a room with him, you immediately fled, leaving him behind without a second thought. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to get to know you, hell, he wanted to be around you even if that time passed in complete silence.

It took him two weeks to finally get you to talk to him. You were ready to leave the lab he usually worked in once Cisco left, but he was quick to grab your wrist and pull you back. You yanked your hand away, looking slightly offended that he tried to stop you this way. Harry raised his hands and backed away to let you breathe.

“Let’s talk,” he suggested hesitantly, watching you carefully to see if you were willing to stay. When you took a deep breath and nodded, he let out a long sigh of relief. “Why are you avoiding me? What did I do to you? Or was it my doppelgänger that hurt you?”

You remained silent. It was killing him, the only noise that filled the room coming from the fan of the laptop he was working on, but despite this he didn’t feel like rushing you. After long seconds you finally gulped and folded your hands behind your back.

“You did nothing wrong,” you assured him with a small smile that he almost missed. “Dr. Wells… He betrayed us as you know. It just hit me harder than the others, I guess.”

“Why’s that?”

“I liked him. And when I say I liked him,” you began, falling silent in the end.

But even if you didn’t finish the sentence, Harry understood what you wanted to say, so he only nodded in response. He waited to see if there was anything else you wanted to add, but you were just staring at your shoes as if you were feeling guilty all of a sudden.

Something told him it was up to him to take the lead, to keep the conversation going, so he decided to dig deeper, hoping he could get some extra information out of you. “Did the others know?” he asked you.

You put a hand on the back of your neck and let out a nervous laugh. “That I had a stupid crush on our mentor? No.”

“Did Wells know?”

“I have no idea.”

“So let me guess,” he began slowly, carefully weighing every word as he tried to get some answers out of you. “You’re avoiding me because I remind you of him.”

Without much hesitation, you simply nodded. Harry wanted to tell you he wasn’t that man, he wasn’t about to betray you too, but his instincts told him this was the perfect time to practice staying silent. He wondered how long it would take you to accept him as part of this team. Catching Zoom wasn’t the problem of the next few days sadly, so he was surely here to stay for a while.

He couldn’t help but stare at you while he waited to say what was on your mind. Because he could see you were thinking about something, hesitating whether or not to say it. At one point he flashed a supportive smile at you to make you speak up, hoping you would finally trust him enough to say whatever you wanted in his presence.

And then it happened. “Can I ask you something too?” you asked quietly.

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve noticed that you’re hitting a much kinder tone every time you talk to me. Why?”

So you noticed. With a sigh, Harry folded his arm over his chest and considered how much to tell you. After you told him about your crush on your Wells, it would be only fair if he was honest as well. But how could he talk about that? How could he talk about her death without feeling like breaking down again?

“I knew your Earth-2 counterpart,” he began eventually, already bracing himself for the worst part. “She was working for me, with me, and we were trying to handle the metahuman crisis together after the explosion. Zoom wanted to hurt me so he killed her right in front of my eyes. It was my fault and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for letting that happen.”

You nodded, though you didn’t seem convinced. “Is that all?”

“You’re smart,” Harry noted with a forced smile. “I asked her out but she rejected me. I kept telling myself that it was okay, that dating an employee would have only complicated things, but I was already too lost in my feelings for her. Losing her was… I don’t even know how I could describe how I felt.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you said softly as you walked over to him and pulled him into a hug.

Feeling you be this close to him rang the alarm in his brain, he didn’t even know what to do at first. Your Earth-2 version had hugged him a few times when he was upset, causing him to fall deeper in love with her, but you’ve been avoiding him all along, it was too big a change all of a sudden.

You probably noticed he was getting uncomfortable because you suddenly gulped and let go of him. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t even know what I was thinking.”

“No, it’s okay. No need to apologize,” he assured you.

It was hard. Harry had assumed things would get a lot easier once he told you the truth, once the two of you sorted things out, but he was wrong. If anything, things only got more confusing. Did this mean you would loosen up around him? Did it mean he could finally talk to you the way he wanted without you running away?

You excused yourself suddenly and left the lab before he even registered what was happening. He felt like an idiot. Shaking his head, he rushed after you and was quick to turn you around and kiss you. You didn’t resist at all, and soon he felt you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body closer to his.

Maybe it was only the element of surprise that made you give in, maybe you were thinking about this Earth’s evil Wells when he kissed you, but he couldn’t care less about the reason. He had been thinking about kissing you or your other version on his Earth for so long that now he was on cloud nine and he didn’t want to come off this high.

[jokingmisfit]

A Grave Distinction (Story Introduction)

Platonic Multiple Wells x Fem!Villain!Reader, Platonic Eobard Thawne x Fem!Villain!Reader

Summary- Throughout the readers life the different Wells' fathered them. After witnessing the Wells all die to give Barry his speed back the reader, with reality bending abilities, becomes a villain. When the Wells come back from oblivion reality cracks under the weight and Barry blames reader. Finding out it wasn't the reader they enlist the villains help to restabilize reality.

Notes- Sorta canon compliant, but like also fuck canon. Idk, I have daddy issues man. Also please remember that the bad things that happen or characters do in my stories aren't things I endorse, it's just a story. I will also add warnings to each chapter.

Overall Story Warnings- Reader blames/Hates Barry, Eventual Yandere Wells and Thawne, Imprisonment(Kidnapping), Use of Y/n, 2nd pov

The cuffs burned your wrists. Their eyes burned your chest.

"What do you want?" You ask.

"They're back." He says.

"I noticed." You respond blandly

"You didn't do it. You expect me to believe you had nothing to do with this?" Barry interrogates.

A laugh bubbles up your throat.

"Hey! Allen. How the hell would I be able to do this? Hmm? I've been in a padlocked cell with at least four dampening cuffs on me at a time." You look over to the four men who stare with concern. You continue. "As much as I love you. I couldn't have brought you back. Believe me... I tried."

"After you tried to kill me." Barry interjects.

"You deserved it." You state turning back to him. "And I tried before... I didn't try to kill you till I found out I couldn't bring them back." You tilt your head at him.

"Cupcake, what happened to you?" HR asks softly.

Your resolve melts a bit when you meet his eyes, then you laugh a little.

"What didn't happen?" You smile bitterly down at your feet.

A sigh passes your lips and you note the fear in the air. The revelation that it wasn't you. That they can't fix the cracks and shifts in reality because the one person they knew knew how to do it, that they could stop, wasn't responsible.

"I hate you," You say brazenly to Barry. "But reality collapsing in on itself isn't really something I want... So if you want it. You have my help."

"I don't want your help." He says turning away from you.

"Okay! How about I rephrase it. If you want these four," You turn to look at the Wells'. "to, I don't know, stay alive and not have the fabric of the universe rip itself to shreds, you're gonna need my help." You tell him strictly.

"Or I can use the people that actually mean well." He says not looking at you.

"Oh yeah, use them. You're good at that." You taunt. "Can't wait to see who dies this time."

"Alright that's enough." Joe interjects. "You're going back to jail."

"Great, can't wait." You smile angrily.

A small turn of events as Joe walked you towards the building door. Chester whispering in his ear, and suddenly you're thrown into an old pipeline cell. Left there to wait for whatever or whoever came next.