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jackiequick · 1 year ago

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Meet The Wells - Harry Wells Fic

Tv Show: The Flash

Setting: Season 4

Pairing: Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells x Leanna ‘Lea’ O’Conner

Featuring: One of the best characters on the show, Cisco Ramon!

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The morning everything pretty well. Team Flash was doing their usual work at S.T.A.R LABS. Discussing lunch breaks, new metas they possibly discovered, new experiments to create and plans for the weekend. That was until Harry mentioned friends.

Cisco sat up, “No he’s delusional. That’s because the lack of sleep he’s has been having. Uh, Harry friends are in here!”

Caitlin looked at Barry, who stood there confused, guessing that he’s being sarcastic.

“I got friends other than you guys! You will meet them.” Harry respond, siping his morning coffee.

Cisco gave his second girl a look and asked, “Lea help.”

“I-i know nothing about this.” Lea admitted with her hands up in defense.

“Ramon, believes i don’t got any friends. When i clearly do.” Harry yelled and sighed, typing away on his keyboard, “You told me to go make some friends, right?”

Cisco yelled back, “Yeah but last time i checked, you don’t have any friends besides us!”

Leanna who was tinkering with her tools looked up and nodded, “Yup! I did tell you that. Actually I’m curious to meet your friends, but I gotta hand some paperwork over to Joe first.”

She stood up, giving her boyfriend of 3 years now, a quick kiss on the cheek, in which Harry wraps his hand around her waist pulling her in for one more starling kiss. Clearly he was excited for today.

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Cisco and Harry were in the speed lab being introduced to their scientific ragtag team of friends. But it wasn’t what Cisco suspected Harry’s friends to be. One of them even practically threw Cisco Ramon out of the speed lab for being annoyed and offended. Lea walked in, confused onto why her best friend ran out of there but her confusion came to a pause after what she see saw.

There stood right in front of her brown eyes the doppelgängers of Harrison Wells. Not 1, not 2, but 3 Harrison Wells in the speed lab. And if add Harry, that makes 4! In total stood 4 very different variants of Harrison Wells, going from one with gray hair and a turtleneck to one with war general uniform like he just lost an eyeball for God’s sakes.

She didn’t know to laugh at how insane this is or internally whine about this little endeavor being oddly weird for her. But at the same time she was very much integrated into this new situation. She met versions of Wells beforehand but this was completely different. Before she can even say a word or pull together another set of thoughts, when a voice called out to her. More or less a catcall followed by a cheeky whistle.

“Who is this little beauty queen? She’s finer than a flower on a summer morning!” Yelled out a rusty almost burnt blonde Wells in a red rode and slippers.

Lea didn’t realize they were staring at her that moment, quickly fixing her dark gray shirt with tiny daisies scattered all over and dark jacket she borrowed from her friend, Caitlin Snow, earlier that week. She firstly mouth a small “What the fuck?” to Harry as he jogged over swiftly taking her hand with ease. The man was clearly excited about this.

“Honey, come meet my new friend!” He exclaimed holding a grin, returning back to earlier spot but this time with her next to him, “This is Harrison Wolfgang Wells, H. Lothario Wells and Wells 2.0. Men, this is Leanna O’Conner.”

All 3 of them smiled at the lady. Wolfgang Wells stayed wondering his eyes at the brunette, as if he trying to pin point something in particular.

Lea had to just smile politically for the 3 idiots to go sight seeing on her, if allowed. Without a second later the women dragging Harry out into the hallway for a quick chat.

“Harry, honey, what the hell?!” She whispered yelled.

“What the hell? What do you mean ‘what the hell?’?” He whispered yell back.

“Are you out of your mind? Have you officially lost your marbles?!”

“You asked me to make some friends and that’s exactly what I did!”

“When I told you to make friends, I didn’t mean with yourself!”

“They’re technically NOT me! They’re my double hitting doppelgängers from other earths and one of the biggest baddest brightest mind out there.”

“Again! There’s literally 3 of you in that room, all three of them ready to make goo goo eyes at me and oh yeah, one of you is enough but a friend group of Wells that’s just—”

“Sweetie I can handle this. There is nothing to worry about, they’re just charming and intelligent people with different kinds of backgrounds. It’s gonna go great. I promise.”

“You promise? Cause—”

“Lea it’s fine! I got this.”

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Once the couple walked back in, Lea announced the plan with Harry, but the second they all heard her voice they looked at her like 3 somewhat trained dogs. Harry had to scuff down a laugh, snorting a smidge.

Sandy hair blonde Wells aka H. Lothario Wells, grinned at her. He found her pretty and said, “Say, gorgeous you got any sisters? Or are you free this Sunday night?”

She blushed chuckling as she shook her head ‘No’ as Harry face them with a glare saying that Lea was HIS girlfriend. So hands off fellas!

Wells 2.0 spoke up, “I had a Lana on my earth…”

“Really? How was I like?” Lea asked, her eyes perked up curious about the answer.

“I wouldn’t know, she died or was it that she left the country? Oh well, i don’t remember! Ladies on my earth aren’t as nice looking as you.”

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The four of them kept talking, mainly Harry and his doubles, Lea just stayed sitting back writing on her iPad a few notes on an old equipment and equations. She listened every once in a awhile to their conversation, walking in and out of the lab to other part of the building or heading down to Jitters for some java.

Blowing a kiss to all 3 copies of Wells as she left. All of them stayed with a loopy and cheeky smiles after that. Harry Wells was the lucky one, he actually got a kiss of the cheek.

Returning with a coffee for her boyfriend, after handing one to Caitlin and Cisco she heard it. “Annie..” said the voice. It belongs to Wolfgang Wells, who staying eyeing her for the moment due stepped into the room in the first place. She rarely heard that nickname tossed around but it been said plenty of times beforehand. Only Cisco or Barry will throw that nickname out.

“That’s Leanna, not Annie, can you believe this guy fellas?” Replied Sandy Wells with a chuckling, figuring his doppelgänger was nuts in the head or something.

“No, Annie O’Conner..” Wolfgang Wells said once again with curiosity and confidence in his tone.

“Yeah he’s right.” Lea confirmed his wording, “Did you know a version of me, on your Earth?”

“My wife.”

“We’re married?”

Harry’s eyes darted towards them, mumbling, “You married a verison of her? When?”

“Yeah but I left her. Too much of a handful.” Wolfgang said with a shrug.

Lea gasped, “HANDFUL? I will have you know that I’m not a handful, you guys are. No offense, Harry..”

Wolfgang snickered, “You sound like her too! I left her cause we fell out of love, she was too uptight and I was too busy to care.”

“OUCH!”

“But I think still love her very much. Still, love is love. I think we all got a verison of this lady on our earths, right?”

Sandy Wells chuckled, “Mhmmmm! I do. She’s my 2 A.M bootycall. Speaking of which…”

Just like that, blondie wells was gone saying he got business to take care of. Leanna jaw dropped, meanwhile Harry held back a little smile, grabbing everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand.

All 3 men went back to work. But the looks Wolfgang and 2.0 didn’t go unnoticed, glancing at the half Asian brunette every once in a while. Both men saw something in her, and they liked it. Harry had to snap their towards himself instead and looping a hand on his girlfriend’s waist to signify that once again she’s taken!

The men were talking over one another and bickering more often than not about the topic. Honestly it was kinda hilarious.

Cisco walked in soon enough with a smile, “Soo Council Of Wells, how are we doing? Any progress or we just chitchatting about who’s smarter?”

Leanna chuckled at the last part, because half of it was true.

Harry on the other hand groaned in annoyance, “It’s not going anywhere! We can’t even agree on what method to use.”

“What? You had an entire day.”

“I know! I know!”

“Is it cause Lana is distracting them?”

This time Lea spoke up, “HEY! Right here you know?! First we’re complimenting me, then you’re treating me like a diamond in the rough and now you’re insulting me?! What is it? Leanna Day and I didn’t get the memo?!”

“Well welcome to my life, girlfriend! Theses guys love to do the same thing to me! Ain’t so easy, isn’t it?” Cisco repiled back, tossing her a glare.

“Ohhh, so this is the way your framing this, huh?”

“I guess so, Annie!”

“Cisco I swear—!”

“Wait?”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Isn’t there a 3rd one? Isn’t there 3 of—”

He pointed out there was only 2 Wells standing there, not the original 3 from the beginning of the day. Harry was about to say something about it but as if on cue, Sandy haired Wells reappeared with a cheeky grin blabbing on about something.

Sandy turned toward the trio with a smile, “Oh sorry! Had to take care of some off camera business—”

“OHH MY GOD!” Cisco shouted holding a hand, covering whatever it was he didn’t want to see.

This Wells had his pants down, showing everything his mother gave him. Harry tried to looked away, his face accidentally saw it. Leanna just blinked, gasping as she turned around burying his face in her boyfriend’s black shirt.

“What?” Asked Sandy Wells softly , confused.

“I can see your Frank and beans.” Said Wolfgang, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Come on, now. Do my best thinkin' commando,” Sandy defends himself with a shrug, “Plus, it ain't like we all haven't seen it before. Especially, you little missy.”

“I haven’t seen it!” Cisco yelled, sounding funny and offended by the fact.

He shoots a wink Leanna’s way and she feel like she can’t help but peek her face towards all the men in the room. She saw so much more than clearly expected today! Like Jesus Christ! She rested her head, still sorta hiding her face in her boyfriends shirt.

She didn’t look confident or heroic in that moment.

Harry placed a comforting hand on her head, holding his lady while smiling at her embraced blushing and embarrassment.

Cisco held back a couple of laughs, “Aww! You’re traumatizing the poor girl! But seriously, dude put that away..please.”

Wolfgang agreed with Cisco for once.

“Ah, you Earth Folks. You are so uptight.” Sandy replied pulling up his pants.

“Ah, alright! Can we get back to the take at hand? We need answers.”

Suddenly all men started throwing out suggestions left and right, speaking over one another not allowing Cisco nor Harry to keep a full sentence in.

Lea’s ears were ringing loudly and she groaned in annoyance, “Okay! That’s enough!”

“Enough? We’re just getting started!” Add 2.0 Wells, in which causing another explosion of words being thrown around.

Clearly Harry was losing it having enough of this shit and yelled, “Guys! Guys! Ga—gentlemen!” Grabbing all their attention he continued, “Clearly this isn’t working. And just for the record, it’s not me, it’s you.”

With a simple push of a button, all three holograms disappeared, leaving the trio to themselves.

“This, was a bad idea.” Harry said walking back, placing his hands on his girlfriend’s shoulders whispering, “You okay?”

“It’s like your junk was burnt into my brain.” Cisco answered instead.

“Your welcome.”

Leanna did not answer or add into the previous statement, just walking out with a hand covering her ears silently. Harry and Cisco shared a tired look, figuring something bothered her..

——

Him and Cisco were talking for a bit, the genius still grumbling about what happened. That he needed to accept the facts and himself, since they are technically his doppelgängers but still. He didn’t truly like it too much.

Until he found her.

Harry found his girlfriend in his lab, scribbling in a notebook wearing her noise canceling headphones, that both him and Cisco carefully crafted her due to her meta human abilities, and playing with her bangs.

He sighed, knowing she was flashed today and practically felt just as insulted as he was. But because Leanna was more of a sensitive soul in the relationship, rather busy lately with Iris’s wedding planning, and helping the team with their issues. Along with the overheating bickering wasn’t probably too pleasant to her ears.

He winced, taking a marker to the whiteboard and tapping it against the clear sided screen. Harry walked over to her, tapping her shoulder and simply asked, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Hm?” She asked, removing her headphone registering what he said and chuckled, “Oh! Yeah honey I’m fine.”

“Isn’t that my line? Lea, honey, what happened? You kinda snapped at them.”

“Yeah well, so did you!…I, uh, umm wasn’t expecting today. Part of me knew something was gonna happen! I felt like I was being pulled left and right. I mean 4 Wells in one room, that’s overwhelmingly surprising and kinda chaotic..no offense.”

“None taken! They are just huge self minded, idiots. Uptight, roughly insulting, snooty and just jerks. I—I didn’t think it would go like that! Hell they flashed you and choose to make eyes at you the whole time. Treated you like you were an prize to be won and be thrown away…no one was paying attention to anything and just talking over one another! Jesus…”

Leanna stayed quiet hearing him rant about how he felt about the situation and the protection his mind created, recognizing things she didn’t notice until now. It made her feel better, knowing that she got the best Wells in the multiverse. All he wanted was to make some more friends and figure out a way to help with his teammates issues.

But instead, he realized that rather became a host and solid choice for a complete conversation than the other guys. He also felt sorta good about himself being one to unlock the door to an O’Conner’s heart unlike his counterpart.

“I uh, don’t take you for granted, you know?” Harry said, with a soft grin.

“I figured as much. You stayed.” She replied with a tired smile.

“Wolfgang had a version of you then lost you, 2.0 Wells was just gah not—the best thing with women and uh, Lothario was something else where uh, you know!”

Lea chuckled and nodded, “Oh I know! I..I know!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, “But in all seriousness, Leanna I love you and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that—us, today.”

“I’ve been part of Team Flash for so long, where something like that shouldn’t surprise me but it did. It was chaotic chapter for the books, but I really hope that doesn’t happen again!”

“It better not! I can’t take another moment with those guys. They’re one of the most annoying minds of the multiverse!”

“Harry, honey..”

“What?

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at the man gently grinning. He looked down at her, placing a hand on the small of her back, smiled softly confused since she left her second line incomplete.

“For being you! You came to this Earth and took it as it is, trying to help it. And those idiots, didn’t have to FaceTime us but they did. Because you would’ve done the same thing.” She added.

“Of course I’ve would’ve, I kinda like you guys. Especially you and Dr. Snow.” Harry admitted.

“Most importantly, you fell for me. All those other versions of Lea and Wells don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Well, technically, this wasn’t planned. I came to another earth for one goal. But we sorta happened.”

“Do you regret it?”

He leaned down, cupping her cheek a bit, “No.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, leaning in.

“Because it proves my multiverse theory. Every version of you or me, ends up being with an such interesting partner.”

“I love that theory.”

“I know you do.”

Harry closed the space between them, tossing in a few solid pecks of Lea’s waiting lips. A couple of sweet nothings and laughs were thrown into the mix, chatting about getting Big Belly Burger later.

When suddenly..

“Oh come on!”

Came Cisco’s voice, standing at the door with his hands on his hips.

“Seriously? Y’all didn’t need my help making her feel better.” Cisco said.

Lea snorted and smiled, as Harry tossed his friend a playful grin, only ever reserved for Cisco Ramon.

“We’re heading to Big Belly Burger later, you coming?” asked Lea.

“Oh hell yes!” He replied, replacing the frown with a smile, snatched up his friend from Harry into his arms for a hug and yelling, “She was mine first.”

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elfwoodfae · 2 years ago

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Eowells x reader Nightcall Epilogue?

Hello, long time no see, I hope you at all doing good. I wanted to post this and say that it could be read as a stand alone but is in reality a continuation of nightcall. I hope you enjoy it and as per usual let me know what you think. This also felt like a safe space and piece to come back into writing after such an absence, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

It’s been a little too long since the last time any resemblance of emotion other than hatred or pain has crossed his mind. A mind so broken over time in a race he knows he will never win no matter how much he tries to fool himself with the idea that he will. He won’t, deep down he knows this, he has prepared himself for the inevitable outcome, and yet here he is, knotting the robe that will ultimately hang him, he is a dead man walking and he knows it, its a fate he accepted even as he lives through it, playing all the chess pieces the way they are supposed to be played, even if he now knows what moves he could have done differently. Some days, when he is in the mood he likes to write them down, make a list if you will of how he could have prevented the tragedy, his ending.

1. Y/n.

Or so he tries to convince himself, trying to silence the voices of the dead that weight on what’s left of his mind. The past coming to haunt him once again through what’s left of him, telling him how he knows he would do it all over again and again and again, how he would relive every second of the agony and suffering those past few years have been for him, locked in a cell, with the constant reminder of his failure dancing through his vision. Is not like Allen has made it any easier to deal with, or Cisco for that matter, their hatred transformed into pity over the years just serves him to pick on the wounds that will never heal, living in a constant state of rawness.

He tries every night to forget, to close his eyes and pretend he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t see the ghost of you looking back at him, your eyes void of life, he swears he can smell the blood, that he can feel his body burning from the speed, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the weight of your body as he held it, still warm, still there, your eyes still open but no life left in them.

It’s been 10 years, ten long painful years and he can still recall every damn second of that night, every moment, every mistake. The aftermath of a war that you had no business fighting, a war that belonged to him.

He remembers those first few years, when he would close his eyes almost nightly, revisiting a memory of you he had carved in his heart, the only place he had ever truly found solace, a place he no longer visited. As the years went by he visited it less and less, the solace became torture, a face he knew so well distorting into nothingness, and the more he went the less he could remember you, a final punishment for his soul, to not be able to remember what you looked like, and in the fear of never been able to see you again he opted to close that door, throw the key so far into his mind not even in death would he find it again. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up with a strange feeling to his chest, he can’t place his finger on what it is, maybe anxiousness or tranquility, they sometimes feel so similar is hard to distinguish them. He notices how the bed feels, too soft to be the one on his cell and when he rubs his face against the pillow he feels it, that perfume that haunted his every breathing moment, the scent of live itself. Your scent hits him so unexpectedly his eyes threaten to water, his heart flutters so harshly it hurts, and when he finally snaps out of it and lifts his head he notices where he is. His house, the one he shared with you for such a briefly period of time but a time where he can’t even remember what it was like before you even came along, as if it had always been yours and he was just the guest.

“ I didn’t hear you waking up, I would have come back to bed sooner.” His eyes water this time and his heart threatens to kill him, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t understand how you are here, smiling at him, looking at him with that sparkle in your eyes as you climb over the bed to him, wearing one of his white shirts you loved so much.

His silence is so intense, his eyes so sharp on you he can see the change in your expression, the worry taking over at his quietness. Before you can ask him what’s wrong his hand is already caressing your cheek, his fingers digging in your skin, near your hair as he grabs onto you and pulls himself up to sit up, his arms wrapping themselves over your form, his face burying in your hair. He feels your hand on his bare back, caressing it as you try to free your head of his hold to look up at him, wondering with your eyes what’s gotten into him.

“ I have missed you so much.’’ He says, not caring for a second how odd or out of place it could feel for you.

“ I have been here all the time, i didn’t go anywhere.’’ Your voice resonates through his mind, bouncing around every part of his brain.

‘’ No…”

“No?’’ You interrupt him before he can continue.

He realizes this must be a dream, a cruel dream he will wake up from, he will wake up back in the cell, such a cruelty of fate to tease him like this. Hasn’t he given enough? Hasn’t he suffered enough? Paid the price of his mistakes yet he is living the worst of the punishment again, having you with him once again to be taken from him at any moment, at any point without a previous warning.

No. No, he is a logical man he knows what a dream is, he knows this is not one. He tries to pull himself together, to breathe, to feel, to think. He moves his hand and looks at his watch, it reads Saturday November 5 on the little date window. It hasn’t happened, nothing has happened.

“Eobard’’ your voice brings him back, your eyes look at him so fiercely, so determine, making the next few words that come out of your mouth all the more shocking.

“You did it, its all fine now.” And he has to wonder for a moment, it’s this death or paradise?

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unhealthycopingmech · 1 year ago

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Have more harry x reader come out or am i delusional

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weridpersonhelp · 2 years ago

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Red phone [3]

Wally x reader?

Previus - Next?

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic than x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

Ring, ring, ring,

The phone, it was that red phone again with that annoying ringing. At first, I didn’t move. The sound of that old phone sent shivers up my spine and my hairs on edge. ‘Should I answer? Or leave it? Maybe someone else will hear it and search for it.’ I thought but again the ringing became louder and louder. Why was it ringing? For what purpose does this person have of calling an old phone like this at 3 in the morning? I wanted it to stop, but before I could feel the wooden floor, I felt the vibration of someone in a rush running down the stairs. My Window busts open letting in a massive gust of wind almost tumbling me over, my lamp flickers before completely shutting off. before I could hear whispers and a door slamming open. I felt overwhelmed! over stimulated almost but it wasn’t like how I normally feel. It was as if something snapped in me. I push pass the wind slamming my door shut running down the stairs rushing to the kitchen grabbing a butcher knife, ready it swing it at anyone or anything!

But the room was dark and empty. The only things that could be heard where, the creeking of the wooden door that was wide open before me. And someone’s voice.

….

Wally freezes slightly in shock some one picked up, but he couldn’t hear anything.

“Hello? Hello is anyone there? Hello?? Harrison?”

…..

“Hello? Hello is anyone there. Hello?? Harrison?” I gasp for air when I hear My grandfather’s name coming from the old red phone. I walk to the phone slowly uncertainty stained on my face as I reach for the phone that laid on the counter.

“Maggie? Some one?” the voice asks, I pick up the phone placing the knife down. I bring the phone up to my ear carefully as if it would break.

“Hello?”

….

“Hello?”

Wally Freezes eyes widening.

“anyone their-“The line hung up before the person could finish, all that could be heard through home was the long beeping noise. And the door creaks open.

…..

“What are you doing at this time!” My mother shouts, I turn my to her voice. The phone in snatched out of my hand and slammed back where it belongs. I jump back only to see my grandma their behind me, glaring at the phone.

“Well! Answer!” mum shouts.

“I woke up to a loud bang, my window was open and the lights wouldn’t turn on. I heard another from down stairs mother and-“ “All that matters is she’s safe, I heard it too kiddo don’t worry.” Dad come in behind mum giving me a small sad smile, mum just sighs.

“that doesn’t explain why you where on the phone child.”

“I heard a voice, I’m sorry mother it won’t happen again.” I could feel my mums glare digging into me as if she was holding her tongue back from lecturing me.

“No, No it’s fine Dear, You can answer the phone as long as you hang it up. It’s a telly marketer that I can’t get to stop calling. I’ve learned to sleep through it, now I think we should all head back to bed don’t you agree?” grandma asks us, though it sounded more like a demand.

“Okay grandma.” I say giving the old woman a hug, she holds me tightly in her arms.

“No problem lovely, Do you want me to make you some coffee to help you go back to sleep? Or do you more feel like a hot chocolate” I smile at my grandma, I couldn’t believe she still rembered. But what was odd how she acted with that phone. Grandma turn the kettle on dad shuts the kitchen door, mum goes up back to bed.

“Night honey, sleep well.” Dad says patting my back gently before following my mum, I sit on stool waiting on the kitchen island.

“Grandma, why do you keep the phone? I mean you use your cell phone now.” I ask her, she looks through the large pantry, and hums while she thinks.

“It was your grandfather’s before he passed, he would sometimes use it for his projects but we mainly kept it in the walkway into the home. But once he died I put it in here now was that coffee or hot chocolate?”

“Caramel coffee? Is that okay?”

“Anything for my favorite grandchild! Don’t tell your cousins now.”

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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I'll Stay

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

Summary: Everyone knows you and Jamie have this undeniable relationship but neither of you have ever acted on it and you find yourselves in a situation where you finally can and will.

A/n: Practicing my romantic scenes since I suck at writing smut why not go back to my roots? It's what I'm used to doing so here's a taste of how I really write. Unrelated but that photo Jesus she's so fucking fine got me drooling need to get myself a handkerchief for everytime I see her.

The romance between you and Jamie cannot be hidden from anyone everyone is aware of the way you two look at each other except you both but right now as you both are just inches away from each other it all comes into plain view. You both are hesitant to move your faces closer but your hands have a mind of their own as they climb their way up her shirt and grab her face. Her gaze is one that demands your attention as she stares you down. Jamie finds herself glancing at your chest taking notice of how quick your breathing has gotten she finds it cute because your breaths match her own as breathing has quickened in pace too. you two spend the longest time staring at each other before you finally find the energy to lean up and peck her lips she's quick to continue the kiss not letting you pull away not even to breathe. She kisses you like she'll find air in your mouth whenever she gets close to pulling away she only goes back in with a deeper and more craving-filled energy. Her hands find themselves to the back of your head not letting you pull away either your knees could be buckling from two things right now lack of air or the feeling of finally getting the girl you want but does it really matter which? Jamie's lips are soft and gentle unlike this kiss she has yet to let you pull away from only when she notices you literally sliding down against her body does she finally pull away.

The gasp you take reminds you of your surroundings and you carefully come back to her height well what you can make of it and she smiles as she gives you that gaze again the one that drew you into that breathless kiss not even minutes ago. Jamie hasn't had enough of you she's been craving you for the longest time and to finally have a taste of what being with you could potentially be like she feels like an addict. She feels as if she's trapped in a world without oxygen and the only way she can get it is by kissing you but you're still recovering from the first kiss. The peck you give her as you let your hands fall from her face is deadly because she knows you have intentions of leaving afterward but she's quick to grab you by your waist and pull you to her."Stay" her words are more of demand than a request "Jamie we are in a public bathroom... If I stay I won't stop" Jamie nods as she glances at your bruised lips again. "We have definitely been in worse places." She doesn't have to beg you as you shake your head and smile you lick your lips but she catches your tongue carefully between her teeth you can't help the laugh that shakes your body "leth go" she does as asked and smiles to herself "stay." you nod as you place your hands in her back pockets and push her toward yourself "okay I'll stay but you have to kiss me like that again."

A/n: Hopefully yall enjoy my real writing as much as my fanfic writing. I was thinking of a TikTok sound when I made this (there's just inches in between us I want you to give in I want you to give in.) I'm pulling FICS from my ass at this point.

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rawiswhore · 1 year ago

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Scott Putski, Triple H x Fem Reader- "Underwhere?"

I'm posting this fanfic today because today is the birthday of Jenilee Harrison--- who played Chrissy's sister Cindy Snow on "Three's Company"---and Jenilee was a cheerleader for the Los Angeles Rams before she was on "Three's Company".

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Even though you loved being the valet for Hunter Hearst Helmsley, but because of his whole gimmick playing this aristocratic 1800's gentleman blueblood, you often wore these beautiful long evening gowns and sometimes even ball gowns and Marie Antoinette-style dresses while accompanying Hunter to the ring.

You didn't mind this at all, but it didn't give you much of an opportunity to do some awesome flirting and distraction to the opponent in the ring.

At the end of 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley was becoming what we know today as Triple H, and you too were ditching your evening gowns and ballgowns.

On a "Friday Night's Main Event" episode that aired at the end of 1997, there was a match Triple H had against Scott Putski where you were dressed in a cheerleader uniform as you walked with Triple H to the ring.

This match happened before Scott injured his leg.

The highlight of this match was when you interrupted the match by climbing on to the ring but you still stood outside of the ropes.

As you stood behind those ropes and in the ring, your fingers were tucked under the bottom of your skirt while your opposite hand pulled and lifted the side of your miniskirt upwards and showed off and exposed a part of your brightly colored panties.

When you exposed a bit of your panties, your lips were puckered out kissing at Scott and many fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered for you when you showed off your panties.

The panties you wore weren't lacy or even really a thong, but they were brightly and boldly colored to get Scott's attention (as well as to be noticed by the fans).

Even though you were standing behind ropes in a wrestling ring, you tried not for the ropes in the ring to block your panties to show.

Grown men in the audience were giving you those wolf whistles like how men whistle at an attractive woman.

Scott noticed your brightly colored panties, and he was standing near where you were standing outside the ropes.

Scott's head turned and he grinned as he was distracted over your panties.

He couldn't stop staring at your panties, which caused Triple H to attack his opponent.

After Scott was attacked, you let go of your miniskirt until they were covering your panties again, only to jump out of the ring and continue watching this match.

This moment of you in a cheerleader outfit and exposing your brightly colored panties was a reference to Ginger Spice/Geri Halliwell from the Spice Girls doing this photoshoot with the other Spice Girls in a locker room, where Ginger was dressed up as a cheerleader and she pulled her skirt up so her brightly colored panties would show.

You loved this Spice Girls locker room photoshoot, you would even like to do something that replicates it.

The Spice Girls were massively popular in 1997, and it was perfect for you to reference them in this moment.

Some people who saw you pull your skirt up and show your panties off while dressed in a cheerleader outfit were immediately reminded of Ginger Spice's poses in the Spice Girls locker room photoshoot.

#scott putski #triple h #wwf #1997 #90s #ginger spice

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elfwoodfae · 3 years ago

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This is so sweet and sad and sweet 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖

To Build a Home

Pairing: Harry x reader

Content: angsty fluff?

I pace back and forth in the Cortex, gently patting the baby’s back to soothe him to sleep. I softly sing a tune when he fusses, one of my favorites.

“There is a house built out of stone, wooden floors, walls, and window sills. Tables and chairs worn by all the dust. This is a place where I don't feel alone; this is a place where I feel at home.”

“I didn’t know you could sing.” A voice interrupts from the doorway. I smile gently at Harry’s voice, turning slowly to face him so I don’t startle the baby. “How are you feeling?” He asks, hands buried in his pockets as he comes closer. I shrug with my free shoulder, keeping my rhythm steady.

“Wasn’t so great earlier, but I’m okay now. Being a speedster has its perks.” I chuckle. He nods, relaxing his frown. He comes to stand next to me, studying the tiny baby finally sleeping on my shoulder. I slowly lower him from the crook of my neck to my arms so Harry can get a better view, taking advantage of this moment to stare at Eli myself. His full head of dark blonde hair curls softly across his little head, his bright blue eyes hidden under his long lashes as he sleeps. I run my pinky down his cheek, admiring the silky texture of his freshly-born skin.

“He looks just like you.” Harry notes, tilting his head. I smile and look back at him, noticing the flash of melancholy in his eyes before he has a chance to conceal it again.

“Thank you, but I think he looks like his dad.” I meet his eyes with a kind expression, letting him know subtly that he’s welcome to fill that position if he wants to. Before he has a chance to respond, a shocked gasp catches our attention.

“Mom?” Jessie whispers, tears in her eyes as she stares at me. My mouth falls open slightly at the implication; I turn to Harry for an explanation but he’s already approaching Jesse, attempting to console her but she side steps him, coming to stand in front of me.

Harry sighs before dropping his arms to his sides defeatedly. “It’s not her, Jess.” He whispers, watching her response carefully. My gaze snaps to his; he’s not denying it. I remember him telling me about his late wife, but he never revealed her name. She studies my face for a few more seconds before turning to Harry, her eyes filling with tears as she does.

“She looks just like her, Dad.” She sobs, rushing into his waiting arms. He holds her tightly, smoothing her hair to calm her. He tries to hide it, but his eyes are filling with tears as well. I just watch in shock. This means that Harry never fell in love with Tess Morgan, he fell in love with me.

“I know, sweetie, it’s okay.” He watches me from over her head, his eyes saying everything his mouth wasn’t. I go to the bassinet and lower Eli into it, effectively freeing my hands so that I can join in on their hug. I slowly wrap my arms around both of the Wellses, unsure how they will react. Harry watches me the whole time, accepting me into his arms easily. Jesse notices a moment later, her sobs coming harder as she moves to fully hug me, squeezing me tightly as she cries. I wrap both my arms around her, copying Harry’s technique to try and soothe her. He holds the two of us, patiently waiting for Jess to calm down.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know this must be hard for you. But if your mother was anything like me, she would be so proud of you right now.” I whisper into her hair, tears beginning to form in my own eyes. She holds me tighter—or maybe that was Harry—her sobs beginning anew. I let her cry without judgement; if I met my mother’s doppelgänger I would react the same way. Once she’s calm, she pulls away with a sniffle, staring at her feet as she mutters a small ‘thank you’. I smile and nod, glancing up at Harry in concern. He shares the look, that frown back on his face. I am acutely aware of his arm still around me, but I don’t mind.

Jessie awkwardly looks around, mumbling an excuse so she can leave. We watch silently as she wipes her eyes, speed walking out of the Cortex. I can almost hear Harry’s gears turning, his fatherly instinct warring with his logic. I turn to rest my hand on his chest, watching him with knowing eyes. He looks down at me questioningly, but I simply shake my head.

“She needs to be alone.” I murmur. He glances in the direction Jessie left for a moment longer before reluctantly nodding, a weary sigh escaping his lips. I watch him compose himself in silence, giving him the space to feel before he bottles it all up again.

“I suppose I have some explaining to do.” He sighs, his fingers tapping anxiously on my back. I shake my head dismissively.

“You don’t owe me anything.” I softly smile at him, patting his chest. A tiny whimper pulls our attention to the bassinet across the room. The spell broken, we pull apart quickly. Harry clears his throat and fixes his shirt while I fidget with my damp sweater. He quickly goes for the baby, gently lifting his squirmy body to his chest. I watch him, shocked. He turns towards me, gently bouncing Eli to calm him down. I slowly lean against the desk, my heart swelling. Harry doesn’t look at me, focused on the baby, a quiet shushing flowing from his pursed lips. Eli settles easily, recognizing Harry’s voice. Not changing from his position, he speaks.

“We met in the army.”

“She was a nurse at the base I was stationed at. All the guys talked about her; it was like she was their mother with the way they glorified her.” He chuckles while stroking Eli’s face tenderly, lost in his memories. “When I ended up in the med bay, she was my nurse. She had the touch of an angel; the others weren’t lying when they said she was gifted in her field. She gave me her number, and I found excuses to be in her tent more than necessary.” He smiles down at the newborn before reluctantly looking up at me, his slow pacing taking him directly in front of me. “And the rest is history.”

I take a moment to process before responding, studying the depth of emotion in his gaze when he looks down at my son in his arms. “You really loved her.” I state, noticing the tender atmosphere he’s created around the three of us. He nods.

“More than anything.”

The tears glistening in his eyes punctuate his statement. I begin to tear up at the emotion swirling within. Nothing to be said, I simply nod, the silence filled with longing.

“You and I are members of a rather exclusive club, I suppose.” I begin, stealing a line from my husband, “One whose membership is too expensive.” I choke out, trying and failing to hold back tears. He watches the first tear slip from my eyes before taking the final step, closing the distance between us. He reaches up with his right arm, holding Eli securely in his left one, and caresses my face, wiping the tear away with his thumb. I close my eyes and hold his hand to my cheek, pretending for a moment that Eobard was here with me and our son, not Harry. Somehow I know Harry is doing the same. The universe may have taken my husband from me, but maybe it gave me something in return. Maybe the universe sent us a second chance. Maybe it sent us each other.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes, more tears falling involuntarily. I give him a small smile, letting him know I’m okay. He smiles in return, showing me the same. I rest my other hand on my baby’s head, stroking his soft curls with my thumb while he sleeps in Harry’s arms.

“We’re gonna be okay.” I nod at him, rubbing his hand with my thumb. “We’re gonna be okay.”

#harrison wells fanfiction #the flash #the flash imagines #harrison wells x reader fanfic #harrison wells #eobard thawne

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wild-lavender-rose · 3 years ago

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Kiss Me Again

Part of the 2021 Cocoa Kiss Collection

Pairing: H.R. Wells x reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: After an exhausting workout with Barry, you get some sympathy cuddles from your husband Harry.

Warning: Mention of sharing a bed (nothing explicit), sitting on lap (for comfort, nothing insinuative), description of kissing

“Harry,” you called, shuffling into the lab wearing one of his sweat shirts and hugging yourself.

“Yeah, honey?” Harry looked up from his work, his words muffled by the tool he was holding between his teeth.

“I just finished a workout with Barry and I think I’m dying.” You crossed to stand behind him. “Cuddle me.” Your forehead thudded against his shoulder.

Harry glanced at his watch. “It’s not even seven am. You’re usually still asleep.”

“Well you’re hardly ever next to me when I wake up, so I thought I’d do something motivating instead of laying in an empty bed wishing you were there.”

“Ouch. Point taken.” Harry took the tool out of his mouth and set that and his other work aside. “Come here,”

You went into his embrace willingly, settling yourself in his lap and resting your head under his chin as he wrapped you up in his warmth. “I think I’m getting sick.”

“Did you drink water before you did the work out?”

“Not as much as I should have.”

“That’ll help.” Harry moved to press a kiss onto your forehead, chuckling. “I forgot how cute you get when you’re tired.”

You grumbled in response, closing your eyes and snuggling close. Harry kept peppering you with kisses, working his way from your forehead to your nose to your cheek. You didn’t resist when Harry shifted your head back, meeting his lips with a sleepy, relaxed kiss. You didn’t have to open your eyes and think to kiss Harry. It came as naturally as breathing. He tasted of espresso, dark and rich.

When Harry broke the kiss you whimpered in disproval, nuzzling forward until you met his lips again. He was smirking now, running his fingers through your hair as he deepened the kiss until you had no choice but to break away for breath.

“How about we make a deal.” Harry rested his chin back on top of your head. “No more workouts at ungodly hours, in exchange for me staying in bed until the alarm goes off.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“I love you.”

“I love you too...Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me again.”

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mcbenson25 · 1 year ago

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More Than He Bargained For Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part

A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.

A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.

"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.

"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.

"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.

Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.

Get over it.

"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.

"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.

Here we go with this.

Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.

"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.

How stupid.

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.

Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

This was going to be good.

"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."

Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.

Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."

Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.

"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."

Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.

Okay maybe not the best idea.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."

"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"

"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."

That's what I thought.

"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.

Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.

Why don't we just use-

Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.

Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.

The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.

Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.

"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”

Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.

Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.

Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.

Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.

Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"

Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."

You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."

You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.

"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.

"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.

Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.

"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."

You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."

Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."

Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.

"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"

Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"

Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."

Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X

Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."

Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."

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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.

What a moron.

"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.

"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."

Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.

We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.

"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.

I'll say.

"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."

There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.

"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.

Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."

"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.

"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.

"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."

"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."

Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"

It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.

"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."

"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.

"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.

Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"

He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.

Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"

"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.

Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.

"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.

Eddie was gone.

Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.

Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.

But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"

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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.

"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.

Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.

"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.

Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.

No. He wouldn't... would he?

But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.

You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."

It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.

You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.

Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.

"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.

Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."

Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.

Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.

"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."

Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.

Oh please.

Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."

I could just strangle her.

The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.

A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.

"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."

Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.

"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."

Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.

"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.

The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."

"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.

"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.

"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.

"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.

"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.

Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"

A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."

As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.

You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"

Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"

A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"

He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."

His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."

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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.

"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.

Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.

"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"

Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"

The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"

"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.

"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."

Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."

His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.

Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."

And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.

As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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Hellooo beautiful people! I'm so sorry it took this long but I wrote a looooot more so hopefully it makes up for it??? Things are getting heated!!! Currently I do not have an ending set in stone so what do y'all think? Was it right on to throw Eobard this curveball? Should Harry make his move? I loveeee hearing feedback and I love all of you! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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sarawritestories · 10 months ago

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Happy New Year!

I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful holiday if you celebrated and everyone has a safe New Year!

In 2024 I have some plans and big goals includding this blog!

1st thing. The 3 outstanding requests I have in my queue will be written. (I am hoping to dedicate my day Monday to writing them)

2nd I am opening my blog to more fandoms I want to branch out.

The Fandoms I'll now write for:

A Court Of Thorns and Roses Series (I will write all the Cassian Stories)

Baldur's Gate 3-Astarian specifically

The Flash- Council of Wells is what I write best :)

Fourth Wing

You are welcome to submit a request that tickles your fancy and I'll try to be better about a faster turnaround in the new year!

Some of my goals for 2024 consist of also finishing my first manuscript for a novel, planning a wedding in 10 months, and writing as many fics as I can and still functioning at my day job! I adore this community and look forward to bringing new content for you in the new year!

XOXO

Sara

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khayrrilrainxwells · 3 years ago

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Your Choice // Harrison "Eobard" Wells X Reader

Summarry: You came back to Central City to buy lot for your dream house, but something happen.

Warning : A little angst and fluff 💕😄

Word Count : 1,908

A/N : English is not my native language, so if there is a wrong grammar in my story please don't blame me, blame the google translator. And also If you would like to be tagged in my works please feel free to message me. That all thank you i hope you enjoy.

You enter at the CC Jitters to meet your best friends Iris and Barry. Your looking at the crowd to find your friends, but you only saw Iris at one of the table and walk very slowly to scared her.

"Boowww!!" You said while holding her shoulder

"What the heck?!" Iris yelled while turning at you

"(Y/N) you scared me!?!" Iris said while hitting your shoulder.

"I miss this" You said while sitting at her side and quickly laugh at her face

"What? The hit on the shoulder or your friend?" Iris said while lifting her one eyebrow at you

"Maybe….both" You said with a smirk

"By the way, where is Barry?" You ask Iris

"He's in CCPD, working again with some new case with my Dad" Iris said while giving you a nice cup of coffee

"Oh, Thanks" You said while grabbing the coffee

"Don't you worry his coming, he promise me" Iris said while smiling at you

"Good. Because if not, I'm going to CCPD to drag his ass here" You said with a smirk

Iris just laugh at your joke and hug you again. It's been so long since you see them. 1 year has past when you left Central City to refresh you mind and your heart, you just broke up at your boyfriend and decided to left the city because for you, that is the only way to forget everything.

"By the way, what time are you going to meet the owner?" Iris ask you

"2pm" You said while sipping your hot coffee

You saw the lot for sale in the internet and decided to buy it for your dream house. Your here at Central City to meet the owner and talk about the prize.

"It's already 2pm...you should go now" Iris said

"Your right. O my god I'm late" You said while grabbing your purse and quickly stand at your chair and hug your friend once again

"Bye, good luck"

"Thank you..."

"Don't forget to drop by at my house ok, Joe want to see you too" Iris said while waving at you

"Of course" You said while waving back at her

You walk outside of the coffee shop and you saw a taxi and slowly hop at the back sit. You stare at the buildings and admire it for a second, you don't know but Central City is way better than Star City, maybe because Central City is your home. When suddenly the driver inform you that you are now at your destination. You paid the bill and hop outside of the taxi.

You saw a man with a black sweatshirt facing his back at you. You thought that this is the owner . So you quickly walk straight at him and decided to greet him.

"Hello sir Good afternoon. I'm so sorry am late, My name is (Y/N) by the way" You said

The man quickly turn at the sound of your voice. You smile at the man and slowly faded when you saw his face. Harri-Eobard Thawne for more exact is infront of you now. Yes you know his secret.

"What the....." You said

When you saw Harrison, your feelings toward the man, your love to him, everything just came back to your heart at a blink of an eye.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)" Harrison said while giving you his famous beautiful smile, and you know his doing that in purpose.

"It's ok that your late....I'm a patient man" He said while smiling at you

You hate that freaking smile of him, that is the freaking reason why you fall inlove with him. You know about his dark secret, you know that his not the real Harrison Wells, that his from the future who just came here to kill his mortal enemy. That is the reason why you left him. That is the reason why you left this city.

"Soooo... your the owner" You said while looking at him.

He only nod at your question and smile innocently to you. You inhale deeply and role you eyes. You need to pretend that you don't love him anymore.

"So your the one who want to buy this lot" Harrison said while lifting his one eyebrow at you

"Yes I am" You only respond

"Ok....so what do you think?" Harrison ask you while pointing his hand at the empty lot infront of you.

"It's beautiful, the location is beautiful....i think this is perfect" You said nervously while looking at the parcel land infront of you.

"Yes, it's beautiful" Harrison said with a sweet tone on his voice while looking at you.

You felt your entire body froze when you saw him looking at you like that, you inhale deeply and try to relax yourself. So you quickly face at him and quickly role your eyes.

"What?" You said while lifting your one eyebrow

"Nothing" Harrison said while smiling at you

"By the way, how much is this?" You ask the scientist while holding your phone checking if Iris or Barry texted you.

"Hmmmmm...Let see" Harrison mumble to himself while lifting his hand and slowly put in his pocket.

While waiting for his respond, you just pretend looking at your phone, stealing some glances at him, you saw that he didn't change at all, his still the Harrison you know, the scientist who always wear black sweetshirt, he looks perfect. You slowly glance at his arms, Harrison or Eobard or what ever his name, is the only scientist you know that has a big arms, even though he didn't exercises at all, his still got does strong and beautiful arms that you love to cuddle with. You just broke at your thought when you hear Harrison.

"20 million" Harrison said

"What?!" You almost drop you phone at Harrison respond

"Are you serious?!? Your over reacting Harrison, oh or such i say Eobard " You said to the scientist

"Harrison is fine"

"Well, i know an easier and a cheaper way for you to get this lot" Harrison said with a smirk

You know this smirk, and you hate it

"How?.....Let's negotiate" You said, you need to play this game and prove to Harrison that you can beat him.

The million dollar question is IF YOU CAN?

"It's simple....marry me" Harrison said with a smirk

You felt your face become warm, you know that your blushing right now, so you quickly turn around and pretend that your looking at the lot.

"Why-why would i do that? Where not together anymore Harrison" You said while looking again at him while folding your arms. You need to be strong (Y/N), you can do this.

"You asked for the easier way and i just answered" Harrison said while lifting his one eyebrow at you

"I mean look at it, you can get this lot for free....and i can pay half or more of your expenses for you to build your dream house" Harrison said with a smirk

You look at him with your deadly look and inhale deeply.

"Is there any way to buy this lot? Cuz i think i only can pay half of it" You said while looking at him

"Make it 5 million please....as your ex-girlfriend?" You ask him while giving him a sweet smile, you wish that it will work.

"As my ex-girlfriend 20 million fix prize.....as my wife, it's free. You choose" Harrison said while winking at you.

The wink

Shit

Game

Over

You quickly turn around and inhale deeply, you don't know if you can handled this anymore. You felt your heart betting very fast. You slowly turn to him and suddenly at a blink of an eye Harrison is infront of you now.

"I-I have to go" You said while looking at your feet

"What happen?" Harrison ask you using his seducing voice while lifting your chin and slowly touch your cheek, you felt your entire body froze when you felt his soft and magical hands in your face.

You felt your whole body froze at seeing again at his icy blue eye, you felt your breath stock at your throat. In this moment you forgot how to breath.

"Hey..what happen?"

"I have to tell you something" You just froze when those words slip on your lips

"What is it?" Harrison ask you with a soft tone on his voice

"I-I" Before you finish your sentence, Harrison slowly hold your cheeks and close the distance in the both of you. He kiss you in a very passionate kiss, and of course you kiss him back. It felt good doing that to him. You miss him very much, when you left him, you realize that you can't live a life without him. The both of you pull away with each other to gasp some air. You look at his icy blue eye and surprised when you saw he wasn’t bothered at all by your action In fact, he only smirk at you!

"O my god, did i kiss you back?" You ask him with an embarrassment look forming on your face

"Yeah….and that was amazing " Harrison said with a smile

You bite your lip while blushing, Harrison slowly touch again your cheek.

"When I lost you, I felt as if the world had ended. Time stopped for me, and nothing else mattered. When I looked outside the window and saw that the birds continued to fly, I realized that the world would not accompany me in my grief. And life, as usual, will go on with our without me" Harrison said with a sad tone on his voice

"Please don't leave me again, come back to me" Harrison said while looking at your eyes, still stroking at your cheek

"I-I don't if a can, you lie to me" You said while backing a little bit to him

"I promise you that i will not going to lie to you anymore, please come back to me" Harrison said while looking at your eyes

Is he telling truth? Your mind ask your heart

Yes his telling the truth. Your heart yell at your mind

What if his still lying at you? Your brain said

No. Your heart said

You quickly walk back at him and hug him very tight. You felt your tears forming on your eyes.

"You promise me?" You ask him

"I promise you" Harrison said while pulling away at you and lifting your chin making you stare directly at him.

"So what now? What are we going now?" You ask him

"I don't know, maybe go to my place and watch your favorite movie, spend more time with each other or just cuddle in the bed with me. You choose" Harrison said while stroking your cheeks.

"Ok, what ever you want.....I love you" You said with a teary eyes while laying your head at his shoulder

"I love you too" Harrison said while grabbing you in a bridal style

"I'm taking you home. Our home" Harrison said while smiling at you

You squeaked when he started moving at supersonic speed, you felt a cold air, and decided to close your eyes. In this moment you don't know what happen to you, all you know is that you want to live a life with the man you love.

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elfwoodfae · 3 years ago

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

Love, some one anonymous and your biggest fan

“Hurtful Lies” Harrison “Harry” Wells x reader

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

WARNING: SMUT, ANSGT.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You good?” Cisco nudged him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And” Cisco pushes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Hands On Approach

Summary: Harry find out that the reader has a thing for hands! What will he do with this newfound information? (Hand kink is talked about but other than that this is a SFW fic)

Words: 3,259

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this story for a while. I finally just forced myself to finish it so apologies if its a little rough around the edges. Also Harry is a little out of character but hopefully you can enjoy it anyways.

Harry groaned in irritation for the third time that night. His late night work session had been interrupted by the spontaneous girls night that had broken out in the cortex. Even from his “office” he could hear the drunken giggles of Iris, Caitlin, and you. This had been going on for the past hour and Harry was well past the point of frustration. He slammed the device he had been working on down on his desk, convinced that there was no hope of him finishing his project tonight. Harry stood from his chair. If he wasn’t going to get any work done, he might as well grab something to eat. Good thing Big Belly Burger was open 24/7. Donning his Anti-Wells disguise, (a black baseball cap) he made his way towards the elevator.

“Are you serious?” Harry heard a drunken Iris West shriek.

“Shhh! Don’t let the entire world hear you Iris!” Harry’s pace unintentionally slowed when he heard your slurred words.

“I can’t help it! It’s just surprising. Didn’t take you as that type of girl, Y/N.” Harry’s curiosity was piqued now as he began to unintentionally eavesdrop on your conversation. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. You were obviously trying to keep something a secret. But in all honesty, his judgment tends to get blurred whenever you’re involved. Not entirely sure why, the Earth-2 Wells finds himself inexplicably drawn to you. Never had someone managed to burrow under his skin the way you have. So Harry stands in the hall right outside the cortex, waiting to see what else he can hear.

“In Iris’s defense,” Caitlin started suddenly. “Hands seem like an oddly specific thing to be attracted to. I’ve never heard of anyone with a hand kink before.” Harry’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline upon hearing that. Out of all the things he’d expected the three of you to be referring to, you having a hand kink was nowhere near where he’d expected this conversation to go.

“It’s not a kink!” You defend yourself in a shrill voice. Clearly embarrassed by the turn this conversation had taken. “And it’s not like I’m just going Gaga over every pair of hands I see. I’m much more picky than that.” You conclude in a quiet voice. Harry has to lean in slightly closer to hear it.

“What does that even mean? They’re hands. There’s not exactly a whole lot of variety when it comes to that.” Iris is giggling as she talks. You sigh as you try to explain your... interest to your friends.

“I just like guys with masculine looking hands you know? A man with big, firm hands with calluses from working with them. Long, lean fingers...” Harry listens as you trail off, clearly getting distracted. He cocks an eyebrow as he thinks about what you’ve said. And as he thinks, Harry can’t help but notice that your description perfectly matched Harry’s slender and often overworked hands. He shakes off the shock of this revelation as he decides that he has overstayed his welcome. Not that he was ever welcome in this conversation to begin with, but you get the point. All ideas of late night burgers discarded from his mind, Harry rushes back to his room, unsure of what to do with this newfound information. Certainly it made sense, Harry’s mind whispered to him as he tried to distract himself by getting ready for bed. But his thoughts were impossible to ignore at this moment. He remembered suddenly about a week ago when he had been trying to explain one of his theories to you, pointing to the equation on the whiteboard behind him at random intervals. You clearly hadn’t been paying attention. Uttering a distracted ‘uh huh’ every few minutes as you seemed to stare at a fixed space beside him. At the time, Harry had just assumed that you simply weren’t interested in his many space time theories. And that still may very well be the case, Harry conceded, but was it possible that your thoughts had also been preoccupied at that moment? You’re looking too far into this, Harry tried to tell himself. Could you possibly be attracted to any part of the Earth-2 scientist? No. It can’t be. That being said, he rationalized to himself, there's nothing wrong with a little experimentation. He is a scientist after all. A sly grin slipped onto the scientist’s face as he readied himself for bed. He was very excited to see what he would discover tomorrow.

You were positive that your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Harry had been taunting you all day. Not knowingly of course. There’s no possible way he could know your little secret. Still, it seemed as if Harry was looking for any excuse to draw attention to his hands. Whether it was by using his slender fingers to point out information on your computer screen or just by putting his hands on you at every available opportunity. It started this morning when you walked into Star Labs feeling fairly hungover from your impromptu girls night. You hadn’t gotten home until 3 am last night. You collapsed into a chair in the workshop, letting out a low groan when you spotted Harry by the coffee machine. He chuckled as he took in your appearance.

“Looks like someone had a fun night.” He snarked as you watched him delicately place a cup of coffee on the desk in front of you. You were immediately suspicious of this shockingly kind act. Well, shockingly kind for Harry. You adored Harry, but it was a well known fact that he was in all sense of the word, a grump. And he certainly didn’t go around making coffee for people. You peered up at him in suspicion as he looked down at you with a grin, looking very much like the cat that caught the canary in this moment.

“And what exactly did I do to earn such kindness this morning?” You ask as you slowly reach out to grasp the warm porcelain cup. Harry just rolled his eyes at you. You had to bite back a moan of surprise as Harry ruffled your hair suddenly, nails gently scraping against your scalp. His fingers seemed to tug playfully on a strand of your hair as he pulled his hand away.

“Need to make sure my teammates are fully operational. Not sure what the day has in store, but knowing team flash it’s bound to be eventful.” With that, he walked out of the room, leaving you with a freshly brewed cup of coffee and a few surprisingly dirty thoughts involving Harry and hair pulling.

It wasn’t until midday that you had your next… incident. You felt a presence behind you as you typed away at the computer in the cortex. Most of your metahuman teammates were busy with various crime fighting tasks, which left you with the thrilling job of data entry. It had been the original Well’s idea to record as much information as possible about every meta our team encounters. Despite secretly being the reverse flash, the original Wells did give good advice from time to time. You slowly start to feel fingers brush against your back as someone grips the back of the chair you’re sitting in.

“That’s not right.” You hear a voice murmur surprisingly close to your ear. You jolt at the sudden voice but quickly relax as you identify the presence behind you as Harry. You suddenly realize that he’s waiting for a response. You can feel his fingers wiggling slightly through your shirt as he waits patiently for you to correct yourself.

“What?” You rasp out finally, slightly embarrassed by the husky tone in your voice. You hear Harry let out a little chuckle behind you. The action causing you to suddenly notice his breath hitting your neck. He must be very close then, you think to yourself.

“The meta we encountered.” Harry starts to explain as he raises his right hand to point at the screen. “You stated that he could turn invisible.” You were only half listening at this point. Finding yourself more invested in watching Harry’s hand flex as he talked. “When in actuality, his skin worked as a reflective camouflage giving him the ability to blend into his surroundings.” You let out an annoyed huff at this. You adored the older man, but he could be incredibly nitpicky sometimes.

“Harry, I have spent the entire day entering in meta stats. I don’t think it really matters if I specifically describe this guy’s camo skin. As long as the team gets the gist of it, it’s fine.” Harry sighs and places his hand back on your chair. Before you can tell what’s happening, your chair is being pulled away from your desk and you’re being turned to meet the irritated scientist’s gaze. He’s leaning over you at this point. Both hands placed on the arms of your chair, effectively trapping you. At this point you’re finding it difficult to know if Harry is flirting with you or is angry with you.

“It matters.” You open your mouth to argue, but quickly shut it again when Harry points a finger at you. “We need to be accurate in case we ever encounter something like this again. It helps to know what we’re up against.” You just sit there silently, not wanting to incur any more of Harry’s wrath. The hand Harry was using to point at you suddenly drops down to grip your arm gently. His thumb strokes circles against the inside of your wrist to let you know he’s not upset. “Okay?” You let out a dramatic sigh, desperately trying to hide how much you’re enjoying Harry’s attentions.

“Yes sir.” You give him a sarcastic salute before turning around to continue your work. Harry just smirks at your attitude. He rests his hands on your shoulders and leans in again.

“Good girl.” He squeezes your shoulders for a moment before his hands slide from your shoulders and he casually walks out of the room. You’re left just sitting there in shock. You clear your throat and will the blush to leave your face as you raise your hands on the keyboard and correct your work.

By the end of the day you were beyond frustrated. Most of your encounters with the enigmatic Wells throughout the day had gone in a similar fashion. Wells also seemed to be growing in confidence with every encounter. He had moved on from simply drawing attention to his hands to finding every excuse to place them on you. Whenever you were in the way of something Harry needed to get to, instead of politely asking you to move like a rational human would, he took matters into his own hands (literally) and moved you himself. On more than one occasion you felt Harry place his hands on your hips in order to scoot you out of the way of his intended path. And for a moment before releasing you, you’d feel the man give a gentle squeeze to your hips before brushing past you and walking away innocently. The first time this had happened, you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom in order to regain control of your fluttering heart and flushed cheeks.

Wells had also become more prone to “helping you out” while you worked. If ever you found your hands full with some project, rest assured that the older man would appear behind you, ‘helpfully’ using his lithe fingers to brush the hair out of your face or gather it into a ponytail for you in order to prevent it from getting in the way. At one point he was even so bold as to reach his arms around you, effectively trapping your body against his, and place his hands over yours when you were having trouble connecting a few wires on your little project. His large hands covering yours completely as he guides your fingers through the motions of connecting those pesky wires. When that was finished, Harry simply withdrew his hands and pulled away from you as if nothing had happened. You would have believed it too, if not for the irritatingly smug smile that found its way on his face as he left the room.

Naturally at this point you’d become quite suspicious of this new touchy-feely Wells. While you weren’t entirely convinced that he’d found out about your little obsession with his hands, it was clear that the man was up to something. But if you were to confront him, there was no way on this Earth or his that he would admit to anything. He would simply brush off his little touches as friendly gestures and nothing else. You knew if you wanted to get to the bottom of this, you were going to have to be clever. And so you made your way to Harry’s workstation, fully intent on giving the stubborn scientist a taste of his own medicine.

Harry stood in his usual spot before a white board. He had been working on unravelling some new formula that would potentially benefit the team. But in a truly unwells like fashion, he found himself unable to focus on the problem before him. His traitorous mind found itself reviewing the data he had gathered from you throughout the day. How your face turned red whenever his hands would find their way into your hair or how your breath hitched whenever you felt his gentle touches turn into firm squeezes. Your flustered reactions made the man want to drag you into the time vault and have his way with you. Harry had long since come to the conclusion that you were going to be the death of him. But before the Wells could ponder more about his inevitable death-by-cuteness-overload, he felt a presence behind him and two small arms wrapping around his body giving him an impromptu hug. Wells felt his cheeks flood with warmth as he recognized your form pressing into him from behind. His brain felt as though it was short circuiting as he attempted to form the words to question you.

“Y/N? What- What are you doing?” Gone was the confident Wells who had been teasing you all day. The smallest bit of affection from you turning him into a bundle of nerves. He turned his head to catch sight of you burrowing your face in the back of his long sleeve. You pull your head back to look him in the eye as you smile sweetly at him.

“I wanted to thank you for being so helpful today. You’ve been so friendly today that I just felt the need to thank you.” Your voice pours out like honey as you speak. All the while maintaining intense eye contact with the man. It takes some effort for Harry to be able to restart his brain, wanting nothing more in this moment than to drown in your sweet tone and sudden affection. But once the scientist pulls himself together he takes in your innocent expression and it becomes apparent what you're trying to do. Harry turns to face the white board again as a surprisingly feral grin graces his features. He quickly wipes it off though, not wanting to give away the game just yet. Instead he turns his body in the tight grip that you still have around his torso. Now facing you, Wells sends a sickeningly sweet smile of his own back your way as he raises his hand to brush against your cheek.

“Of course, Y/N.” Harry relishes the look of panic that slides over you as you realize you’re losing control of the situation. “You’re my teammate.” His thumb brushes gently against your cheekbone. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him. He intentionally lowers his voice. “I’ll do anything to take care of my teammates.” Harry has to resist the urge to don a victorious smile as he takes in your flustered appearance. He's not entirely sure when this turned from an experiment into a competition to see who could fluster who the most, but he’s not complaining. Not when he's wrapped up in your embrace like this. Thinking that he’d won your little game, Harry didn’t notice what you were doing until it was too late. Never one to be outmatched, you surged toward him impulsively. All of the teasing you’d taken from the man throughout the day building up inside you and spilling over as you do something truly reckless. You kiss him. Harry’s eyes widened as he felt your face pressing against his. Lips pressing against his in a frenzy of pent up emotion. Your eyes were firmly shut and you prayed his were too so that he couldn’t see your flushed face. You were also hoping to hide the panicked look on your face as you frantically tried to figure out your next move. Your brain was a frenzy of thoughts and emotions. What am I doing? Why did I think this was a good idea? Can I just pull away? Harry thinks I’m insane now. This feels so good though… Eventually you notice that Harry had remained stock still since you initiated the kiss. Feeling more than a little humiliated by your impulsive decision and his lack of response, you pull away from Harry, fully prepared to apologize for your inappropriate behavior. Before you could get very far, you were stopped by an arm reaching out suddenly and wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you back into the arms of the incredibly flustered looking scientist in front of you. You didn’t notice before this moment, but Harry’s face seemed to be bathed in a red tint. He clearly had not expected your little game to turn out this way. But despite the unexpected situation, the scientist wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by. So before you could say a word, his lips were back on yours as you exchanged a desperately needy kiss filled with moans from both of you. After a while, the two of you were forced to separate in order to catch your breath. Harry grinned at you as he held you tightly against him. Placing small kisses on your cheeks as you tried to collect yourself. You couldn’t help but be surprised by this tender display of affection. Eventually you had to reluctantly push him away in order to collect your thoughts.

“So was this all intentional?” Harry furrowed his brows as he tried to work out what you meant. “Were you teasing me all day in order to get me to snap and… more or less confess my feelings towards you?” Harry smiled at this and pulled you back towards him.

“If you must know,” Harry’s hand ran up and down your back to comfort you, clearly sensing your lingering embarrassment. “I was testing a certain hypothesis. Having you come onto me like that,” He paused and gave you a teasing grin. You rolled your eyes at him. “was just a fortunate side effect. But just so you know,” He places a kiss on your head. “I feel the same way.” You smile at that and press another kiss to his lips, this one much more innocent then the last. You pull away suddenly before it can get out of hand, much to Harry’s disappointment.

“Wait, what hypothesis were you testing?” Harry just gives you his usual smirk.

“Nothing important.”

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