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natsukitakama · 5 years ago

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Headcanon : being pregnant with Harry’s child part 1

Author note : I don’t know about you but Dad Harry is a weak spot for me (go read the hwells fanfic : Two jackwagons and a baby it’s absolutely awesome especially if you are sucker for Harry doing dad thing like me). I will write a part 2 of this headcanon.

The reader is a pregnant woman I hope everyone is fine with that. On this part, Reader want desperately to have a child while Harry seemed to avoid anything about this. So She tried to make him talk.

Part 2 : here

I don’t own the gifs credit to the owner(s).

Warning : nothing but fluff (we need this)

You couldn’t say you didn’t want a baby : Deep thought, you pictured yourself having a child quite oftently. You had already idea of name, and seeing all your friends having baby got you inspired.

The « problem » was your grumpy husband, it’s not like he told you « I don’t want a child » but everytime you tried to have this conversation he avoid it. At the end you understand it like « I don’t want children ».

Of course you could understand his point of view : he already has a teenager daughter and was a bit older for having another baby. But even if you loved Jesse as your own child you treat her as your own teenager, she wasn’t your biological baby you never got the chance to hold her on your arm, to smell her baby’s perfume, to see or her smile or giggling, you never got the chance to teach her the history of your country, your earth, you never saw your parent’s holding your baby and cried of joy because of it.

You couldn’t say you weren’t happy with Harry, honestly anyone could give him the Oscar of the better Husband of the multiverses. In fact, the man was nothing but sweet to you, even when overworked himself he did everything to not neglect you so you always feel loved. Even when it was about sex, you couldn’t complain you were more than satisfied.

But something was missing you knew it, you felt it. But how to explain that to someone who decided to not having this conversation ?

You decided to have a conversation with Jesse, you know for testing the water and see how she reacts. Turns out she was super excited at the thought of being a big sister and express her agreement by hug you very tightly and offered to talk to Harry if you couldn’t approach him.

You didn’t want this to be a whole argument, you hate it argument you didn’t get the point of fighting to have what you wanted. You wanted this to be a 100% agreement for both of you.

So you explained your plan to Jesse : showing harry the benefit of having a child again. All you need was a baby to babysit.

One of Jessie’s friends got a little brother who needed to be babysat. His name was Ethan 3yo, Jesse got to your house with the little boy and explained she wanted to help her friends but didn’t know how to take care of a child so she asked help to his father and you.

You did everything to not look at Harry, you knew he’ll discover the fraud and will get angry eventually for being manipulate. All you did was nodding to her while Harry accepted but not before complaining about the situation.

The first hours were quite something, Ethan was a very dynamic little boy and so curious. He couldn’t walk somewhere without asking something you giggled finding this absolutely cute. Since both of you and Jesse never experienced life with a child, Harry decided to stay with you on the living-room so he could watch the little boy.

The two got along very well, you didn’t know if the little boy was aware of who your husband was but he did everything to have his approval. First, he built a big towel with his LEGO, then he did a draw of him and Harry playing basketball, next he showed him his solved puzzle. And everytime harry smiled at him and congrats him with an approval « good », the little boy went back with a whole smile on his face apparently proud to have Harry’s approval.

Then he started to got Jesse’s approval, and claimed he’ll marry her and his mummy which made you giggle by his cuteness and made Harry frowned by the boy’s effrontery

« Come on he’s 3 Yo »

After that he started following you, asking so many question « what are you doing ? » « can I do that with you ? », he was so curious about so many things sometimes you didn’t finish your sentence he already asked something else.

« Hey sweetie if you want to have a proper conversation you have to let people talk before asking something else »

You started to cook for dinner while the little boy was walking around the house, he seemed bored or ashamed about something.

« Hey Ethan I am cooking for tonight do you want to do it with me ? »

You never saw a child smile like this before, you felt touched when you saw his little face. Gosh you wish your children could smile to you like this. You took an apron and processed to tie it on his back so he won’t get his clothes dirty.

Everything was so sweet, Ethan helped (at least try) you to cook, then everyone sat and started to eat.

Then it happened, when you were done with the dishes you took a look on your clock : Ethan’s mum was supposed to be here since one hour, you processed to send her a text but it was too late. Ethan noticed something was wrong. He was on the living room looking through the window waiting for her mum to come but when he saw nothing he turned back and started to cry. First he was just sobbing but then cried a lot.

You did everything to comfort him but nothing worked. The little boy was crying waiting for his mummy.

Then, Harry came closer to him put a kneel down so he was at the same height to the boy. Ethan was looking at him while his tears fell on his face not knowing what to do.

All Harry do was putting a hand on his cheek to erased the tears from his face while looking at him with a soft expression « it’s okay sweetie, everything is fine I’m sure your mum is on her way to got you. How about we watched some cartoon with hot cocoa while waiting for your mum ? »

Ethan nodded before going into Harry’s arm then everyone her a « ting », it was Ethan’s mum, she texted you to apologize cause she was stuck on a highway. Harry smiled and look at the boys

« See ? It’s just a matter of time before she came to you let’s watch some cartoon »

Ethan’s mum came at your house eventually looking for a boy who were sleeping on Harry’s arm, she apologized for being late which you reassure her telling her everything was under control while sending a wink to your husband. Ethan’s mum took all the stuff of her son and then took him to drive him home not before thanking you.

You closed the door with a long sigh, happy everything end well.

After cleaning your living room, You and Harry got to your shared-room while Jesse was currently on the bathroom

« I am glad everything end well »

« Yeah so do I »

« You know, you’re still good when it came to daddy’s think »

« Oh yeah ? » he smirked

« Yeah kinda attractive even hot »

Your husband chuckled while putting at you to go on his laps which you did without a second thought. Your arms hugged him instinctively while his were on your back and his face close to your neck humming your scent.

« You know you were really cute pretending to be his second mummy »

« I thought it was Jesse oh yeah… She is his future wife »

« *sigh* don’t tease… I was serious »

« So do i »

« You know, that I knew what you were planing but I let it go »

« You did ? »

« Yeah … I know Y/N I never let you time to have a proper conversation with you about it. It just scared me »

« I know that Harry but I wonder why ? Did you see yourself while comforting Ethan ? You’re a good father Harry even Jesse said so »

« *sigh* it’s not about- Did she say that ? Not the point, my point is I’m getting older Y/N when I decided to have Jesse me and my… previous wife we were young and prepare for that. But she had to convince me, I never planned plan to have Jesse, I never wanted to have child … They are so small so fragile they’re running everywhere they need us to be there 24/7. My jobs and my wife was more than enough to make me happy … »

« But you loved your daughter and she is your everything, and you’re happy with her »

« With you and Jesse by my side I’m more than happy, but my point is I was afraid to have a child while I was 20yo younger »

« What are you afraid of ? It won’t be like your first time Harry you won’t lose me, you won’t raise a children on your own I’ll be here I’ll always be »

Knowing this conversation could last forever since both of you had arguments you asked him to think about it just give it a thought.

The truth is, he saw you while you were playing with the child. He saw the way you smile at him or giggling when he has done something cute. The way you were so sad by seeing him crying over his mummy, the way you were so happy when he decided to cook with you. He knew you wanted child badly, and he knew you were right after all He raised an incredible daughter, a super-hero, and independent and a smart woman. Yet he knew he couldn’t not overprotective his child he knew himself he knew how he’ll behave.

At the same time he knew you were looking for being a mum, recently he saw you looking at the mirror pretending you were a mum. He saw how you were excited about your friends being parents and yet can’t help but being bitter because you weren’t.

Harry wanted you to be happy hell it killed him to know you weren’t fully happy. But again he knew him very well, he could kill to protect his own.

Could you live with that ?

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barcaavengers · 6 years ago

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Willing to Wait for It- E2 Harry Wells Imagine-Pt.1

Note: So I've decided to do some angst for a change on this series since for my other unfinished imagines I'm having a writer's block. I had a couple of ideas as I watched the show (I'm behind I know) and now I'm on S4 and I just keep getting angsty ideas on how a relationship with Harry Wells would work so this came up. Hope you like it! Already working on part 2 for this…

After the second Particle Accelerator explosion you got hit with the dark matter and it gave you powers and ever since them the team has been keeping a close eye on you...Especially Dr. Harry Wells...who was your now two week boyfriend. The way things worked between you two at the beginning was rough, but eventually you found your way around him.

Things between you two started to change when he stopped calling you by your last name, which is a Harry thing...As insignificant as it might sound, there was so much to it that you didn't understand until he explained his reasons.

”What if you change this part and…” you trail off as you write on the board on Cisco's workshop. “Voila” you say as you turn around proudly as you complete his equation.

”Of course...Only if you want for it to make a malfunction at the last second when we need it the most, Y/N” Harry says exasperated after he tossed the pen he was holding against the board making you dodge it.

”What did you just called me?”

”Y/L/N?” He says as he crosses his arms against his chest.

”No...you called me by my first name.”

”No, I didn't.” His eyes look away from yours and starts rummaging through his papers.

”Yes you did” you say as you look at him and take a few steps towards him. He takes a quick glance of you and places a hand on his hip. He was getting nervous. “You know, now that it reminds me, why do you do that again?”

”Easier to remember last names” he says as he walks past you and to the board to erase the equations.

”No, it isn't…” you say as you turn to look at him. He must sense that you were going to keep pushing...And it's not the first time you do.

He sighs and places the cap on the marker, “Again with that” he says, and even though he can't see you, you shrug. “First names are...a way to call people who mean something to you, are close” he says and finally, like a door, you see him opening up. “I don't have that closeness with these people…”

”But you called me by my first name just now...You have never…”

”It doesn't matter...It's not the same…” he is about to go past you, hand raising to toss the eraser on the desk, he is so frustrated about something…

You reach for his hand, catching just part of his sleeve that covered and molded his arms so tightly “Try me…” your head ticks to the side as you smile softly at him.

His blue eyes shift to your hand and then looks up at you with a sigh, “I only let my guard down once...Letting people get in my life…” his voice becomes low and so does his gaze. “My wife…and then Jesse…” he says and you let go of his sleeve. “She was taken away from me, and I don't want the same thing to happen with Jesse. I can't lose her...I swore I was not going to lose anyone else and now she is mad at me out there...And then you…” for some reason you feel the need to take a step closer to him. “I don't want to come close to someone I am going to lose in the long run” he says.

”You won't lose anyone you don't want to..”

He scoffs, and you know where this will go, “I didn't want to lose Jesse and she is who knows where now.”

”Hey...We will find her...And you didn't lose her, she just needs time to process everything...You will never lose your daughter...or me” you say and he looks back again at you. It was as if he looked at you too much he'd lose you.

”I wouldn't be so sure, Ms. Y/L/N…” he says and shifts his stance.

”I think I have a right to be…” you say and he reaches for your hand and slightly pulls you to him. You place your free hand on his shoulder and smile at him, he just smirks as he let's go of your hand only to place it on your waist. He is just looking at you, taking you in. You look at his blue eyes, then his lips as he licks them and you weren't sure anymore if it was part of the frustration or part of this whole moment you two were sharing.

His other hand flew to your cheek, sliding slightly to the back of your neck before he pulled your forehead against his, “You are such a pusher…” he says and you both laugh. Next thing you know he closes his eyes and he is leaning in, closing the distance between your lips. Your heart was beating rapidly because it finally happened, he opened up to you and now he was about to kiss you. You lean in to close the distance, lips parting and your lips touch, an innocent lip lock. He pulls away slightly and is tilting his head to the side and leaning in for another kiss-

”Y/N” Caitlin calls through the speakers from the lab and you both pull away like if you two have been caught. Which probably wasn't far from reality cause they did have cameras all around the lab. “I need you to come see me...I found something…” as those words are said, Harry and you exchange a look before you head over to Caitlin's office.

”We just needed that fire from Y/N” Barry says as he looks at you and you two high five, the team was trying to fight a meta-human and with some teamwork and your skills you managed to defeat him.

Your hand rises and a flame appears in the palm of your hand, “Never lets me down.”

”That is still so cool it's like the opposite of Killer Frost but with a combo of Firestorm…” Cisco said.

”I don't think sending Y/N is a good idea yet. She is fairly new to this and we don't know if there are any side effects to her pyro abilities” everyone just turns to glare at Harry for that, even you.

”I'll be fine. It was just a small...malfunction...” so maybe your fire was...too fired up.

”What if the fire gets out of control? What if you don't know, actually you don't know-”

”Harry...Hey...Hey” you tried to interrupt as he ranted. That was a sign of him worrying, because this Harrison Wells was all short talk and serious...Not much of a ranting person. You get his attention and you arch an eyebrow at him and he sighs in an exasperated way. “I'll be fine…” you say and reach for his hand to assure him.

”Am I the only one not used to seeing dick Wells warming up to someone else other than Jesse?” Cisco asks and this catches Harry's attention who throws a marker at the poor guy. “Hey!”

”You have powers, but not super healing or strength...You could get hurt…” he mutters meeting your voice.

”I'll be fine” you assure him, his lips stay in a thin line before he takes your hand and pulls you with him behind the Cortex, you look at the others who eye you both curiously. “Harry…” he cuts you off by pulling you close and hugging you. “Wow…” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck.

”I thought we'd lose you there...Your body heat was so incredibly high and your scream was…” he pulled out and looked at you. “Your clothe was disappearing in front of the whole town” he says with a growl and you can't help but giggle.

”I'm not sure what you are mad about anymore” you say and tighten your arms around his neck.

”Everything…” he says all grumpy and you smirk. He presses his lips against yours and you melt into his touch. It was still a new feeling for you to feel him this close and affectionate with you. He was so...serious and uptight with everyone else except Jesse and suddenly with you...he was still the same but with spontaneous moments of affection like this one.

”Okay so what we are NOT gonna do is kiss in every corner of the lab for my sake! It's bad enough I have to see him!” Cisco interrupts.

Harry pulls away with a growl and hangs his head, but you know he'd throw anything at Cisco right now if given the chance. “I live here if you have forgotten because I can't leave.”

”Except to my house.”

”Except to her hou-” he stops himself and glares at you playfully which makes you grin.

Cisco was looking between the two of you with an unbelievable expression before shaking his head, “You know what? I don't need to know any of that. Just...No PDA in my workshop or where anyone can walk in on you two.”

”What about at night when-?”

”Oh my God you are the freaking worst!” Cisco covers his eyes after Harry's words, you are just laughing in amusement at the constant bickering and teasing of these two. “Oh that image won't go away easily…” he says as he walks away rubbing his forehead.

”Play nice with Cisco, please?” You ask with a smile.

”I'm playing nicely enough” he says as he look where Cisco disappeared towards to.

”Mhm” you nod your head and kiss his cheek. “I'll go get ready, remember we have movie night.”

”I have to work on-” you glare at him. “Fine. I'll leave it for tomorrow.”

”Thank you, Dr. Wells” you tease and peck his lips. “I'll pick you up.”

It is almost 7pm and you are parking your car out at S.T.A.R. Labs and heading to the Cortex since your boyfriend was not outside as he should be. If he was working on that gun of his you were going to set it on fire, you were sure of that.

”Dad, you have to tell her if we are going to do this. I have my life there, I can't...I don't have a reason to stay but you do” you hear Jesse's voice echoing through the tunnels. It was so much quieter at night then during the day for sure.

”Jesse, I can't just leave you by yourself back there, and I need to fix what I've done…” Harry pauses as soon as you get close to the room they were talking in and for a second you thought he might have heard you, but apparently not since he continues. “Specially if I want to start a life with her…”

”Then take her with us…”

”I can't ask her to leave everything she has worked for on this Earth just because of me” he was using his frustrated tone and you flinch. “And not with all the mess behind we don't know what exactly has changed back home…”

”Dad-”

”I'd do it.” You step in with arms crossed and the two of them jump at the sound of your voice. You haven't even noticed that your eyes were filling up with tears. “If only you would've told me your plans sooner…” you try to stop your voice from shaking.

”Y/N…”

”I will leave you two to talk…” Jesse says before walking out of the room.

In the meantime you stay in place, arms tightening in someway to comfort yourself. “Y/N, listen-”

”This is why you didn't want to become attached right? Because you never planned to stay?”

”Listen to me” he says firmly. “It was never my intention to stay in this Earth in the first place. I only came here to help defeat Zoom because I needed to get my daughter back!”

”And you did! All of us helped. There is no more Zoom, there is nothing else going on right now that possesses a huge threat” you say to him, a step being taken close to him and arms uncrossing. “Why let us happen? You clearly knew you'd go back, no intention to stay right?”

He has both of his hands on his hip, he was looking for the right words, you could see it on how he was opening and closing his lips to speak. “Y/N, listen…” you cross your arms and adjust your position, standing straight. “It wasn't in my plans to fall...in love with you. It just happened, okay? I...I didn't want us to happen. I didn't want to and as much as I tried to hold it back...” he took quick steps towards you and reached for your waist, “you just kept pushing and being there, and I couldn't help it…” his last words were a whisper, his eyes were now closed and you frowned at the whole moment. “I didn't need another weakness for someone else to use against me…”

”Why won't you stay?” You ask and you can feel your heart beating fast, because you weren't sure what he'd say…

”I need to fix things back on my Earth...I need to fix my past before I start thinking of a future with you in it…” he mutters. “I have to make sure Jesse is okay, I can't leave her alone. I don't know what has changed back there…”

”And why-?”

”I can't ask you to leave everything behind. You have your family here, your friends, your job…”

”I could do the same back there…”

”Our Earths might be similar...but they are not…” he says and you nod your head.

”So you don't want to consider any option that could make us work…” you lick your lips before biting onto your cheek to stop yourself from crying at the spot when he is about to say something but holds back. Harry doesn't say anything, he just avoids your gaze. “When are you leaving?”

”Tomorrow…” he mutters and you pull away from his hold.

”So basically you were just going to spend one more night with me, make me enjoy it and then you'd just break it to me that you are leaving, tomorrow” you scoff. You take it he never had the intention of letting you know.

”I was going to-”

”When Harrison!?” He flinches at the full name. “When you were about to leave? Now?”

”You don't make it so easy to say it either, okay!?” He snaps at you. “You think this is easy for me? To just leave you or tell you just now that I'm leaving? That I can't stay or take you with me? It's not, Y/N! I'm not leaving like nothing ever happened, I'm leaving knowing I'm leaving someone I care about behind while I fix every screw up I made!”

You wipe away the tears that were streaming down your face. “You have your options, all you have to do is think them through…”

”Y/N, come on, you know better than this” he takes your face between his hands, his thumb brushing away the tears before they brushed over your quivering lips. “Think of it, what life could we have here? Right now? I have the face of a man who killed Barry's mother, hurt people, killed people...I can't go out there...I can't give you a life that you deserve...I can't take you out for example...And even if I do enjoy spending my time at your house...in our room” he chuckles and you can't help but join him briefly. After you two made your dating relationship official, most of those two weeks he had spent it in your house and to know that he considered your room his...and maybe your home his as well it was making it all complicated. “We wouldn't be a normal couple...We will think of something but right now...one step at a time…”

In a way, you could see his point of view, and you hate to admit it, but it was true. You wanted to go out with Harry, walk hand by hand with him outside without him hiding, go out to restaurants, normal dates...A normal relationship. “Okay…” that's all you say.

The night at your house goes fairly quiet. You are laying down on your couch, Harry's arm around you as you watch one of Harry's Earth-2 movies. His thumb is running soothingly on your exposed shoulder as you were wearing your pajamas tank top. By the looks of it, the two of you were invested in the movie, until you got hit with the realization that it could be a while until you two were like this again. That was all you could think of. “Are you coming back?” You ask randomly, maybe to reassure yourself of the answer.

Harry looks down at you, his body tensing at the sudden question. “I will…” he says, but it didn't convince you much.

”Harry…” you sit up and face him, his arm pulls you close and he kisses your forehead.

”I'll come back for you” he whispers. “As soon as everything gets back to normal and my life sorts out...It will begin for us…”

You didn't feel like asking more because you felt that Harry didn't want to talk about it all the way, or think of it. You nudge his nose with yours and he smiles ever so softly at the gesture, his hand moves from your shoulders down to your waist as he closes his eyes, fingers sneak along the hem of your top before he tilts his head to meet your lips, body shifting as yours do as well. He grips onto your waist and pulls you closer to him, your arm sneaks around his neck and you pull yourself to his lap. Your fingers play with his hair, loving how fluffy it felt under your touch. You loved when he wore caps, made him look mysterious and interesting, not that he wasn't without it, but you preferred to see his fluffy hair free.

His lips move to your cheek, then down to your neck earning a sigh from you. Fingertips brush over your skin in a feather like manner, neck tilts to expose itself to his lips and he makes sure to cover every inch of it with kisses, teasing with the tip of his tongue every now and then. “Babe…”

”You want me to stop?” He asks as he kisses another spot, this time nibbling right under your ear making you weak.

”No” you breath out and shift your hips against his. “I'm yours…” he pulls away and looks into your eyes.

”Will you wait for me?” He asks, his tone sounded surprised you'd say.

”Of course” you smile down at him as you play with the ends of his hair. He leans in to kiss you again and this time the kiss was more passionate and teasing.

That was of course, until both of your phones went off and you growl. “Ignore it” he says as he pulls you down on him as he gave one thrust.

”Could be the guys in trouble…” you have to hold back a satisfying sigh or he'd pressure you more.

”They are always in trouble” he whispers into your ear before kissing down your neck. “Ramon and Allen can take care of it without you” another kiss before going to the other side of your neck. “Tonight it's just us…” he starts raising your top and you know there was no convincing him back now. The night was going to be the longest for the two of you. As you thought of it you remember...It was the last one for a while...

Harry's alarm is the one that goes off that morning and after he tried to quiet it down and not managing to because he was not looking at what he was doing, he just takes the squared screeching box and tosses it. “I'm guessing it's Harry proof?”

”I hate that thing and Levi Hutchins” he mutters before he pulls you close, his head snuggling on your neck.

”Who?”

”He invented the alarm clock.”

”Oh.” So even at seven in the morning, recently awaken, your boyfriend was a huge nerd. Got it.

”Has Jesse called? She was supposed to be awake an hour ago.”

”Haven't heard the phone” you assure him.

”I guess we can stay a little longer in bed?” He smiles, keeping his eyes closed and starts kissing your neck.

”Just a little longer…” you tease and roll to get on top of him. Your hands run down his toned chest while his own land on your waist. He is sitting up to kiss you, lips puckered up and when you are closing the distance his phone goes off.

”What a timing” he says as he falls on the bed and takes the phone. You bite on your cheek when reality hits you. This was it. Harry was going to leave your Earth for who knew how long. It was the last time you'd see him for a while. You roll off of him and sit at the edge of the bed, your back facing him as he spoke on the phone. You didn't bother to listen, you knew they were probably making sure everything in the Cortex was working properly before they went back home. Cisco must be there making sure of it.

”Babygirl…” you feel the bed shift behind you and you look back to find your boyfriend looking down at you through his glasses. He had the face of concerned that you never thought you'd see from him directed towards you. “Please stop giving it so much thought...I said I'd be back” He sits by your side now, arms sneaking around your waist to hold you.

”I know...I just-” you trail off and shake your head. “I don't want you to leave…” your voice cracks and he frowns, pulling you to him to kiss the top of your head as it rests on his shoulder.

”I don't want to leave, but I have to...But when I come back, things will be different. We can be together…” he says and you nod your head before he pulls you into a tight hug and you let your tears fall at last...

Everyone was at the Cortex to say their goodbyes to Jay Garrick and to Jesse and Harry. You stayed behind as everyone said their goodbyes. Jesse was second to come to you, mostly cause you were next to Wally and she was bound to stop by. Pretty sure everyone knew they had a spark. “Thank you for caring and loving me and my dad…” she says as she hugs you. “Of course, Jesse. You will always have someone here...if you want to run away for a while” you say and you both giggle before she turns to Wally.

Now Harry stayed on his spot next to Cisco as he looked at you. A flashback rushed your senses to the first time you met Harry...It's been a long run. “Love, I-” he is rubbings his forehead and you smile slightly at him as you walk over to him.

”It's okay…” you assure him and he sighs heavily. “Take your time...Do things right, but hurry” you tease and he chuckles before pulling you to him with one arm and pressing a firm kiss against your lips. Your hand cups the side of his face and bite his lower lip softly, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

”I love you, Y/N…” he says with an intake of breath and you feel everyone in the room tense. To all of them it was a shock to hear Harry say those words to someone else other than his daughter, and calling you by your first name? Even shocking.

You on the other hand were gritting used to it. “I love you too, Harry…” he pecks your lips one last time before going to stand by Jay and Jesse.

Joe comes over to give you a side hug for support. Two weeks might seem like nothing, but in your relationship with Harry? It was so much. You accomplished so much and managed to crack his code and have him open up to you that you have created such a bonding with him not easy to forget. Cisco opens the breach, and as you blink, they have disappeared through it already, leaving nothing behind but a blur.

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khayrrilrainxwells · 2 years ago

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Harry: I've been stressing out for this solution.

*(Y/N) walk toward the grumpy scientist and give him a kiss*

Harry:......... I still didn't know the answer.

#tom cavanagh #the flash cw #harry wells #harry wells imagine #e2 harrison wells imagines #harry wells x reader

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elfwoodfae · 3 years ago

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Ima need you to write something filthy about Harry after he discovers y/n's erotic friend fiction about the team and learn what she really thinks about him.

Love, some one anonymous and your biggest fan

“Hurtful Lies” Harrison “Harry” Wells x reader

Author’s note: HUGE thank you to @wintersire for coming through and helping me keep Harry in character and help me edit and put together this story, honestly couldn’t have done it without her. Also I know is not exactly what you asked for but I could stop myself from the angst, I truly hope you like it. I loved writing it. I cried too while doing it.

WARNING: SMUT, ANSGT.

Gif credits to the owner, I found it on google.

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“Oh Harrison,” You moaned in his ear as he held you up against the wall, your legs tangled around his waist.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” He whispered, his hands going up your back and ripping open the fabric of your dress. His lips found yours, his teeth catching your bottom one, tugging on it for you to open your mouth.

His hand went down the curve of your ass to the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat coming from you.

“Every night since I met you I have dreamed about this moment, I've touched myself thinking of you, I adore you, everything about you.” You proclaimed against his mouth. He kissed you fiercely in response, savoring you.

You typed furiously into your computer, not wanting to lose the inspiration you had. This was your hobby, or more or less your practice into becoming a writer, and what better way to do it than writing about the center of your affections. Harrison Wells. Or more accurately, Earth 2 Harrison Wells. You had developed a hard crush on the man, everything about him drove you crazy, his hands, his hair, his lips, his back, and oh God did you wonder what was inside those pants; maybe that’s why he always wore them so baggy.

You could almost say it was an obsession at this point. At night, when you were alone, he was who you would think of while touching yourself, moaning his name. You wanted him so bad. It's gotten to the point where you would do anything for him, as scared as that thought made you.

Taking a break from typing and stretching your fingers, you leaned back to look at the screen and read over your writing. You wondered how long you've been writing for; it seemed like no time at all. When you catch the time you let out a curse. It was almost 8. and Cisco had insisted you all go out as a team for a very deserved family dinner at Barry’s place.

Saving the document and getting up from the computer you went over to your room, getting dressed up. While you readied yourself you heard a breach opening in your living room; Cisco was here to get you.

“I will be out in a minute! Get comfy.” You called out while struggling to fix the dress to make your breasts look more appetizing. Obviously you doubted Harry would notice, but at least you could dream he would. You had chosen a short float dress with an open back and low neckline, perfect for indiscreet kisses and flirty hands.

Back in the living room Cisco was moving through the apartment to get to the kitchen, leaving Harry, who had unexpectedly come with him, alone; something you were unaware of. The screen of your computer illuminated as a email notification appeared, catching Harry’s attention. He looked over and as he was about to dismiss it something called his attention back to it.

His name was written on whatever you were working on, moving towards it slowly he started to read it over, his eyes widening with every word he read. Just as he was about to scroll down the page the clicking of your heels could be heard, making him smack the screen down to hide what he was doing.

Trying to act normal he turned around, hiding his face from you and the blush softly creeping on it.

“Oh Harry, I didn’t know you had come with Cisco,” you said, looking at his back.

“He would take too long otherwise,” he grunted, unable to look you in the eye. His gaze stayed on your neck, trying to distract himself, but that was a mistake as he could see the way the dress hugged your body from his peripheral view. Memories of what you had written came to his mind as he wondered what it would feel like to run his hands up your back and take that dress off of you.

Clearing his throat he had to turn back around, hiding his hands in the pockets of his pants to try and hide something else triggered by the thought.

You took in his appearance. You don’t think you had ever seen him this formal, and for a moment he reminded you exactly of Thawne the night of the accelerator launch; his white shirt with a blazer on top, the first buttons open to show his skin, his black pants, and his hair; a little shorter and sharper on the sides. You wondered if this is what he looked like most of the time on his Earth; before zoom, when he was less worried about everything.

Cisco came back just in time from the kitchen, hurrying all of you into a breach to make it to Barry’s on time.

After the drinks started flowing, so did the good feelings; the atmosphere was joyful, everyone was having a good time, even Harry seemed relaxed in his own way.

As the night progressed and all of you sat around the living room, Caitlin asked about your project. She knew you had been working on a few pieces for a literature portfolio you had been building.

“Well I have been working on this piece I’m really excited about.” You said, causing Harry to suddenly choke on his drink.

“You good?” Cisco nudged him.

“Yeah yeah I’m just, I’m going to get some air,” he whispered getting up with his drink and walking over to the balcony.

Maybe it was the liquid courage the alcohol provided, or the fact that fate liked to play with you, but you suddenly felt brave enough to walk after him. You excused yourself quietly before following him into the cool night air.

“Hey,” you gently touched his shoulder. “Is everything okay?” You asked him with a kind smile. The one you always saved for him.

“Yeah, yeah, it's just a little crowded in there.” He lamely excused.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I’ll be leaving soon, I think I had one too many drinks, I’ll ask Cisco to breach me.” You said as you turned around, ready to leave, but right before you went through the door his hand stopped you, grabbing your arm delicately.

“I can walk you, I’m leaving too.” He said. He was regretting this as the words were leaving his mouth but it was already too late, you had smiled at him and nodded, letting him know you were getting your purse and saying your goodbyes. He didn’t know where this had come from, certainly not from his common sense as he knew he shouldn’t be giving you any hopes after what he had read in your computer, but he couldn’t help it, the alcohol in his system made him think slower and not very clearly.

The walk home was quiet, only making small talk between you both. He didn’t know why he had offered to walk you, Cisco could have breached you easily. Once you made it to your door you turned around, facing him.

“Hey,” you started, trying to find a way to phrase what you wanted to ask him. This may after all be your only chance at this.

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” You asked him with a kind smile.

He shouldn’t stay, he should have said no and leave, he wasn’t thinking clearly and the consequences would prove to be devastating.

He nodded, too afraid of speaking and his words betraying him. He followed you inside, settling in the couch while you went to get some alcohol from the kitchen.

Serving him and yourself a drink you both settle on simple conversation, laughing and every once in a while you could see the way his eyes would fall to your lips.

Finishing your drinks, silence fell over you both, neither sure of what was supposed to happen, but the tension could be felt in the air. Softly, you moved closer to him, your hand finding his thigh as you leaned over him. He was studying you, his eyes on your lips. Slowly you touched his face, your lips connecting with his in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, his hands moving to the back of your neck as if by instinct, his lips pressed harder to yours, his teeth grazing your bottom one, prompting you to open your mouth. He had forgotten what it felt like to kiss someone else. His hands traveled down your back, feeling the soft skin of your back exposed by the dress. You moved to his lap, removing his blazer and playing with the buttons of his white shirt.

In a silent agreement you both decided to move this to the bedroom, you got up, offering him your hand for him to take and follow you. Once inside you turned around, kissing him again as you moved backwards towards the bed. His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, opening it and letting it fall of your form. There you stood, naked in front of him, only in your panties as you bit your lip, you looked absolutely stunning in his eyes.

He knew the only way he was being able to go through with this was because of the amount of alcohol in his system, and as he moved his hands to your waist to lean you back in the bed, kissing you, his breathing started to quicken. Heat spreading from the back of his neck to his shoulders. He was loosing focus on what he was doing.

Your hands moved to his pants, unbuckling them, opening the button of them and pushing them down, but the moment your hand touched his cock he lost it, he couldn’t do it. He started to panic, images of Tess came to his mind and his mind screamed at him that this was a betrayal to her memory.

Moving away from you quickly he turned around, trying to get himself back in his pants again.

“Harry?” You softly asked him, sitting up and covering yourself with the duvet.

“Hey it’s okay,” you tried again when he didn’t reply, noticing the way his breathing had quickened and he seemed to be panicking. Understanding came over you; he was probably nervous. You assumed he hasn’t been with anyone physically since his wife passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you try again, touching his arm to reassure him, but the moment your skin touches his he flinched away from you.

“Don’t touch me” he says, getting up from the bed, his breathing quickening. He hasn't felt this way since Jessie was taken; the weight on his chest getting heavier every second he remained in your bedroom. He couldn’t explain why, but this sense of panic rose the moment he saw your face fall at him flinching away from you.

“Hey calm down, it's okay. I understand if you need time,” you began but he interrupted you with a breathy scoff. He was in a panic state now; he couldn’t think clearly anymore, he knew you knew what was happening to him, and somehow that show of weakness made the whole situation worse.

“What could you possibly understand, you're just a selfish brat. I don’t need you whoring yourself to me like you did to Thawne.” He spits quickly, not looking at you. He knew that seeing your face would be his last straw.

Your own panic becomes evident in the way your breathing changes. Tears pool in your eyes, so heavy that they start to fall without your consent. The hurt, the humiliation and embarrassment you feel at his words are obvious, how did he know what had happened with Thawne?

His panic dulls once his pants are securely covering him once more, clearing his head enough to allow him to process what he just said to you. He turns toward you, that feeling building once more but for a completely different reason this time. He shouldn’t have said that, he fucked up completely now. A sharp pain tugs at him the moment he sees your face; he went too far.

“No, y/n, I am,” he begins to say, he needs to fix this before is too late, but you close your eyes, whispering a quiet “get out”. When you open your eyes again, he is still there. He tries to reach for you but you dodge him, taking the blanket with you to the bathroom.

He tries to talk to you, to apologize, but by the way he can hear your sobbing from behind the closed door he knows there is nothing he can say to fix this, at least not now.

You stayed in the bathroom, sitting on the floor behind the door with your blankets around you until you heard the front door close, proving that he had indeed left.

How could he had done that to you? You had trusted him, you had trusted Harry to be different. You had never thought he could be so cruel, but once again you had been proven wrong and were hurt by two men wearing the same face.

Harry looks for you the next day. He needs to apologize, he needs to fix this because he can’t deal with the pain and guilt he is feeling now. He storms through the lab but he can’t find you. Eventually Ramon gets there, who informs him that you didn’t come today.

Harry seems to be in a even worse mood than before, yelling at everyone and throwing things every once in a while, a behavior he had overcome in his time on this earth.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” Cisco questions him, finally having been able to catch him.

He hesitates, unsure if telling Ramon what happened was the best idea but with how bad he screwed up he may need all the help he can get at fixing this.

“I, I made a mistake” he whispers, facing the white board he was writing on.

“Last night I walked y/n home, and we had a couple drinks and one thing led to another,” he says, fixing his glasses as he is unsure of how to continue.

“And” Cisco pushes.

“And we kissed and then I panicked, and I,” he sighs.

“Harry its okay." Cisco tries, but Harry doesn't face him. "Look, I am sure she didn’t take it personally.” Cisco stands and reaches out to pat his shoulder, trying to help Harry, but when he touched his arm he saw exactly what Harry said; he saw what happened, the way his words had affected you. He knew Harry had a temper but he never expected for him to be capable of being so hurtful, especially to you, who had been nothing but kind and understanding to him.

“Oh no Harry, what did you do?” Cisco quickly says, fear evident in his voice.

“What?” Harry says, turning to look at him.

“How could you had say that to her? How do you even know about Thawne?” Cisco demands, anger evident in his voice.

“I panicked Ramon, I wasn’t thinking when I said it.” He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.

“I heard Barry talking about Thawne and he mentioned that he and y/n were seeing each other.”

“That’s not the worst part Harry, we never talk about what happened not because of him but because of her too.” Cisco begins, he takes in a breath before continuing.

“Barry and y/n were closer back then, they were always together, but when Barry found out about Thawne, he also found out that y/n and him had a relationship, he instantly thought that she knew who he was and he never gave her a chance to explain,” he sighs, his eyes lost in the memories of that day.

“He was going to lock her in the pipeline with him, but Joe stopped him. Thawne had told her that she had been nothing but a distraction and a way for him to have fun, that he had never loved her. Barry was sure she had betrayed the team as well and when she was trying to explain he called her a desperate slut and accused her of not caring that he was a murderer." Cisco looks to the side, lost in the memory. "I still remember her face, the tears and how Joe had to intercept because he had crossed the line. After he locked her up, Thawne confessed that y/n was innocent, that she never knew who or what his intentions were.” Cisco proceeded explaining, making Harry only feel worse and worse by the second.

“Even when Barry apologized and she explained everything they never recovered, they never were as close as before and the team was not the same after that.” Cisco finished. God had he screwed up.

“I need to fix this Ramon,” Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

“I don’t honestly think you can do anything to fix this. I’m sorry Harry, but I think you can only give it time.” He said.

As the week progressed you had manage to avoid Harry at all costs, working on a lab far away from the cortex and completely opposite from him. You had expected to feel better by now, but his insult had only revived the memories buried in your mind, every time you looked at him now you could only see the original Wells, you could only see Thawne because the difference between both in your head had been completely erased after that night.

It took a week for Harry to finally corner you; he knew you were avoiding him, and he was trying to give you space, at least the first few days but every time you seemed to get a glance of his presence you would flee. He knew he deserved it.

When you made it home that night, after changing and settling down on the sofa you tried to relax, in all honesty the anxiety of the whole situation had made you too tense and too anxious to even be able to properly function that week.

As you switched between channels trying to distract yourself, you heard the telltale signs of a breach opening behind your couch. Cisco knew what had happened, he had hugged you as you cried that first day back after the incident.

“Cisco I am fine, I will be fine in a couple days” you added without looking back.

“It’s not Cisco” his raspy voice said, almost in a whisper and you instantly froze, not wanting to see him.

He noticed the way you tensed, how you wouldn’t turn around to see him.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

“Please let me fix this, I am so sorry,” he began.

You looked at him, and as he took a step closer to you, you flinched away. He could see the fear in your eyes and that only hurt him more, he knew he deserved this, how could he blame you? He was wearing the same face as the man who once hurt you the same way he had done, in your eyes there was no difference between himself and Thawne.

He moved closer, slower this time, afraid to scare you away.

“I am so sorry,” he said again, trying to find the right words to make you understand that he hadn’t meant it.

“The other night, I, I panicked, I,” he couldn’t explain himself. Eventually he gave up and sat on the edge of the couch, giving you a wide berth. He took a deep breath.

“Her name was Tess,” he begins, closing his eyes at the tears he knows are coming.

“I know you know of her from the other one, but she was mine. My amazing, beautiful wife.” You only looked at him, allowing him to explain himself.

“When Jessie was 5, Tess got sick. We couldn’t figure out what was happening, she only lasted a couple more months.” He had removed his glasses by now, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

“After she died I became a bitter man; I was angry and broken. I couldn’t rebuild my life without her.” He continued, his eyes focus on the memories.

“That night, was, that night was the first time since her that I had allowed myself to be with someone, and the moment you touched me I panicked, my mind screaming that I was betraying her.” He finished.

You could see the pain in his eyes, the way the tears fell down his cheeks. You had never seen Harry so vulnerable.

Now you felt sorry for him; you could understand his panic.

“I know that’s not an excuse for what I said or how I treated you and I’m not asking you to forgive me but I needed to explain to you. I owed you that much.” He finished.

“Harry,” you began, trying to clean your face from your own tears.

“Harry I forgive you, I just,” you continued, looking up to clear your eyes of the tears trying to fall again.

“If you didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about you, you could have told me,” you said.

“That’s the thing, I have dreamt of you since the day I met you, I have wished to be able to move forward but I’m stuck, guilt eating me alive.” He said.

If there was ever any doubt in your mind of Harry being the same as his evil doppelgänger it was gone now. This man had suffered so much, he deserved to be happy and after finding someone who could help him he had locked himself away.

Standing up, you moved in front of where he was sitting, tangling your hands in his hair and bringing his face to your stomach, hugging him. His puppy eyes watched your every move, his hands instantly went around your waist, holding you, allowing himself to feel you.

“Harry, I know that you loved her very much, and I could never pretend or try to replace that love you had for her,” you began, trying to phrase what you wanted him to understand.

“Harry, she would want you to be happy, to keep living.” You said, rubbing your fingers softly through his hair.

“Your mind is lying to you, this is not a betrayal, you could never betray that love” you finished.

You felt him nod his head, still hugging you. His hands tightening around you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him process your words.

His hand moved tangled in your shirt, pulling you down to his lap, allowing him to hug you closer, your arms went around his neck as he held you, burying his face in your hair.

“Would you give me a second chance?” He whispered against your skin, he needed to move on, to show you how much he cared for you.

“Harry, I” you began, scare that if you did he would hurt you again, you wouldn’t be able to get over that if it happened again.

“Please y/n, I need to show you how much you mean to me, please” he begged you, planting a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“Only if you are sure you want to go through with this, to see where it could lead us” you told him, aware of the risk you were taking.

“I am” he confirmed, his hands running up your back.

Your own hands tangled again in his hair, pulling him to you, your lips connecting, softer this time, slower, he was taking his time exploring your mouth. You broke away from the kiss, looking at him while removing his glasses and putting them aside, leaning back down to kiss him.

His hand went under your shirt, caressing your back, feeling the soft skin as his kisses became hungrier. He moved his mouth across your jawline, delivering soft kisses and moving down your neck, obtaining a few sighs from you, his lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses.

He got up slowly, tangling your legs around his waist he moved you both to your bedroom. Leaving you back down against the bed, removing his jacket before lowering himself on top of you.

This time his mind was clear, his only focus was you. To show you how much he wanted you and needed you. His hands found the hem of your shirt, looking at you for consent before removing it. He took the time to admire you, looking at every detail of your skin. He lowered himself, kissing your neck, the top of your breast as his hands ran up your waist, squeezing slightly before moving to your breast, caressing them and feeling the softness of them.

Your hands removed his shirt, aching to feel him bare against your skin. You moved your hands to his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tensed and how they relaxed when you moved your hands down his back, his kisses trailed up back to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while his hand moved to caress your leg, running up your thigh to your ass, squeezing it and feeling how your body reacted to his touches.

Your hands moved to his pants, opening them but leaving them like that, giving him the option to remove them himself whenever he felt ready.

His hands found the hem of your underwear, once again he looked at you, wanting to make sure you still wanted this, you nodded while he removed them, his hand trailing back up to feel you, feel how soft you were and how wet he was making you. He groaned once his hand connected to your center, feeling the slickness covering his fingers as he moved them across your entrance, he love the way you moaned for him, throwing your head back. He buried his face in your neck at the same time his finger moved inside of you, opening you up for him. You gripped his hair as his lips sucked a mark onto your skin. Soon after another finger found its way inside of you; he was getting you ready. He curled them inside, making a long moan fall out of you as your eyes rolled back in your head. He could feel the way you pulled him in, how you squeezed him and dripped on his fingers. He moved them faster, grinding his palm onto your clit, drawing an orgasm out of you. He wanted you to come first, knowing that he wouldn’t last long.

He felt you tightening around his fingers, as you lifted yourself on your elbows, coming while moaning into his mouth.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking in the face you made for him, the way your eyes looked up at him half lidded and your teeth caught your lips to stop the moans from coming out. He adored the way you looked, how warm you felt against him.

He quickly pulled his pants down along with his underwear, letting his cock free. He grabbed it, feeling it throbbing in his hand, the head moist from the precum that had leaked out.

He stroked himself a few times before moving the head against your entrance. His arms trembling when he started to push in. He closed his eyes as he bottomed out, groaning against your skin as the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. He started to move slowly, lifting you to pull almost completely out before dropping you down again. He kissed your neck, biting softly at it, trying to distract himself to last a little longer. He doubted he would after so long. You felt so warm and divine around him. His pace quickened, hearing you moan while he grunted, feeling his orgasm building up. He was close, he could feel his muscles tingling and his cock ready to burst in you.

Your hands found his face, holding his cheeks to bring him to you, kissing him as he started to come inside, having to break himself from your mouth to moan into the air. That was a sigh you never wanted to forget. He moved himself to rest against your chest, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in while your hands played with his back. He hadn’t felt this calm, this content in such a long time. He loved the peace you brought him, and he promised himself that no matter what, he would never hurt you again, he would keep you safe, he would love you and cherish you for the rest of his days if you would have him.

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taylorsage22 · 4 years ago

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Jealous of them all(Harry Wells E-2 x Reader)

Request-@Camile08 -Hi ,you can do one with Harry Wells in which the reader is cute and cheerful and he is jealous of her, thank you 💕

A/n- This is probably really short, Apologies in advance.

"I brought You guys Big Belly Burger." You said cheerfully walking into the cortex carrying an absurd amount of Burgers. Cisco runs up to you and happily embraces you in a hug. “You Are Perfect,Woman.” He says still hugging you.

“Thanks, Cisco.” You say laughing. You hand everybody there food and realize that Harry had slipped out of the room. You still had his bag of food in Hand. So you decide to go find him.

Your skipping down the halls of Star Labs looking for Harry. “She’s just so damn happy all the time, And Ramon just rubbed him self all over her!’’ Harry ranted to the Council of Wells while pacing the speed lab.

You come to a halt and peek your head into the speed lab, listening to Harry talk to his friends. “Well does she like this Ramon?’’ One of Harrys weirder looking Doppelgangers asked. “HOw would I know?’’ “Well you seem to like her a whole lot.” One of them said ‘’and Your pretty Jealous of anyone that even talks to her we’ve been hearing you rant about her for weeks.” Another one of them adds.

“Whatever.” Harry scoffs.

“Harry?’’ You say with a hopeful smile on your face. He turns around with a horrified expression on his face “Y/n.” he says he still has a worried expression on his gorgeous face.

“Do you like me like that?” you ask, still hopeful. “Yes.” he says putting his face in his hands.

“And were you jealous of Cisco when he hugged me?’’ his head snaps up and out of his hands. “I'm jealous of every single one of them when they get to hug you and I don't every single damn time.’’

“Don't be I like you a lot, so you can hug me anytime.” you say as he slightly smiles. He embraces you in a bone crushing hug.

#harry wells x reader #E2 harry wells #harry wells imagine #fluffy fic #Flash fluff #fluff harry wells

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multibadassfandomimagines · 4 years ago

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“Wells, how good are you at patching up bullet wounds? ‘Cause Caitlyn’s MIA and to be honest, bullet wounds hurt like hell.”-Y/N

“I’m sorry WHAT!” -Harry

“Well....” -Y/N

“Y/N!!! Cisco get the med bay ready! Allen go get her!”-Harry

~~Some time later~~

“If she doesn’t get up soon I’m gonna kill someone.” -Harry

“Well, you could always direct that anger onto the person who shot me.”-Y/N

“I would if you were... Y/N YOU’RE AWAKE!” -Harry

“I am, and as much as this hug is nice, you’re pushing into the wound.” -Y/N

For anon, I hope you like it <3

#The Flash #the flash imagine #harry wells #harrison wells #E2 Harrison Wells #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells earth 2 #Barry Allen #cisco ramon #Caitlin Snow

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reversephysics · 5 years ago

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Canned Soup (E2-Harrison x Sick!Reader) - Imagines

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Imagine: You're sick in bed with the flu and Harry is trying his best to help you feel better…

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“Canned soup?”

“Shut up.”

Quite flustered, Harry ran his hands through his hair and laced his fingers behind his head. He shot you a judging glare that told you not only of his irritation, but of his slight embarrassment as well.

You couldn't help but smile.

Despite your shitty condition right now - messy, oily hair, stuffy nose, sore throat and killer headache - the man still found a way to make you smile. It was one of the things you loved about him.

Catching sight of your bemusement, Harry rolled his eyes and took a seat beside you. He tugged the yellow plastic bowl and spoon from your hands.

“Look,” He said, stirring the chicken broth in a slightly irritable manner. “I don't know how to cook. I don't. But until I learn how to, this is the best I can manage.”

He raised the spoon to his lips and blew.

“So, shut up.”

You opened your mouth to argue once more. “I wasn't -”

“Shut up.” He repeated.

And with that, the multiverse physicist shoved the spoonful of soup in your mouth.

Gently.

At first, you gagged at the hot metal’s sudden presence in an unwanted place; but, shortly after, were able to cup your lips around the neck of the spoon and catch the soup before it splashed out and dribbled down your shirt.

Swallowing, you shot Harry a sassy glare. “What was that for?!”

“For being so damn noisy,” he grumbled, stirring your soup once more. “Say another word and I'll shove this spoon down your -”

“Wow, okay,” you interrupted once more, this time a slight mischievous smile tickling the corner of your lips as you saw the man’s forehead vein about to burst. “That's graphic. You always talk to girls like that, Wells?”

Another deep set scowl appeared on his features. “Just eat the damn soup.”

Your sly smirk broadened. “Whatever you say, Boo.”

#e2 harry x reader #e2 harrison x reader #e2 harrison wells x reader #e2 harrison wells #sick #sick reader #canned soup #the flash #reversephysics #imagines

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plaidamoosette · 5 years ago

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Stay With Me

E2 Harry Wells x Reader

"Harry! He's got a gun!"

"Stay with me y/n, I'm here, just stay with me."

"Damnit y/n breathe! Please!?"

A/N: This was requested by @but-my-tongue-is-a-wepon, thank you for this! Sorry for my absence as a writer, I hope this makes up for it darling.

It was as if the whole world had come to a halt. The room’s temperature dropped, and Harry’s heart shot up into his throat. Beads of sweat gathered at his hairline as he felt his body jerk forward, almost as if he had lost control of himself.

Suddenly, he was on his knees, his shaking hands wrapping behind your limp shoulders, holding your head up, the other clamping down over the angry wound that was quickly seeping with blood from your chest.

Words failed him in that moment as something cold trickled up his spine, raising the hairs on his arms. Fear. Absolute and unquestionable fear.

The whole scene played over again and again in his mind.

“Harry! He’s got a gun!” Cisco had yelled from his lab in the Cortex.

But Harry was too slow, by the time he turned his head, the gunshot had already gone off, and he flinched. But not because the bullet had hit him. No, it was because you were standing in front of him, arms outstretched, welcoming the attack.

“No, stay with me Y/N, I’m here, please just stay with me!” Harry choked, repeating the phrase until he could voice it properly, his throat tight and hoarse and he shook your body again, snapping back to the present.

The man who had fired the gun was on the ground, Barry stood behind him and was already picking him up, with Joe joining him, pulling out a pair of cuffs that would ensure the Meta couldn’t use his powers.

Your eyes were open, staring past Harry’s shoulder, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Harry shakes you once, and then again, before laying you on the ground, tearing his shirt off and pressing it onto the wound.

“Snow! Snow, help her!” Harry sobs, yet no tears left his eyes. He suddenly felt hot-- searing with rage. He tied the shirt around you as best he could, and began compressing on your chest as Caitlin tumbled to the ground next to him.

“We need to get her onto the gurney, now!” Caitlin shouts, grabbing Harry’s shoulder and pulling him away. Harry resisted.

“Im here, please just breathe Y/N, please!” Harry growls, and Caitlin pulls at him again, this time, Cisco joining her.

“Come on, man, let her do her job,” Cisco mutters, and Harry goes numb, sitting back on his heels as Caitlin and Cisco raise your body, laying you on the gurney and rushing you to the lab.

Everything sounded far away as Harry jumped up to follow, his heart pounding heavily in his ears.

“Cisco, grab those bandages and tape down the wound while I set this up,” Caitlin spoke so fast she was almost inaudible, and the man quickly did as he was told.

Harry hovered back, his every instinct tell him to grab your hand, to yell, to do something, but instead he stayed against a wall, crossing one arm over his chest, the other running through his hair frantically.

Cisco peeled away Harry’s soiled shirt, and then grabbed a large pair of scissors to cut away your shirt, cramming wads of gauze over the hole and taping it over while Caitlin rolled out the defibrillator.

The woman adjusted the settings, attaching wires and pads to your unconscious body, before snatching up the paddles. A high pitch whir screeches and the room goes silent.

“Cisco, clear.” Caitlin commands, and Cisco jumps back, clearing the way as the woman presses one paddle over your chest, and the other on your side.

Caitlin counts down, and then presses the buttons, a jolt forcing your body to jump. She puts the paddles back and begins compressions again, forcing air into your lungs, before grabbing the paddles again.

Harry’s heart pounded harder than ever, the color draining from his face. He felt sick.

"Damnit y/n breathe! Please!?" Harry cries, running over to the table, brushing your hair back and keeping your head tilted. His own breath hitched in his throat.

“Clear!” Caitlin shouts again, and both Cisco and Harry move back before she administers a final shock, your body jumping again.

A small cough bursts from your lips, and your eyes blink. Your mouth gapes open, and you choke and sputter, dribbles of blood leaking out the corners of your mouth, back arching into the air.

“Her lung’s collapsed!” Caitlin shouts as she runs over to the cabinets, pulling out a very large, very deadly looking needle.

Harry runs his thumbs over your cheeks and mouth, wiping away the fluids, your eyes wide and full of panic.

“It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, just stay with me, please. Stay with me,” he whispers, and Caitlin smacks on a pair of gloves, ripping open an alcohol wipe.

She cleans the area under your ribs, on the side with the bullet wound, and then peels the needle from it’s packaging.

“This will hurt, and it’ll be hard to watch,” she mutters before pressing one hand against your ribs, the other forcing the thick, hollow needle into your skin, pushing it as far as it would go.

She tugs at the end, and it hisses. Your chest lurches for a moment, and a sudden gust of air rushes in as the immense pressure is lifted.

It was as if you had an elephant sitting on your chest, keeping you from catching the air you so desperately needed. Your temples throbbed and your vision speckled with black dots.

And suddenly, despite the piercing pain of the needle entering you, the cool air that finally rushed down your throat was almost euphoric.

You cough again, and a bit of blood stains your lips.

Finally, real tears fall from Harry’s eyes, dripping onto your forehead as he lowers himself, kissing where his tears landed.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers, and you shake your head.

“You... can’t-rid...me-that...easy,” you gasp, your voice almost inaudible.

“It’s not over yet, we have to patch her up. I’ve got it from here, Harry.,” Caitlin rests a hand on his shoulder, “you go help take care of the Meta.”

Harry bites his lip, and then shakes his head.

“I’m staying with her. I’ll stay out of the way.”

Caitlin sighs, and then nods, before taking the same scissors and cutting away the remaining fabric. Cisco takes his leave, probably to join Barry and Joe to deal with the Meta.

Harry wanted to kill that man... that same burning rage bubbled up in his chest, but he managed to suppress it. He steeples his fingers, resting his chin on his thumb, his other fingers pressing against the tip of his nose, his teeth snaring his bottom lip.

It takes Cailtin several hours to properly clean and patch the wound. Because of where the bullet was lodged, she didn’t want to remove it. She administered a drug to you to make you sleep while she did her work, wrapping you up in a hospital-like gown.

She sticks a few patches to your chest and sides, and then wraps a breathing tube around your face, before finally removing the hollow needle.

“She’ll stay unconscious for a few more hours. When she wakes, don’t let her sit up. I’m going to go check on the others,” Caitlin mumbles, snapping off the gloves and tossing them into the trash.

Harry nods his head. “Thank you, Caitlin.” He rises to his full height, dragging his chair over to the bed, the rhythmic beeping of your heart rate on the monitor echoing in his ears.

He carefully clasps your small, cold hand in his, bringing it to his lips, and then to his own forehead, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, before the tears started again.

“Damn you woman-- I though I lost you,” he sobs, his voice thick. “Why did you jump in front of that bullet?”

“Cause I... love you... asshole,” you mumble through the heavy grogginess.

“Don’t you ever do that again, Y/N. I’m supposed to be your hero-- it’s my job to take the bullet for you. That’s what I promised you, didn’t I, Mrs. Wells?”

“It was... a mutual ag...agreement...” You sigh, your head lolling to the side. Your eyes flutter as you try to stay awake, but the drugs consume you into a restless slumber.

Harry couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, wiping his eyes. He gently twists and fiddles with the ring on your left finger, his heart swelling with warmth, before it was snuffed out.

He was angry-- angry at you, furious with the Meta who hurt you, enraged with himself... but mostly thankful. Thankful for the friends you both shared, thankful for you, his wife, and thankful for air that wheezed out of your poor, damaged body.

He had so many emotions running through his head, he felt sick. Love, anger, hatred, fear, relief, exhaustion.

He kisses your hand again, resting his head on the bed beside your hip, a dull pain throbbing at his temples.

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“Apparently his name is Edward Killian. He used to work here, before the explosion. He was always quiet, under the radar. Damn near invisible to everyone but Harrison, according to Caitlin and Cisco. When the Particle Accelerator exploded, he became a Meta. Got the powers to turn invisible. I guess he finally caught wind that Harry was ‘alive,’ and wanted to exact his revenge.” Barry explains, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall of the room, looking down at you.

Large bags sat under your eyes, and you barely had the strength to nod your head. It had only been a day since the incident.

“Oh the wrong Wells, though. He was wanting Evil Wells... Eo-Wells...Harry-Bard Thawles?” Cisco ponders the name, and Caitlin smacks his shoulder.

“That’s how he was able to sneak in undetected. And if you hadn’t stopped the bullet, it would’ve been a perfect bullseye to Harry’s head.” Barry ignores him, and you nod again, squeezing Harry’s hand with as much strength as you could muster.

“But Joe’s got him locked up, he’s being held in Iron Heights for now. We’ve managed to convince him to keep his mouth shut about Harry, but there’s no avoiding what he did to you,” Barry steps up and pats your foot, “so rest easy for now, okay?”

“Thank you, Barry,” you croak, and flash him a smile.

He leaves the room, and soon the others trickle out as well, leaving only you and Harry. The man hadn’t left your side, and he looked absolutely exhausted. Barry had brought him a shirt, and your heart monitor had betrayed you when you woke up to see his naked torso before he tugged the clothing over it.

“Go get some rest, Hon, I’ll be fine,” you whisper, and the man shakes his head.

“I’m fine.” He grumbles.

You furrow your brows and shoot him a glare. “I wasn’t asking.”

Harry chews his lips, and then scoffs, before standing up, stretching as he did.

“I’m glad to see you’ll never lose that feisty attitude of yours,” he chuckles, making his way to the door. “Just... stay there. Sleep.”

“I’m never leaving you, Harry.” You raise your voice, but it cracks as you do.

“I wouldn’t allow you to either way,” the man grins, his dazzling blue eyes causing your heart to stutter a beat, before he disappears down the hall.

You release a breath, rubbing your eyes, and pulling the blanket further up to your chin, settling into the not-so-comfy mattress. Your body felt unbelievably heavy, and it didn’t take long for you to pass out, you mind drifting off into dreams of Harry.

His messy hair, his constant pacing, his frown... and that smile that only you could see.

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silent-writer83 · 6 years ago

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So Wrong, It’s Right

Request: Ooo how about a Harry Wells rough smut????? ;)

A/N: This turned into a daddy kink with some jealous Harry. Hope you liked it!

Harrison Wells was going to Hell, of that he had been fairly certain of for quite some time. It was something that he knew for quite a few years now, but never so surely as he did in that moment. He knew that he shouldn’t, that he was dabbling into things better left alone, but something about you just....drew him in. He wasn’t the emotional type, wasn’t one to easily form attachments. In fact, Harry made it a point to push everyone away, so why you, of all people, got under his skin, he never really could explain.

Knowing that you were the forbidden fruit, maybe, tempted him. You were young, much to young to be with someone like him, or so he often told himself in the wee hours of the morning when he’d gaze at your sleeping face, but you were always so adamant about being ‘a grown ass woman.’ Those were your words not his, and to be fair, you did have a point.

You were twenty-six, far old enough to make your own decisions, but Harry still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. it didn’t help that it was a secret. Of course it was a secret. He was damn near twenty years older than you - eighteen to be exact. You loved to remind him of that as well, though the ease that it gave was short-lived. He didn’t want the others to know, to look at you differently....to look at him differently. It was a selfish desire but he couldn’t help it. Harrison Wells could be an, admittedly, selfish man.

You hated secrets. Hated keeping them even more, but Harrison Wells was a notoriously stubborn man and changing his mind was something you were sure God couldn’t even do. Sighing you glanced over your outfit for the day, head tilting as you let your gaze wander over yourself. Lips tugged into a smirk as you straightened, turning to check the back. If he wasn’t going to tell, fine, but you were going to make his life a living hell in the meantime.

Waltzing into the Cortex, your hips swayed, practically hearing the jaws drop on your way in. It was the reaction you knew you were going to get, doing your best not to smirk.

“Damn mami! Look at you!” Cisco complimented, slack jaw turning into a grin as he caught your eye. He stuck his thumbs up as your laugh filled the room. Winking at your long time friend you thanked him with a smile.

“Wow...you look......wow,” Barry fumbled, unable to properly form words as his gaze raked over your outfit. His eyes kept moving, flicking between your body and your eyes, doing his best not to stare. A quick elbow to the ribs from Iris had him quickly averting his gaze.

“What’s with the outfit?” the journalist asked, eyes looking you up and down curiously. You were always the more fashionable of the group, but this was...a bit much. You could admit it was though, the lace bustier with flowing high waisted shorts left little to the imagination and the heels that made your legs look like they went for miles certainly.....added to the appeal.

“Felt like dressing up,” you shrugged, dogging the truth easily. “I’m counting one less genius than usual,” you hummed, eyes shifting as you searched for your target.

“Oh? You mean the grouch?” Cisco scoffed as he came up beside you, arm tossing over your shoulder. “Where else would he be?” he mused, eyes unable to help themselves as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Ramon!” the sharp gravel tone had everyone jumping to attention as they turned towards the entrance. “Where’s that tech I told you to work on?” Harry quipped, pacing into the Cortex with a frown etched into his features.

“Oh uh...yeah, tech...totally. Yup, definitely did that,” the boy fumbled, quickly removing his arm from your shoulders as he scrambled back to his desk.

You turned slowly, a hand coming to your hip as you cocked it, eyes lifting to Harry as you watched the way he glanced at you only to whip his head back to you. It took everything in your entire being not to laugh at the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head before composing himself. Oh, playing hard to get was he? You could play that game.

“Hi Harry,” You cooed, watching the way he gave you a curt nod before looking away. The struggle not to look at you was visible to you and you reveled in it. Humming softly, you turned to Cisco, hips swaying as you moved. Several pairs of eyes followed your movement, watching as you placed your hands on Cisco’s desk, leaning over, shorts clinging to your round hips as you bent.

Harry’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he watched your clothes ride up and cling just shy of giving him a view of what he wanted. He knew you were doing this on purpose, that you were testing him. His heart pounded hard in his chest as heat quickly flooded south. He wanted nothing more that to press you flat against that desk, to have your back arch and your a-.....NO. No, he couldn’t do this here.

Tearing his gaze away, Harry glanced about the too, hoping he wasn’t caught blatantly ogling you. He wouldn’t have to worry about that though, nearly everyone in the Cortex doing the very same. The heat that had once tightened in his groin now boiled beneath his skin as he watched the way Barry’s eyes followed your every movement and Cisco was certainly not looking at your eyes as you spoke. Jaw tight, Harry squeezed the marker in his hand. “Ramon! Today!”

This was going to be along day...

And long day it was. Did you know how it killed him to listen to them? To see them practically screwing you with their eyes. The only solace Harry had was knowing that only he would ever be able to touch you in the way they were very clearly dreaming of. Still, that didn’t quell his rising anger and thinning patience. He knew you were egging him on, that you were purposefully flaunting your body around just to get under his skin. Harry didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning, but as he heard Cisco flirt for the upteenth time and you giggle at the man’s pitiful humor, Harry thought he was going to lose it.

His movements were sharp as he glared at his equation on the clear board, writing and rewriting as he tried to keep distracted. It was not working -- to put it lightly, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the loud smack that ran through the cortex followed by your yelp of surprise. The voice that followed had Harry seeing red.

“Damn girl! You fine!” Ralph’s voice filled the room, arm slinking back to his side from where he stood several feet away. “Name’s Ralph. New around here, but I gotta say, I like what I see,” he purred in what he believed to be a seductive tone.

Whipping around, Harry was ready to murder. “Out!” He snapped, point to the door. “Now!”

“Aw man, c’mon,” Ralph drawled, chuckling. Reading the room certainly hadn’t been taught to him as a child.

“If you value your ability to have children in the near future, I suggest you leave,” Harry growled out and, judging by the look on the brunette’s face, Ralph got the message loud and clear. Everyone grabbed their things in a flurry of movement, shuffling out of the room -- you included.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, a firm grip on your arm halting you in your steps. Several pitiful glances washed over you, but the glare in those pretty blues had them rushing out. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline leaving a soft tingle along your flesh. You were getting the reaction you wanted, hopefully the cookie would continue to crumble in your favor.

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry growled in your ear, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Oh? And what would that be?” you spoke with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“Don’t you dare,” He growled, shoving you back against a nearby desk. Hands gripped your hips and tugged you close, eyes free to rake over your body now. “Wearing this, letting them eye fuck you all day,” he hissed, anger growing as he replayed their looks in his mind.

Smirking you looked up at the scientist through thick lashes. “Yeah? What you gonna do about it....daddy?” you purred. Harry’s eyes dilated at the name and in a swift movement he slammed you face first into the desk. The sound of ripped fabric had you objecting only for a hard smack stealing your breath away.

“..H-Harry,” you gasped, jolting at the second smack that reddened your cheeks. They were sharp and painful, yet the heat was undeniable as it pooled in your center.

“That’s not my name,” he grunted, another smack raining down onto your backside. The moan that whimpered past your sweet lips was music to his ears, heart beat pounding in his chest. All he was was you, all he felt was you, and he was going to make damn sure you felt him.

Your knees were weak, lips parted with hard gasps and cheeks red by the time you were flipped, a hard kiss stealing your breath away. You gave in easily, arms linking around Harry’s neck as his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth. He tasted every inch of you as hands scoured your body. Fingers dipped into the cups of your top, tugging down with no concern for the shreds of fabric he left in his wake. Lips parted with a wet smack only for his mouth to wrap around a pert nipple, the moan that tore from your throat striking him right in his core.

Fingers dove into Harry’s wild hair, back arching high as he sucked harshly. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. “Fuck....Harry,” you groaned. Almost immediately he popped free, dragging you down the desk as his hand caught your throat.

“That’s. Not. My. Name,” Harry hissed against your lips, eyes low. “Say it right,” He grunted, hand gripping your jaw now as he forced your eyes to gaze into his. “Say it.”

“....Harry,” you smirked, reveling in the way he growled and shoved your head back. His hands fumbled as he tugged his belt off and shoved his jeans down. There was no care in the way he flipped you, dragging you back to his hips as he folded over your back.

“You have one more chance, doll,” he whispered low in your ear. It was your last chance for redemption. A chance you weren’t going to take.

“Or what....Harry?” you gasped, chest heaving as you gulped down much needed air. The growl in your ear sent pleasure straight to your core.

“Just know...this is your fault,” he warned, cock pressing into your wet folds. In one hard thrust he was hilt deep, the scream of pleasure igniting a fire inside of him. You were tight and wet and....god he loved being inside of you. Hissing softly, Harry dragged his hips back before snapping his hips forwards. There was no time to adjust as he set a relentless pace. Your moans echoed around the empty Cortex, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly they were turning white.

“What’s....uhn...my name?” Harry grunted, head lifting to gaze down at where the two of you connected, watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“Oh god....” you gasped, eyes fluttering as each thrust bounced you against the desk. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but you weren’t going to give Harry what he wanted. At least not yet. “H.....Harry,” you spoke with a soft gasp, knees weak as he growled. Fingers dove into your hair, wrapping around the strands as he tugged hard. Your back arched high, Harry’s free hand slamming down against your ass.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried out, knees buckling. Harry smirked behind you, repeating the action and reveling in the moans that filtered from your lips. They were so sinfully sweet. He couldn’t get enough.

“Say it again,” He rasped in your ear, his breathlessness making you whimper. He was so deliciously rough when he was riled up.

“...Yes daddy,” you whined, yelping at the sudden hard thrust. God it felt so good. So so good.

“You’re mine and no one else’s,” Harry huffed, hand releasing your hair. Arms wrapped around your middle as you felt his face tuck into the curve of your neck.

“Yours,” you mumbled incoherently as he thrust hard and fast. One arm braced you against the table, the other reaching back to comb through Harry’s hair, mewling as he hit a particularly sensitive place. “Daddy~!” you whined, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. “Right there,” You gasped.

“Okay baby,” Harry breathed, hand sliding down your curves to your hip to keep that angle. Your cries grew in volume as he abused that sensitive spot and soon you couldn’t hold back. “Daddy.....oh god....Daddy! Daddy I’m...oh!...oh god!....oh...fuck!...fuck!.....Daddy!” Head tossing back, your grip on Harry’s hair tightened as your walls clenched hard around his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you in waves, entire body trembling as you mewled Harry’s name.

His orgasm was right behind yours, cock twitching with each thick rope he coated your walls with. Hard thrusts slowed to a halt as the two of you slumped against the desk. Silence encompassed your tired forms as your hearts settled and breathing regulated.

“Babe?” you hummed, turning in what small space you were allowed.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbled, face still tucked (happily) in the curve of your neck.

“.....Can I borrow some clothes?” you asked softly, voice unable to breach a whisper.

“Oh now you want to be covered?” Harry quipped, peeking at you with a smirk in his eyes.

“Harry...” you whined, only to feel his chuckle rumbled against your back.

“From now on, that outfit is only for me to see,” he grumbled, partially serious as lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered softly, giggling at the way his eyes dilated at the name.

Yeah, Harrison Wells was going to hell....but at least he had you until then.

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naturalswifty89 · 6 years ago

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E2 Harry Wells x Reader Unrequited Love pt.1

It was about 9:00 pm, and you had been sitting in the cortex for a while now, your thoughts were running wild, and your heart felt like it was beating at the speed of light. You had made a promise, to Barry, Cisco, and yourself; that tonight was the night. The night that you would finally confess your feelings to Harry. You don’t know when it happened, but you had gradually, started to fall head over heals for the scientist. Everyone had gone home for the night, you and Harry were the only ones left. You had been trying to muster up the courage to talk to him, all day. Finally you had decided to just be brave, and tell him. It couldn’t end that badly could it? Rising from your chair, you turn towards the door, only to be greeted by the very man, you needed to see. Once you realized how close to you he was, you cheeks flushed a shade of pink. Awkwardly, you took a step back, and of course being the clumsy, nervous wreck you were, you had tripped over your own feet. You let out a small yelp, expecting the floor to greet you. But instead of the floor, you felt arms quickly catch you and pull you up again. Opening your eyes, you were face to face with Harry. “(Y/n), are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said. Somewhere between the words you had gotten lost in his eyes, those perfect blue eyes you loved so much. Your heart had seemed to take control, and acted upon its feelings. You leaned up quickly, and pressed your lips to his,only to have him pull away from you almost immediately. Your eyes flew open,and your hands covered your face in embarrassment. Harry looked at you wide eyed and shocked to say the least. “Har-Harry, I’m so so sorry.. I just..” before you could finish your sentence he spoke up “You just what?” He questioned feverishly, slightly raising his voice. You were scared as you answered him “i-i-i love you Harry… I love you.” You finish softly, as your head hangs, and tears threaten to fall. Not hearing a response, you look up at him. Only to see that his expression had softened, and his gaze was light. For a moment you had hope, that maybe, just maybe he felt the same way you had. But the thought was soon dashed as he spoke. “(Y/n), I’m sorry but, I- I don’t love you like that. You’re like family to me, I don’t have the same feelings as you do.” He says and tries to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. Trying to keep the tears from falling, you put on a fake smile. “Oh, uh.. it’s okay I get it. I’m sorry about all of this, it was a mistake, my mistake… I’m gonna, I’m just gonna go now. Have a good night Harry, sorry again for everything.” You stumbled over your words as your facade begins to crumble, and your voice breaks. You grab your coat, and bag, and quickly walk to the exit, letting the tears fall. He didn’t even try to stop you, and that hurt even more. You lay in bed, with music softly playing as you cry, ignoring the constant calls from Barry, and Cisco. All you could think about was how you could be so stupid, so naive as to think that he may love you back. I hope you guys like this one, I worked on it for a while now and I hope it’s good!! So leave me some suggestions or comments or whatever it really helps! Love you! ❤ -MG Once again this gif is not mine so credit to the creator!

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randomtwistedlife · 7 years ago

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Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells had been avoiding you and you were going to find out why.

Initially, you didn’t make much off the scientist trying to brush you off. He was usually like that with everyone. You assumed he was working on something to help Barry defeat Zoom and save his daughter. But when you realised you were the only he was ignoring you wanted to know why.

You were finally ready to tell him about your feelings for him and the man had to go put up another problem. Honestly, men were so complicated.

“Harrison Wells.” You stated as you entered the cortex and found him working alone.

“(Y/N). I would love to chat but I have to help Cisco with his glasses."he replied.

"Cisco has gone for his brother’s birthday.”

“Right. Then I’ll just go help Caitlin with the tests to find out how to help…” he continued.

“Caitlin’s gone with Cisco.” You cut him off.

He opened his mouth to make up another excuse but before he could you went off.

“Cut the crap, Wells. I know you’re avoiding me. I just want to know why. Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“What? No! No. Not at all.” He replied shaking his head no.

You raised your eyebrow in return.

“Okay. Yes.” He admitted. “ I heard you saying..uh.. what you were to HR that day. Your confession.”

“Oh.” Shit. So he was avoiding you because he didn’t want the awkwardness of him rejecting you looming over the whole team? You could feel your heart breaking.

He cleared his threat and continued, “I admit it made me feel…upset.”

You threw him a confused look.

“What I mean is that you could do better than HR. That’s all.” He cleared his throat again.

Oh. OH.

“So, you were jealous?” You smirked.

“Upset.” He corrected you.

You walked upto him so that your bodies were almost touching. You stood on your toes and put your hands on either side of his face.

“For the record, Harrison, that 'confession’ was for you.”

And then you kissed him.

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khayrrilrainxwells · 3 years ago

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Harry: Hey (Y/N)

(Y/N): Hey

Harry: whatcha doing?

(Y/N): Sitting in the cortex

Harry: Ok

(Y/N): How about you?

Harry: walking to the BBB

(Y/N): So texting me to look cool and avoid social contact?

Harry: Yep

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hillnerd · 2 years ago

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I'm not sure if this has been explored yet, but how do you picture an AU where, instead of Harry being the orphaned Chosen One, it was Ron? I've seen posts on what Harry's personality would be like if he weren't so traumatized from the get-go, and I'm wondering about how Ron's personality would change if he didn't have Molly and Arthur in his life (or even his siblings)! It's sort of a swap AU that I haven't really seen others discuss.

This one got away from me and I ended up writing a 3k AU ficlet!

I think a LOT of it would depend on who he grows up with instead.

Uncle Bilius or Aunt Muriel are the ones we know- but there might be other Weasleys he'd grow up with- but I can see Aunt Muriel feeling entitled to taking him. And Bilius (who I always pictured as dying from complications of alcoholism in the series) after losing his brother Arthur, Bilius sees this poor kid trapped with Muriel and decides to sober up so he can be there for Ron.

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Ron Weasley, the Boy Who Lived

“So I’ve performed a kingside castling. What do you do?” Uncle Bilius asked.

“I’m moving out my knight to F6,” Ron replied, watching as the piece moved into the place.

“Then I’m moving my queen to E2 to protect my bishop,” said Uncle Bilius, a smile on his scruffy face. “Congratulations, you’re setting up a Siberian Trap!”

Ron beamed. He loved it when Uncle Bilius would come over to their house. It was rare he had company aside from the random Weasley cousin— but they never wanted to stay around long since Aunt Muriel was a battle axe.

They continued and Ron quickly won the game. He wasn’t very good at remembering the names for the different strategies, but he was good at executing them.

“That was very good, Ron! You been reading that book I gave you?”

“Er… Not really,” Ron said with a sheepish shrug.

“Instinctively knew it? Fucking brilliant,” said the older man with a shake of his shaggy head. “You keep it up and you could be a World Champion.”

Ron’s face warmed at the compliment.

“Ronald!” came a piercing yell from the other room making both of them wince.

“Coming, Aunt Muriel!” he called back.

“Been having fun with your Uncle Bilius for too long?” Bilus asked with a rueful grin.

“Yeah…” Ron smiled before his face fell. “I think I have a piano lesson coming up.”

“Do you enjoy playing piano?”

He gave a shrug. “Not really.”

It’s not like his opinion on anything mattered. There were certain things he was supposed to do and so he did them.

Aunt Muriel would remind him quite often he had to live his life for everyone that had died— so that meant doing all the things they hadn’t and succeeding at them. He needed to be familiar with all the refined activities, do well in all his studies, be respectable and know the right people by name.

Ron was familiar enough with all the refined stuff. He did very well with his tutor, but that was mostly because Mr Lupin was a brilliant teacher and not because Ron was all that good of a student. As for respectability, it mostly came down to if his shoes were polished and his hair was combed right, if Aunt Muriel’s assessments had anything to do with it— and he was far sloppier than she liked and ‘far more Weasley than Prewitt!’ The right people tended to be blood-purist prigs from Bilius’s descriptions, and definitely didn’t include his Uncle Bilius. He never got to meet the right people, of course, because he never got to meet anyone.

Bilius walked him to Aunt Muriel who was seated at her usual high back chair. She was dressed up so that meant proper company was coming.

“Took you long enough!” Muriel said, tapping her cane in front of her with both hands.

“Ron’s really coming along with his chess!” Bilius told her patting Ron on the shoulder.

"Which has little to do with you, I'm sure, Bilius,” she said with an eye roll.

“Quite right! The lad’s a natural. He’s able to do all sorts of incredibly advanced strategies without even looking at the books we give him.”

“Imagine what he’d do if he ever sat down and actually read.”

“I read,” Ron answered.

She gave a particularly powerful glare.

“Comics don’t count!”

“I read real books!" he declared before quietly adding, "I just haven’t read the chess ones much.”

She rolled her eyes. She did that a lot when he spoke. She mostly wanted reports of what he’d accomplished that day. Anything else just seemed to annoy her.

“When you get to Hogwarts we’ll see how your lack of discipline goes without a firm hand to bring you to task.”

“Give him a break, Muriel,” Bilius said, hand still on Ron’s shoulder.

“Oh? Should we just let him be a idler like his—”

“You won’t be insulting Arthur, you old bag!” Bilius roared, standing taller to his full height, chest puffing up and sizable midsection nearly toppling Ron over. “He was one of the best men in this world. Just because he didn’t have old money like you he gets trashed, but he was smart and hard working and brave and Ron’s every inch like him.”

Ron didn’t know what to do when he was compared to his dad like this. Part of him liked it— liked thinking there was any connection to his dad besides his coloring and height. But came the sting that he’d never really know if it was true. For all he knew, Bilius was just saying it to tee Muriel off.

“Tea!” she declared, looking quite scandalized by Bilius’s impertinence.

No matter how often they butted heads nor how often she noted how awful Bilius was, she still let him come around for some reason. Ron didn’t care why, he was just happy to have any company at all.

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September first finally arrived, and with it excitement and dread. He wanted to do his family proud, he wanted to make friends, and he desperately wanted a chance to be away from Aunt Muriel… And then there was the ‘boy-who-lived’ bit of things.

It was easy to spot him— tall and gangling with freckles and bright red hair— the two times he’d been allowed out and about in Wizarding society he was inundated with random people wanting to shake his hand and pay respects and talk about his dead family. He’d awkwardly shake hands and say ‘thanks’ after old ladies would cry on him, saying how tragic it all was and how honored they were to meet him, which made zero sense because all he’d done is not die. He hadn’t done anything at all to do it either.

Bilius brought him to the station as Muriel had little interest in ‘finagling with teeming crowds of children and their overly emotional parents.’

“Got everything packed?”

“Yeah I think so,” said Ron, adjusting his shoulder bag and looking around the platform. Everyone else was surrounded by family.

Just down the way was a little boy around his age. He had messy black hair and was laughing as a little redheaded toddler with equally wild hair hung from his hand. Another pudgy blonde boy had a pair of parents hugging him and handing him a toad.

“Chin up, lad,” Bilius said, giving him a little cuff to the chin. “You’re gonna have a fine time! Meet some kids your own age, maybe blow up a cauldron or two, get to fly without Muriel chasing us with her cane.”

“Ye-eah,” Ron laughed, picturing the last time they’d taken his broom out and he’d accidentally snipped the top of her hedge with his broom.

Looking around to make sure no one saw, Ron put his arms around his Uncle’s full middle and gave him a hug which was firmly returned.

“Write me when you feel like it,” his Uncle said, a little hoarse.

“I will,” Ron told him earnestly. “See you at Christmas!”

Ron pushed his cart further down the train then realized he had to get his trunk on board and it might be a hair difficult. He turned around to ask for Bilius’s help, but his Uncle was already gone.

With a sigh, Ron started attempting to pull the trunk onto the train. He was strong, but it was awkward and not going well when his trainer slipped and he ended up arse-flat on the ground.

“Ron, are you alright?” came a familiar hoarse voice.

He looked up into the face of, “Mr Lupin! What’re you doing here?”

Mr Lupin was looking a bit shabby and tired, but otherwise in good spirits.

“I’m here to see my friend’s son off. He’s a first year, like you. I bet you two would like each other,” he said looking around himself. “Here, Harry! Come over, there’s someone I’d like you to meet!”

The same wild haired boy from before came running up.

“Harry, this is Ron. He’ll be in first year with you. He’s the boy I told you about.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said with a smile and a handshake. “Are you the one who’s so good at chess?”

Ron looked at Remus, surprised he’d been talked about enough for someone else to remember facts. “I’m pretty good, yeah.”

“If you have a set we can play it on the train ride there. My dad says it’s an awfully long ride.”

“I’ve got one,” Ron replied, patting his bag.

“Great! Let’s put you in with me, then,” said Harry, pulling out his wand. “I’ll help with your trunk.”

“Ah ah ah,” came a woman’s voice. She had long red hair and eyes just like Harry’s. She quickly lifted the wand from his hand. “No wand work until you’re on the train! How many times have I had to tell you?”

“Sorry, Mum,” said Harry, but he didn’t look all that sorry.

“He’s gotta get the practice in sometime, Lils,” a man who could only be Harry’s father said, toddler on his hip. He and Harry looked exactly alike, except for the green eyes.

“Yes, and that practice will be. On. The. Train,” Mrs Potter gritted out.

Mr Potter gave a besotted grin then waved his wand— with a Leviosa the trunk was put inside the train.

“Well, come and say goodbye,” Mrs Potter said, reaching out her arms towards her son.

Ron felt a pang as he saw Mr and Mrs Potter hugging their son, and the little toddler using this as an opportunity to grab Harry’s glasses.

“Reee,” she squealed, wilding waving them and nearly poking herself in the eye. The family all laughed and nuzzled her, and his parents looked so content. Had Ron’s parents been that happy? Had he grabbed glasses off of his brother’s face? Had his mother given him warm hugs and admonished the boys as they got up to no good? Had his father had a little mischief in his eye as he indulged them all?

Realizing he’d been staring for too long, Ron quickly boarded the train and found his seat.

Mr Lupin came into the compartment, and looked around with a smile. “These compartments haven’t changed at all.”

Ron gave a shrug and looked out the window at all the families, realizing he could still hear the Potters.

“Try not to get into too much trouble,” said Mrs Potter.

“At least, don’t get caught!” said Mr Potter. Mrs Potter let out a little groan but quickly they were all laughing. “And Harry, there’s something else. The boy you were just introduced to was Ron Weasley.”

“What?” Harry asked, voice high. “The Boy-Who—”

“The very same,” said his father sounding more serious. “He doesn’t need you making a big fuss about that or asking rude questions.”

“I wouldn’t do that!” Harry protested.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Mrs Potter assured him. “Just be kind. He’s not had it easy.”

Ron’s face steadily pinked up.

“Have a wonderful time at Hogwarts,” Lupin said, with a pat to Ron’s shoulder, clearly having heard everything too. His once-tutor moved with greater speed than Ron had ever seen off the train. He could hear Lupin’s voice loudly say, “Well, Harry! What house are you hoping to be in?”

Ron smiled, realizing Lupin had given him time to recover and sort himself before Harry got to the compartment.

As the train got going, one of Harry’s friends, Neville Longbottom joined them as well. He’d seen him with his toad on the platform.

“Where’s your toad at?” Ron asked, as he fiddled with his chess set, not wanting to force it on anyone.

“My — Oh no!” Neville moaned before giving a smile. “He’s always hopping off. My Uncle Algie gave him to me. Bit of a pest, really.”

Ron had never had a pet. He’d hoped Muriel would allow him an owl, but she’d pointed out he knew no one to correspond with besides her, so what was the point? Maybe he’d get an owl after he’d made friends. If he made friends, Ron hastily corrected.

“Let’s look for him,” Harry said, getting up.

Neville and Harry quickly strode into the corridor, leaving Ron holding his closed chess set.

“Ron, you coming?” Harry asked, poking his head into the compartment.

“Oh right!” Ron said, happy to be included. “What’s it named?”

“Trevor,” Neville sighed before calling the name down the corridor.

They’d been looking for a while when they saw a group of boys all in wizards robes blocking the corridor, backs to them. The one in the middle looked about their age and had bright blonde hair.

Probably a Malfoy Ron thought to himself.

The other two weren’t distinguishing to look at other than their pure bulk and resemblance to a pair of bodyguards. Both were as tall as Ron and nearly twice as wide.

Behind them came a wobbly high pitched voice saying, “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me pass!”

The boys gave a mocking laugh, and one of the bodyguards did a high pitched impression of the voice.

“Clearly, friendless and Muggleborn,” the blonde said with a derisive snort. “I mean, look at its clothes!”

Ron stepped forward, his fist clenching, but Harry burst ahead.

“Hey! What’re you doing, Malfoy?” Harry barked, marching over, his wand already drawn.

“Ohhh, if it isn’t Potty,” Malfoy said, turning around with a horrible sneer on his face. “I’m surprised they let you come to Hogwarts. I was pretty sure your Mudblood mum was going to keep you running around in the mud with Muggles.”

Ron and Neville both gasped at the horrible display of racism, but Harry was already letting a jinx out of his wand. One of the bodyguards around Malfoy managed to deflect the spell right into the person the group had been bullying; with a horrid squeal the little girl fell to the ground.

Draco’s wand was out, but Harry followed up the missed jinx with a punch. Neville joined him and soon the corridor was nothing but fists and swears.

Ron gave a good step on Malfoy’s head as he went to the crying girl on the ground.

“You okay?” he asked.

She had a pair of antlers growing from her bushy brown hair, and her teeth had turned into chipmunk teeth.

“I don’t know,” she whimpered, tentatively feeling the antlers. A few Prefects had come into the corridor and were pulling the boys apart.

“What are you blithering idiots thinking!” a burly Scottish Gryffindor Prefect said, pulling Harry off of Malfoy.

“He was bullying that girl, then he called my mum an M-word!” Harry snarled, aiming a kick at one of the bodyguards on the floor.

“Did he now?” the prefect said. “Well… Well, don’t fight in the corridors then.”

“Whaaad?” Malfoy cried out, blood gushing from his nose. “He hid me in the nose! He needs a dedenshun!”

“Aye, but it’s a bit early for that without you being even sorted into houses. Doesnae start the year well, ye ken?” he said, shaking his head and casting an Episkey on Malfoy and Neville who both had bloody noses. The prefect struggled with the girl’s antlers before giving up. “Now eff off to your compartments! I need to plan out my Quidditch team!”

“But- but I still have horns!” the girl squealed from behind her hands.

“And teeth,” Ron added.

She felt her teeth before flushing a deep radish color and her eyes becoming glossy. “No. Those were there to begin with.”

Ron went nearly the same color of radish as she. “Right. Erm, Harry— you know how to fix the antlers?”

Harry had just finished repairing his glasses and raised his wand. “Yeah. Mum always makes me learn the counterjinxes.”

She glared at Harry as he undid the spell and the antlers started to shrink.

“Might take a bit for those to go away entirely. And sorry about that. It was meant for Malfoy.”

“You’re not supposed to do spells in the corridor!” she said, poking her finger in Harry’s face.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Right. Ron, want to play chess?”

“Erm, sure. Yeah,” Ron said looking back to the bucktoothed girl. Malfoy had said she was friendless and Muggleborn. That couldn’t be an easy combination to start the year with. He knew what it was to be friendless. He’d been that his whole life. And his dad had always loved Muggles and Muggleborns according to Bilius. “Do you want to come with us? Play some chess?”

Harry gave him a look that clearly said not to do it. Ron ignored him.

“I would, but I found this toad,” she said, pulling a toad from her pocket. “I need to find its owner.”

“It’s Trevor!” Neville said, wiping the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand, then thrusting the bloody hand towards the girl. She shriveled with distaste at the bloody hand.

“I’ll get it.” Ron grabbed the toad and handed it to Neville. “We were looking for Neville’s toad when we ran into you.”

“Thanks for keeping him from being squished during the fight,” Neville beamed.

“So, you want to sit with us?” Ron asked the girl again. She looked at the unwelcoming Harry and bloody Neville, then at Ron, biting her lip.

“Alright,” she said, a small smile on her face, before thrusting her hand out. “I’m Hermione Granger.”

“I’m Ron. Ron Weasley,” he replied, shaking her hand.

“Are you really?” Neville asked as they went into the compartment. “I’ve read so much about you!” Hermione said, a broad grin on her face. “I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century!”

[END]

author's note So that was a fun little exploration.

Harry is much more forthright and prone to spell around as he's grown up with James Lily and Sirius all being so brilliant - and he's a bit more prone to speak his mind as he's more confident- so some more snark and lack of control on his part.

Ron is more shy and less prone to use his fists because he didn't grow up in a rowdy house- he's a bit less prone to speak his mind and more likely to sit back and observe. He's a much sadder Ron, and still insecure because he didn't get much socialization with peers- so he's a bit more patient and empathetic to Hermione.

Neville is much less shy and insecure- he's a bit more clueless and 'boyish' and confident- and just generally happier.

Also had Oliver Wood make an appearance as well as Remus.

Bilius was fun to write too

#Ron weasley #harry potter au #ron weasley the boy who lived #my writing #fan fic

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