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“One Of The Same” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Author’s note: this is some unpublished work I hadn’t posted before and I found it and I hope you all like it.

Warnings: SMUT. First person pov

Barry sped us through time, seeing various fragments of it in a second, trying to locate our destination. We made it to the day Hartley had attacked and according to Barry this was the perfect opportunity for us to find my doppelgänger first and knocked her out of the way. I had decided to come with him, neither Harry or i trusting that he could convince Thawne he was the Barry from his time. I had never met the man, only hearing stories about him when Barry felt like sharing enough information about him, but that gave me an advantage, a neutral ground to be of use or at least Harry seemed to think so.

We took care of my doppelgänger first before setting out to find the flash front his time, taking care of him was easy and once he was taken care of we made our way to Star labs. I had stolen a few pieces of clothes from my double to wear and blend in; I needed to be very careful with my words, I was not only still unfamiliar with the team, I was also not from this Earth, I could easily slip out and blow our cover.

Once inside the labs Barry set up to his mission, finding a way to get Wells or Thawne’s help with the speed equation; I was supposed to keep Caitlin and Cisco distracted enough to leave Wells alone long enough for Barry to figure out his plan. They were happily unaware of who I was, or better yet who I wasn’t, but time was running and Barry wasn’t back, the tranquilizer we had given our doubles would wear off in around 24 hrs.

Barry received a text from Iris, apparently she needed his help in some science business and even as I tried to pull him away and to focus on his mission, to him any Iris of any timelines would always be a priority and this was proven when he left me alone at the labs.

I had settle myself in an empty workshop while I waited for Barry to return, trying to stay out of the way hoping I wouldn’t have to see him, I hadn’t encountered him yet and I was thankful for it, I didn’t know anything about the man, I didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with my doppelgänger, according to Barry she was always kind to him but they never seemed to speak more than a few words at a time.

As I flipped through some pages pretending to look occupied, the faint sound of a wheelchair motor caught my attention, the moment I turned around my eyes met his, those blue ocean eyes that always seemed to be fighting against a storm; there he was sitting right under the doorframe, his eyes were cold, calculations and so intimidating I felt myself shrink down in fear. I offered him a kind smile, trying to remain professional; he only stared at me, his eyes studying me as he crooked an eyebrow. I didn’t know what game he was playing at but when it came to him I couldn’t risk anything slipping out of my mouth. Any detail for insignificant that it looked was a vital part of information to him.

“Is there anything you need Dr. Wells?” I softly asked, hoping to appease him, he seemed predatory, like a beast about to attack his prey and I found myself completely lost. He had me at his mercy, I was alone, Caitlin and Cisco had left for the day.

“We are leaving” he announced. Panic settled over me as I glanced at the clock, it read a little after 6 pm, Barry wasn’t back and I didn’t have any idea as to where he was taking me.

“I have to finish this papers before leaving.” I tried to dissuade him but he was set on. He hadn’t asked me, he had informed me that we were leaving.

He gripped the armrest of the chair, looking like an animal about to hunt down his pray. Slowly he got to his feet, my eyes momentarily widened in shock, faster than I could process his hand snapped to my arm, harshly grabbing it before yanking me to him, I hissed at the pain and stared at him like a deer about to be hit by a truck, his eyes softened for second along with his hand before he hardened his grip again and turned me, my side burying into his chest.

Eobard saw the panic running behind my eyes, my hand pushing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us, but he only gripped my arm tighter.

“Stay still” he growled before turning us both around and speeding us out of the lab.

Once I opened my eyes I noticed he had taken us to what I could only assume was his house, it radiated a strange sense of home, a certain peace to it, completely opposite to the man receding in it.

He let go of my arm, walking forward towards the marble island adorning the main area of the kitchen, he grabbed a drink, smelling the alcohol before taking a gulp. He sat the glass down, placing both of his hands in the counter far away from each other. He seemed stress, he seemed miserable, making a pinch of sadness settle on my insides.

I walked a little further inside the house, moving closer to him. I could see him looking at me through the corner of his eye, studying my movements and reactions, making me wonder why I was here. I moved closer to him and his eyes scanned my face as he turned around completely. Our eyes connected and I could see the pain and longing behind them, he was lonely, he was desperate to return to his time, to return home. His eyes started down at me so lovingly, it was almost imperceptible but I could see it behind all the walls he kept himself hidden behind, I wondered what kind of relationship they had, if they had any, or was this just a one sided thing were he miserably kept me near him just because I knew his secret or because it was the perfect excuse to have some company, the ache in his eyes somehow holding me in place.

I knew I was supposed to hate him, but I couldn’t, this man in this moment in time hadn’t done anything yet to make me personally hate him he wasn’t my enemy. He was only the reminder of a man I had once loved, a different version from another Earth, they were so similar yet so different.

His eyes followed my every movement as my hand reached to his arm, carefully trying to coax him closer. This was a fragment of time that would stay hidden forever, it wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t affect anyone. It would be a secret only this walls would know.

He kept studying me, trying to decipher what exactly I was doing and I wondered that myself as my hand moved to his face, he closed his eyes at the contact of the flat of my hand against his cheek. I could feel the way the air escaped his lungs, the way he gripped the edge of the counter top, trying to control whatever urges had taken over him, I had forgotten what I was doing here or what I was supposed to do, my every thought had been consumed by Eobard Thawne, this broken man who was hiding behind the façade of intimidation. I wondered when was the last time someone had touched him, the last time someone had been kind to him.

In a split second he had turned us around, trapping me in between the counter and himself, his hands gripping at my hips as his eyes burned into mine. I slid my hand down towards his neck, pulling him forward enough to ghost my lips over his, I could hear him suck in a breath, swallowing hard as his nose brushed mine and he felt as if he was about to melt under my touch. My lips brushed his, parting slightly to feel the edge of his; his hand tightened, squeezing me while he moved forward, finally closing the space in between us, his other hand moved up my arm, in between my shoulder blades until they reached my hair and his fingers tangled themselves in it with a grip hard enough to make my neck crane back and my mouth part open for him. His tongue darted past my lips, in a way that seemed to needy for someone like him, he licked every part of my mouth, making his personal mission to learn the taste of me; running the flat of his tongue once more in an unflinchingly broad stroke against mine he pulled away, leaving me breathless for a moment before his lips pecked at my bottom one, grabbing it softly in between his.

My eyes remained close as I turned my face, leaving an open access for his lips to run along my jawline until the reached my neck. His teeth sinking down on the skin, making me moan and sight at the feeling, he sucked in, leaving a mark before running his tongue over the skin in an apologetic manner. His hand moved under my shirt, caressing the skin softly, rubbing small circles with his thumbs before moving up my waist, his open hands settling in the middle to wrap me and keep me in place. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling it hard enough to make him growl before he bit down on my neck harder as a punishment making my back arch into his touch.

One of his hands moved over my back, gripping at the skin so desperately that it made me think he hadn’t had any physical contact of this kind in years. He gripped the bottom of my shirt, lifting over my head, I bit my lip as he just looked at me, his hand softly settling on my cheek as he brought me closer once more and kissed me as if his life depended on it. A hint of jealousy hit me when I realized he wasn’t thinking about me, he was thinking about her and even if there was no difference to the eye it still made some kind of rage settle in me to prove myself I could make him forget the touch of anyone else and remember me until the end of his days.

I moved my hand under his black sweater, touching the skin of his abdomen and feeling the muscles contract at my touch, the hand on my neck grew tighter as he breathed in at the contact. I circle them around his middle, successfully trapping him in my embrace while he kissed me,. Deciding I needed more than this I lifted his shirt over his head, aching to feel his skin against mine, I moved to unclip my bra before pulling him down to kiss him once more. This new bravery had taken him by surprise, distracting him for a second, getting a hold of himself again he held me and in a second he speeded us both to his bedroom, laying me down in a plush soft duvet. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me in a predatory way, a smirk showing a row of suddenly very sharp teeth planted on his face.

He lowered himself in between my legs, hiding his face on my neck, I could feel the way he inhaled my scent, trying to burn it in his mind and the way his tongue ran flat over my skin, making me throw my head back and tangled fingers in his hair.

“I have wanted you for so long, I have been watching you for so long and now you are finally here” he whispered in a moment of weakness, making me feel incredibly guilty, I was stealing this moment from him, I was giving him a false promise of an intangible gift he so desperately needed.

“I know is not you, I know he brought you with him but I will take what I can get.” He felt the way I tended under him at his words, running his tongue over my neck in an attempt to relax me. I should have known better, he was too smart of course he had figured it out, but he was willing to give a blind eye.

His hand moved down my middle to my thigh as he pressed himself harder down onto me, caging me when he moved his arms to either side of my head, his mouth colliding with mine as he opened it and his tongue explored mine. God he was so needy but I loved it. I loved the way this big bad man was coming undone under my touch.

His hand moved down to the button of my pants, opening them before pulling them down at inhuman speed. His fingers digging into my skin as my hands traveled down his torso until they reached his pants, undoing them before he got himself out of them.

I wrapped my legs over his middle and pushed him to the side, successfully flipping us and leaving me on top of him. I couldn’t hold myself at the way his eyes looked at me, so desperately needing my touch, he was silently begging for affection and it made him seem so much more human, how many lonely nights, desperate moments and dark days did he spend alone? He was human after all.

I sat on his thighs, wrapping my fingers around his cock and the moment he felt my hand around him he snaked his arms around me, hiding his face on my chest as I stroked him, he could hear the faint growls and grunts escaping him, loving the way his tip leaked with precum as I drew him closer to the edge. He momentarily buzzed and the vibration from his thigh sent a shock of pleasure stray to my core, making a moan escape me.

His lips moved over my breast, trailing open mouth kisses over them before he decided he had had enough of my teasing and moved his hands to squeeze my ass before lifting my up and yanking my underwear out of the way. He moved me over him and I grinded my entrance over his cock before sinking down slowly onto him, hitting my lip at the amazing pressure that came with fitting all of him inside. His hands took a bruising grip on my sides, holding me while simultaneously guiding my down and giving me a moment to adjust to him. He kissed my neck, running one hand down my back to rest on the curve of my ass while the other tangled itself on my hair.

Moving my hips I started to move, setting a slow pace, wanting to drag this out as long as possible, my hands settled on his chest, giving me some balance to ride him. It was delicious, the way every inch of him stretched me out, how the tip of his cock dragged against my walls, hitting that amazing spot inside everytime I moved up to the tip before sinking down again completely. He was getting desperate, his hand gripping my ass moving my body up and down faster while his hips snapped up to meet mine, he was in control even when he allowed me to pretend I could tame him.

In a particularly harsh thrust he grunted when my eyes closed and my back arched in his arms, he had taken over, guiding my hips to snap against his faster and harder, making sure to hit my core everytime, bringing me over the edge faster and faster, he was close too, I could feel it in the way his throat tightened around a swallow and his eyes unfocused completely for a second. He was holding back until I was done for and the thought of him being so kind sent the knot in my stomach loose as I tightened around him, making him groan and speed up his movements to meet mine in the middle, I could feel him falter as his movements got sloppy, feeling his cock throb inside as he came.

He held me in his arms for what seemed to be hours but where only a few minutes before laying me down and wrapping himself around me, he knew this moment would be gone tomorrow, when me and Barry left, but he wanted to savor every second of my presence for as long as he had me, forgetting for a night that there was life outside of this moment.

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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader Ballistic Confrontations (1/3)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif belongs to me!

Yes, I’m alive.

*TW: mentions of suicide, drowning, and cutting. Along with Eobard being a dramatic bitch*

Word Count: 3184

Part 2   Part 3

Felicity deadpanned with Harry beside her on one of the Cortex monitors. She had glanced to all her friends. “The bottom line is that we have to catch these parallel-earth goose-steppers.” Everyone was well aware of her dislike towards Nazi’s. The things they had done on this earth to her ancestors and to people like her. Utterly Disgusting.  

“This might help,” Barry stepped in, holding up a blood-stained arrow.

“Is that a kryptonite arrow?” Kara’s sister, Alex, unfurled her arms as she gently took the lethal arrow away from him.

“Yup,” Barry responded with a sigh, hands at his hips while the others rounded together. He felt exhausted from chasing around Eobard while Kara and Oliver dealt with their doppelgangers. Years later and he still wasn’t fast enough to stop the yellow speedster.

“I know I shouldn't have to ask this question, but I have to ask this question.” Felicity interjected with quick words; worry seeded in her chest. “Oliver didn't shoot Kara, did he?”

“Sort of,” Barry replied, further clarifying with a face. The days just keep getting worse and worse with these parallel-dimension-hoppers. “The other Archer and flying woman are Oliver and Kara of Earth-X.”

“When you said that Earth-X was horrible,” Caitlin glanced back at Harry, who had raised a hand in mock defeat, “you might have undersold it.”

“Wait a minute. How- how could there be another Kara?” Alex was thoroughly confused; she was still new to the concept of parallel earths doppelgangers.

“Well, there are 53 Karas, just like there's 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths.” Harry explained simply.

“And the Thawne from our earth is working with them.” Barry gave a look, clearly annoyed at the fact that Thawne was back. Again. Thawne coming back due to time travel and the Speedforce were already giving him a headache just thinking about it all over again.

Caitlin just gave Barry an incredulous look. “He's an idiot.” Harry plainly stated.

Felicity already was thinking up of ways to track them down. “Ok, if that arrow has not-so-Supergirl's blood on it, we c—"

“We could track it using quantum analysis.” Harry cut her off, but she just nodded at his words.

“We could.”

***___***

“Harry, Cait, Iris,” Barry unfurled his arms and gestured to them with his head for a sidebar. The others were busy with Alex in isolating the city for Kara-X’s radioactive blood signatures. Felicity’s specialty. After all, she was able to track a deranged killer with just his face cream. “Whatever happens, (Y/N) can’t know Thawne’s here.” Both scientists gave odd looks to each other at the speedster’s words.

“Barry she’s going to find out one way or another, she’s part of this team too,” Iris voiced, side-glancing the door as if you’d step in at any moment.

“If he’s working with them, she has the right to know.” Caitlin added. “She should know what to expect.”

“Allen, unless you decide to lock her up in the pipeline until this is all over, she’ll find out.” Harry said. “You can’t possibly hide this from her forever.” The genius scientist hinted at the fact that when Barry had run back in time last year, Thawne had been the one to ‘fix’ things when really, he had altered the timeline. A timeline created to suits him and his plans. Even going as far to tell Barry that this was how the timeline was supposed to be before Thawne had caused the alteration when he had time-traveled back to kill Nora and escalated into what is now Team Flash. Three different timelines had been created, but this one, according to Thawne, is how the original one should have been. Just with a few… absences… Like Eddie and Ronnie. Barry had never mentioned any of this to you or the fact that Thawne had ended up escaping him that night. The scarlet speedster did not want you looking for the man in the yellow suit. But it seems that fate’s not on Barry’s side this time.

“Harry, I can’t have her chasing after him. Not with all this going on,” Barry protested. “One maniacal problem at a time.”

“Whether she does or doesn’t is up to her, Allen. You’re not a god.” Harry pursed his lips before heading to the side lab.

Barry ran his tongue over his lips tightly, frowning deeply at the echoed words. He didn’t need this right now. Those words stung the speedster, mainly with the aftermath of his time remnant – Savitar - claiming god-hood, wanting to alter everything and anything in his way to stay alive. Even to kill the love of his life. Jay Garrick told him that when he ran back to this timeline a year ago. ‘We’re not gods, Barry.’

How did Wells know about that? Maybe he didn’t. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that time-traveling powers shouldn’t be abused like that. Yet… Thawne always gets away with it. He gets away with barely a scratch. I can be one step ahead, but he’ll be 15 steps further.

Caitlin gave her friend a sympathetic look, exchanging one with Iris. Alex and Felicity were still present in the room, but too preocuppied with their blood sample. Barry’s intentions made sense, but it was your decision whether to chase after Thawne or not. It’s your choice on whether you’d even side with him for this battle.

***___***

You had stood right outside the Cortex in the corridor, your feet stopped when you heard Barry announce that “Thawne is working with them”. Your heart got caught in your chest. Eobard was here. He was back. But why in the hell would he ever work with Nazis? Nazis? Seriously Eo??? What the absolute fuck? You knew Eobard never had a tolerance for people like that. People like Eiling or Stagg, who would “poke fun” at those with disabilities, even if he had feigned his inability to walk in the end. People who would intentionally use their status to torture others. It just goes to show how people with that kind of caliber would think. So why this sudden change? Not ‘why now’. No, why at all?? How could he have stooped so low? That idiot. Unacceptable.

But what ached the most was Barry’s words. He doesn’t trust me… Even after all these years. Your heart shook and eyes narrowed as your eyes peered at the light being cast from the Cortex. You took in a breath. Taking a quiet step back, your feet carried you to one of the higher levels of STAR Labs- one of the tower levels. Your quiet place of refuge when this had gotten too much, whether it was because the shadows kept you safe from judgment or not, you didn’t know. If he wants to act like that, then two can play this game, Bartholomew Henry Allen. You looked out onto the city, subconscious scanning every light – every street. Lights winked in and out, the night progressing as the city remained unaware of the new monsters it currently hid. But what am I going to do?

***___***

Iris rubbed her eyes before taking a step closer to her almost-husband. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I can’t have (Y/N) fighting with us. Not now. Not in this battle.” Not when he’s lurking around.

“Why?”

“You know why? Thawne’s out there. Running, scheming.”

“So, you don’t trust her.” It was more of a statement rather than a question.

“Iris, she knew what he did to my mom. Lied to us about it for months back then and still chose Thawne when we locked him up. What makes this time different?”

“Barry, while all those sound like good points, first and foremost she’s our friend.” The speedster just shook his head, Iris huffed, “Look, it’s been -what?- 3? 4 years? Since she’d last been with him? Things have changed. You think after everything we��ve been through; she’ll throw that all away?”

“Yes! Old feelings come back; they always do and she’s going to get her revenge.”

“How do you know that? How do you know that she wants revenge?”

“Thawne will coax it out of her. He’s good at manipulating a person’s feelings.”

“And what would she get in the end?”

Barry didn’t answer her, instead he wrung his hands together.

“Barr, if she had wanted revenge, she would have done so already after the incident. But she didn’t. (Y/N) was depressed after Thawne was erased. Vulnerable. The love of her life was gone, just like that. Don’t you remember? How she wanted to end it all, but we stopped her.” Barry’s eyes flickered to the ground, remember the sight he had seen. Drowning. You were purposefully drowning yourself in your tub. The way your looked back at him- lifeless- when he had gotten you back to your senses. The blood the dripped, your cold skin. The monitor beeping every so often in the Cortex. Iris’ own mind shifted to when she had seen the scars littered on your arms when Caitlin had fully examined you. Your dull hair and gaunt face, nothing like the brilliant fire that rang through you months prior to Eobard’s erasure. “We helped her work through it when we found out. Caitlin and I looked after (Y/N) every second of the day until she was ready to get back on her two feet. And then Zoom happened and he was breaking you. Breaking your bones and your spirit- when you broke your back, she was all-hands-on-deck to step in and help in your place while still dealing with her own issues.”

“I know, it’s just- something just tells me otherwise with Thawne here.”

“Barry-”

“-She’s going to choose him, Iris. Nothing will change that. To her, everything we’ve been through until this point won’t mean anything. Not when Thawne’s at the end of the tunnel waiting for her. She’s going to choose him and help him.”

“But what if she doesn’t? What then, Barr?”

Barry just shrugged. “I-I don’t know, but I can’t take any chances. Not this time.” I can’t hesitate with Thawne here. One misstep and that’ll be all he needs to make his move.

Iris reached out to her fiancé, gently caressing his cheek. She knew that he won’t change his mind, no matter the reasons she could come up with. Barry thought in absolutes when it comes to Thawne. And your past emotional ties with the evil speedster only further drove his current mistrust. “Come on, we have to help the others.”

***___***

You threw the ball against the concrete wall opposite to you, all your strength forced into it. The stress ball ricocheted back to where you sat. You caught it with ease, giving it a firm squeeze as your eyes shut.

“How could you betray us? We were your friends, your family!-”

“You are-”

“We stood by you!”

“I just-”

“-Just what!? He took everything from me!”

You cringed at the voice from years past. Breathe in, breathe out.

“You’re just as guilty as him. No wonder, like calls to like.”

“I-”

“I don’t want your excuses.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

“I hope you rot with him.”

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Swallowing harshly, you did your breathing exercises to push Barry’s cold voice away. You had stolen the malleable ball from Harry- or rather, he had allowed you to take it from him. It was an unused gift from the others for Harry to deal with his anger issues. Instead of throwing beakers and graduated cylinders off desks, the Earth-2 scientist can simply channel his anger into this stress ball… Which had been a hard pass for him. Rather he preferred his method of anger outbursts, even if he did end up hurting himself in the process. So you put it to use instead; a tool for simple meditation, as well as the redirecting your certain senses. It’s made of rubber polymer so your electrokinesis didn’t harm your new toy in any way.

Your eyes lingered back onto the city, your arm hanging over your bent leg while your other remained outstretched. No good in hiding up here forever, it’ll make things more suspicious. Not like Barry isn’t suspecting anything anyway. But you had needed time to think, to collect your thoughts and assess what actions you would take. You touched the necklace Eobard had made for you in rich gold- a Columba. It’s a constellation signifying the dove in astrology as he always called you his little birdy. But also, because gave him a sense of peace which the dove has generally symbolized fore. A finger ran over the one of the six diamonds that twinkled for the constellation, connected to each by a trail of gold. Eobard. Licking your lips, you got up, you pocketed your ball and brushed any dust particle from your leggings.

Upon entering the Cortex, a group of heroes left: Oliver, Kara, Barry, Sara, and so on. Barry had shoved past you, your eyes meeting briefly as you raised an eyebrow. His expression was guarded, but you said nothing.

“I’m guessing they’re going on a little midnight excursion?” You turned to Felicity and Iris with a thumb pointing in their direction. Mick was nowhere to be found so you can assume he’s already raided the lounge fridge. Caitlin had already prepped the med bay for incoming injuries, which isn’t an uncommon expectation, but wasn’t in the Cortex.

“Ding ding ding, you’re correct,” Felicity piped up, typing away at her computer screen. She was already hacking into cameras around the warehouse as the inside had ones out of commission. “The remaining Legends are to be on standby, should something happen during the warehouse fight. Per Sara’s orders.” At least Felicity isn’t treating you any differently, especially with how close she is to Barry. He probably told her to.

“And we’re going to be…?” You raised an eyebrow, a bit offended no one decided to volunteer you for the fight. You wanted to kick some Nazi ass too. Fry those fuckers. Guess Barry told them all to not trust me. Great, thanks Barr. Bitterness welled up inside but didn’t show it. Felicity and Iris aren’t the ones to be at odds with. Maybe it’s a good thing if Eo’s there. Barry would have his eyes all over your interaction with him.

“Just doing some monitoring and staying on comms. The usual Overwatch stuff,” Felicity smiled up at you then quickly turned to her tech. You could tell that her mind was wondering. About what? You had no clue and decided it’d be best to not involve yourself should things go sour if you did and Barry would find a reason to blame you.

No, this reunion needed to be on the downlow. One away from prying eyes. Your eyes drifted to Iris’ back in a subtle manner before pulling out your phone to check the time.

“Where’s Harry?” You asked, if anything he was one of the people who hadn’t seen you for just your past. Didn’t care for it as Zoom terror and Jesse’s rescue were more pressing matters. And you had seen him for more than a doppelganger to Eobard, even if their tendencies and bristliness seemed similar. Harry was Harry and Eobard was Eobard. Both were their own men, it wasn’t that hard to see and understand. He had done his own share of horrors and dark deeds for Jesse that Harry was dealing with his own darkness, while your demons haunted you. In an odd way, you both understood one another. Begrudgingly at first, though. Plus, you needed to return the stress ball back to him, thinking he’d need it now with Thawne around. If anything, you found it funny how Harry got mad when people would call Thawne a Wells. The Wells doppelganger would spectacularly blow up, which was always a site to see. Though you were hoping the two would never meet. You chewed on the inside of your cheek on how that interaction could possibly go. Would you-

“He’s probably back in his lab,” Iris spoke up from the other side of the Cortex, padding up to you. You nodded at her, mind drifting once more as you strolling to the Cortex exit. Harry could hold his own, but up against Eo, with all his speed… You’d choose-

“Hey,” Iris stopped you, snapping you out of your thoughts and placing a hand on your arm. You blinked. A small smile was woven on her face, one of those comforting smiles that said that you can come to her for anything… But could you?

“Hey,” you returned it, feigning any indication that you had overheard what Barry had said earlier. Schooling your features, you calmed your nerves. I’ve done this before. Pretended not to know. I can do it again. I can’t trust no one, and it seems like no one can trust me. I’ll be the actress again in this drama, spun by Barry this time.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure”

Iris was perceptive, she didn’t miss the slight strain in your voice. The guarded look that the young journalist had become accustomed to receiving when approaching you. There were times where she’d realize you were walking on eggshells with her. Because of Barry. Because of the serrated words he had thrown at you like knives all those times ago. But there were times where all was well with the world, the past forgotten and the strength of your friendship with the team more prominent than ever.  Then again, having Nazi’s return and who are hell bent on ruling this Earth by eradicating its heroes then move on to the next Earth in the multiverse does tend to throw tension into the air. Iris bit her lip. Especially if she doesn’t know about Thawne.

“(Y/N), look there’s… there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“…”

“Iris, is something wrong? Are you ok?”

She noted sincerity on your face. “Thawne’s here.”

You pursed your lips, internally confused. “Iris-”

“And he’s fighting with the Earth-Xers.”

“I… what?!” Your rage was not false. Sure you knew about it earlier, but now it was necessary to unleash it. It’d make your surprise all the more legit.

“I needed you to know,” Iris swallowed.

“How?”

“When Barry, Oliver, and Kara intercepted their heist.”

“…” It was your turn to be silent. You knew, but you had to play a little longer until you could leave.

“I trust you, ok?”

“But” You knew there was a ‘but’. There always is one. Iris blinked, opening her mouth a few times then looking away before meeting your gaze once more.

“But I need to know you’re with us on this.”

Your eyes never left hers, your hand was held in both of hers. Before you could even respond an alarm had gone off. Both your necks snapped to Felicity, who snapped up from her sitting position.

“That was the corridor alarm.” Fear crippled its way in the air. “This is a setup.”

[ocybubueowells]

Science experiments (EoWells x Daughter!Reader)

Note: Hi! Hope you’re doing well! I wrote this fanfiction 4 months ago and I thought sharing it would be a great idea! I’m sorry if it has mistakes  The thoughts of the characters are in italic.

Words: 650+

Warning: reader slightly hurt

GIF NOT MINE

Hope you like it!

3rd's POV:

"Wake up, (Y/N). Time to go."

Eobard Thawne stole the real Harrison Wells' body eight years ago. But he discovered - too late - that Harrison and Tess Morgan had a child, you. Eobard tried to kill you, but Harrison's love was too big. Eobard couldn't. Then Eo learned to know and love you over the years. You aren't just Harrison Wells' and Tess Morgan's child, you're HIS child. He's overprotective he loves you and doesn't want to betray you. Going back to his time without you will break his heart.

"Hey, what I've just told you? I don't want to be late at work," he says, putting the blanket away.

"Please, let me sleep, Dad" you mumble.

"Dad. What a beautiful word." Eobard stops dreaming.

"You'll sleep in my office," he protests, throwing dark pants and a blue t-shirt to you. "Your breakfast is ready and don't forget to brush your teeth." He checks his watch. "We only have half an hour. Please, hurry up!"

You're ready in time and you and your father go to S.T.A.R. Labs. He doesn't want you to go to school. He is too scared of you being bully by other children. Every day, Eobard gives you exercises and lessons. When he has to work, you are doing your science experiments. He is proud of you but hates when you get hurt. 

Being bored in his office, you find matches, chemicals, and a cardboard box. You put the chemicals on the cardboard box and finally put a match on fire. 

"How many times will take the chemicals to react? What will be the reaction?" you think.

The last thing you hear is BOUM.

Eobard's POV:

I hear a loud sound and it came from my office. (Y/N) is there. I tell Hartley I will come back soon and I run in the stair of the building. I am imaging the worst. "Is (she/he) hurt? Will I have the time to save (her/him)? Is (she/he) d- No, don't think about it. DON'T." 

I see (Y/N) unconscious on the floor. A cardboard box burned, and (she/he) is hurt. I panic, "What should I do?"

"Caitlin! I need your help right now! (Y/N) is hurt and unconscious!" I shout.

I carry (Y/N) in my arms, and Caitlin prepares a bed. During some minutes, Caitlin puts a bandage on (Y/N)'s arm. She then turns to me, wearing an assured smile, "Don't worry, Dr. Wells. (Y/N)'ll be fine and needs some rest." She puts her hand on my shoulder.

I thank her and decide to stay with my child. "All will be fine," I say to myself. I fell tears run on my cheeks and don't try to contain them.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I wake up in a bed in S.T.A.R. Labs. I feel a headache and see a bandage on my arm. Suddenly, I remember what happened earlier. "I was such an idiot!" I see my father near me, asleep in a chair. He seems so tense, so worried. As I sit up, He suddenly wakes up, ready to fight against whatever would come.

"How are you? Do you have problems breathing or moving? Do you have a headache? Are you still tired?" he asked, grabbing my shoulders with worried eyes.

"Dad, I'm fine. Thanks. I am just a bit tired and have a little headache. Don't worry," I take him in a hug.

We stay in each other's arms some minutes and pull away. He sits on the bed, next to me. 

"I know you're sorry," My father's voice cracks. "Just, please... Please (Y/N) don't do that again. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you," he whispers, containing his upcoming tears.

"I love you too," I reply. I kiss his cheek, which makes him laugh. "May I sleep again?"

He nods and keeps his hand with mine, "And when you'll wake up, I promise I'll bring you the biggest amount of Big Belly Burger food we've ever had. Then we'll eat it together," he winks and kisses my forehead.

[theyanderespecialist]

Sharing Speedsters 1 (One Shot) Barry Allen X OC X Eobard Thawne (The Flash)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with my co author and this is with Barry Allen X OC Marie X Eobard Thawne (Which he will look like wells which is more daddish for reasons >:3) Smut One Shot Requested Anonymously to my co author. We hope you enjoy this chapter!]

(Marie's POV)

I was trying to hid, two speedsters have been hunting me down for years. I had to run and his and I make my way back to my apartment and there I see both Eobard and Barry in my living room.

"W-What... h-how the hell.. what are. ." I could barely talk as I backed up, nearly falling

"We decided to work together and this time we are not letting you go." Eobard says. (Readers Eobard kept Harrison looks for reasons Just a heads up)

(Probably couldn't have the energy to chase me around and use the energy to become himself again)

(XD Yeah)

I was so confused, I didn't understand why they were chasing me in the first place. It started when I was kidnapped by some criminal as a hostage, the flash having saved me, and saving me every time I needed it, eventually he revealed his identity as my friend Barry, but he started acting weird, he was slightly possessive... Then Eobard the enemy of Barry started to stalk me, I caught him in my house more than once, he spanked me when he deemed I was a bad girl. His words not mine. So I am so confused.

(Uh very confusing as to why he didn't kill me bit probably super painful)

(probably)

(More so painful to my pride)

(XD yeah XD)

"I don't understand.." I said as I backed up scared. Was I going to be killed?

"Do not worry." Barry says. "We will never hurt you."

"What we want is something else." Eobard says slamming the door shut.

She tenses and soon is picked up by Barry and he is running somewhere at the speed of light.

(I like.to imagine he did just leave to get rid of eobard But failed xD)

(XD Pretty much XD)

I found myself in his room as my face turned red. Did he just..ditch eobard?

"I don't want him to get his hands on you. Marie you don't understand how much I love you, every time I look at you my heart aches. I want you to be happy, every smile just makes me feel like no matter how shitty my day is, I could smile back."

I looked at him and suddenly he kisses me and I kiss back and he wraps his arms around my waist. I wasn't as scared if him..if anything I was attracted to him. We were close in age, childhood friends actually, he was just so sweet..)

(Close in age....something eobard even in wells body, he won't achieve which works for his whole daddy need)

(XD YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

I tangle my fingers in his hair before I hear the door slam open and I pull away to see Eobard and he was seething. Or at least I think he was bit the mask hid it. I was suddenly pulled back into another kiss by Barry although he seemed nervous. I kiss him back blushing hard as I kiss him. I was a little scared, not only kissing Barry but doing it in front of a very angry eobard, however my attention was quickly drawn to the hand I felt on my breast. Barry started to massage my breasts and I moaned as she does so my chest always been sensitive. And I had noticed his staring when he thought I didn't notice..

(Barrys pov)

I smile and took her shirt of with seed and her bra and then take a nipple in my mouth vibrating around it. She let out a cry of a moan as her head tilted back.

"B-Barry stop-- y-you have to stop~" she panted out but I wasn't listening. "Barry you dont -mmm understand I--" she stopped just as I felt something enter my mouth. A liquid.

I moaned at the sweet vanilla taste and began to suck more vigorously. She let out a moan as her eyes rolled back as I continued as she gripped the sheets before she let one hand stroke my hair. I moaned loving the praise it gave and started to move my fingers to her core.

"B-Barry~" she moaned as it only spurred me on, I almost forgot Eobard was there

I groaned and kissed her pulling her close as I vibrate her clit with a vibrating finger.

"OH God Barry~ Y-You're making me feel so good Barry~"

I smirked and shove a finger in her and she cums hard on my vibrating fingers convulsing

She moaned as I didn't take it out as she looked at me, her words just causing my heart to beat faster than what it already was.

"Such a good boy Barry. ..for mommy."

I blushed darkly and kissed her deeply. God she is so good to me~ I know that she knew of my kink, I know because I had told her of it. She didn't judge me for it. Her hands grabbed my face as she kissed back, she was just so sweet about all this.

(And eobard is getting jealous. XD)

I felt her suddenly grab onto my suit as she tore it, specifically my crotch as she looked at me, her eyes focused on me as she pushed me down on the bed so that I was sitting on the edge as she kneeled in front of me as her breasts rested on my knees as she pulled me down into a Toss as she spread my legs as I feel her breasts push against my cock

(Eobard is being severely neglected, that's a no no for him XD that is just asking for punishment

XD so true)

I looked at her and thrust in between her breast moaning. She looked up at me with a smile on her face as she pushed her breasts together with her arms making it feel so much better.

"Take it slow Bar~ I want you to enjoy this." She said as over her shoulder I could.see Eobard remove his.mask as he glared at me.

Her face was red as she blushed, probably never having done this, and I never have either, but it was cute ..especially when she took my hands in hers. I held her hands and kissed her as she moaned into my mouth and I speed up a bit. She kissed back as I still was going to take my time..especially with reverse here

I need to show she is mine and I will make sure of it.

(They suck at working together)

(XD well it is in their nature to be rivals)

I see him glare as he suddenly sped over as I glared before letting out a moan when her breasts pushed together harder to see he was helping hold them as he started to lift them up and down as she blushed but kissed me.

(At least he's helping xD)

(Probably for himself XD)

I groan at this as she is massaged over me and I am now so close. She blushed darkly as I thrust up more rapidly as I couldn't hold back, grabbing her face as I leaned down kissing Her as I came, her breasts becoming slick from my cum.

(XD yup he was like "enough, my turn xD)

(XD)

After I finished he pulled her away from me and kisses her deeply. I will let this slide for now.

(Eobard's POV)

I held the side of her face as I kissed her, my hands gripping her firmly so she couldn't pull away as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, trying to get her own, cute little tongue to play with mine.

(Anyone who ever describes a tongue as cute..we got issues xD)

(XD)

I played with hers before dominating her mouth. I hated to see Barry have her play the role of mommy. We were truly opposites. To me she just wasn't a mommy.. she truly wasn't, and I knew her vest. No, her role is far different.

She was my little girl and I am going to show her just how much better daddy is~

(Can I get Barry back? XD I think I would prefer Barry xD

(XD Barry is gone now! All left is Eobard XD

I pull away from the kiss as she panted heavily as she was a deep red.

(XD he's still in the room XD)

I then pulled off her big girl clothes as I had something more fitting for her to wear~

(Oh no xD again xD here's eobard being a creep)

I see Barry glaring before he got a call as he sped out after getting fixed out leaving me alone with her for a little bit, perfect.

(Barry! Do not leave her alone with a creep XD)

(XD)

(XD)

I smirked and then hand her the dress she looked at it blushing darkly.

"Y-You...want me.to w-wear this?" She asked as I just smirked as she looked away. "F-Fine.." she said as she left the room to change but I sped over to her as she screamed

"Just making sure you wouldn't try to escape." I said before closing the door so she could change, even if I've already seen her naked

She soon came out and it was the picture of sexiness and innocents and with that dark blush on her face helped me all the more. She looked so shy, so embarrassed when she shouldn't be. I walked over to her as I placed a hand on her face as she jumped a little before she relaxed as she actually leaned into it

"You look so beautiful sweetie." I tell her and kiss her again

She blushed but kissed me back as I pulled her closer, my hands resting on her back before slowly sliding down

She moaned and I groped her soft plump ass it is perfectly firm~

(Its times like this that Barry should never of left xD)

(XD Exactly XD)

"You feel so soft yet firm~ but I can't get how intimate you were with Barry out of my mind." I trailed off as my groping got more serious, more aggressive.

She moans and arches into me and I massage her butt even more.

"How you completely ignored me.." "i-it wasn't lik-like that.." she said as she grabbed onto me.

"It wasn't?"

"N-No I j-just wanted t-to give y-you both equal a-attention you deserved."

I smiled. "You always been so sweet, but now can you just be sweet for daddy?"

(I can say..it was actually like that she definitely prefers Barry xD Actually they are both hot, Barry in a sweet way and eobard in a kinky way)

(XD yeah sorry Eo XD)

She gave a shy smile as she nodded making me smile back. She just needed to know we didn't pose a threat to her.

I smile and take off my suit and then my cock sprang out. "Why don't you sit on my lap~"

She blushed but nodded as I sat on the couch as I waited for her as she seemed embarrassed.

"U-Um.. i-is there a specific way you want me to sit..l-like facing you o-or facing away?" She asked.

"Facing me baby girl." I say and pull her down on my lap my cock right between her folds nudging her clit.

(She too is freaked by him wearing a dead man's face)

(XD Yeah)

She blushed darkly as she shuddered as she let out a shaky moan. I smirked and started to let my cock vibrate and she gripped my shoulders for support.

"O-Oh Daddy~"

"That's it, good girl, just keep calling me daddy and I'll make you feel good in return~" I promised as she moaned as it was right on her clit

(XD he right now is a glorified sex toy XD)

She moaned and kept crying out daddy and saying she felt so good. "Da-Daddy Please~ Let me cum daddy~"

(Basically xD)

(XD)

"Go ahead baby girl, you don't have to ask me to cum when you've been so good." I said as she held onto me tightly as she cried out for me as she came, her body shuddering as I could feel her orgasm slick my cock up as she pulled me into a kiss.

I kiss back and know I now have to take her virginity at least one of them.

[Another chapter done I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]

[darlingpetao3]

Through the Eyes of a Nemesis (Sherloque Wells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: While you and Sherloque search the S.T.A.R. Labs storage facility for clues, the detective comes across some objects belonging to Thawne. But when he tries them on for size, he finds himself in the headspace of the villain, and things take a turn for the steamy...

A/N: Okay, so I basically rewrote that one scene in S05E17 as if it had aired on HBO instead XD I also hope this good enough!

Tag List: @blogforhoes​

You have no clue as to where Sherloque ran off to. The two of you were supposed to stick together while you scoured this offsite S.T.A.R. Labs storage facility for the next piece of the puzzle he was trying to complete. Sherloque had only disclosed his hunch to you and not to the rest of the team - that he suspects Nora to be working with an old Team Flash nemesis.

Eobard Thawne.

Using your flashlight, you wander into another room, dark and dusty, only to receive a fright from the sight a shadowed body sitting in what looks to be Thawne’s old wheelchair. Oh my God, is that really-?

“Oh, Sherloque! Shit, you scared me. I almost thought you were…” you trail off, not wanting to speak the name of your and your friends’ backstabber.

“You thought I was Thawne, non?”

“No. I mean, yes. Kind of. For a second, there, maybe.”

The French detective frowns from behind Eobard Thawne’s glasses and stares at you unwaveringly. It’s certainly uncanny, the whole thing. Him sitting there, looking like that… If you hadn’t been sure, you could have sworn Sherloque was Thawne. The only dead giveaways that he wasn’t the villain were the accent and the long hair.

At first, you think he’s bothered by your presence when he’s so clearly in the zone of his deductions. You know it bothers him when the others interrupt his processes. Perhaps it’s best if you leave him alone with his thoughts.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you to whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Non, attends,” he says calmly. “Wait. Come back.”

You stop in your tracks, then wander over to where he sits in the wheelchair and lean against one of the warehouse shelves near him.

“It may help me if you are here. To, you know, ‘bounce ideas’ as you might say?” Sherloque explains. “After all, the last time you were present, I had a breakthrough. Souviens-tu?”

“I don’t know,” you start, unsure of how much help you would actually be.

He lowers his spectacles down his nose to peer at you - a deadly blue stare that has you thinking Sherloque has transformed himself into a whole other person. You swallow.

“I mean, I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you change your turn. Anything to help the Team at this point, right? What have we got to lose?

Sherloque presses the glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a finger, eerily similar to the manner in which Eobard did when he masked around as Harrison Wells.

“Tell me about him,” he asks. “I assume he was a very patient man?”

“Definitely,” you agree, “you know, what with waiting fifteen years to bring upon his evil plan. Harri- Eobard was an incredibly intelligent man. Unintentionally suave and cool. Unbreakable. I hate to even say it, but I learned a lot from him. He was always the smartest person in the room wherever he went. And the way he casually tossed in a witty joke without it sounding like a joke always made me laugh regardless...”

You suddenly realize you’re inadvertently rambling on about the man who betrayed the Team. Sherloque raises an eyebrow at you - the way he used to. You cross your arms over your chest.

“You have, how you say, a thing for this Thawne?”

“No. No, absolutely not.”

Sherloque wheels the chair nearer to you, stopping just before your feet. When he dips his glasses down to look at you, every part of you feels weak.

“Are you certain?” he asks, then stands at once, tall and looming over you. Your tongue dart out to lick your lips. Sherloque’s eyes have darkened, and hold a glint of danger - something you’re not used to seeing when you look into his eyes. This alone makes your legs start to feel like jelly. How does this whole speaking thing work, again?

“I am certain I don’t have a thing for Thawne,” you word carefully. Testing your bravery, you lean in closer to Sherloque, and play with the collar of his black shirt and toy with one of its top buttons. But when he steps back and sits down in the chair once more, you can’t help but think you’ve said and done the wrong thing. “I’m sorr-”

“-Have a seat, Miss (Y/L/N),” comes a perfect smooth American accent from the Frenchman, gesturing to his lap. Your eyes must give you away because Sherloque chuckles, and not in the way you’re used to hearing. “Don’t be shy. Sit.”

Warily, you move towards him even though your body wants to take over and leap into his lap. What is he up to? The only thing you do know is that you’re loving whatever the hell it is. Carefully, you sit yourself down on his thighs, your back up against his chest. He holds onto your sides firmly, and you think you almost hear him make a low noise...

Sherloque brings a hand up to run his fingers down your sternum, passing over each button which you wish he’d just undo already. But no - his hand roams further downwards and ends up slowing when he reaches your pants. You feel the ghost of his breath on your neck from behind — goosebumps ripple over your skin at his closeness and the direction of his touch.

“Tell me to stop, and I will. Otherwise...” he trails off, only to press his sweet lips to a spot under your ear. You practically swoon at this. The only answer you give the detective is reaching your hand behind his head to hold him where he is. Sherloque’s hum vibrates from his lips to your skin and rings throughout you.

When his exploring hand continues its journey, you hold your breath the moment he slips it beneath your clothing where his fingers behind to gently rub you. You can’t believe this is happening right now; it’s like you’re watching yourself from outside your body.

“Relax into it,” his lips move against your neck as if he’s just deduced how tense you feel against him. “Relax.”

It’s so strange not to hear his accent right now. Maybe this is all apart of Sherloque’s plan to get inside Eobard’s wicked head, and if it is, it is a freaking great idea. You bite your lip hard while his fingers swirl around your most sensitive parts of yourself. And oh shit, now he’s sucking at your neck. His thigh-clenching stubble scratches at you deliciously. There is so much going on, so much stimulation on your body - you feel shaky and exhilarated but warm and mushy all at once.

“Tell me how you feel,” he asks. “Speak.”

“I feel… I feel,” you can’t get your words to form eloquently or adequately enough, “amazing, oh God, Sherloque-” He flicks your sensitive spot in just the right place, eliciting a moan-sigh combination.

“Non,” he lets his accent slip for only a second, “I am Thawne and I have you right where I want you.” That wasn’t supposed to affect you as much as it did, but the thought alone does something to you inside. His touch is relentless and strong and his mouth practically attacks your neck. In the back of your mind, a little voice screams that tomorrow will definitely be scarf day at work.

Your fingers curl around the strands of his gorgeous hair, release, and curl again.

“I’m close, I’m close,” you repeat in a tight voice, “don’t stop, right there.” Your head tips back onto his shoulder. Your jaw clenches before you let out a stuttered cry before reaching that euphoric feeling.

One of your hands grips tightly to the chair’s armrest, and you thought you heard a compression sound. It’s hard to know anything right now because you’re still trying to come down from your high. That amazing, wonderful, blissful high that this brilliant man just gave you.

You’re still sitting on him. Clearing your throat, you jump off of the detective, straighten your blouse and take a much-needed breath. You smile slightly embarrassed at Sherloque, but he smiles back fondly at you.

“Do you know what you did, ma chérie?”

“Have an amazing orgasm just now?” you laugh breathlessly through your blush. “Because then yes, I’m very much aware.”

Sherloque peers over the side of the wheelchair and plucks something from a compartment you didn’t notice was there previously. It looks like a flash drive? Or a microchip? He holds it for you to see.

“You have found the missing piece. We’re on the right path, ma précieuse. Thanks to you.”

Whether it’s from fooling around with him or that you actually helped in some way with this investigation, you’re feeling pretty damn good. You grin and push a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Um, so do you think we should head back to the Lab, then? Check this thing out and what’s on it?”

“Oui, yes, we should.”

Sherloque tosses Eobard’s glasses onto the chair, and when you turn to head to the door, he takes your hand in his to make you wait.

“(Y/N),” he searches your eyes, “we aren’t done, just so you know.”

You lean up to kiss his stubbly cheek. “I should hope not, Monsieur. But first, as much as I want to carry on with… that, let’s crack this case first.”

Sherloque lifts your chin and delicately drags his thumb down your lips. “You are speaking my language, chérie. Allons-y.”

~

Requested by @mintchipcupcake​: Imagine that you come across Sherly while he’s in EoWells wheelchair. You’re ready to leave him to his deducting but since he’s in Eo’s headspace, he quietly commands you to stay because he wants to bounce ideas off of you. You reluctantly agree since it will help the team (Really, it’s the glasses 😏) dominant Sherloque smut ensues.

[plaidamoosette]

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.

                                    __________________________________       

“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.

Thank you for reading! Please like, share, and comment, and feel free to send more requests!

[df841]

On the Wrong Side (part 2)

Eobard Thawne x Reader + mentionment of a Mr. Bruce Wayne

Warnings: angst? If you can call it that. Mostly dialogue, because I can't write descriptive for shit.

Finally making a stop from Eobard's superspeed grasp. You were all there again. No more drowsiness or confusion. He dragged you away from the fight, after aquiring what he needed fron the next piece of his puzzle. You looked around at where you were, where he had taken you. It was familiar, but you knew that you had never been here before in your life.

"What was that out there?"

"Why did you hesitate?" He forcefully took off his cowl to show you his fuming face.

"I-i dont know. What was I under, why did I lose myself"

"You promised me results."

"Not results that would turn me into a murderer! "

"You were at your best, the syrum worked, you were at max capacity. Next time- "

"next time? Eobard I almost killed someone! I almost killed Bruce- "

"Why didn't you tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"About you and that stupid bat. I can't stand the idea of you almost marrying that imbecile, how could you even-"

"First of all, you knew we talked about past relationships, second of all Bruce is not an imbicile; he's a very sweet guy."

"You are defending that idiot? Yes, I knew. But apparently, not everything!"

"Yes, I was engaged to Bruce Wayne. You're the one who's from the future, Eo."

"Did you- did you love him?!"

Silence.

"Bruce. Did you love him?"

Silence.

"Well of course you loved him, you were going to marry him."

"As you can see, I didn't go through with it."

"This is all my fault. So much has changed. I've tampered with the timeline too much."

"When haven't you Eobard?!"

"It's different this time (y/n)!"

"What do you mean?!"

He knew that this was once again one of those pinnacle moments where anything could happened. One of those life altering revelations; the moment when anything he said, anything you thought or decided could change everything. But he couldn't help it. His possessive, obsessive, compulsive side was taking over again. He had to know. Even though he knew it was indeed a mindless question. He wanted to hear it. He for some reason was torturing himself. His thoughts were working against him. He didn't care, his anger over taking him.

"Did you- did you fuck him?"

"Eobard."

"ANSWER ME!"

Almost exploding in anger. "Of course we did. Is that what you wanted to hear? We were in love, we had sex, we were engaged, I got pregnant, I lost it, I couldn't handle the pain. We couldn't handle it, we couldn't come back from that. Neither of us could. We parted ways. I came to Central City, and I met you. Now look where I'm at because of love AGAIN! Helping you in your schemes. ALMOST KILLING PEOPLE! NOT MYSELF, ATTACKING PEOPLE I USED TO CONSIDER AS FRIENDS!"

"I'm making you better!"

"You're making me into your lacky, Eobard. We're supposed to be partners, but I'm just your personal brainwashed soldier. That's who I was out there tonight!"

"We're out there for our cause!"

"Our cause?!

Eobard. Before I would have believed you. But now sometimes I think that you're only doing this for yourself, which you are. Before I understood 'okay, he just wants to get home. By any means' 'he wants to be better, support ambition, support progress, he wants to change the world. All he wants to do is not die.'"

He stayed silent. Listening to what you had to say. Very uncharacteristically Eobard. So you continued.

"But now its like- Do you deliberately choose to be on the wrong side of history, Eobard. Or do you truly believe in all those horrible causes. Because if it was really up to me; whatever choice, if I ever really had any, would never be with you willingly if you did.

Aiding and joining the Nazis. Experimenting for your own gain. All that murder. You would be a monster.

If I ever had a choice-"

"Don't say things you will regret (y/n)."

"I don't regret anything that I'm saying to you right now. You are a monster. I broke an innocent, caring, loving heart because of you."

"Harrison Wells. A daint copy of a dead man's life I took. The face you first fell in love with me. The one that even gave him a chance. If you leave me for him. I will take him away from you."

"You are a monster."

"Believe me, i have met monsters. I am not one of them!"

Then it hit you.

Memories.

Déjà vu. Very specific. Very detailed.

"We've been here before." *You looked around* "not exactly this, but about something else...

How many versions of me have been here? Eobard? HOW MANY!?"

"Too many."

[fwmholland]

You wanna know why I’m mad? Tom Holland x  Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: About 900

Warnings: mild cussing

Summary: The reader and Tom are really close friends and you both like each other, but get in an argument when you go out on a date with someone.

A/N: This is probably really bad cause this is my first writing so I'm really sorry in advanced.

Tom and Harrison sat in the living room on their phones while you were up stairs getting ready for your date. You smiled as you applied a coat of eos lip balm before walking out of the bathroom.  

A soft knock sounded though out the living room as you walked down the stairs in a white dress. "Y/n doo-" Tom mumbles, but stops in mid sentence when he sees you walking down the stairs. " Do I look okay?" You say as your walking towards the door and both the boys nod with infatuated looks on their faces.  Smiling as you open the door you see your date with flowers in his hands with a lazy smile.

"Boys I'm home" You say as you close the door behind you with a sigh. " How'd it go?" Haz says as his head peers out into the hallway from the kitchen and Tom walks out of his room with a slightly pissed look on his face.  " Well, it was pretty good, at first, and then he started to flirt with the waitress and it all went down hill from there." You roll your eyes at the thought of how shitty the date actually was. Haz and Tom exchanged a look as Tom mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that mate?" Harrison says with a cheeky smile as he walks into his room. 'What was Haz up to this time?' Was the only thought that circled through your head. " You deserve better" Tom grumbles as he walks to the kitchen, not even looking at you. " What's your problem, grumpy" You say as you sit on the island in the kitchen.

"I don't know what you're talking about, nothing's wrong, darling." His tone was laced with sarcasm and so was the smile he gave you.

"Tom, obviously something is wrong."  Your tone was gentle and caring, you hopped off the island and walked over to him looking up only to see him looking away. You've always liked Tom, but he never has really seemed to show any interest in you, like the way you do at least.

"Nothings wrong, Y/N, why do you have to be so damn annoying." Tom spits as he walks past you and into the living room, leaving you in the kitchen dumbfounded. "Yeah, okay, whatever." You say as you walk into your room slamming the door shut.

After changing into some comfy pajama shorts and sweater you walk out of your room with your phone in your hand. Walking back into the kitchen you begin to make some coffee while humming 'I hate u, I love u' by Gnash and Olivia O'Brien.  Once the machine beeps signaling that the coffee is done you grab a mug and some pour the coffee in and topping it off with a bit of creamer.

"Are you gonna talk to me, or are we still being pissy?" You say as you plop down on the couch next to Tom, who has his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. Setting your coffee on the table you turn sitting with your legs crossed staring at Tom.

"Thomas. Stanley. Holland." You scoot closer to him trying to get his attention. "Thomas! Why the hell are you so mad at me? Did I do something because, if.. if I did please tell me because I can't handle you being upset wit-" Your sentence was cut off when Tom jumped up off the couch and started to speak.

"You wanna know why I'm mad? I'm mad because I sit here, watching you go on dates all the fucking time and I'm sick of you not seeing me in the way I see you. I am in love with you Y/N and you don't even notice it! I try to make it as obvious as possible that I want you to be mine, but noooo you're just too fucking oblivious. Jesus Christ, there so now you know why I'm mad, no scratch that I am beyond pissed, but who cares anyways right? "  His tone was a mix of sarcastic and hurt. He was practically yelling at this point.

"Tom, I-i, I'm in love with you too Tom. Before you say  anything, hear me out. I have been in love with you for so long and I didn't think you felt the same about me, I do care Thomas, I really fucking care. And no I have never noticed it, but you haven't noticed my undying love for you either." Your tone was soft and gentle.

You then stood up, standing in front of the slightly taller boy. "So please, for the love of god, could you guys please just start dating already. I- I mean could you guys kiss already" Haz says from the hallway with a cheeky grin on his face , a blush rising on both yours and Tom's faces.

"Haz, mate, go away" Tom mumbles as he pulls you into a hug, basically shielding your red face from Harrison. "Alright, if I have to" Haz pouts as he turns around walking at an agonizingly slow pace back into his room.

" Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" Tom mumbles in your ear as a smile falls over your face.

" Of course I will Tommy"

[speechlessxx]

Try Harder To Be Discreet. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

Request: Can I please request a Barry Allen x Reader where she is Harrison Wells' daughter and Barry and the reader have been married for a while now and they want to tell the team that they are expecting a baby. Thanks! 

I don’t know if you meant Eobard!Wells, or Harry Wells, or H.R. Wells. So I decided to go with Eo!Wells who isn’t evil in this. I hope you don’t mind!

I know... I’ve been inactive! I really am trying!

I know this is late! I’m sorry!

Requests are open! (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

You looked down at the small tattoo of a lightning bolt on your ring finger for comfort as you threw up in the S.T.A.R. Labs restroom. It was Barry’s idea, seeing as a wedding band would’ve raised suspicions. It’s been nearly two years since you and Barry started dating. And it’s been about six months since you two were secretly got married. Your relationship was something unplanned, but neither of you had any doubts. 

The only problem with the marriage and relationship was that your father, the great Harrison Wells, has yet to be informed about it. Every chance you got to tell him, there was always something that ruined the moment. You knew the more you kept it a secret, the more strained your relationship with your father would be. The mere thought of losing your father made you want to hurl, but that wasn’t the reason as to why you were having morning sickness.

After a few minutes, you got up and composed yourself, fixing your hair in a bun and wiping away your smudged makeup. You quickly left the restroom and went back to your desk, pretending as if nothing happened. 

“Caitlin, please check on (Y/N).” Your father said as he monitored the computers, watching Barry’s every movement.

“But Barry’s on a mission-” Caitlin began, but your father shook his head.

“Armed robbery... Barry’s got this.” Caitlin gave you a soft smile before helping you up.

Caitlin knew exactly was wrong with you, but she didn’t want to pry. You wish you invited her to be a witness to your wedding, but since the decision was so spontaneous, Joe and Iris took on the roles. 

“Every thing seems to be in order. You don’t have a fever...” Caitlin trailed off as she cleaned off her thermometer. “Did you have anything bad last night?” She asked. 

You shook your head as you thought about last night. Barry spent the night trying to make you comfortable and catered to your every need. He even raced to Star City to get Big Belly Burger, the one that always put in extra fries. But you definitely didn’t eat anything that didn’t sit well with you. If anything, it sat quite nicely. 

“She seems fine.” Caitlin called out to your father as Barry sped right in. His eyes widened as he took note of you sitting on the hospital bed.

“You okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes. What he really wanted to ask was: is the baby okay?

You nodded. “Just threw up because of something. No biggie.” 

“Yes biggie. You could have an ulcer, or some gallbladder diseases, or a brain tumor, (Y/N)!” Cisco yelled out. You raised your eyebrows at him. 

And Caitlin gave him a strange look. “Did you look up vomiting causes on WebMD?” She asked. Cisco gave her a sneaky grin and she rolled her eyes. “I promise, you have none of that. Don’t worry... I’m talking to you, Dr. Wells.” You all chuckled as your father’s panic was easily seen on his face.

“I mean she could be pregnant.” Your father stated. Everyone just froze on the spot. You and Barry both looked at him quizzically. None of you were sure if he was joking or not, but the thought of your father finding out this way shook you to your core. “What?”

“W-why do you say that?” You asked, your voice shaking but you attempted to keep it straight. 

“People take pictures, (Y/N). Videos, even.” Your father began. “And the funniest thing occurred to me when I saw these videos and photos on the internet... I thought hmm.. why is Barry always running around near (Y/N)’s apartment? You can put together a puzzle like that as quickly as a speedster, can’t you? You randomly getting a lightning tattooed on your ring finger. Barry always worrying about you. You always worrying about Barry. Not to mention we have cameras.” 

You and Barry knew the cat was out the bag, but neither of you dared to glance at each other. You both kept your eyes trained on your father. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asked.

“Two and a half years.” Barry asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Anything else I might want to know?” 

You slowly tip toed over to your husband as you interlaced your fingers. “Um... Six months ago we eloped.” You saw your father’s jaw clench but it slowly released. “And I’m three and a half weeks pregnant.” You and Barry flinched awaiting your father’s wrath, but none came. 

“That part I put together on my own seeing as you’re almost always tired, hungry, and if you aren’t at a calmed state, your enraged. Much like your mother.” You smiled, remembering the memories you had of her, a few tears escaped your eyes and Barry rubbing your back soothingly. “I’m mad that I didn’t get to walk my baby girl down the aisle, but we can always redo that part. Barry take care of my girl. And... for the love of God, Try Harder To Be Discreet.”

You walked over to hug your father, crying quietly into his arms. But then Cisco cleared his throat. “We’re definitely redoing that wedding. Barry, what were you thinking? I wasn’t your best man, dude!” 

[nightwingswing]

"Give her back" (Eobard Thawne x reader)

Hello, my little wings! How are you doing? I hope you are fine and dandy!

So were 191+ ‘Wings now! wow! I’m so happy!

Also, I’ll try to update more often as I got pretty interesting prompsts, If you got any I’m always open to new prompts! Oh, by the way, “STOP THAT WEDDING!” and “THE FAMILY’S GIRL” will be updated the next week! So you still can vote what the reader will do netx in “STOP THAT WEDDING!”.

Requested by: @wennbergbabe

Request: Hello! :) could you do a cute and cuddly Eobard Thawne imagine where the reader and him stay at home all day cuddling and he's super sweet, cuddly, loving, dorky, and adorable but not too drastic I mean he's still eobard lol. They share their feelings and he knows that he will do anything to keep her safe with him and something happens to the reader and he does anything to get them back safe even asking for help or it can just be cute and fluffy up to you . Thank you! ❤️ (sorry if that's a mess)

Hope you enjoy!!

You here sitting comfortably in the ledge of your window, drinking a (f/d). You had had a long day at work today and you were compensating the bad day indulging in your favorite drink with your comfy blanket over your shoulders.

You sighed and took a sip of your drink when suddenly the air around you violently changed, making your drink fall to the ground. You pouted.

“Eo, can’t you come in more quietly? I dunno, like a normal person would?”

Eobard Thawne smirked at you and gave your nose a little kiss.

“Where would be the fun in that?” His smirking lips where shut by your lips. You kissed him sweetly before sighing.

“I missed you” He smiled at you and before you could know it he had gotten you up , sat where you were before and put you between his legs with a new (f/d) in your hands.

“I did too,(y/n). You have no idea how I missed your soft body” His hands around your waist tightened. “Your sweet scent” His nose sniffed your neck before he started kissing it, up and down. You giggled but when he bite your sweet spot and you moaned. “The sounds you make.” Eobard smirked in your neck.

“Eo, stop teasing me!” You poked him in the ribs and he grumbled.

“You little minx!” He took you in his arms and quickly got the two of you in your room. You let a breath escape from your lips as your back touched the soft mattress. The drink you were having been in Thawne’s hands, he drank it and quickly got above you and kissed you lips. His hands groped your butt and made you groan. Eo took advantage of that and poured the drink that was in his mouth in yours. You broke the kiss and coughed.

“Eobard! Don’t do that-” Eobard’s tongue invaded your mouth before you could say “boo”. You moaned as his hands wandered south. Eobard smirked as his hands were teasingly close to your most sensitive part. Your hips raised, seeking for friction. Eobard smirked.

“Look who’s now a lil bit desperate? Craving my touch, (n/n)?”

That little s*it.

You were going to show him who’s the boss.

You smiled cutely to Eo, distracting him with your hands that where going up his chest, caressing his skin. He was so distracted that you could invert your position. Now, you were sitting in Eobard’s tights. He let out a breath as he hadn’t see that coming. His eyes darkened with lust as you smirked confidently at him and getting teasingly close to his lips.

“Who’s craving now, Thawne?”

You know what goes up now…

Wink wink wonk ;)

////*\\\\

The two of you were cuddling in your couch, bathing in the afterglow. Eobard smiled at you as he whispered in your ear.

“I love you, (y/n) (l/n).”

“I love you too, Eobard Thawne.”

You kissed him chastely before going up. Eobard complained childish.

“Where are you going, (y/n)???” He asked.

“I have to go to work ,Eo. You know that.”

“But, (y/n)… stay here and cuddle me!” Eo’s arms circled around your waist and pulled you towards the couch. Thawne hid his face in your hair, bathing in your sweet aroma.

“Stay. You deserve a day off. And I deserve a day of your undivided attention.”

You puffed but agreed. Eobard quickly grabbed your phone and called your boss, saying that you had a bad night and were really sick and that it has very contagious, comment that got you to poke his ribs again. The boss seemed to buy Eo’s lie and before you knew it he had ended the call and was kissing your cheek.

“I’m such a good liar, aren’t I, (n/n)?” He smiled proudly.

“Well, seeing as you fooled the Flash and his friends for 15 years, I think you are.” You blowed a raspberry kiss on Eobard’s neck and you got him to laugh.

You were the only one that could do that.

“You know I could never lie to you.”

“I hope you don’t even try to do that. Or I’ll have to castrate you.”

He laughed and kissed you.

“I love how evil you can be”

You smiled, a threatening glint in your eyes.

He has no idea, right?

No idea.

////*\\\\\

“Eo! I’m hungry!” You wined. “I want your delicious homemade food!”

Eobard indulged to your wishes in the end, making your favorite.

After a while he sat in front of you again, and put your food in his lap.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m going to fed you, duh!” You raised an eyebrow.

“But, Eo-”

“No complaints, young lady. Today is your day”

You opened your mouth and Thawne’s delicious food’s flavor invaded your senses. You moaned happily.

“There’s a catch in all of this, right?” Eobard feigned outraged surprise.

“A catch?! Me? Never!” But his smirk said otherwise.

You hummed. It doesn’t matter, you were going to enjoy this day to the end.

“My little princess is enjoying her home made food??” He said teasingly.

“Dork” You smiled as Eobard gave you an eskimo kiss.

“Love you too”

////*\\\\

You had fallen asleep above Eobard. He had pulled you over him and pulled a blanked over your bodies.  The rapid beating of his heart, his warm and his scent helped you to fall asleep. Thawne’s hand caressed you forehead and hair as he remembered how lucky he was and how glad he was of meeting you.

He had met you as Harrison Wells, and he truly fell in love with you. He knew seeking a relationship with you was impossible and once his secret was out you would leave him and then you would be in danger.

And he couldn’t bring you to his time.

But he was to selfish.

He loved- truly loved you.

After years of perfect relationship he decided to tell you.

He knew you would leave him. All the people he loved leaved him.

But you didn’t.

You were mad, really really mad.

But you didn’t leave him.

After a year of asking for forgiveness and doing whatever that was on his hands he enamored you with the real him.

And so your relationship grew.

 Eobard’s fingers tangled in your soft (h/c) tresses as he admired you perfect eyebrows , your (thick/thin) eyelashes, that perfect nose he loved to kiss and those plump sweet (thin/full) lips.

He will never let anyone hurt you.

Not Flash.

Not any of his enemies.

Not even himself.

He would kill them before they could even touch you.

After he meet you for the first time, he thought you were a little bit annoying and you thought he hated you. But you grew on him and he slowly started falling in love with you.

That was the time when one abusive asshole was trying to hurt you, and before you could call the police he disappeared.

No one saw him again.

It happened again on time you were getting mugged.

You thought you had a guardian angel.

You were able to see him once.

A man clad in yellow –pants turned black- with a red bolt on his chest. He seemed to be vibrating as you couldn’t see his face, only his red eyes.

“Thank you” He nodded and all the air in your lungs seemed to get caught there.

When you opened your eyes you were in your home. You had to sit down as you were dizzy. You thought it has all a dream, that nothing was real.

Until you saw the (f/f) and the note.

After he told you his identity he had to stop doing it. You said it was too risky for him, “What if the Flash catches you?” You asked him. He stopped because you told him.

But it killed him inside.

The fact of not being able to be himself when you’re out. The fact that he can’t protect you without raising suspicion.

 Once his secret was out, he couldn’t go out with you. Because if the Flash saw him, he would put you two away.

Flash could touch him.

But he could never touch you.

He would have to pass over his dead body before he as much as touches you.

Eobard felt your stirring and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. He felt your lips kissing his neck and telling him to sleep. He got up, carrying you bridal style and dropping you softly in your bed, he soon followed you as he let himself fall in the mattress and the warmness of your body.

He fell asleep with a real smile on his face.

////*\\\\

It had been day since Eobard last saw you.

And he was getting restless, and desperate.

His paranoia got the best of him.

What if The Flash had catch the two of you together?

What if somebody had kidnapped you?

What if they had hurt you?

What if they had killed you?

Thawne’s eyes became slits as he thought of who probably had you kidnaped. He opened your closet and pushed a hidden button. Your closet opened and there stood the Reverse Flash uniform.

S*it was going down.

////*\\\\

After days of searching all around the world, the Reverse Flash didn’t know what to do.

He was getting more and more desperate.

So desperate he had turned to his enemy.

Barry, Cisco and Caitlin with Harry.

“Thawne! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Asked Cisco.

Barry had changed to his Flash uniform and had Eobard immobilized against the wall.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, THAWNE. ?! YOU’RE GOING TO BACK TO PRISON!”

“NO! PLEASE FLASH. I NEED YOUR HELP! “ Eobard pleaded.

Barry stopped for a minute, looking at Eobard’s eyes.

“What do you need me for? To betray me again?”

“NO! Somebody has kidnapped (y/n)! I’ve been looking for her since then! I can’t find her, please! I need your help! She’s innocent! She didn’t do anything!”

Barry’s hold on Thawne’s neck eased and the Reverse Flash fell on the ground.

“…” Barry looked at Eobard and saw the worry and panic in his eyes.

“I’ll regret saying this but Alright, I’ll help you”

“WHAT?!” Said Cisco and Harry.

“(y/n) is my friend and even if she has a bad taste in boyfrieds, I’ll help her”

“Do you have any idea of who may have her?” Caitlin asked.

“ Yes.”

“Who?” Asked Barry.

“Her ex. He was a meta, a dangerous one. He was abusive and she broke up with him, then he became more obsess with her and I saved her from him. I thought I killed him, but it seems like I failed.”

“Like in everything you do” Coughed Cisco. Eobard glared at him.

“What’s his name”

“(e/n) (l/n). Best known as Hellfreeze.”

“Got him. He’s in an abandoned factory in Keystone.”

“Let’s go”

Flash and the Reverse Flash speed off towards Keystone. In a matter of seconds they were in the factory. Eobard tried to speed inside but was held back by Flash.

“Let me go! I need to save her! I promised myself I won’t let anyone hurt her!”

“STOP! AND THINK FOR A MINUTE!”

“If you rush inside, he’ll kill her! Stop and think for a minute!”

“NO!”

“OKAY! WE’LL DO THIS, I’LL GET INSIDE AND YOU VIBRATE ENOUGH SO HE CAN’T SEE YOU. YOU GET BEHIND HIM AND KNOW HIM DOWN.”

“LET’S GO, NOW”

“KNOW.HIM.DOWN!”

But Eobard wasn’t there anymore.

“S*it.” Barry speeded in, following the sounds of the creep talking.

He stopped in front of a room that seemed closed, he kicked it open and entered. There he saw you tied up to a chair and that creep with a knife to your neck.

“Barry!” You shouted thought the gag.

“Drop the knife, (e/n). This doesn’t have to end badly.”

“WHY? I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO LOSE.”

“Drop the knife, (y/n) isn’t at fault. You were. Give her back.”

“(Y/N) IS THE ONE THAT LEAVED ME! WITHOU HER I AM NOTHING!” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you towards him. “IF YOU HAVEN’T LEAVED ME, WE WON’T BE HAVING THIS PROBLEM. You know, babe. I still love you, and I am disposed to forgive you and take you back.” He took the gag from your mouth and you spited him in the face.

“Go to hell, asshole.” His face warped in rage. He raised his hand disposed to hit you but before he could as much as move it, Reverse Flash grabbed it and broke it with his strong hold.

“Don’t you know, it’s illegal to abuse people? Well Surprise! It is! And the one you were about to hit is my girlfriend. And I don’t take kindly threats towards my love.” As Eobard said this he had already broke your ex’s arm and hand. The flash used this distraction to let you out of your bonds.

“Are you okay, (y/n)? Did he do something to you?”

“No, he only tried to brainwash me again.” You rubbed your wrist, were the bonds leaved red angry marks. Barry hugged you and you returned the embrace.

“We miss you, (y/n). You never returned to the lab.”

“I thought you wouldn’t let me in again. I knew who he was, Barry, he told me a few months before you found out.”

“I know. But you are my friend, if you had come and explained yourself…I don’t hate you, (y/n), I never did and never will. Cisco, Caitlin, Iris… we miss you.”

“ARGH! I’M DONE WITH THIS! EVERYONE IS GOING TO DOWN!!!!!” The creep threatened to use his powers and the room suddenly got hotter. “IF YOU AREN’T MINE, NOBODY WILL HAVE YOU-AGH!” Eobard vibrated his hand that pierced the crazy criminal’s heart, killing him instantly.

“I would have preferred torturing you a bit, but you threatened my love again. You had to go.” Thawne kicked the corpse of the crazy man as Barry yelled his name in rage.

“THAWNE! I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK HIM DOWN!”

“Sorry, Flash. Don’t have time for you. The love of my life and I are going, you see, when we go back you will put me behind bars again and sorry but that can’t be allowed.” The reverse Flash speed up towards the two of you, knocked Barry down and took you bridal style, kissing you desperately.

“I’m so sorry, (n/n). I should have been faster. I should have been there for you, I.” You shut him up by taking his breath away in a passionate kiss. Your foreheads touched as the two of you breathed.

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Eobard Thawne.”

Eobard speed with you in his arms, taking you towards your home.

///*\\\

When Barry woke up, he fought the dizziness of being knocked down. He remembered all that happened, the fight, your words, Thawne’s betrayal…

“Thawne….” Barry snarled.

He speed to the lap and asked Cisco and Caitlin to locate where were you living now. As you had moved in after the whole Eowells fiasco.

“What happened, man?” Asked Cisco.

“You were right, he betrayed me and killed (y/n)’s crazy ex.” Barry rubbed his eyes, tired.

“We told you so” Said Harry.

“She’s living in the 13th avenue of Central. Barry, please. Come back with my best friend.”

“Got it.” Barry disappeared in a matter of seconds, leaving a sad Caitlin that only wanted her best friend back, Cisco who rubbed Caitlin’s shoulder reassuringly

“He’ll come back with her, don’t worry.” Caitlin smiled at Cisco and rubbed the hand that was on her shoulder.

“Thanks Cisco.” She smiled and Cisco smiled back.

And Harry that only rolled his eyes and got back to what he was working on.

When the Flash made it to your home, your things had disappeared. As if there had never lived someone. Barry grabbed a little note attached to the fridge with a smiling thunderbolt magnet. He grabbed the note and the magnet. He had given this magnet to you back when he had just started being flash, he thought you had threw it away.

His hold on the magnet tighten as he read Thawne’s note.

“You weren’t fast enough, Barry Allen.

Again”

Barry threw the magnet toward your mirror, breaking it in a million pieces.

He fell to the ground and crawled until he found the magnet again, with the impact it had broken in half. He grabbed it, the mirror pieces tearing his flesh.

He had lost a loved one , again.

Good job, Barry Allen, Good job.

Hot angry tears fell towards the only thing he had that was yours, and that he had broken in two.

Like your heart a long time ago.

////*\\\\

“Are you sure they won’t find us here?” You asked Eobard as he was putting away the groceries you had just bought.

“Of course, my love. We are in Europe! They’ll never find us here!”

“But It’s so hot in here!” You wined.

“Well, where in the south part of Europe. Or maybe it’s because I am in the room with you” He smirked

“you flirty Dork, you.” You smiled at him as he hugged you, laughing.

“But, I am your dork.”

 Eobard kissed you and you quickly kissed back.

“There nobody knows us, where free to start over.”

“Together?”

“Always” Eobard turned on the radio and a slow, romantic song was playing. His hands circled your waist and swayed your bodies to the rhythm of the song. He hummed the song in your ear, making you giggle.

“You dork!” You turned towards him and kissed you. The two of you keep swaying together while kissing slowly.

(The place where the reader and Eobard moved is my country. Can you guess which one it is?)

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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Chapter-12

WARNING: SMUT, angst.

Author’s note: This is my favorite chapter that I have written and my fav smut that I have written too. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! Also kinda of a long chapter.

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I can proudly say I made this gif, I don’t mind if you use it if you like it.

The day had started strong, there had not been many meta cases but that didn’t mean that it was calm in the slightest. It all had began with Barry. He had stormed into Star labs and had been in a horrible mood all day. You knew it was because of his dad. He was stuck on the investigation and even if it wasn’t your fault you felt guilty, after all you had asked Harrison to stay with you; to give up the man in yellow and to stay in this time, giving the reverse flash up meant that there was no way to free Barry’s father without hurting Harrison.

There had to be something you could do, there had to be a way. The team was helping Barry in everything they could, going over the evidence and visiting the crime scene but there was nothing. You really felt bad for him, his father was innocent, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit, and even if you didn’t technically helped him, you were guilty too. You knew who the real culprit was but you couldn’t give him up, of course you couldn’t, at this point he meant too much to you.

You and Harrison were alone at the labs, everyone was out to eat and Barry was over at CCPD, this was your chance to bring up the subject.

“Harrison” you began, trying to see how to approach the subject.

“Hmm” he acknowledged you, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes focus on the paper he was reading.

“Do you remember what you told me back when, you know when I found out?” You said waiting to see his reaction.

“I see where you are going,” he began, looking at you. “And the answer is no.” He concluded, his expression set, letting you know he wasn’t willing to pursue this conversation any further.

“But,” you insisted, not willing to let it go just yet.

“Y/n,” he looked at you seriously, his eyes trained on yours. “Drop it.” He said. For being such a patient man he sure seemed to lose his calm fast when it came to you.

“I just, we need to find a way to help him.” You insisted.

“We? I don’t need to help Allen on anything.” He said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

Just as you were about to try again you both heard the elevator door open, letting go of the conversation for now. This was not over. You needed to find a way to help Barry.

Harrison seemed a little tense the rest of the day. At least tense around you. You knew he was very patient and calm, but somehow with you his true colors came to light. You were getting better at reading him, at knowing when he was annoyed or upset, and he seemed to be showing signs of both right now. The way he kept rubbing his eyes or rubbing his finger over his lip how he did when he was thinking or trying to find his way out of a situation.

On top of that he had been a little dry with you during the day. His usual lingering glances had been almost non existent, his responses short and his demeanor cold; to anyone else it would seem like he was fine, but you knew better, you had gotten used to the way he would treat you a little differently this past few days when you were both alone, but since the conversation you had had earlier in the day, his behavior had changed.

By the time you were ready to leave you were unsure if he wanted you to go with him to his house or you were supposed to go to your apartment. Walking to where you knew his office was you knocked on the door frame before entering.

“Hey, I am leaving.” You began, he lifted his head and looked at you.

“Do you want to leave together or…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. He seemed to pick up on this.

“Yes, let me just finish this.” He said moving his eyes back down to whatever it was he was working on.

The ride home was quiet. An uncomfortable silence had fallen between both of you. You knew he didn’t like Barry, that he was annoyed at you for being so persistent on helping him. He couldn’t comprehend why it was so important to you; of course he couldn’t understand it because even if he didn’t hate Barry the way he would do it on the future, he was still not fond of him, having being rivals for so long.

Once you both made it through the door he got up from the chair, moving over to the decanter he kept in the kitchen island and serving himself a drink. You felt awkward, uncomfortable even, this weird anxiety had settled over you, not sure if he was mad or not or how to approach him, but one thing was sure, you needed to solve this because you couldn’t bear the guilt you felt.

“I’ll go take a shower,” you tried to coax him to speak to you more than a few words, to see if he would open up a little.

“Alright” he said, not moving from his position.

If you had any doubts that he was upset they were gone now, he was upset and it didn’t look like he would easy up soon. He could be so temperamental when he felt up to it.

After a shower and a fresh pair of clothes you went to find him. It was already dark outside for what you could see through the skylight. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes close. Coming behind him you wrapped your arms around him, trying to easy some of the tension. Brining your lips to deliver a soft kiss to his temple. He hummed in response, moving his hand to place it on top of the arms you had around him.

You should have known better than to push him further, but against your better judgment or rather lack of, you tested the waters again.

“Can we are least talk about it?” You tried once again. He opened his eyes, before responding.

“Talk about what?” He knew what you were suggesting but he wanted to try and get you to drop it. He was getting irritated at you. He had put up with your comments through the day about how bad you felt for Barry and with Cisco and Caitlin’s sympathy words.

“You know what I am talking about.” You told him running your hands up and down his shoulders.

“I told you to drop it.” He said again closing his eyes as he got up from the sofa and walked away from you.

“I can’t drop it, you promised me!” You walked after him.

“I didn’t promise you anything.” He said.

“Harrison please, there has to be something we can do to help him, a way to free Henry! He is innocent! He shouldn’t have to be locked up for a crime he didn’t commit!” You were raising your voice without realizing it, not loud enough to scream but enough to be noticeable how worked up you were getting over this.

“Harrison” he ignored you. He was tired of your battering.

“Harrison” you said again, stomping your feet against the floor. He was getting progressively madder, he knew how to keep calm, but when it came to you it was difficult. You always made everything he felt feel like a hundred times more elevated.

He wasn’t going to admit it but he was jealous, he was extremely jealous. He was always reminded how Allen was everything he was not. He was good, he was heroic and compassionate, everything you deserved it. He was scare that you would realize this and leave him. He was trying to make you stop the conversation, he didn’t want to keep talking or hear you talk about this, but what made him snap was what you said.

“Barry deserves better.” He had heard you, but in his mind all he heard was I deserve better.

Snapping his head back faster than you could process he looked at you.

“Why can’t you just dropped.” He whispered, getting agitated, you could see the veins in his neck popping.

“Barry deserves better, Barry this, Barry that!” He advanced towards you, red lighting flashing behind his eyes for a moment.

“What do you want from me? To free him and what? Tell me and then what!” He screamed at you, his eyes turning red at his rage, his face momentarily vibrating as he slapped a vibrating hand on the table next to you.

Your eyes widened as you flinched away in fear, he could see the terror you felt in your expression. In this moment he wasn’t your Harrison, he was the reverse flash again, making you feel scare, terrified of him. Falling backwards in shock you could only look up at him as tears filled your eyes and began to spill down your cheeks. Getting up faster than you thought possible you ran to the room, locking yourself in, aware that if he wanted he could phase through the door.

The second his mind cleared he realized what he had done. The expression of pure fear in your face was glued to his mind. He had scared you, hurt you, and now you were hiding from him, now you saw him as the monster he was all over again. He had lost it and now he was aware there was a huge possibility that he had lost you too.

He closed his eyes, breathing in and then out. He took a step towards the door, knocking on it softly while he leaned his forehead against it.

“Y/n, please let me in” he began, not sure what to say now. He rarely apologized or at least he rarely truly apologized.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he cut himself off, he wasn’t sure of what to even say.

“Leave! I don’t want to see you.” You said, trying to sound mad but he could hear the way your voice broke at the end, and it pained him to see you pushing him away, he knew you were crying and he hated himself for a moment. He closed his eyes, thinking the best way to approach this situation. He moved from the door, maybe that’s what he needed to do, give you space and leave for a while.

He left you alone, speeding himself away to the labs, it was late enough that he knew no one would be around, hiding himself in the time vault while he thought over how to make things better or how to move on if you decided to leave. In all honesty he couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do if you left. He had never needed anyone or anything but you had made him dependent on you, he needed you.

He made it back to the house so late at night it could be considered the next day. All the lights were off, he walked over to the bedroom, trying the doorknob to see if it was still locked, to his surprise it was open. The lights were off and as his eyes traveled over the room he found it empty. The bed was made and nothing was out of place, he moved to the bathroom finding it empty, panic began to settle over him at the thought that you were gone. In desperation he gripped the door frame turning his knuckles white before speeding around the house looking for any sign of your presence until he made it to one of the guest bedrooms.

The door was locked, and as he phased through it he found you sleeping under the covers. He could see the shape of you, the way the blankets moved in rhythm with your breathing and he suddenly had flashbacks of the night where everything had changed, when he promised you to stay and to let the man in yellow go. The later was proving harder than he thought. Once again here he was, standing at the foot of the bed, having to fix his mess and having hurt you once again.

He moved over to the side of the bed unoccupied by you, moving the covers softly to see your face; your cheeks flushed and lips swollen, he could see the way your eyelashes were glued together from the tears and he hated himself for being the cause of this. He had been alone so long, he had spend so much time in hate, hating and planning that he had forgotten how to do anything else. How to love, how to feel comfortable around someone else and you had given him that peace and comfort he craved so much but he needed more time to adapt. Fifteen years alone didn’t go by unscarred.

He couldn’t hold in the pain of knowing you didn’t want to be in the same bed as him or even in the same room as him. He was surprised you hadn’t left to your own apartment and maybe that showed him that there was hope after all.

He moved his hand under your neck, moving the covers down with the other to hook his other arm under your knees, lifting you up so slowly as to not wake you up. Once secure on his hold he lifted you up, walking to the room you both always shared when you stayed. He felt you stir in his arms and for a moment he thought you would wake up and demand that he let you go but once you settled against his chest, he moved you to the bed, placing you down and covering you with the blankets. Once you were settled he moved to the bathroom, needing a shower to clear his head.

The sound of the water running woke you up, you could see the stream of light peaking from under the door, this wasn’t the room you had fallen asleep in, Harrison must have moved you here when he came back. You wondered what time it was, it couldn’t be that late if he was showering now. Glancing at the clock it showed 2:55 am, it was later than you had expected and you wondered how long you had been sleeping. The fogginess of your mind dissipated, bringing back the memories of what had happened and why your head hurt so much.

The bathroom door opened, and you watched him come out, walking slowly to not wake you, or at least he thought you were still asleep. He came out only in a white towel, wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and water droplets dripping down his chest all the way down his abs and getting lost in the towel. You could see the way his hips made a v line and a very light happy trail running down from his belly button all the way to disappear under the towel. You had never taken the time to admire his body without him being aware. He walked inside the walk in closet, emerging seconds later with a black shirt and a pair of briefs, his hair still wet and disheveled. He looked over at you, your eyes meeting, neither of you knowing what to say.

He made the first move, moving his hand to the bed slow enough as to not scare you. You watched his hand touch the bed covers, his eyes still on yours, watching for any sign of you flinching or wanting him to leave. He moved his knee next, dipping it in the bed before crawling on it, like an animal ready to hunt its prey down. You lifted yourself on your elbows, sitting up lightly as he got fully on the bed. He moved closer to you, calmly his hand reached for your face, moving a hair out of your cheek.

“Y/n” he tried, not wanting to upset you any further than he already had.

“Please forgive me” he whispered after a pause. Not sure how else to proceed. He was a genius, one of the smartest man of this time and his and somehow when it came to you he was at lost for words. You only looked at him, your eyes cautious at his actions and words, he knew you were watching carefully, not truly knowing when he could snap at you. If he could feel any more miserable than this at the way you were looking at him he would explode. This was a new emotion for him, not being used to having to fix the mistakes he made when it came to people, he always had a plan and his plan never failed, except when he had gotten stranded on this time and that’s the only other time he had ever felt miserable in his life.

“Can I?” He asked softly.

You nodded, not sure what he meant but you were willing to give him a leap of faith.

His hands moved to your waist, trying to bring you closer to him. You let him move you to him, wrapping himself around your form, hiding his face on your neck, breathing you in, trying to memorize your scent.

You were still tense, struggling to relax and extremely aware of everything around you, the way the cold water from his hair would sneak under your shirt, making you shiver. His other hand found your hair, caressing softly your scalp, trying to relax you, his calve found the back of your knee, hooking it and bringing it over his, moving you closer so he could hold you against his chest.

You could feel the sent of his cologne, the beating of his heart, your hand tentatively moved over his side to his back, placing your hand flat against the middle of his shoulder blades.

“I would never hurt you, you know that.” He whispered against your skin.

“I have been alone for so long, I have forgotten what is like having someone to care for other than myself.” He said.

You nodded, running your hand up and down his back. You had gotten into this knowing it wouldn’t be easy. You knew there would be struggles along the way and you had insisted still on wanting to be with him. You couldn’t pretend that he would know how to be with someone this way, after all he was always running, always trying to be better than Barry and everything that he was rotated around the flash.

“Harrison,” you began but he quickly interrupted you.

“Eobard” he said.

“What?” You asked him, frowning your brows in confusion.

“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne.” He said, if he was going to go through with you he needed to tell you, he hated every second you called him Harrison.

“Eobard” you tasted the name on your lips, feeling his hand tighten against your waist at how his name sounded on your lips, oh how he had longed to hear you say it.

You wondered when was the last time someone had called him by his name, and that thought made him seem even lonelier than ever before.

You moved your hands to run over his wet hair, dragging your fingers up his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling him back to look at you. His eyes would never stop to amaze you, so blue, you wanted to drown in them. He looked at you, waiting for you to take the next step; you lowered your lips to his, hovering them over his.

“Never make me cry, ever again.” You whispered over his lips before kissing him.

The moment his lips connected to yours he could feel the speed force ignite within him at his excitement. He thought he would never feel your lips on his again and the moment your hand ran up his back dragging his shirt higher a little, he buzzed, vibrating against you. His lips became dominant, trying to control the kiss as his tongue glided between your teeth. You could feel the way his breathing became harsher, quicker as his fingers wrapped tightly at the base of your neck before moving up and wrapping harshly around your hair with enough pressure to hurt.

Opening your mouth he took the opportunity to smooth the flat of his tongue against yours in a possessive manner, gripping tightly at your waist with his free hand. His lips moved down your jaw to your neck, his teeth sinking in the curve of your shoulders as he sucked at the skin, making you moan and roll your head back, he sucked until he was sure there was going to be a mark there tomorrow, running his tongue flat over it as an apology, he moved to the spot over it, higher on your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, he loved the way you moaned; he knew how much you loved when he kissed your neck, how it riled you up.

Your hand shot to the top of his head, trying to pull him back but he only bit you harder before kissing the skin. The hand on your waist moved under your shirt, running it aggressively over the skin, moving it up, his fingers grazing the curve of your breast before he moved it back down again. You gripped at his shoulders, digging your nails hard against his shirt, he growled over your mouth before lowering it and kissing you, grinding his hip against you, making himself buzz in anticipation.

His hand moved to your thigh, gripping at the skin and moving his hand up to the bottom of your shirt, grabbing it and taking it off you. He wanted to feel your skin against his, he was desperate to feel all of you in a way he couldn’t explain with words, you made all of him so excited he couldn’t control it making him literally vibrate against you. His hand moved to your breast squeezing them before they moved up to grab the sides of your face while he kissed you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, he was so hard it had to hurt, your hand moved to the hem of his shirt to take it off.

His hand moved down your back to your underwear, dragging them down your ass and pulling them fast down your legs. His thumb ran over your entrance, coating it on your wetness and making him moan at the sensation as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. He pushed his finger inside, feeling you warm around him, his breathing was becoming erratic just by thinking how good it would feel when it was his cock inside.

“Eobard.” You moaned against him and he thought he had come at the pleasure he felt hearing his name come off your lips.

“Come on, I need you” you urged him, and had this been at any other moment he would have probably teased you more but he was just dying to be inside of you.

He moved your leg over his hip, both of you still on your sides; his hand quickly pulled his boxers down letting his cock free, he wrapped his hand around it, he was so hard he could feel how painful it was becoming, he stroked himself once before moving his hips slightly up and lining himself on your entrance, pushing inside.

He hid his face in the curve of your neck, moaning into your skin as his teeth gritted together, a strangled noise leaving his throat as all of him seated within you. Your arms wrapped around his head, holding him while his held the sides of your back near your waist. One of his hands moved down to your hip gripping it as he started thrusting into you. He started hard and deep, grunting in unison with your moans as he pushed down your hip to make him go deeper.

He kissed the skin of your neck, nipping while he fucked you to hide his own grunts and moans, he was getting close and the noises your pussy made every time his cock entered you were about to send him over the edge. He started to vibrate himself, trying to make you come faster, every time his hips met yours you could feel the vibrations on your clit and as he thrusted faster you could feel yourself getting closer.

He speeded up when he felt you begin to tighten around him, mewling at the sensation of your walls pulsating around him. His hand moved gown your back to the curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he started to come, his movement faltering as he held you in place, coming inside of you, his thrusts barely there but you could still feel him softly moving against you as he came down from his high.

His breathing returned back to normal fairly quickly, he looked back up at you, moving enough to peck your lips. He moved back down and buried his face in between your breast, kissing the skin before settling himself in that position for the night. Your fingers played with his hair, your eyes shutting close as you both remained tangled, sleeping through the night, together. He held you tighter, relieved that he had you here, safe in his arms, swearing to himself that he would never hurt you again, he fell asleep after he felt your breathing evening out and was sure you were asleep, planting a soft kiss to your skin before closing his eyes.

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“Slow” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Author’s note: This is pure smut no plot or anything, thank you so much to @harrisonwellsisdaddy for giving this wings and to everyone in discord who feeds the thirst trap.

WARNING: Smut. Please don’t read if under 18.

Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.

Rain poured from the sky as he carried you, speeding you to a safe place. It had gone horribly wrong. The plan was for you to leave before he had let the meta-human out of the cell, but of course you had come back and had ended up caught up in the mix. Luckily it was a minor injury, a sprained wrist from being thrown against a wall, but even if you were some sort of an inconvenience, it was on him that you had gotten hurt.

You were still jittery and nervous around him, ever since finding out who he really was. Obviously he had threatened you to shut your mouth up but even as he hated to admit it the look of terror and the tears in your eyes that day had touched him. Before you had found out about him, you had gone on a date, the two of you. He didn’t want to, he tried to shrug you off but you were so persistent and so sweet to him that he had ended up agreeing, there had been sexual tension between both of you, with you always admiring who Harrison Wells was and him being alone for so long and trying to keep you on check had made him grow fond of you. Of course all of that went to hell when you discovered him.

Once he made it through the door with you in his arms he laid you in his sofa, you were soaking wet and he was trying to check your injury. After wrapping your wrist up you had tried to leave, but he wasn’t having it, you were to stay put until that meta-human was caught again.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked as he observed you.

“Since you are planning to keep me here, can I please have a shower? I am cold and uncomfortable.” You told him, avoiding his gaze as you had done since finding out.

Guiding you to the very luxurious bathroom, he handed you a black sweater of his to wear while your clothes dried. His bathroom was huge, a glass panel shower and very extravagant mirror on the walls. He probably loved looking at himself.

After getting cleaned up and drying yourself you grabbed the sweater. It was long enough to cover your ass and fall right before your knees, and loose enough to be comfortable. Opening the door he was right in front of it, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

He took you in, the way his clothes fitted you, your bare legs and the way your checks warmed up. Guiding you back to the sofa he reapplied the bandage to your arm, he sat in the end of the sofa, while you laid across it, the fireplace was lighted up to warm you up. Your feet grazed his lap and by instinct you tried to retract them away from him but he was faster and grabbed them, moving them over his lap while looking at the fire, his expression unreadable.

Out of boredom his fingers started caressing your leg, rubbing up and down, never going farther away than your knee. Turning on your back so you could look at him you spoke for the first time in a while without him having to prompt you.

“I wish I hadn’t found out, I am sure we could have been great together, I wanted it to work so bad.”

“I wish you hadn’t either. I didn’t want you, I didn’t want to go out with you, I knew it would only complicate things. But you were so pushy, so sweet and I couldn’t refuse you.” He said still looking at the fire.

“You weren’t supposed to find out like this. Ever since that date we had you became stuck in my mind, I would observe you, wondering how I could have allowed you to screw up my plans so easily.” He finished.

“I always wondered what it would have felt like to kiss you.” In a moment of bravery you admitted. “I wondered how soft your hair was, or how you smelled, but none of that matters now.” You finish looking away to the fire.

Why did you had to tell him that, it was stupid to admit now, suddenly shame came over you and you wished you could just crawl under a bed and hide. Even if he was evil and twisted you still liked him, he still made you nervous and jittery.

His eyes trailed to your form, taking in the way your head was looking to the side, you jawline defined with the light of the fire and your neck exposed as your chest fell and rose softly. He moved your legs out of the way, and as if by instinct, as if a force beyond himself was moving him by command he started to crawl over you. Your head snapped in his direction as your knee lifted up to his abdomen to stop him out of nerves, forgetting that there was no underwear under your shirt. His eyes flickered for half a second down as a smirk played on his lips. Quickly you pushed the sweater down again in case anything had been revealed.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him warily.

“What does it seem like I’m doing?” He replied, moving his hands up your knee to grab it and move it to the side.

His arms came at either side of your head, the space cramped in the sofa. He wasn’t thinking straight and neither were you, but as you looked into his eyes and yours flickered to his lips only one thought crossed your mind.

He moved his lips to yours, softly, tasting you and seeing if you would push him away. Breaking the kiss he moved back, only for your hand to shoot up to his hair and bring him back down again. Kissing him deeply this time, he ran his tongue flat against your lips, asking you to open your mouth. He tasted all of you, exploring you, while his hand rested on your thighs. His lips moved to your jawline, kissing and moving down your neck, leaving love marks and sucking on the skin, making you moan while he bit into it, rubbing his tongue over it after.

He was making you a moaning mess under him, your skin was warm and the way it tasted was driving him insane. He wanted to touch more of you, to feel you. But the moment his hands moved up your thighs his body couldn’t contain the excitement anymore, making him vibrate all of him like the first time he had become a speedster, every cell in his body too excited to be contained, his eyes illuminated red for a second at the same time thunder roared through the sky, making you open your eyes and push your hand against his chest, your heart beating out of your chest.

He was moving too fast, your mind had been able to trick you into thinking that this was the man you knew but the moment he vibrated and his eyes illuminated you were aware who he really was, what he represented and what he could do.

“I’m sorry I just,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing, but you didn’t want to push him away. You just needed him to go slower.

“Can you,” you swallowed avoiding his eyes. “Can you just take it slower?” You finished while avoiding his eyes.

“Are you sure?” He was making sure you were okay with this, he could be a lot of things but he would never force you into something you didn’t want.

“Yes I am, I am just nervous, I honestly never thought this situation would happen.” You continued and to prove him you were serious you slowly moved his head back down to kiss him.

The hand on your thigh remained still while his lips kissed you softly, moving slowly down your neck again, kissing and nipping at the skin. His other hand tangled in your hair while his forearm held him up over you. He ran his tongue up your neck to your ear, biting the earlobe softly, making you squirm under him and moan at the feeling. He took his time working you to relax, kissing your lips, your neck, making you forget what plagued your mind.

Your hands moved over his abdomen to the hem of his shirt, running them under you could feel his skin, the muscles of his abdomen tensing up at the effort of holding him up. You grabbed on the hem of it and moved it up his body, signaling for him to take it off. He lifted himself momentarily off of you and removed it, moving back down to kiss you, when his mouth left yours and he moved to your neck you opened your eyes to admire his shoulder and his back, from this angle you could see the curve of his ass through his pants.

Your hands ran down his back, feeling his skins, his muscles, while the hand on your thigh started to move up, slowly as he worked harder on your neck. His fingers felt the softness of your skin, moving higher until they reached your hip. Once his fingers grazed over your hip bone, the realization that you didn’t have any underwear on made his cock twitch in his pants as a growl escaped him against your skin. His hand moved up the side of your stomach, until it reached your breast, squeezing it softly and grinding his hips into you out of pure need to feel you, to get some relief. He was making you a mess but he was a mess himself, desperate for some friction.

His hand moved back down, grabbing the hem of the sweater and lifting it over your body, exposing you completely to him. He threw the piece of clothe somewhere behind you and moving back down to kiss you, his mouth running lower to your breast, kissing the soft skin of one while his hand caressed the other, you were so soft, so delicious. He was going to explode in his pants if he didn’t go inside of you soon.

Your hands found the button of his pants, opening them slowly. His hand helped yours to remove his pants, getting his briefs out of the way too letting his cock free. He kissed you while his hand moved to your thigh, running up to your ass, squeezing it roughly and opening your leg to fit himself in between, he was too desperate to wait much longer, his hand moving down to feel you, the moment his fingers grazed your entrance and felt how wet you were he almost came.

Moving his cock to your entrance he moved it through your folds, letting you soak his head before he positioned it against your entrance, pushing slowly to let you adjust since he hadn’t stretched you beforehand with his fingers. When he was halfway inside he broke the kiss, growling into your mouth at the way you squeezed him, making his whole self vibrate of pure pleasure.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, scratching down his back when he was fully inside of you, scratching him down while you took a moment to adjust to his size. He started moving slowly, going almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, making you moan and move your head back, he felt so good and full. His hand found your leg and he hooked it over his hip, giving him a better angle to enter you.

His hand rested on your waist, holding you in place while you squirmed under him, his half lidded eyes taking in your face as you moaned for him, it was taking all of him not to snap his hips against yours at full speed and fuck you into oblivion, he shouldn’t want to come this fast into it but you were maddening him. He moved to your neck, kissing you and marking your skin, making you get closer, while he speeded up his movement, holding your leg higher up his hip and squeezing it harshly. His body started to vibrate, not being able to contain the excitement of his fast approaching orgasm and every time his hips connected to yours the vibrations would go straight to your clit, making you arch your back into him. You were close, so close, feeling the knot tightening up in your stomach.

He felt himself about to come, moving deeper as his hip connected to yours, feeling you tighten around him as your orgasm hit you, making him feel impossibly tight. His hand moved to your chin, keeping you in place as he watched you come, your eyes half lidded staring into his red glowing eyes as he tried to keep his face from breaking down while he came, failing miserably as he came deep inside of you, closing his eyes and opening his mouth while throwing his head back.

Once out of your high he switched you, letting you lay on top of him while he played with your back, both of you looking at the fire while you grew sleepy, soon falling asleep on his chest.

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Way Down We Go.

Harrison Eo Wells x reader.

Little drabble I was working on for this week.

Oh the angels tell me, we get what we deserve. And way down we go.

The candles burned in the dark, the flicker of fire illuminating the wine glasses around you. It was too late now, he knew, he knew even if he pretended to have no clue as to what the situation was. Your eyes adverting his, your hands neatly folded over your lap, nowhere near his, where they usually where, where they belonged. His eyes danced over the fire, his predatory gaze reimagining a demon about to take his next soul.

“Eobard, isn’t it…” His name escaped you, like a prayer half whispered to the gods, flying across the table. His eyebrow raised at the sentence, his back straightened, his demeanor changed, the blue of his eyes no longer resembled the warm ocean you knew but more the ice sea that would consume your soul. The game was over, no longer either of you playing, and in reality, you were too aware it had never been a game, not a fair one at least, he had always known your next move even before you had birthed the thought.

A hand reached for his face, long fingers curling around the glasses he always wore, removing them from his face before throwing them on the table like a mask being taken off, and you had to wonder how could you had been so blind as to not see it before. The air caught in your lungs, suddenly it seemed as if water had invaded them, leaving you drowning in pain.

“It was you all along” You breathed out, chocking on spit and unshed tears. He only nodded, not deeming the moment worthy of words. The silence around you felt suffocating until he decided to speak.

“I have been wondering all night, how long it would take for you to break,” He stopped, the tone of his voice could be mistaken for joy, his eyes scanning over your face in thought. “It seems you have lasted more than I expected love.” His lips finished, his eyes taking in the way the name took a death grip of your throat, choking any words down.

Trembling feet carried you to him, knees hitting the floor halfway before reaching him. You knelt down in front of the devil.

Even angels had the most devilish thoughts.

“I loved you,” you spat out hoarsely, tears running down your face. “And it repulses me.” You finished, the pain of saying those words visible in your lips.

Your eyes met his, only to be met by mock, the shadow of lightning dancing on them. His laughter filled the void, dark, cooling the temperature. Fear threatened to show behind your eyes as you lowered them. Feet touched the floor as long legs mounted a stance, ripping himself away from the chair. Teasingly, he stalked towards your bowing figure before halting, towering over you. His grin faltered, replaced with a look of disgusted delight.

“Then you must show me just how much you love me.”

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“A Show for Wells” Eobard Thawne x reader

Warning: smut, voyeurism.

Author’s note: I actually got really into this when I started writing it, the idea for the middle got spicy fast. I hope you enjoy it! @tacowells101

Gif credits to the owner.

Eobard had only joined the New Reich in an attempt to gain access to Earth 1, he didn’t care for their cause or their beliefs, he was only in for himself. That’s how he met you, you were one of the prisoners they kept around for the Führer to entertain himself with, but when Eobard saw you he couldn’t help himself, you were the doppelgänger of who he once had been obsessed with, back when he was Harrison Wells.

He had taken you from there and kept you at his side, taking care of you and you were so grateful for him saving your life you had stayed by his side through thick and thin. He had given you the freedom to build yourself up and even when he didn’t ask you to stay with him through his work with the New Reich, you still had stayed instead of escaping to a new life, because you loved him. He was cold, petty and calculating but it didn’t matter to you, he was still the light in your eyes.

Eobard didn’t care that you had stayed, or he told himself he didn’t but he was obsessed with you. Everything about you made him weak, pathetic, he needed you and he wanted you at his side forever, he didn’t want to lose you again after he had lost your doppelgänger; you made him feel bulletproof, when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see hate, disgust, betrayal, he saw love, compassion, lust. You were enthralled by everything he was, he commanded your every wish and desires. He made sure you would never leave his side, he married you, binding you to him forever. You were by his side when they planned the invasion to Earth 1, you knew how important it was for him to see this Flash, even if you didn’t know what he meant to Eobard.

You had warned him about the dangers of working with the Führer, it was you who told him to be careful, to be aware that this man would lose his focus and derail the plan. Eobard knew you were smart, he never took your words lightly, you had a way of commanding him around like no one he had ever seen, you were feisty, dominant, and he loved you for it.

The team had successfully made it to Earth 1, Eobard had been very adamant on you staying put on the ship until they had secured the labs and sent the others to Earth X. Once the lab was successfully taken over, Eobard came to get you out of the ship, speeding you to the lab while the rest of them finished settling order. You had never been to the STAR labs, but Eo had told you about it, about how he had in a way gotten used to working with Cisco and the team, how in that moment in time he hadn’t hated Barry as much as he wished.

Stumbling to the cortex he turned you around, taking advantage that it was only the two of you on that area of the labs. His lips found yours in a chaste kiss while his hands went around your waist.

“I have a surprise for you.” He mumbled over your ear, running his hand down to squeeze your thigh.

“Mmm, what can it be?” Your voice sounded sultry, seducing him to you.

“Oh you are going to love it, trust me” he smirked before holding you and speeding you down to the pipeline.

When the door opened there was only a single cell on display, inside was locked up Harrison Wells, or Earth 2 Harrison Wells, a perfect copy of your husband. Eobard could see the way his doppelgänger eyes had widened at your presence, he knew this Harrison had the same fascination he had had with your doppelgänger and frankly he couldn’t resist bothering him.

He walked behind you as you observed his double, bringing his hands around your waist and kissing the side of your neck, loving the way Harry’s eyes widened and his breathing quickened, he was getting to him, making him mad.

Your eyes closed as Eo’s kisses became harsher, he bit down on the skin making a moan escape out of you, making sure to keep eye contact with the other Wells, his hand started trailing up your leg, feeling the smooth skin, he was rejoicing himself in the way Harry’s eyes followed his movements, the pain and contradiction of looking away or not evident on his face.

His other hand trailed up under your shirt, moving up to pass over your breast, your head resting on his shoulders as his kisses and love bites became harder.

“Why are you doing this Thawne?” Harry growled at him, he didn’t want to look anymore but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even if you weren’t the y/n he knew it was too real to him, everything about you was exactly like your double.

“Let’s say I’m kind enough to offer you some entertainment while we wait and if you are liking this, you will love the next part.” He confessed before his hand moved under your skirt, his fingers grazing your wetness, hooking under the elastic of your underwear and pulling it down your legs, he knew you didn’t mind going this far, he knew you were enjoying the show you were putting on for the man when his fingers dipped in your entrance and he felt the wetness running down them.

His hand moved behind you, and Harry assumed he was unbuttoning his pants, he could see Thawne’s hand move in a stroking motion, he new what was coming next when his hand moved to your hip and he angled you flush against him. He didn’t want to look anymore, he could easily turn around but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your face, he saw the way your face contorted in pleasure the moment Thawne’s hips moved forward, rubbing against you and he felt pain in his chest even if you weren’t his y/n.

Eobard’s hand grasped his cock, pushing the tip to part your folds as he groaned in your shoulder, he pushed inside, making you moan as his head started to stretch you out the further it went. You moaned for him, your hand moving up behind his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling it lightly as he set his pace. In a particular hard thrust you lost your balance, making you move your hand to lean against Harry’s cell, your eyes opened briefly, locking with his through the glass, you could see the agony and pleasure mix together in his eyes, making you smirk in his direction.

Eobard moved his other hand up the front of your leg, his fingers vibrating as he moved them up until they connected with your center, he could feel the way you clenched around him, loving the sweet sound of your voice when you called his name and moaned as he drove himself deeper and harder into you.

“I’m so close” You whispered, turning your head to plant as kiss on the side of his face.

Your face contorted in pleasure as your orgasm hit you, your half lidded eyes looking at the other Wells, you were loving his face, the torment and desire mixed together. Eobard’s thrust faltered, becoming sloppy as he came, he turned you around, kissing your lips softly before guiding you out of the pipeline, he turned around before closing the door, looking one more time at his doppelgänger, a smirk planted on his face.

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Writing’s On The Wall

Harrison Eo Wells x Reader

Chapter 3- A View To A Kill

I made the moodboard, I edited and found the photos. I don’t mind if you use it as long as you tag me.

Rain drops fall through the sky, the subtle noise filling the silence consuming the house. Suspicion grows within him, when the door opens his eyes travel the expanse of the entrance, the moonlight coming through the skylight seem to be the main source of light as all the other ones are dimmed low, setting a soft ambience, reflecting that of romance. He wheels himself further inside, his eyebrows furrow in curiosity, he doesn’t see you anywhere around, making him wonder why you would be out this late at night.

The deaf silence is interrupted by the faint sound of water running, it’s almost imperceptible but he hears it over the rain. This is his chance to stretch his legs, to burn some of the speed cursing through his veins begging to be released. As he walks up to the decanter on the kitchen island with a drink in mind, his eyes catch the door at the end of the hallway, the one that leads to your room. The need to roll his eyes at himself feels to strong to resist, making him puff out a breath of frustration that seems to appear every time your presence grazes his mind. He walks up to the counter, grabbing the first glass he sees and serving the liquor into it, inhaling the scent before bringing the rim to his lips. His mind races against his will and suddenly the sound of the running water seems to loud and too important. He rolls his eyes, already knowing where this is going before the thought is born.

His eyes find the door again, trying to burn through it, taking an innocent peak inside. He knows himself, it wouldn’t be innocent and it wouldn’t be a peak. He clears his throat, trying to calm his suddenly raising pulse at the simple idea of what lays behind, the indecisive nature of curiosity burning him from the inside out, making him take a split second decision before he can change his mind. Mounting a stance his feet move at their own accord, he feels the crack of electricity as he speeds himself past the door. Once inside he looks around, he hasn’t been here since you started occupying it, not that he would visit it very often but somehow he noticed the details that weren’t there before, just as he notices the discarded clothes laying around, he hears movement coming from the other side of the bathroom door, his eyes snap against the wood as he walks in its direction, his hand grazing the end of the bed, his fingers tangling in a black garment, his eyes momentarily examine it before his hand brings it to his nose against all of his will, as if moving on their own as a way of punishing him, his nostrils filling with the scent of your perfume, one he wishes he could hate as much as he hates you, but instead it weakens him, catching himself a second before a moan can escape his mouth.

He throws the piece of clothing back to the bed before closing the distance to the door, his fingertips caressing the wood as he touches his forehead against it, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath before committing to the torment it will bring him, as if he was a dead man walking, ready to enter the execution chamber. He phases himself, slotting his body in perfect symmetry with the wall, hiding himself perfectly from your view. His eyes land on the fogged glass door hiding you from him, he can still make out the shape of your body, the contour of your curves and the color of your skin. His breath hitches involuntarily the moment your body faces him, he sees your hands, traveling up your leg, moving closer and closer to the inside of your thigh and he looks away before he can see it reach its destination, feeling as if he may never recover from something like that. Ire fills him once again as the air becomes tense around him, his hands fisting at his sides, fury consumes him at the realization that he doesn’t have any control over his body, he can’t control the reaction you bring out of him. Everything he is, everything he has, has been taken by you and the thought alone makes him see red.

He leaves the room before he looses all of the sanity he has left, speeding to the living room he grabs the armrest of his chair, speeding it with him inside of his room, where he can lock the door and breath for the first times since he entered the bathroom. He whips around, and in two long strides he is standing in front of his bed, his hand wraps around the back of his neck, as his eyes close and his breathing quickens. He can’t, he can’t do this for much longer, he will break or he will break you, the thought of which could happen first tearing him down a little more, he is terrified for the first time in a long time at how easily he is loosing control.

His fingers trail down his neck, the room suddenly feels too hot, his finger hooks on the edge of the collar before pulling it, allowing some air to travel down his chest, he can feel the heat rising, the warmth taking over and the temptation to calm himself down feels the same way water would feel if he had been deserted in the sun for years. Only two more days before he can rid himself of you, he reminds himself. He drops the collar of his sweater back down, the movement allowing the trapped poison of your perfume to invade his nostrils, intoxicating him, only adding kindle to the fire in his pants while the thought of how it would smell on your skin runs through his mind, how would his nose feel running up and down the curve your neck, inhaling you in, as his lips would follow close behind, feeling the warmth of it.

He snaps his eyes open, walking to the bathroom in a hurried step, opening the faucet and splashing some cold water onto his neck and face, he needs to calm down. He is a man, not a teenage boy with a crush who he pretends to hate to gain the affection of. He doesn’t have time for distractions such as lust. Taking in a deep breath to stabilize his nerves, he looks at the reflection in the mirror, a habit he seems to be acquiring, he need to remind himself who he is. After a couple of minutes he leaves his room, wheeling himself into the kitchen, hoping to settle into some resemblance of normality that he so desperately craves.

Your voice breaks the quietness of the place, echoing off the marble countertops, Harrison’s name sounds so foreign in your mouth as you greet him, uttering words he doesn’t care to listen to. He offers you some generic answer while his eyes scan the area surrounding you, a movement you seem to catch on.

“I thought I could make us both dinner, as a thank you for your kindness.” He can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or idiotic but he doesn’t care for either, he doesn’t want to have dinner with you, but he knows there’s a façade to maintain and he can’t blow it all simply because he hates you.

“There’s no need to bother,” he begins to say before you interrupt him, making him purse his lips in a tight line.

“No, no I insist is the least I could do.” You persist and at this point he prefers to humor you.

“Fine, thank you.” He says, gesturing with his hand while his lips offer you the resemblance of a smile.

He notices the way you look through the cabinets, how some things are out of your reach and worry fills him at the thought that you may wonder how he reaches them himself. The thought never crosses your mind, he sees you going about, too busy in your own head to notice the way his eyes linger on your form, on the curve of your back, the nape of your neck. The silence feels asphyxiating, the air is too thick to breathe. Clearing his throat he moves his eyes away from you, waiting to see if he can get your attention.

“Would you mind if I play on some music?” He asks nonchalant, trying to pretend to be pleased and content, which he is failing massively at, to care for your opinion.

“Not at all, go ahead.” Comes your easy reply, your eyes never connecting with his as your hands are too busy moving things around.

The melody begins to play through the house speakers as he taps the tablet attached to his chair, he notices the way your head snaps up and moves in his direction as the classical strings of a violin begin to play.

“I thought you hated classical music, I don’t remember ever seeing you listening to it.” You comment, the accusation innocent in nature, almost as a curious observation, but it only triggers a fight response in him, a wild animal injured and defensive.

“Well it seems you don’t know me at all.” Comes his response, a pretentious smile playing on his lips as the proudness of finally having send a blow your way fills him.

“Yeah… I guess it has been a long time.” Your quiet reply finds his ears and suddenly his short lived victory doesn’t feel as sweet as he expected it to.

A quiet silence falls over you both, the only sound that can be heard is the quiet hum of the food, the soft smell of ingredients lingering in the air. His eyes move about the room, trying to stop themselves from lingering in you too much as the images of your body flashes through his mind, he feels the shadow of excitement beginning to grow on him and he needs to take control of it before it drags him through the roads of hell.

The food is served, in any other circumstances he would have enjoyed it, probably even commented on the preparation, but the most he can muster is a thank you, followed by it looks delicious. He plays around with his fork before bringing some to his mouth, he sees the way your fingers awkwardly move over the table, flickering softly over the surface as you look anywhere but him. Finally some courage seems to fill you as the question that had been nagging you all day comes out to the light.

“I was wondering,” you begin, catching his attention which makes him look at you through the top of his glasses. His face remains calm, neutral, not giving away any detail as to how he may be feeling.

“I noticed there’s no pictures of you, or Tess anywhere.” You complete the sentence, spitting it out, resembling a scare deer about to be hit by a truck, with fear and uncertainty.

He needs to think of his answer for a moment, knowing he had never prepared one since there was no one who was supposed to ever see this far into the house.

“I,” he begins, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes in what may seem like pain at the memories but in reality is frustration and hate waiting to explode out and scream.

“I can’t bear to look at them, to look at her everyday,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, putting on that performance he knows you will buy, the act of the pained husband, suffering everyday for the loss of his life.

“I can’t look at her everyday and know I will never have her back.” He says, pretending to choke on his voice. Your eyes soften, sudden guilt penetrates you at your indiscretion. Of course he would miss her, he loved her, the words of Christina echos through your mind, how she mention she didn’t even see pain on his eyes in the funeral, but this, right here shows you how much he hurts, how pained he his just at the memory of her.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You hurriedly say, trying to soften the blow.

“No it’s okay.” He wipes his hands across his eyes, pretending to dry the imaginary tears threatening to escape. He will do anything to sell you his act.

“Which reminds me, I have something to show you.” You excitedly exclaim, getting up from the table without even acknowledging him or excusing yourself, how inconsiderate of you. Even though he knows he is being a brat himself.

He hears your footsteps approaching the dining room, hurried steps as you approach him, holding something in your hand.

“I found it at home while doing some cleaning.” He sees the way your eyes shine with emotion as you offer him the item, kneeling down next to him as your eyes look up at his face, waiting for his reaction; it seems to be some kind of tacky bracelet, it’s silver, with a four leaf clover. What kind of bracelet is this? He wonders, knowing he could never have such a bad taste to pick something so horrendous.

“It’s… nice,” he looks at it, pretending to be interested he grabs it from your hands, your fingers brushing momentarily and he has to hold back the flicker of speed he feels forming at the contact.

“You don’t remember this?” He hears the disappointment in your voice, he is walking on eggshells here.

“You gave it to me, you brought it back for me, from your honeymoon with Tess.” You explain, and he feels the shakiness that has taken over your voice.

“Yes, you are right, forgive me, my memory seems… to trick me.” He is trying to save the situation but he doubts you will be satisfied.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” You tell him in a hurry, taking the bracelet out of his fingers.

“I will retire for the night.” You continue as you walk over to your plate, taking it and moving it to the kitchen, he notices the way your demeanor changes, how you seem almost saddened that he doesn’t remember it, and instead of bringing him joy, it only annoys him further and not for the reason he wishes it did.

“Good night.” He nods, as his eyes follow your form as you sprint to your room. He sights, removing his glasses for good and throwing them on the table, he is fucking up big time, he is loosing focus and he is two steps behind in this checkmate, he is aware he is the one that made the mistake second to last.

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Writing’s On The Wall. Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Casino Royale - Chapter 6

Author’s note: I kinda don’t like this chapter but I have redone it way too many times. Let me know what you think!

I have been here before, but I always hit the floor…

His hands find his face in the solace of the bathroom, his mind punishing him for his recklessness, the one he knows he can’t afford. He sighs once again, too aware of what is coming next, too aware of the fact that behind that door is you. He curses the moment he decided one room is what was more logical, the only way he had to keep you in check, to make sure you behave yourself. His lungs struggle to function, he feels a thirst withing him he knows no amount of air or water would be able to satisfy. His eyes close, allowing his mind to transport him to that moment he keeps playing like a broken record over and over again. His arms wrapped around your frame, his nose on your hair, his body shielding yours from the danger before he had been able to get a grip of himself and rip his body away from yours. He wants that warmth back, he wants the feel of skin he craves so much, the one he has denied himself for far too long under the pretenses of revenge.

I have spent a lifetime running, but I always get away.

The door opens, the room is empty but he can still hear you going about on the adjacent living room the suite provides, his feet feel heavy, his body suddenly too numb and he feels on a haze, the room could be spinning for all he knows as he moves towards you, your back facing him, he is so silent he is certain you don’t even know how close he really is too losing it all, how close he is to you. His hand raises, his eyes close, he wants to touch you, to feel the softness of your hair, to breath you in, but he won’t, he won’t, he won’t allow himself the weakness of the sinners. He can feel the air tightening around him, he sees you slowly lift your head, holding still for a second before you begin to turn around, only to find him long gone, the ghost of his eyes on your neck still lingering on.

Could you bleak my hope?

A breath escapes your lips, your eyes moving around the room taking in every detail, the extravagant curtains falling to the floor, covering the windows and any light that might pray inside. The floor is wooden, the crackle of the fireplace reflecting off the wood. The room is warm, contrasting with the freezing cold outside. It’s darker and way too elegant for what you are accustomed, but it seems Eobard only deals in diamonds. He has been gone since both of you arrived, he had insisted that under no circumstances were you going to have your own room, he doesn’t trust you, and even knowing he doesn’t have a way of watching you, you don’t doubt he would know if you as so much try to leave. Thinking about him has made your body remember the feeling of his body wrapped around yours, his hands on your waist, his chin on your head as his body had shielded yours. Warmth spreading through you at the memory, amplifying the fear to face him now, fearing he will be able to read right through you, to see just how much his closeness has affected you. As if on cue, the door to the room opens, his form wheeling in, and the moment the door closes he raises, like a phoenix raising from the ashes, his eyes falling on you.

The silence feels deafening, the tension is thick, neither of you willing to move or speak, sweat accumulates in the back of your neck, he suddenly seems too tall, the shadows of the fire casting shapes behind his form.

“Are you hungry?” He asks without raising his voice.

Your mouth feels dry, a nod being the closest you can manage to a reply. He nods after you, signaling that he will get you both food, no doubt a place this nice would have room service. Once the food arrives you feel unable to eat, its not necessarily his presence in the other side of the table that is killing your appetite but the tension you can’t help but feel now whenever he is too close to you.

“You seem to have something on your mind” His voice brings you back from your thoughts, he seems relaxed, almost as if he is enjoying this.

“Will you tell me if I ask?” Your eyebrow raises in his direction as the words leave your mouth.

“It depends on how generous I am feeling at the moment.” His reply is blunt, the shadow of a smile playing on his lips.

“Then I don’t think I would ever get anything out of you.” You say, your hands moving the glass of wine close to your lips, your eyes blinking one too many times.

“Who knows, I have been told I am a pretty generous man.” He says, a smirk fully displaying on his face now. His answer only serves as kindle to the warmth firing within your body, clearing your throat your eyes focus on the glass in front of you.

“How are you so fast, are you like the Flash?” At the mention of the speedster his smirk falters for a second, his hand finds the neck of his glass, wrapping his fingers around it, swirling it on its spot.

“Some would say I am the reverse.” He says before going quiet; that seems like the only reply you will get out of him on the matter, but by the way his eyes shine and the way his voice turns bitter you doubt he is too fond of the hero.

“Why are you lying?” He knows you refer to his life, to the way he is lying about his persona, he thinks for second only to humor you, knowing already the answer to the question.

“That is something you don’t need to know.” His eyes move to you, they have turn cold, unforgiving, he won’t tell you what you want to know, suddenly he doesn’t seem so generous anymore.

“You are just playing games.” Annoyance can be heard in your voice.

“I am playing a game and trust me you don’t want to play those stakes with me.” A scoff filters through his words.

“I hate you.” Your tone turns harsh as your body pushes the chair away from the table, your patience suddenly gone.

“Now who are you trying to convince, you or me?” He adds, adding salt to the wound, reminding you how hours ago you had cling to his clothes begging him not to let you go once the glass had fallen around you both.

“Why do you hate me so much?” The question leaves you without a second thought, turning your body completely around to face him.

“I don’t hate you at all.” His tone seems sincere, his eyes soften for a moment and his attitude only confuses you more. He gets up from the chair, his legs carrying him closer to you. You should get away, move away from him but the familiarity of his face keeps you frozen in place, the strange feeling of knowing something so unknown as him. He moves closer, the warmth of his body invading your space, the scent of his cologne intoxicating your senses. His hand raises, softly touching the skin on your naked arm, testing the waters to see if you will flee, your eyes following the movements of his fingers. Your lips part as he moves closer, your hand darting out to rest against his chest, not pushing him back but holding him in place, making him suck in a breath at the contact.

His throat thickens around a swallow, the space between you both seems to be closing; the hand on your arm moves slowly, snaking its way to your back, his fingers softly caressing the skin of your waist. Moving your head up your eyes fall on his, softly looking down on you, vulnerable and tormented. His hand squeezes your skin before moving up, almost burying itself inside of your body. His nostrils flare, air abandoning him as he moves closer, his face lowering close to yours, a shadow of red lingering behind the white of his eyes. The movement is so soft it may had not happen at all, but his eyes close, his nose brushes against your cheek, lowering to your jaw as he breaths you in, his body reacting to your scent like a drug destroying him from the inside. Your eyes close, out of instinct you turn your face, opening your mouth but no sound comes out, the burning of desire consuming you, the need to feel his lips graze the flesh of your neck, and almost as if a higher power had heard you, he traces the sharpness of your jaw with his lips, the feeling of him sending goosebumps over your skin. But just as the spell is casted it is broken, he gets a grip of himself and moves away, turning around instantly, his hand moving to his hair, running it through it while a sigh leaves his lips. You swallow, a feeling of emptiness coming over you, faster than what you expected you turn around, making a run for the door that separates the bedroom from the sitting area.

How do I live? How do I breathe? When you are not here I am suffocating.

Neither of you speak after the incident, the only time you cross paths is when he goes into the bathroom after you finish your bath. There is still the unspoken topic of the room only having one bed. You had decided to take the couch, waiting patiently for him to come out of the bathroom. Just as you are about to leave the room the door opens, the fog of the hot water escaping through, water droplets falling off his hair, trailing down his face, getting lost under the collar of his shirt. Your mouth opens and closes, not sure how to proceed, how to look him in the eye after the moment you both shared. He seems to be able to read you, to know what is going on through your mind when he speaks.

“You take the bed; I will sleep in the couch.” He says, and you frankly don’t have the energy to argue with him, nodding softly in agreement.

“Goodnight.” His tone is firm, he doesn’t linger in the room, his eyes never stop on your form.

“Goodnight.” Your whisper back, unsure of what else to say as he walks away, the muscles of his back visible through the shadows of his clothes.

But I feel like a storm is coming…

It’s long after midnight, the bed feels cold, uncomfortable, it doesn’t smell like the one on his house. Your feet touch the floor, and before you can think too much about it you get up, moving to the door, wrapping your hand around the handle, taking a deep breath before opening it. The room is dark, the sound off your footsteps the only noise accompanying the silence. Your eyes fall on his form, his body molded into the leather chair he is sitting on, the crackling of fire illuminating his features. Taking a breath for courage you move closer, his eyes darting from your form to the glass of liquor on his right hand. There are unspoken things to say, things neither of you will admit.

“I never took you for a religious person.” Your lips move before you can hold back the words. His eyes dart to your form, following your movements as you lean on the arm of the chair opposite to his. His eyebrow raises in question, a sharp smirk playing on his lips, silently asking you to elaborate.

“I assume you are praying to the Gods I won’t run away while you sleep.” You add, your eyes move over the room, avoiding his as your fingers cross over your knee.

His eyes move straight to yours, the smirk growing, displaying teeth that suddenly seem to sharp. His hand moves, the liquid in it swaying with the movement, he leans forward, his arms resting carelessly on his knees, a wild animal ready to trap its pray.

“Now why would I do that?” He whispers, his lips barely moving. “When I would rather pray to you.”

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