#reverse flash x reader

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hope ur having a good day! i wanna ask for some Eobard Thawne x Male Reader where reader is just a normal dude. Like just some guy, i think itd be a funny concept :]

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I love Thawne sm, he’s my bbygirl. He’s a lil crazy, but that’s okay.

Now Thawne is literally just the biggest hater in all of existence, like God damn. He runs on hate and spite, and I appreciate that, because its relatable.

Youd most likely have met after he’s been in a fight with some hero or similar. Maybe he crashes into your yard or into your apartment. You don’t know much about heroes, you know the main ones sure, but you don’t keep track of all of them.

So, when you see someone who looks like a yellow flash in your yard bleeding out, you just kinda shrug and drag him inside, patching him up to the best of your ability. You get the head part of his suit off him and your pleasantly surprised at how red his hair is, you’ve always liked redheads.

You know nothing about speedsters’ preferences for food, and your used to cooking for just one person and have meal prepped for that. But you pull out some snacks you got laying around and a bottle of water, and put it on table beside Thawne, where you flopped him onto your couch.

When Thawne wakes, he’s immediately ready to fight, until he notices he’s just laying on someone’s couch, in a random living room who knows where. He’s honestly confused, because he’s a well-known villain and was in the middle of a fight.

He almost jumps up to throw hands when you walk into the room, eating whatever dinner you had prepped the day before. Imagine his surprise when you just go “hey, your awake. I found you in my yard, you good?”

Insert very confused Thawne, he tries to pull the whole, evil villain thing, but you are so chill and unamused that he just ends up giving up. One way or another you two just end up sitting on the couch and watching the newest episode of your current show.

It becomes a thing honestly. In the beginning he shows up after fights for you to patch up, even though you know very little first aid, but whatever. You put up with it, because if that’s the payment you have to pay for a hot redhead to sit shirtless on your couch, so be it.

Thawne won’t admit it for a long time, but he starts to enjoy your company quite a lot. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t care less about him being a villain or what he does that has heroes after him. Or maybe it’s the fact that you don’t put up with his shit either.

The first time you scolded him and called him an idiot, his heart stuttered, and he won’t ever admit but his face got almost as red as his hair.

You tell him with a flat expression that he’s eating you out of house and home, because of speedster metabolism, so Thawne starts bringing groceries and helping around the house.

At some point you two realize he’s just kinda moved in, like a big street cat you’ve been feeding on your porch, that walked inside and just never left again.

You two never outright say you are dating, it just hits Thawne one day that you guys are cuddling on the couch and watching movies, and that you guys give each other kisses before you go to work, or Thawne runs off to be a villain like normal.

Its honestly quite domestic. I could imagine Thawne taking care of housework since you are the “breadwinner”, since you are the only one with a legal job. Sure, Thawne steals to get money, but he also starts stealing stuff you guys can use around the house.

Imagine Barry and the other speedster’s confusion when Thawne steals a brand-new dishwasher, or a whole porch set, chairs, tables, and all.

You never stop Thawne, since being a villain is kinda his whole thing, you just tell him not to do it with you around, so you have plausible deniability. You do appreciate the gifts he brings you too, but you never mention how most of the shirts he brings you are a little tight, you know he likes looking at you.

Thawne goes a lil crazy when you come home after work wearing your slacks, your button up and your tie. He always wants to be the one to undo your tie so he can pull you into a kiss.

He gets you expensive accessories you can wear to work, think watches that cost more than what you make in six months, tie clips, rings, etc. Everyone at your job honestly think you have some super rich sugar daddy.

You are both quite happy with your relationship, and theres nothing better than coming home to Thawne in an apron, cooking up in the kitchen. He always purrs when you come in through the door and swaggers over, drapes his arms over you, and asks about your day.

After some time, you two get engaged, it just kinda happened. You guys already act like a married couple, but one of you would have proposed. If it was you, you’d pull out a ring on a date or just during one of the evenings you are cuddling on the couch. You would use your family’s heirloom ring.

If its Thawne, he would go out of his way to make a huge deal out of it. hed rob the highest security jewelers in the world, or force the best jewelry maker to make a custom ring.

When the heroes show up its most likely Barry, maybe some of the others since Thawne has been MIA for a long time. They assumed he was planning something big, but he’s been busy playing househusband for you this entire time.

When they learn he’s trying to get a wedding ring they all thing “wait he’s got a lover???”. Thawne is gone before they can catch him though.

The heroes assume the worst, and assume his partner is as much of a villain as he is. Then Barry gets a wedding invite, written by you, since Barry’s been Thawnes nemesis for who knows how long.

Barry has always been a good guy, and since the invite specificlally says not to start anything at the wedding, he goes. Barry goes with the plan to scope out Thawne and his partner, but also to support him cuz its Barry.

Then he sees that Thawne is marrying you, the most normal guy he’s ever seen. When he talks to you, he realizes that you truly love Thawne, and though Thawne doesn’t say it with words, it’s clear the way he looks at you that he’s completely smitten.

The wedding goes great, and Barry is a big supporter, especially when he realizes Thawnes villainy has gone down a lot because he’s so happy with you, that he doesn’t wanna put you are risk.

It ends up becoming a peace thing, Thawne doesn’t do anything huge and Barry wont lock him away for life or have him thrown in the phantom zone. Thawne wont target Barry’s family and alike, and Thawne gets to stay with you.

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's beautiful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

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

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

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

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Eobard Thawne risking his life to save you.

Eobard thought he knew what it was like to lose everything. All of the times that The Flash had humiliated him, made him lose faith in himself, lose faith in the only idol that he ever had, he was sure that he had felt it all. He lost his job while working diligently on creating on his own suit, he lost touch with his family because he was so busy building this persona, this superhero. He thought he knew it all, until you came into the picture.Until you became someone whom he could lose.

He had three choices ahead of him, and none of them seemed ideal. He could a) save you from the fire that he knew that you were caught in because you had called STARLabs looking for help, though this would mean potentially putting himself in the hands of Barry. b) He could stop Barry, and knew that if there were any fatalities in the building because of their fight, Barry would blame himself which would work well into his plan. Or c) he could stay here in his Harrison Wells disguise and do absolutely nothing.

“I have to use the bathroom, excuse me,” He said to Cisco, and wheeled out of the room while Cisco was on the comms to Barry, leading him to the sight of the fire. He didn’t go to the bathroom. He went to his secret room, clamored out of the chair, and pulled on the yellow suit. You were the only good part of the timeline. The glue of the team, the one who took care of everyone. You had been taking care of Harrison for a while now, never suspecting that he was anything or anyone other than who he had said that he was. You were the only person he felt guilty lying to. You were almost as important to him as his mission.

There was no other real choice but option A.

A yellow light streaked through Central City as he arrived at the fire. He couldn’t slow down, even if that meant giving himself away. You said you were on the fifth floor, having come for an appointment about something or other. Barry couldn’t show favoritism. He couldn’t just get you out. He was too good. He had to try to get everyone. But Eobard wasn’t the good guy here. He could be selfish. He could just get you.

His particular light was noticed, and Barry steered in his direction, trying to push him away, out of the building, somewhere else to fight. Or at least to distract him from the fire so he could get the citizens out and then fight. But Eobard was not to be put off. He crashed into Barry’s side, pushing him into the flames and kept going, up the stairs, his feet barely touching the ground, fifth floor - he saw the sign through the heavy smoke. And then it was his turn to be hit, to be thrown off of his guard and slammed into one of the walls which had a weak foundation, crumbling away and causing him to be thrown to the ground, nearly to the window. He got up, having to focus on moving his face to keep the blur up, then speeding past the flash to search through the rooms. It was like that game, Beyblades, with the way that they were bumping into one another, trying to throw each other off of the path. But it was, ultimately Eobard that found you first. Who scooped you while Barry was distracted by trying to get a hold of himself after a particularly nasty push, and brought you down to the ground safely.

You were in shock, to say the least. Barry, you expected. The Man in Yellow? Not so much. But he had saved you, despite his reputation for violence and hatred. “Umm - thank you,” You said. You couldn’t see his face through the blur that he was causing, not a single feature could be made out but you thought you were looking at his eyes. “Thank you,” You said, more stable this time. He didn’t say anything, didn’t dare, just made sure that you were on your feet, and then rushed off without another word, straight to STAR Labs, straight back to his Harrison clothes, to the wheelchair, and wheeled himself out.

“What did I miss?” He asked, returning to Cisco’s side, looking at the monitors.

“Man in Yellow, y/n is safe,” Cisco muttered, distracted. “I don’t see any sign of him anywhere. Looks like he left the scene Barry. I can’t find him.”

“Okay, I’ll just take care of the rest of the survivors,” Barry’s voice came through. Eobard didn’t sigh in relief, at least not audibly. On the inside though, yes. You were safe. He wasn’t caught. The risk had all been totally worth it.

[duskhascome]

Eobard Thawne x Female Reader!

[jokingmisfit]

‘First’ Sights Part 1

~Based on season 2 episode 11 Eobard meets the reader for the first time. This is loosely based and does have quite a twist on things.~

Eobard x Reader

Warnings- Mentions of mourning lost love, mentions of betrayal, Reader doesn’t really like Barry, mentions of the reader wanting to die

Part 2 Coming tomorrow!

Sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Other times it felt like there was too much to feel, to feel at all.

After losing her husband because of his own betrayal, to watching him get wiped from existence itself, to Barry Allen's insults and berating, to a new Harrison Wells, and back to the prior issues.

She hated. It’s all she could feel anymore. After all, why keep feeling when you could just stop. If only she could stop the hate.

She hated Eobard Thawne. She hated that he was gone.

She hated Barry Allen. She hated the Flash.

She hated Team Flash. She hated Harrison Wells #2.

She hated living. She hated herself. She hated life.

Despite this, she kept fighting. She kept pushing. She stayed with the team and helped in every way she could.

She helped Barry learn to walk again.

She helped Cisco develop new technology.

She helped Harry get his daughter back.

She helped save life after life, still she felt nothing but hate. Every time someone got hurt or cried in her arms, she’d do anything to help; she’d pretend to feel whatever they needed because if she continued like normal maybe, just maybe, she’d be “normal” again.

She played the game well. She played it well enough that none of them noticed the frigid look in her eyes. Ever since him her heart was vacant. She felt hollow and if anyone were to notice the way she was when there were no eyes on her they’d know what she was.

Everyday she grew harder. More and more roughness around her edges. She was a shard of glass. She wondered what would shatter what was left of her broken soul.

That’s what she was wondering when she got the call.

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I watched it ring. I always do. I don’t really care who’s in trouble this time, it’s just another thing to do. Another thing to distract me till something else comes to do the same.

It’s a tiring cycle. There was always a way to end this cycle, but I’m too stubborn to give life that kind of satisfaction. 

Answering the call, I put it on speaker. 

“What is it this time Cisco?” 

I hear him sigh shakily, “Um we need you to get here, like now. I don’t have time to explain it, just get here please.”

Before I even answer he’s hung up the phone. I wonder what’s so important he had to call me. They never really do that.

I get in my car and make it to the Lab in 20 minutes. When I walk in I’m met with immediate chaos.

“Where have you been?” Harrison asks, “ Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

I kept walking in as we spoke. “No not really... Cisco called ‘n said I needed to get here then hung up.”

He paused. Stopping me he held me in that spot.

“It’s Thawne, he’s not the same one you remember but one from before he ever came back here.” A beat, “He got pulled in through one of the portals.”

I could feel his eyes ripping through my own. I could feel his hands gently laying on my wrists. I could feel my hands shake in the grip.

My dead husband’s not so dead. I didn’t know what feelings were creeping up on me, but I pushed them down.

I tear my hands away from him with a deep breath. “Why should I care? Hm? You pull me in here just to tell me this-”

Before I can finish he cuts me off. “We called you here because we need you to convince him to help us send him back.”

“That’s stupid,” I say tiredly. “He doesn’t know me. You’ll have a better chance with the Flash asking him.”

“We’re still trying to convince Allen he needs to send Thawne back. And as much as I’m sure it bothers you, he spent years with you enough that he married you.”

“Enough that he lied and faked being someone else? Enough that he threatened to kill me?”

“Honestly, do you think he would have. I can’t imagine spending all that time with someone, being so intimate and not feeling anything.” Harrison says, searching my eyes.

“That’s cause you’re not a sociopath Harrison… Eobard is.” I whisper.

After so much time having all this emotion to hit me so suddenly was making my normal roughness waver. I could see Harrison struggle; he’s never seen me show much emotion, yet here I am slipping up in front of him.

I sigh as he remains silent. “There’s no winning in this… Let’s just get it done with.”

Pursing his lips he nods and walks off.

After a few minutes I get my stuff put up and we head down to the pipeline.

“Why are we keeping him down here? I get doing it before because he didn’t have all his speed back then, but this time… Why doesn’t he just phase through the glass like Barry had Oliver do that one time?” I say skeptically.

Harrison seems to debate what I say for a moment. “I don’t know.”

Not the answer I was expecting from him but I’m not going to argue. I really don’t care all that much. I told Eobard the day he left I never wanted to see him again. I remember he screamed at me;  it was a maudlin plea. Point being, if he escapes then I won’t have to see him. He’ll never even know I was here.

Luck never really was on my side however. Walking into the pipeline the first thing my eyes catch is that yellow suit. I assume the only reason he’s standing so purposefully right now is because he heard Harrison and I make our descent to him.

I wanted to look anywhere else but those blue eyes held something far deeper than I had anticipated. He looked like he wanted to eat me whole. He also, however, looked relieved like a man who was finally able to breathe again.

In my attempt to gain some control over the situation I had decided to bring my tablet. After every big bad we catch I do a psychological evaluation to see where they should get placed. That’s why here and now I decided I would play the same role I always had, even if I'm trying to get different results.

He said nothing as Harrison and I stepped closer to the glass cell. After checking the cell's status I nodded for Harrison to leave the room.

I finally spoke. “My name is Y/n. I’m here to do a standard psychological evaluation, the more you comply the quicker I can leave you alone. Please don’t lie,” I say looking into his eyes, “I can tell when you are. If everything is clear we can begin.”

Eobard looked shocked, his blonde eyebrows raising slightly with a hint of a smile.

“Given you’ve said nothing I’m assuming we can begin.” I blink blankly at him. “What’s your full legal name?”

I look up at him. “You already know it, and if you don’t then why would I tell you?” He replies smoothly.

Sighing I roll my eyes. “This isn’t for me, it's to make sure you know it.”

“Please, this idiotic. I expected more from you.” He complains.

Anger fills me as my thin patience unravels. “If you want to get home Eobard I insist you comply. Alright?” I ask sharply.

“Who said I wanted to go back just yet.” Eobard says inquisitively.

“Why wouldn’t you want to go back, you spent quite a bit of time trying to before, now you don't?” I ask back.

He leans on the wall of his cell, settling his arms into place in front of his chest.

“There’s something I need to collect before I can go back. I get it, I leave. Simple as that.”

“What is it that you want from this time period, Thawne?” I question sighing.

“As much as I’d love to tell you, it’s much too soon for that little one.” He smiles, almost, warmly.

The pet-name made me stiff. I remember when he called me that, he only did after we got married, only did it in private. He always said it’s the first pet-name he ever thought of for me, It made me feel sick.

“First, don't call me that.” As hard as I tried my voice still wavered as I spoke. “Second, you aren't getting anything you want while in that cell, so if you really want whatever it is you’re gonna have to go home without it.” I spoke frigidly.

“This little cell isn’t going to stop me, pet, and you know that.” He moves off the wall, smiling. 

“Listen, I don’t really care what you want… I just want you to go away.” I look down. “Clearly you’re coherent enough and aware of your surroundings and actions. That's all I needed to chart, so I’ll go ahead and leave you alone.” I say smiling bitterly.

Before he could say more I turned to walk out. I could hear him call for me to come back, could hear him scream my name, but I couldn’t turn around. The tears burned my eyes. I haven’t cried since the night I had officially lost him. I haven’t cried, but here I was running down the halls trying not to completely shatter on the ground.

I made my way up to the roof when I finally took a breath. Shaking I sent a text to Harrison simply stating, ‘he wont leave till he gets something he wont tell me what it is,’ hitting send I decide to send one more message, ‘be careful.’

[tvimagines221b]

Eobard Thawne x Teen Reader

Summary: Coming from the 22nd century, Y/N is a young speedster who is an intelligent high school student. But Y/Ns life is suddenly turned upside down when her teacher, and mentor Eobard Thawne pulls her into a conquest to retrieve The Sphere of Destiny. While assisting Thawne, Y/N begins to comfort Thawne about his sudden disappearance. Will Thawne tell her the truth? Will he keep secrets from her?

(SET DURING S2 EP10 “Legion of Doom” OF DC’S LEGENDS OF TOMORROW!)

The Vanishing Point

An awkward silence drifted throughout The Vanishing Point as you stood in the middle of the room, both of your arms crossed over your chest. Part of you didn’t want to move an inch. Perhaps it was the mere fact you were in a room full of complete strangers, all but the blonde-haired man who was a familiar face. Eobard Thawne. Not only a speedster, but your mentor and a good friend. You shifted in your position. The lingering stares from the two other men in the room, Damien Darhk and Malcolm Meryln left you feeling uncomfortable. “Eobard… Care to explain the child standing in the middle of the room?” Damien raised a questioning eyebrow. You looked between the two other gentlemen. Guess they hadn’t quite been informed that of tour presence yet. Malcolm nodded his head as well. “Yes. Because I’m not quite understanding who she is or why she’s here when she clearly doesn’t belong.” He quipped.

Eobard was quick to pick up your nervousness. “Gentlemen…” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You’ll want to treat this young lady right here with the uttermost respect.”

“Why is that?” Malcolm quizzed.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N L/N.” Eobard told them. “She’s an intelligent young woman, who happens to also be a speedster like myself. And, she is here because she is going to aid us in our mission of retrieving The Sphere of Destiny.”Eobard gently squeezed your shoulder, before letting go. It wasn't easy for you to remain still; especially when you had never met these people before. But, there was no reason to show any more fear or uncertainty than necessary. So, you took a deep breath, and straightened your back. “Hello…” You spoke, quietly.

“This is your plan?” Malcolm scoffed. “A teenage girl with super speed?” He seemed disgruntled.

"I assure you.” Eobard assured him. "My time spent with her has proven to me she's exactly what we need." Eobard seemed confident.

“Which comes to my question…” Damien stepped forward as well. “How do you know this girl?” You crossed your arms over your chest. While you were open to speak as well, you just didn’t think the time was right. “All you need to know is she’s my student. And I’ve been training her in how to properly use her ability’s.” Eobard replied, simply.

“Training?” Damien blinked.

“Which in other words means, she’s useless.” Malcolm retorted. “She doesn’t know her full potential, which means she’s more vulnerable.” You felt a string pull at your heart. You looked down, hurt by the man’s words.

“Malcolm does a point, Eobard. Your underling can’t be relied upon. She knows nothing about the abilities she possesses. It would be unwise to to bring her into this if she’s not capable.” Damien argued. He knew that they needed someone who could help. Someone powerful enough.

You looked up to see the three men staring at each other. It was understandable if they seemed hesitant about this. But although you were still learning about your abilities, you knew you would be fully capable of what little of your powers you knew to aid them on their mission. They just needed time for you to prove it to them. And you were sure that Eobard would do his best to try and help them see that.

“Gentlemen, I know you have your doubts about her.” Eobard replied. “But I assure you. She is a speedster. She can learn quickly. If you give her the opportunity, she will prove herself to be a valuable asset.”And as her teacher, I will not let her fail.”

“I can’t believe I’m listening to this.” Malcolm scoffed. He shakes his head. With that, the archer didn’t hesitate to leave the room.

Damien stepped closer to Eobard. “You can’t blame him, Eobard. Bringing a kid into this isn’t your smartest idea. Just think about it. I’ll leave you and the girl to talk.” Damien nodded his head, before he too decided to leave.

That left you and Eobard.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Eobard rubbed his forehead. “They really itch my nerves.”

You frowned. You could tell that Eobard was extremely stressed out about the situation. You looked down. “Eobard… I’m sorry that your partners are hesitate to trust you bringing me along.“ You looked back up, your gaze meeting with the speedsters. “But… Maybe it’s just going to take them some time? I mean, don’t you remember how hesitate you were at first about teaching me how to use my speed?” You tried to remind him. Hoping he’d get your point. Eobard looked at you. He paused for a moment, but soon nodded his head. Remembering back to a time so long ago, when the two of you had first met. “Yes…” He muttered. “I was so unsure. I didn’t think you would be capable of handling that kind of power. But… In time, you showed me how strong you were.”

“Then maybe they just need time.” You told him. “Time to see my strength. Right?” You gave him a soft expression to reassure him.

Eobard let out another sigh. He seemed to understand what you were getting out. Yes. Maybe that’s what they needed? Time. Time to get to know you. To see your potential the same way that they did. “I guess, Kiddo.” Eobard replied. “But as much as I’d like them to, they’re very arrogant. It’s hard to get them to agree with anything I say.”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Arrogant? Geez, that totally doesn’t remind me of someone I know.”

Eobard gave you a quizzical look. “Oh really?”

You shrugged your shoulder lightly. Now seeming to be more comfortable now that it was just you and him. “He’s not that bad though. In fact, he’s a pretty good teacher.” This time, your smile was more genuine. Eobard couldn’t help but manage a faint, but also genuine smile. He always appreciated your compliments. They boosted his ego.

Eobard chuckled. “Well I’m glad you think so.” He walked over to you. You never broke his gaze.

“Try not to stress yourself out too much, okay?” You plead. You knew how Eobard got when he was stressed out and angry. Eobard huffed, stopping within arms length of you. “Y/N…” He began. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms, looking down at you. “You should know my associates aren’t the most…”

“Understandable?” You added.

Eobard nodded. He tilted his head slightly. His bright blue eyes focused on you. “Yes. That’s a good way of putting it.”

“Eobard, it’s okay.” You reassured. “I’m not a little kid that needs to be hovered over. I can handle myself. I understand that my trust must be earned. And I’ll do whatever I can to ensure it is.” You wanted him to know that you would put all of your effort into this mission. “You should know better than anyone that I don’t give up so easily.”

Eobard knew that you had the heart of a fighter. Which is why he couldn’t think of anyone else better to help aid him in this mission. But… Sometimes, that did worry him. Often, he worried that your courage and bravery would be what got you hurt. Or worse, killed. But of course, he could never gather the courage himself to tell you that. Instead, he found subtle and simple ways to express his worries, hoping that one day you might notice. “Of course, I know that Y/N. But I just worry my associates might not hesitate if they see you aren’t fit for this.” Eobard told you. “I just want you to be careful around them. Okay?” His expression softened.

“Of course.” You nodded.

“But I don’t want you to feel frightened by them or intimated for that matter.” Eobard told you. Because he wouldn’t dare let them harm you. “I assure you, I will ensure they treat you kindly.” He reassured you.

You smiled softly. There was something about Eobard that made you feel safe. And even though he was a very powerful speedster, he also possessed a very gentle side to him. That was something you appreciated and admired about him. And over the years, you had caught on to how protective Eobard had become of you. Eobard treated you much like a daughter. He cared deeply for you. And you would do everything in your power to make sure that you wouldn’t disappoint him.

“Oh don’t worry, Damien and Malcolm don’t frighten me.” You remarked. In fact, there wasn’t much that could scare you.

Eobard chuckled. “Didn’t think they would.”

“I’m tougher than I look.” You smirked.

Suddenly, Eobard’s watch pinged, and he looked down at he. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he looked up at you. “Sorry Y/N, but I must be going. It’s urgent.” You looked at him, and nodded. Understanding that he had to go, and to let him know it was okay. “But no worries, I’ll be back before you know it.” He gently gave your shoulder a nudge, before disappearing in a flash of red lighting.

~~

Time seemed to pass entirely…oddly in The Vanishing Point. In fact, you had been unable to determine how long it had been since Eobard had left to attend his business. Sitting on a table, you swing your legs back and forth. As a Speedster, you were used to being able to run about wherever you wanted, and however long you wanted. So you weren’t used to sitting around and doing nothing. Though, you supposed you shouldn’t take the peace for granted. It was nice to have a moment where your mind wasn’t racing with thoughts and feelings. Although, the more that you sat there. The more you felt like things just weren't quite right. It was a bad feeling. While yes being in The Vanishing Point all alone was very creepy, this feeling was completely separate from that. Hopping off of the table, you felt compelled to explore your surroundings. To become more familiar with them.

It was unclear, when Eobard would return from his duties. So might as well make the most of your time, right?

As you were exploring the Vanishing Point, you had stumbled upon a room. A darkened one. As you entered the room, your footsteps had made an echoing noise.

“Hello?! Who’s there?” A frantic voice called.

You stopped in your tracks. The voice, was completely unfamiliar to you. It wasn’t Eobard, nor was it Damien or Malcolm. It was a man, that was for sure. “Hello?” You called out.

You stepped forwards, and as you had gotten farther into the room, your eyes laid on a man. The voice you heard.

Sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man. Your eyes grew. What the hell?

“Please. Please, whoever you are. Don’t-Don’t come near me!” He shouted. You slowly, and cautiously walked over to the man. Who was this man? Why was he here? Tied up. It was clear that the man was extremely frightened. So you had to do your best to try and call him down.

“Hey-it’s…it’s okay.” You stopped in front of him. “I won’t hurt you.”

The man looked you up and down. “You…you’re just a kid.” He muttered. He shakes his head. “Please. Please. Help me. Let me out of here.”

His eyes. You could see the fear and panic in them. This man was terrified for his life. He seemed so desperate to escape. You swallowed. At first, you were hesitant. Why was this man even here in the first place? Was he dangerous? You didn’t know.

“I-“ You began. “Who are you? What happened?”

“My name is Phil. I’m-I’m a director. I was kidnapped by these two crazy dudes!” The man tried to explain. “Please. Please, you gotta let me out man. You have to free me and get me out of here. I think they’re going to torture me or even kill me.”

Torture? Kill?

Eobard didn’t have any part in this did he? Oh you hoped he didn’t.

“Who? Who kidnapped you?” You asked.

“These two dudes. They had these weird guns.” Phil replied. “Kept talking about some Sphere. I don’t know about any Sphere.” He told you.

The Sphere of Destiny?

Was he talking about Malcom and Damien? They kidnapped this man? Why? What did he have to do with any of this. You let out a shaky breath. “You mean, The Sphere of Destiny? Is that what they were asking about?”

Phil nodded. “Yes yes. They kept saying I’m some guy named Rip Hunter. Man. He’s a character from my movie!”

Rip Hunter?

Rip Hunter was a Time-Master, from the 22nd century.

“Rip Hunter?” You quizzed. You took a second glance at him. Really getting a good look at him. His hair and beard were longer. His clothes seemed normal, but the way he spoke. Completely opposite of someone from London. But it was him. It was definitely him. This was Rip Hunter. “What I don’t understand. What happened to you?”

“What?” Rip quizzed. He then shakes his head. “No no. You don’t understand. I am NOT Rip Hunter. I am Phil!” He looked at you, his eyes grew. “Wait. Wait. Is this some sort of test. Oh god. Are you with them?” He seemed to panic.

“Yes.” You answered. “Wait-no I mean… Yes. I’m with them. But…” But you didn’t know about this. “But I had no idea about this.”

“Look, can you just please let me go?” Rip plead. “Just let me go, and I’ll be on my way. I swear. I won’t press charges.”

Your expression softened. This wasn’t supposed to be Rip Hunter. But something wasn’t right. It was like he didn’t even remember who he was. Regardless, you could never deny someone asking for help. “Okay okay. Calm down? I’ll let you out.” You reached down, to untie his bonds.

Rip nodded his head and let out sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Your mind began to race.  

Why would they kidnap Rip Hunter? 

Why can he not remember who he is?  

Well, it seemed that your instincts were right. That things had felt very off. You continued to untie Rip’s bonds, when suddenly you felt a burning sensation in your hands. “OW.” You yelped, letting go of the rope and stepping backwards. What was that?  

Rip’s eyes grew wide. “What are you doing?” He shakes his head. “Why did you stop? Keep going! You have got to get me out.”  

“I’m afraid she won’t be doing that.” A grim voice came from behind. 

Your head turned, and you looked over to see Damien Darhk. The older gentleman gave a smug smirk, as he began to walk in your direction. You held your hand, which still had that burning sensation. “You...”  

“It seems the little bird has flown too far away from its nest.” Damien said. Though, he would narrow his eyes at you. “Now, what are you doing snooping around in places you shouldn't?” 

You shake your head. “Why does Eobard have Rip Hunter locked up here?”  

Damien Darhk simply shrugged his shoulders. “Captain Hunter, is here because he has information regarding on the whereabouts of the rest of the Sphere of Destiny.” He took a step towards you.  

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You stared. “Why is he being kept a prisoner?”  

“Well you see Y/N, this is what we like to call an interrogation. I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of good cop, and bad cop.” He replied. “Captain Hunter has been keeping this said information from us, and this is the only way to get him to cooperate.”  

“By torturing him?” You scoffed.  

“Torture is...a last resort.” Damien told you.  

“What about...what about the fact he doesn't remember who he is?” You knew that Damien Darhk and Malcolm Meryln couldn’t be good people, and this seemed to prove that theory. Kidnapping. Torture. These were the ways of villain's. “What did you do to him?”  

“See that’s the thing.” Damien chuckled. “Captain Hunter’s memory loss was entirely his doing. His sad attempt of keeping the Sphere’s whereabouts from us.”  

“I...I don’t understand...” You looked away.  

“If you’re so eager to ask so many questions, then you may want to start with seeking out your mentor.” Damien said. You looked back up at him.  

“Eobard?” You quizzed.  

Damien nodded his head. “Eobard is the head of this operation.”  

So this was Eobard’s idea? To kidnap and torture Rip Hunter? You swallowed. That idea made you feel a pit in your stomach. Why? Why would Eobard ever want to do something so awful?

“So this is his idea?” You asked.

“Mostly, yes.” Damien told you. “Malcolm and I were just pulled along the way.”

“Hey! Hey! I’m still here!” Rip shouted. He looked between the two of you. “Look man I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but let me go!”

Damien Darhk looked to Rip Hunter, and stared daggers into his gaze. “It’s incredibly rude of you to interrupt our conversation.” He then looked back at you. Damien could tell that this had all come to a shock to you. That you hadn’t expected it. Which made sense to him. He reckoned Eobard would keep his wicked ways from his underling. “Look… I can tell this is all a shock to you. May I suggest, maybe confronting Eobard about it?”

“Confront him?” You shake your head. Would he even open up to you, or would he deny it?

“Yes. Because I’m sure if you pushed it enough, he would have choice but to open up to you.” Damien Darhk walked over to where Rip was sitting. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some interrogating to do.”

It was more of a demand, then a suggest.

So, you gave Damien Darhk a nod, before flashing off in search of Eobard.

~~

With your mind racing with thoughts, you continued throughout the Vanishing Point. This didn’t seem like it should be a reality. And it certainly didn’t make any sense! Why would Eobard want to keep something like this from you? Why would he kidnap Rip Hunter? As you entered the man area, you gaze landed on that of Eobard Thawne. The older speedster was sitting at a computer, and appeared to be doing some sort of work. But of course at the sound of the echoing footsteps, his head turned. To look at you as you had entered the room. A smile graced his features. “Hello, Y/N.” He greeted. He let out a sigh, before standing up from the computer. “I told you I wouldn’t back, didn’t I?” He gave a little smirk. Eobard walked out from behind from the desk.

You stopped halfway towards him.

“Yeah…you did.” You replied.

Eobard narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright?”

At first, you were hesitant to answer. You knew you could pretend like things were fine. But what would be the point? So Eobard could keep being so secretive? So, instead you chose to be straightforward and blunt. “I don’t know… Pretty shocked by the fact that a version of Rip Hunter who doesn’t know who he is, is locked up in the other room.”

This caught Eobard completely off guard. He let out a chuckle. “I’m sorry?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, and huffed. “When you asked me to help you find the Sphere of Destiny, I didn’t think it would involve kidnapping and torture.”

Eobard went silent for a moment. It seemed he was debating if he even wanted to reply. But after a moment, he lets out a sigh. “Captain Hunter is not in his right mind right now. He has no true idea of his identity. I merely pushed Damien and Malcolm to ensure that Mr.Hunter wouldn’t become a danger to himself or others.”

That was his excuse?

“I get that but…” You shake your head. “Damien said he rid himself of his memories to keep you all from discovering where the Sphere of Destiny was.” You swallowed.

“Yes, he did.” Eobard nodded.

“But that implies he knows something I don’t.” You replied. It suggested that allowing Eobard and his associates to have the Sphere of Destiny in their possession, was dangerous. That it couldn’t be. Why? Why would it be dangerous?

They wanted to retrieve the Sphere so it could become a treasured artifact. How was that dangerous l?

Eobard shrugged his shoulders. “Mr.Hunter is a Time-Master. Well, more a former one anyways. I’m sure he thought that keeping anyone from knowing where the Sphere was, was the best way to protect history.”

“Eobard..” Your voice became lower.

Eobard raised an eyebrow. “Y/N, please. If you are worried about Captain Hunter’s well-being, then I have no problem ensuring Mr.Darhk, and Mr.Meryln use more…ethical ways of persuading him.”

“That’s not just it, Eobard.” You told him.

Not only, did you feel that Eobard was keeping more than one just secret from you but…but you couldn’t quite explain his behavior. One day, you and Eobard were in the lab. He was going on about how ecstatic he was to present himself to the world. To show them that he too could be a hero, just as the man and hero he admired. The Flash. The next, Eobard Thawne was gone. He had left a note to you, saying he had something important to tend to. That he would be: Back in a Flash. But… But he was gone, for an entire year. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Where did he go in all of that time? What was he doing? You were so desperate to know now.

A frown now graced Eobard’s features. “Then what is it?” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you straightened your posture. “Eobard, you left. You left and you were gone for an entire year.”

Eobard looked down at you. “Yeah…Yeah I was.”

“An entire year.” You repeated. But this time, hurt was in your voice. “All you left me was a note. No calls or texts. No indication of where you were or why you were gone for so long.”

Eobard sighed. He could tell by that look in your eyes, that this was going to be a very long and complicated conversation. One that you weren’t going to let go of so easily. He knew you well enough to know that.

“I know and…” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Eobard Thawne was your mentor. Your friend. In a way, he was like a father to you, and he just up and leaves you?

“Sorry?” You scoffed. “Is that all you can say…”

Eobard Thawne knew that this conversation would be a very complicated one. One that he would have to help her understand. He knew in his heart, he couldn’t lie to her. He had to tell her the truth. The only issue with that, was that Eobard knew what that truth would do to her. Y/N looked up to him. She admired him. The same way he once admired The Flash. He saw the good parts of him. Completely unaware of the bad parts. The parts that were merciless and ruthless. He didn’t really want to have this conversation with her. But he knew that she wouldn’t stop pushing, until he did eventually her the truth.

Eobard sighed. “No of course not I-“ He let go of her shoulder. “I just…don’t know where to start with this.”

“Maybe with where you went?” You quizzed. You crossed your arms over your chest. What kind of business had been so important he had to abandon her?

“Right.” He cleared his throat.

You knew that Eobard had tended to be secretive with her about things. And in the past, you didn’t ever want to push him about them. But this time, this time you had to. “What could’ve been so important that you couldn’t tell me?“ You shake your head.

Eobard tensed. But he knew he had to tell her. “Okay okay.” He sighed. “I did leave you, yes. But, I left with the intention of coming back. I never meant to leave you hanging. I’m sorry I couldn’t contact you.”

“Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?” You remarked.

“I wanted to contact you.” Eobard told you. “I promise, I did. But don’t things happened. And for months I left unable to reach you.”

“Where were you, Eo?” You uncrossed your arms. All of that time, you had felt so alone. While yeah, you still had your family and friends. But you and Eobard had always shared a profound bond.

“I…I traveled through time.” Eobard huffed.

Your eyes grew wide. He traveled through time? Why? Where did he go? “What? Why? Where did you travel to?”

“The year 2000.” Eobard looked down. “I uh, I went there to um…to see The Flash.”

The Flash? You tried to search your mind for answers. You knew that Eobard Thawne had admired The Flash. And perhaps yes, you did too. The Flash was a great hero, that would he remembered for centuries.

“The Flash?” You replied. “I don’t understand.” You shake your head. “Why would travel so far just to see The Flash? And if I’m not mistaken, that’s years before The Flash even came to be. He would’ve been young then.”

Eobard nodded. That you had been right about. Barry Allen, had just been a child. 11 years old. “Yes, that you are right about.”

“Eobard, you aren’t making sense!” You protested. What sense did it make that Eobard would travel all the way through time, to see The Flash before he came to be?

Eobard nodded. “I know. But… It will make sense.” He let out another sigh. “I didn’t just travel back in time to visit The Flash. I…” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I traveled back in time to kill him.”

Kill him? What?

Now he really wasn’t making any sense! This was absurd! Now, you were believing that he was starting to make things up.

“Kill him?” You scoffed. “Okay. Eobard, that’s not funny. That’s absurd. Why can’t you just tell me the truth? Instead of making up stories!”

“It’s not a story.” Eobard shakes his head. He looked back up to you.

“It has to be.” You remarked. Right? The Flash was his idol. The man who inspired him to even give himself super-speed in the first place. What sense did it make that he would want to kill his hero?

“It isn’t, I’m afraid.” Eobard said.

You looked at Eobard. And suddenly, you saw no sign of deception. Like he was actually being truthful.

“So you traveled back in time in kill the same man you idolize?” You shake your head. “No. No Eobard, stop. This is…this is crazy. Why would you want to kill The Flash? He’s your idol. He’s the very reason you even gave yourself super-speed in the first place! You’re not making sense!”Tears welled in your eyes. “Eobard, please. Just tell me the truth. Okay? I…I don’t get mad. I promise. Just tell me the truth.” You plead.

Eobard placed his hands on your shoulders. “I am telling you the truth but…” He breathed out. “But there is more to it. You’re right. The Flash is the very reason I gave myself super-speed. I idolized him. I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be like him. And when I finally did become like him, fast, well…I wanted to not just be like The Flash.” He sighed. “I wanted to be The Flash.” You tensed up, but kept your gaze on him. “And I was so close, Y/N. So close to presenting myself to the world. Showing them that I could be the hero that they needed. I could be The Flash.” His gaze darted downwards. “Then The Flash showed up. And what did he do? Stole my glory. Stole my crowd.” He clenched his jaw. “Then…then he saved the crowd. The crowd I was meant to impress. He stole everything from me.”

You listened to him. “So, he did his job? What…why want to kill him?”

Eobard looked back up. “The Flash took everything from me, Y/N. He took my chance of being a hero. Of being him. And to make matters worse, I learned… I learned that not only wouldn’t I never be The Flash, but I would destined to be his enemy.”

His enemy? “Enemy?” Eobard was suggesting that he was meant to be some sort of villain. No. No they couldn’t be! Eobard wasn’t a villain! He was your friend. Your mentor. “What? Eobard, that’s insane. You’re not…you’re not a bad guy…”

“Oh Y/N…” Eobard kept his hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for misleading about the kind of man I am…”

“What? No…I…I don’t understand…” You stared

“I am not a hero, like The Flash. I am not full of light and love. But I am the complete opposite, I am the reverse of everything he is.” Eobard told you. “I am full of darkness and rage. And I wanted to kill The Flash, because I hate him for what he did. I hate him, so much, Y/N. I’ve spent my entire life devoted to ruining his. I even went as far as killing his mother just to make him suffer.”

You felt your stomach drop. Suddenly, everything had chanted for you.

The man who had taught you everything you knew about your speed, wasn’t a hero. He was a villain. The very thing you had been training to stop.

Eobard Thawne was a murderer. A super-villain.

Did that mean that everything he had ever taught you meant nothing now?

Does it mean everything has been a whole lie this entire time? Did he even care about you? You didn’t know.

Everything was a lie.

Everything you thought, and knew about Eobard was all a lie.

“No. No. No.” You shake your head. “No.” You felt as if your heart was being tucked at it. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“Y/N-“ Eobard began.

Feeling your breaths becoming more shaky, you stepped back, forcing Eobard to let go of your shoulders. “No! Stay away!” You gritted your teeth. “Stay away from me!”

Eobard Thawne frowned. He could see. The heartbreak and sadness, the feeling of betrayal in your eyes. It made him feel a pang of hurt in his chest. He never meant for this. He never meant to lie to you. He never wanted to.

Eobard had just spent so much time with her, that it made it hard for him to want to tell you.

He wanted you to be happy.

He wanted you to trust him, and to admire him the way you did. Not be afraid of him. Or hate him.

“Y/N, I am sorry for lying to you.” Eobard began. “I never meant to. I never wanted to. It’s just…” He shakes his head. “I didn’t want to hurt you or scare you. I wanted you to be happy.”

“You’re a monster! And a liar!” You shouted. You felt the tears escaping your eyes and down your cheeks.

You trusted him.

You trusted him.

Eobard Thawne was your mentor. Your friend. Someone you looked up to you and believed in. Someone that you found yourself telling things that you didn’t tell others.

And he lied to you. Deceived you.

“You abandoned me!” You felt this overwhelming feeling of anger and rage. “You lied to me! And now you only brought me here to make me do something awful, didn’t you?”

“No. No of course not.” Eobard reassured. “I would never make you do anything bad.”

You scoffed. “Why should I listen to you?” After all, you should just run. Run away, and never turn your back. Because that’s how you were feeling. You never wanted to see him again. You never wanted to speak to him again.

“Because I only want what’s best for you.” Eobard told you.

‘I only want what’s best for you.’

Words you had heard time and time again from him. Before, you always thought it was sweet that he was looking out for you. But how, they meant nothing.

Nothing.

“If that were true, you would have never brought yourself into my life!” You exclaimed. “You would have stayed away.”

Eobard Thawne expected this. He knew that you would hate him. Even be afraid of him for lying to you. He knew that since he had first met you.

It’s why he tried to cherish every moment he had with you.

Because he knew the day would come where he may never see you again.

“Y/N, I only wanted to help you.” Eobard said. When he first met you, you were a young speedster who hardly understood your powers. Spiraling out of control all of the time. Then one day, you met him. And you promised to teach you how to harness your abilities. Train you, help you reach your full potential.

And you did.

And he had never felt more proud knowing he was the one who helped you. He was the one who shaped you into the hero you were.

You had watched you grow in so many ways. And over time, he began feeling an overwhelming need to protect you. Which, wasn’t in his nature. To want to care for someone besides himself. But you… You had reached to his humanity. The part of him who could feel, and care.

Even…love.

You showed him what it was like to be a father. To have someone to care for.

Eobard knew he could never have a family of his own. Not with the things he had done, and the person he was. So, it meant a lot for him to get this chance with you.

“You lied to me! You talk of helping me, but all you’ve done is hurt me.” You croaked. “You took my trust! You betrayed me! You’re right. You are the villain.” You shake your head. “You will never be The Flash. You will always be the reverse.”

He knew that. He would always be the Flashes greatest enemy. But he never wanted him to become yours.

“And I know that.” Eobard said. He took a step towards you. “I’ve always know The Flash and I would be rivals. And I finally accepted it. Embraced it. But Y/N, I never wanted to be your enemy. I only wanted to be your teacher. Your friend.”

You began to hyperventilate. “No. No. You shut up! You shut up! I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!”

Those words reached his heart. Because he felt it ache.

“I know…” He nodded. “I know…”

“We’re done.” You told him. Done with everything. The lessons. The training. The friendship. Over. There was nothing he could say or do to fix this. Nothing. “Do you hear me? I’m going to leave and I never want to see you again.”

Eobard gave a sad nod. He could understand that. And what was he supposed to do? Argue. Because he knew it wasn’t a fight he would win.

But you knew what he could do?

Finally tell you how he felt. How you mattered to him.

“And I won’t argue with you.” Eobard replied. You had every right to want to him and he knew that. “I’m not going to fight you. I’m not going to hurt. You….you can go…and….and you never have to see me again.” He sighed, but tried to gather his words. “But Y/N, if you’re going to go then well…I suppose I should tell you, shouldn’t I?”

“Tell me what?” You hissed.

“Y/N… I care about you.” He told you. “I always have. Even if you may hate me or be afraid of me, you need to know that. I have always cared for you in many ways. You have always mattered to me.”

What was this?

More lies? More deception? In your heart, you knew you should go. Leave him behind.

But instead, you stayed. Not knowing why you wanted to listen.

“From the beginning I have always felt the responsibility to look after you, and protect you.” Eobard confessed. “And…and I just never expected this.” He huffed. “I never expected the opportunity to be proud of someone. To see someone grow in so many ways and become successful.”

What?

“Why are you telling me this, huh?” You stared at him. Rage in your eyes.

“Because if you’re going to go, you need to know that. That I am proud of how far you have come. How much you have grown.” Eobard slowly inched closer to. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms. Though, instead of flinching, you froze. Unable to bring yourself to move. “I am proud of you, Y/N. And…” He looked down at you. “You have given me the chance to know what it feels like to be a father. To love someone more than you can ever imagine. To raise someone knowing they’ll be better then you ever were and being okay with that.”

No. No.

You couldn’t be hearing this, right. This had to be a lie, right?

Was Eobard really saying he loved you like a daughter?

“N-No. P-Please. J-Just-G-Go.” You plead. “Please.” You felt your chest pounding and your heart aching.

“If you want me to go, then I will go.” Eobard said. “I care about you enough to want you to be happy. And if forgetting about me is what will make you happy. Then okay.” He nodded. “I won’t get in the way of your happiness.”

“Stop pretending t-to care.”

“I was never pretending.” Eobard said. Though, his tone. It had become…softer. He raised his hand, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

Your eyes grew wide.

What was he doing? “What-“

“Goodbye, kid.” He said. A hint of sadness in his voice. And… It didn’t sound fake. It sounded, genuine. “I know you will be everything I wanted you to be. And you will be happy. Remember that.” He leaned forward, and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. Before pulling away from you.

In that moment, you felt like everything around you was spinning. And you seemed to make a realization.

He cared.

He cared…

Even through all of his lies and deception, he did care about you.

Eobard went to turn away, perhaps to leave as you had wanted him to. But, for some reason, you didn’t want him to leave you. Not again.

“Wait!”

Eobard looked to you, staring. Wondering what you could have possibly wanted. He figured you might leave now. To get as far away from him.

But in fact, it became quite the opposite.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You croaked. You didn’t why. Why you so desperately wanted him to stay. You should hate him. Fear him.

But now…you felt those emotions becoming buried deep inside of you.

And you only felt the need to be protected.

Eobard narrowed his eyes. You…you wanted him to stay?

If surely seemed like an illusion.

But from the way you weren’t running away, it had to be true hadn’t it? You wanted him to stay.

In a flash of lighting, you ran to him. Hugging him. So tightly, that you had almost knocked him over. But he was strong and could hold back.

Eobard, at first paused.

He was taken back by this.

Eobard looked down to you. The way you were clinging to him like he was the only thing that could keep you safe. It was familiar yet unfamiliar.

“S-Stay. P-Please.” You cried.

Eobard slowly felt himself sink into the hug. Of course he would stay. He wouldn’t ever think of abandoning you again. “Yes.” He whispered. “I promise, I won’t leave you this time.”

He meant that.

He would stay. He wouldn’t abandon you.

While he knew he wouldn’t give up on his quest to retrieve The Sphere of Destiny, there was one thing he knew for certain.

Right all, all he wanted to stay here with you. His friend. His student.

His daughter.

[allzelemonz]

Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request, fluff with cuddles Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff, tooth rot Warnings: Eobard is a workaholic, Flash obsession Summary: The days when Eobard actually sleeps are perfect, just like this one. Author’s Remarks: Short, sweet, etc.

Some things to know about speedsters: they eat a lot, they will do everything fast if they’re not reminded to slow down, they get tired fast too. Eobard is no exception, particularly because he overworks himself whenever the Flash is involved in his plans. Sleep doesn’t come every day like it does for those who move at a normal speed. So when he ends up in bed around the same time as you it’s a treat.

His clothes can range from actual pajamas to casual houseware or a full suit to his speedster gear. It depends on the day. You're lucky enough today to find him in pajamas and buried into covers as fast asleep as anyone can be. His hair is messed and you can tell it’s from the Reverse Flash suit by the way it lays at the front. Said suit is compacted back into its ring, laying on the nightstand.

You join him, lifting the covers and intending to simply let him sleep on his own side, but he pulls you closer. His face buries itself into your back as his arms find their place around you. Slight mumbles come from him, something about the Flash and Central City. You make yourself comfortable and fall asleep yourself, much faster than you expect to.

Mornings after Eobard has actually slept are full of energy. He makes breakfast, most of it for him due to his calorie needs, but he saves your favorites for you. His work is put off in favor of keeping you close because his focus is in one place rather than the other. Most of that time is spent in bed, some of it is spent on the couch with the TV on and programmed away from anything superhero or villain related.

All days are good days, but these are your favorite.

[shadowsteed15]

I sadly haven't been able to write for a while, but I looked through my files and found this fanfic, a Reverse Flash x reader story that I wrote a while ago and never posted it, so I'm doing that now. 😊

I love the DC comics, it used to be mostly the Batman universe and its villains, but then I started watching the Flash and I fell in love with the Reverse Flash, Eobard Thawne. The Arrowverse universe has been really generous with us in that regard, giving us two amazing actors to play the role of the villainous speedster, so I have a few other fanfics on my account with both of them. 🥰

[unreliablesnake]

Writing my Eobard/Eowells fic in second person POV feels weird since I wrote it in third person all those years ago. And the OC was called Nina and I miss that name. So yeah, I deleted the first part of the story “Of reverse love and stuff” to rewrite it. I'll repost it later.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can i request the continuation of jason todd and dick grayson yandere ask? Maybe add in smut aswell. (Don't force yourself!, Take a good care of yourself 💗)

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

Imagine sitting in a spinny chair petting a cat like a bond villain. I have wanted to write a part two for this for a while. Instead of reader just dating his og universes version of them, what if reader was dating multiple people 👀? Cuz you cant imagine the kid of Thawne being a nice person.

Ill refer to readers original universe as OG verse, and the yandere universe as yan verse cuz its easier to understand.

Part 1 can be found here

In part 1 yan Dick and Jason has pretty much abandoned their former dimension in smithereens after having wiped out the entire justice league, as they tried to stop them from crossing dimensions and tearing a hole in reality itself to find you.

So, when Yan Dick and Jason appear in your OG dimension, different procedures set up by the league notify them about the tear in reality and how unstable it is. They’d rush there and find two bloody and battered versions of Dick and Jason, and thinking they fled some battle or a doomed timeline, they bring them to the tower.

When Jason and Dick wake up, they immediately fall back on the many tricks they had been taught under their batman, who was apparently even better at lying than OG batman, as they believe them when they claim their home dimension was destroyed and they have nowhere to go.

It takes a while to work Yan Dick and Jason into the league and their hero roster, but they never suspect them of being anything less than heroes and stable. They start calling them Rick and Jay since it gets confusing with multiple people named the same thing.

They don’t drop hints that they know you, but they do try to figure out where you are and what you are doing at all times, but its harder than they thought it would be. Who would have thought trying to track a guy that can cross dimensions and time at will would be so difficult.

Rick almost bursts a blood vessel when he hears some of the younger OG league members talking about how “Mach 10 has been dating multiple people at once”, and Jay wants to curl up into a ball and disappear and tear himself apart.

Their obsession finally starts showing through the cracks as they use league resources to find you and stalk you. More and more cracks appear in their masks and fake personalities, as they see you going on dates with other people.

Jericho, Jamie Reyes, Roy Harper, Garth, Kyle Rayner, the list went on. You seemed to be dating multiple people at once, at the same time, as you used your powers to be in multiple places at once.

You weren’t a good person, so you hadn’t even felt bad when Jamie had cried finding out you were cheating on him with multiple people, you just shrugged and asked him what he had expected from Thawnes offspring.

It was common knowledge amongst the younger league members that you were down to a roll in the sheets with most, but there wasn’t a loyal bone in your body, and you could easily turn on whoever you were dating at the time if it was part of a plan.

Of course. Rick and Jay never saw you as the problem. How could you be? You were perfect, you were everything that mattered in the multiverse, and you could do no wrong. It had to be your partners that were the issue, they had to be neglecting your needs and leaving you having to resort to finding different ways to meet them.

OG justice league knew Rick and Jay had some issues, but they had always blamed it on coming from a dimension that had been destroyed by some unknown evil. But as time passed, they started to think that maybe the backstory they had been given wasn’t true.

It came to a head when one day Rick almost gutted Roy after he and Jay had followed you around Coast city, where you had met up with Roy and the two of you had gone on a date, ending with you two back in Roy’s apartment.

Rick and Jay were both cracking as they saw others put their grubby disgusting hands all over you and just doing whatever they wanted. Whenever they heard others insult you, they felt like repeating what they had done in their original universe.

After Rick attacked Roy, he was placed on probation. Jay was more subtle about his plans, as he wasn’t as blinded by rage as Rick and was more fueled by not feeling like he was good enough and blaming himself.

People didn’t even put two and two together for a while when your non league admirers started going missing, only to be found much later dead in many different ways. There was no way to tie the murders together, but it was clear there was a pattern, but no one could figure out what it was.

The league finally discovered just what type of people Jay and Rick were when you one day wandered into the tower. Maybe the league needed your help with something involving the speedforce, or the negative speedforce.

But the moment the two yanderes saw you, it was like they became completely different people, the masks they had been wearing for months shattered as they almost stumbled over each other to get to you first.

You just saw in your seat grinning to yourself as they clambered into your lap, vile threats of what he could do to anyone who touched to passing Ricks lips, as Jay warbled out apologies and begs for you to love him and appreciate him.

The league wasn’t sure what to do, but their suspicions only grew. It got to the point where they somehow track down the dimension the Yans originally come from, to see what really happened. Imagine their horror when they learn Rick and Jay killed all of them out of obsession fueled love for you.

But when they finally figured out the truth, Rick and Jay fully dropped their roles and started chasing you around like lovesick puppies again, butchering anyone who got in their way.

The league could lock them up, but they had also seen what happened when they were separated from you, and as long as they were around you and an had no reason to lash out, they seemed fine for the most part.

You had moments where you would peace out to different dimensions, especially when Rick and Jay started foiling all your attempts to mess around with other people, Rick always exploding in rage and Jay breaking down in tears and wails of misery.

Again, you were never a good person, and they annoyed you sometimes, but it was kinda cute to have them begging for scraps of your attention even as the league tried again and again to capture them and lock them away.

Rick and Jay never find a way to lock you away, you are just too powerful. But they at some point stumble across ways to make themselves stronger so they can keep up. Like making themselves speedsters, or developing gear to follow and track you, they come up with something.

But you learn an easy way to distract them is by piling attention on them for a while, get them comfortable, then you can peace out when they get on your nerves.

Jay is always easier to trick than Rick, as Jay is always aching for any tiny piece of attention and love youll give him, his knees always buckling when you kiss him or hold him, words almost akin to worship always tumbling out from between his lips towards you.

Rick is harder to trick, as hes always suspicious and angry, but an easy way is to dominate him in some way, like tying him up and then leaving him there, leaving him to get out on his own, or get help from Jay if he needs it.

All in all, the league is scared and cautious, but knows they wont be an active threat to the league as long as they have you. And your relationship with your yanderes is nowhere near healthy, with you only loving them like someone would love a pet or a toy, and them loving you way too much.

But what can someone expect from the offspring of Thawne, and two extremely unstable Bats.

[mcbenson25]

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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He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

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That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

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[gilverrwrites]

I could love you

Eobard Thawne/Reader, 6K words (+a little Barry Allen/Reader) Warnings: NON/EXTREMELY-DUBIOUS CONSENT | home intrusion | arguing | violence | lying | rough sex | rough breast/nipple play | teasing | exhibitionism | unprotected sex | breeding kink | just a tiny hint of asphyxiation | DEAD-DOVE: DO NOT EAT - As per, I'm being way to cautious with the warnings. A/N: Nobody asked for this, I basically just wrote it for my thirsty self. Mostly based on the animated films (paradox and hell to pay). No further explanation, he's just hot ok.

A lot had happened today that you hadn’t expected. You hadn’t expected to buy a whole new dress, a pretty, glittery one with strappy shoulders and a moderately low neckline, but you’d really hit it off with this guy from Tinder, and you kinda wanted to impress him. You’d been looking forward to it all week, which is why you hadn’t expected it when he ghosted you, standing you up and blocking all your socials. What an ass.

You also hadn’t expected to bump into your co-worker Barry Allen at the restaurant. He’d insisted on joining you. Despite your initial objections, you’d had a really nice time, in a strictly platonic way of course. You had no romantic interest in Barry, but he sure was easy to spend time with, his nerdy nature, and affinity for bad jokes had genuinely lifted your spirits. At the end of the night, he’d walked you home, thanking you for letting him crash your pity party. He said he rarely got to sit down to properly enjoy a meal and good company. You can believe it; you've never met another man who's somehow always rushing, yet somehow still perpetually late for everything. In turn, you’d thanked him for saving you from the embarrassment of eating alone and taking your mind off the sting of rejection before giving him a goodnight kiss on the cheek and heading inside. Which is where the biggest surprise was waiting for you.

By the door, you instantly hang up your bag and kick off the new shoes that had been grating your toes all evening before negating your way to the kitchen to store your doggy bag, using nothing but the low light that seeps through your windows, not bothering with the big lights. When you turn to head for the bedroom, you’re not expecting to find the ominous, yellow blurred silhouette of a man in your doorway or it’s two red, glowing eyes that pierce through darkness.

“Did you enjoy your date?” His voice billows through the room, bouncing off the tiled walls and echoing in your ears. It’s almost comical, this formidable, inordinate, spirit-like intruder, standing in the darkness, quizzing you about love life. You’d laugh if you weren’t scared stiff.

“Date?” You eventually question, voice meek as you attempt to tiptoe back from him, but before you can finish a single step, he crosses half of the distance between you, moving at impossible speed and that’s when it clicks, who he is. Professor Zoom, The Reverse-Flash, The Man in yellow. The media had many names for him, but nobody knew his true identity. What you can’t figure out, however, is why he’s here, and why he cares about your ‘date’.

“Yes.” As he speaks, his shape begins to take form, sharpening into something more human. The leather-like fabric of his suit clings to a powerful frame. The red of his eyes grows even more sinister once you catch sight of his black scleras. He smiles at you, rather unsettlingly with full lips. “Did you have a nice time with Barry Allen? Did he charm you with his stupid sweater and outdated jokes?”

“What? He did- we-” He takes a step closer, and you avert your eyes from his uncomfortable gaze, rapidly searching for a weapon, or an escape route, but really, what can you do? What could you grab, where could you go that he wouldn’t get to first? You’re caught in a trap, and he knows it, that’s why he’s taking his sweet time, languidly, confidently treading closer, watching you sweat. Though you feel utterly ridiculous explaining this to him, you do your best to answer his questions. “It was nice, but it wasn’t a date!”

“No?” His tone oozes amusement. He chuckles, it comes deep from his chest. If you weren’t scared witless, it might have been a compelling sound, but he’s close enough to touch you now, and you shake as he reaches a hand out, taking the skirt of your dress between his thumb and fingers to play with the fabric. Those unnerving eyes tracing over your body, following the curve of your hips, the dip in your cleavage. “You dress like this for all of your non-dates?”

In an impulsive burst of anger you make to slap his hand away but he beats you to it, letting go and leaning back against the nearest counter long before you reach him.

“Do you love him?” He asks point blank, and the absurdity of it strikes you.

“No!” You answer without hesitation. It’s the truth, and hopefully what he wants to hear. “What are you even- “

“I don’t believe you.” He interrupts with the shake of his head.

“I don’t care if you believe me, it’s none of your business but it’s the truth! He’s just a co-worker.” You plead but he doesn’t appear to be listening. Instead, he’s nosing through your cupboards like he owns them, leisurely poking around until he finds a mug. In the blink of an eye your kettle is boiling, and a herbal teabag sits waiting at the bottom of the cup. How long does he plan on being here? “Why do you even care? What do you want?”

He doesn’t answer, so you continue to attest, each of your statements met with a ‘tsk’ or the shaking of his head. You go round and round in circles, Zoom apparently content to drag this out as long as it remains entertaining for him, knowing that you know, there’s nothing you can do to be rid of him until he’s good and ready.

“Credit where it's due though, Bar.” He finally turns to you once more, eyes roaming your frame again between sips of what must be scalding hot tea. “He has good taste.”

The compliment, while peculiarly gratifying, does nothing to soothe your anger and fear. It’s becoming more and more clear to you that whatever he’s here to do, this is about Barry. You’re just caught in the crossfire. There’s no way for you to win, but you shoot another, pointless shot anyway. “I don’t love him, I swear.”

“Maybe not yet. But you will.” His self-assurance continues to intimidate you. You know it’s useless but when he steps toward you again, you step back, all but cowering as he seethes.

“Unless I stop it from happening. You can’t give your heart to Barry Allen.” He states, and before you can even process his assertion, you’re overcome with debilitating pain. Intensely sharp, and arching, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, all emanating from your chest. Looking down you see his arm, yellow and blurred, buried in your torso, literally clutching your heart in his hand. “Not if I take it first.”

This is the part where you beg for your life, but you’re too overcome with panic and pain to utter more than a quiet and shaky. “Please.”

His body is moving at such a fast pace that it’s near impossible to make out his features, but you could swear he’s smiling as he watches you panting in pain, trying your best not to move a single muscle for fear of what it will do to your body. Smiling at the quiver of your lip, at your fear-stricken expression, at the glassiness of your eyes as they begin to well with tears.

You do well not to flinch as he leans in closer, but he must feel the way your heartbeat quickens between his fingers. You don’t even wince when you feel the strange, wet tingle of his tongue rolling up your skin, soaking up the salty taste of a stray tear that had trickled down your cheek.

“Please.” You try once more. Taking his aberrant actions as a sign that maybe there is a slither of hope, that you could still find a way out of death. “I don’t- I could never love him.”

Steady and deliberate, you lift your arms attempting to touch him, to lay your hands on his shoulders but they phase right through, and result in a bitter laugh.

“I could love you thought!” Hurriedly you take a stab in the dark, internally praying your false declaration might appeal to him. Might convince him to prevent your supposedly inevitable love for Barry by becoming the object of your affections instead. “He means nothing to me, but you could mean something.”

The moment his arm leaves your insides, you heave a loud, excessive sigh of relief, your whole body falling slack even as he grabs you, bunching up the cleavage of your dress and using it to pull you flush against his broad chest.

“Could you now? You don’t even know me.” He doesn’t seem at all convinced, but the fact that he’s asking bodes well for you. It bids you time if nothing else. His breath is hot and sweet against your face, and he watches you intensely as you try again to touch him. This time you succeed, nodding your affirmation as you graze your fingers along the black and red emblem between his pecks before resting them on his shoulders with deliberate casualness. “Why would you fall for someone like me?”

“Because… you’re better than him.” He’d insulted Barry before. Sure, Barry is nice, but you don’t care enough about your co-worker to defend his honour when your life is on the line. Maybe if you can appeal to Zoom’s ego by putting Barry down you can survive this encounter. You must be onto something because he hums his approval, tilting his head to the side until your knuckles brush his bristled cheek. “You’re smarter, stronger…”

“Faster?” He chimes in, a smug smile on his lips.

“Yes, of course you’re faster.” You agree, stretching up to nuzzle your nose into his neck. “I could love you so much.”  

Though you’re certain he could have stripped you naked in an instant, he chooses instead to thread a finger under the strap of your dress, slowly trailing it from your shoulder. His brows are hidden behind his hood but the look in his dark red eyes is evident; hungry and expectant. “Okay, I’ll bite. Prove it.”  

You hadn’t expected to get this far, but you comply with his veiled demand, leaning back to finish the job. Tentatively, you pull down the other sleeve, shimmying your dress down until it falls to the floor and pools at your feet, leaving you exposed to The Reverse-Flash in nothing but the matching underwear you’d picked out this morning. You’d been hoping to get laid, but you’d never expected it would happen like this. 

He must like what he sees, because the haughty expression on what you can see of his face falters to a softer, more genuine one. His black and crimson eyes widening as he takes you in.

“Did you wear those for Barry?” You’re sure from his tone and the quirk of his lip that he’s teasing, but his face is hidden enough to cast doubt, and you don’t want to get stuck in a loop again, so you don’t answer.

“Will you- ?” You gesture to him hesitantly, unsure if you should even ask. He seems taken aback by your request at first, eyes narrowing as he watches you but to your surprise, he complies, pulling his cowl back to reveal a face you don’t recognise. You hadn’t really expected to know him, you can’t imagine ever interacting with anyone like him in your day-to-day life. He is, however, far more attractive than you’d expected, with a strong jaw and nose, pronounced cheekbones, dark brows, and striking pale blond hair. “You’re certainly better looking than him.”

“I know.” He doesn’t seem boastful, but before you can stew on it the clasp of your bra falls lax, and you automatically catch it by grasping your breasts. Zoom is watching you keenly, brows raised. “Your turn.”

“Kiss me first.” You push, he’d already given you what you’d asked for once, you’re curious to see how much more he’ll give you.

“Aren't you needy?” You catch the playful role of his eyes before he puts his lip on you, and he’s not shy about it, immediately snaring your lips in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. He kisses you with an intensity you haven’t experienced before. Your teeth scratching his tongue as he greedily tastes you, overwhelming you with his sweet taste, with the pressing of his tongue on yours and the feel of his domineering fingers on the back of your head, holding you in place.

It's like he’s consuming you. In the throes, you lose yourself, letting your bra drop before returning his embrace, moulding yourself into his torse and wrapping your arms around him. The sudden pinch of his fingers on your nipple takes you by surprise, and he rumbles appreciatively when you gasp into his mouth.

His second hand releases your head in favour of kneading your other tit, and once more he does it at such a pace that you suck in another breath, pulling back to watch as he massages your chest with unrelenting but pleasingly pressure. You chance a glance up at him and catch him watching, entranced at the way they move and ripple at his punishing touch. Selfishly, you catch his mouth again, and he lets you, closing his eyes as he enjoys your lips once more.

But the moment is short, not done playing, he grips both of your nipples at once, pulling them harshly and swallowing your pained moans, ignoring how your fingers dig into his arms until he’s satisfied.     

“Do you love that?” He asks mockingly, but his tone is low and breathy. Your eyes travel down his body, finding a noticeable tent in his suit.

“Yes.” You answer. Love might be a strong word, but it certainly made your clit throb, and you’ve already been throwing it around tonight.

“What about this?” He punctuates his question by slapping your tit, hard. The sound reverberates around the room, making your ears sting half as much as your breast. It hurts like hell but in a way that makes the rest of your body feel flushed and excited. “Huh?”

He follows it up with another hit to the other side, alternating until your back is against the kitchen counter and your cries of ‘Yes! Yes, I love it!’ sounds more like begging than praise.

When he ceases his assault, you’re abruptly overcome with dizziness. You feel light-headed and weak, and the sensation is heightened by the feel of his mouth on your skin once more. Roughly he kisses and bites at your throat, his hands forcefully grabbing at the softest parts of you. When you start to come too you realise the cause of your unexpected vertigo. With his speed he’d lifted you off your feet, stripping you of your panties and placing you at the counter where you’d be eye-to-eye level with him were he not dragging his teeth along your stomach.

Eager to appear valuable, you thread your fingers in his hair, urging him back up to kiss you again, and allowing you access to run your hand down his stomach until you’re palming the hard bulge at his crotch. He ruts against you, his chilling eyes rolling back before closing. You’re not sure how to free him, but that doesn’t stop you fumbling, looking for a clasp or a zip, anything, but the moment comes to a standstill when you both hear your phone ringing in the other room. It only distracts you for a second before you continue with the job at hand. You assume he won’t allow you to talk to anyone, to send some kind of distress message but you’re proven wrong when he holds the screen to your face.

It's Barry.

“Answer it. Put it on speaker.” Zoom tells you.

Cautiously you take the phone from him, unsure how to proceed. “But- “

“Answer it.” He repeats, prying your other hand from his clothed cock and forcing it to your chest. “You can tell him all about how you’re falling in love with somebody else another time. Just act like everything is normal.”

Still cautious, you bite your lip as you press the answer button, fingers shaking as you fiddle to put him on speaker and finally say; “Hello.”

“Hey, it’s me!” He sounds chipper, like himself. Completely unsuspicious. Why wouldn’t he be? “Sorry for the late call.”

“It’s okay. I- It’s okay…” You trail off as you watch Zoom. He’s observing your every move, but his hands are between your thighs, squeezing them as he guides them apart.

“It’s just that I texted you when I got home but didn’t hear back. So, just checking in.”

“Oh, sorry. I gOTT…” Any normality in your voice is lost when Zoom pushes a finger between your slit. “Distracted.”  

You laugh awkwardly, unsure what excuse to use, and Barry good-naturedly laughs back, unaware that Professor Zoom is now pushing a second digit between your lips, grinning like a fucking manic as he moistens them with your slick and begins gliding them over your sensitive clit. How will you ever look Barry in the eyes again?

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but I’m fine, I’m all goOOOD.” You can’t handle this. To alleviate the pressure, both mental and physical, you sit back as best you can, putting distance between you and Zoom, but it doesn’t slow him. If anything, it motivates him more.

“Are you sure? No offence but you sound a little off.” Barry couldn’t offend a- something. You can’t even finish the metaphor, because as he asks, Zoom picks up his pace, far past anything non-meta-humanly possible. His fingers act like a vibrator.

“Yes! Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah. I’m totally fine.” You blag, legs shaking as you try to temper the tension growing in your centre. Zoom’s chest shakes, not from speed, but from containing his laughter. “I’m just sooooooo tired.”

“Yeah, it is late.” Barry agrees, but he still sounds sceptical. “Listen, I won’t keep you but there is one thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

Now? Did it have to be now? Just when you thought Zoom couldn’t possibly make you feel any better, he changes things up, keeping you on your curled toes by sinking his two fingers into your tight walls. Your body puts up no resistance, greedily sucking him in, convulsing around him when he presses his thumb firmly onto your clit.

You close your eyes, intoxicated by the rush of being filled and touched by his euphoria-educing hands until he pulls back and swats your clit, bringing you back to the now. He greets you with a scowl when you open your eyes, nodding his head toward your phone where Barry is calling your name. 

“Are you still there?”

“Yes. Sorry!” You answer quickly, before you lose your bearings again. “I’m half-asleep. Can we talk at work?”

“I’d really rather do it now, I’ll make it fast.” He laughs like he made a joke, and you don’t get it.

You don’t care to get it. All you care about is whether the shoe is going to drop, and if it will happen before Zoom makes you cum all over the countertops. He reinserts his fingers inside you, but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you’ve no idea how deep he is at any given time. They seem to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.

When it becomes evident, you’re not going to reply, Barry continues. “That guy who stood you up today was a total jerk. Whoever he is, he doesn’t deserve you.”

You’re too focused on keeping a moan trapped in your throat to even think about the vindication of Barry confirming that your date tonight was not with him.

“And I had such a good time with you.” He stops speaking, a natural opening for you to say something.

Zoom had said to act normal, so you sputter the first thing that comes to mind. “I had a good time too, Barry.” Although, you’re not convinced you sound entirely lucid as you force the words out between gritted teeth.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” God, will this phone call ever end?! “Are you sick? I thought your food looked a bit off. Do you need me to come over?”

“Yes, no. I’m fine, go on.” You urge. Already you’re impatient to hang up, but your intolerance multiplies tenfold when Zoom’s garish yellow suit disappears before your eyes. Unveiling his muscular body. Instantly your eyes are drawn to the dark blond hair on his chest, and you follow its trail down his stomach, your jaw falling slack when you eye his erection.

“Okay...” Barry still sounds dubious, but he carries on, nonetheless. “What I’m getting at is that I’d like to have dinner with you again.”

Zoom offers you reprieve, and though you’re grateful, you can’t help the anguished grunt that escapes your lips when he retracts his fingers from your needy cunt.

“Or not.” You’re only half paying attention to Barry, fixated on the way Zoom runs his length between your pussy lips as he had done with his fingers. Gliding the tip up and down, teasing your clit and entrance in turn. But having experienced what Barry is going though only hours earlier, you sense the burn of rejection in his quip.

“No. No, Barry, that was. I- I stubbed my toe.” You hurriedly tell him, practically shouting, too worked up to control your vocal cords. It’s like you’re being pulled in two different directions. “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Yeah, but on purpose. You know?” You don’t know, in that second you only know the delicious, bittersweet ache of Zoom’s cock as he gradually begins fucking into you, stretching you out no more than half an inch at a time before purposely pulling back out, making sure you feel every inch of him over and over as you keep tripping over your tongue down the phone. “Like as a date.”

Simultaneously, you both stop. Zoom watches you blankly as you begin to panic, all the fervid heat in your guts freezing over as you grasp at the frazzled straws in your brain for an answer that won’t get you killed. No? Right? The answer is ‘no’.

“Oh, Barry. I don-“ You pause when Zoom shakes his head frantically at you. You’ve never been more confused in your life, but when he starts to mouth the word ‘yes’ at you, you repeat it. “Yes. I mean yes. Yes, let’s do that.”

“Yes?” Barry repeats.

“Y-ES.” You confirm, just as Zoom returns to burying himself inside your folds, abandoning his shallow, teasing thrusts, in favourite of plunging into you completely. You feel as though you’re being split open. Heedlessly, you wail down the phone and arch your back up into his waiting arms. You don’t know if Barry is taken aback by your enthusiasm or if he simply didn’t hear you for some reason, but he says nothing, so you hastily try to excuse yourself, voice breathy and jittery as Zoom begins to rock in and out of your tight pussy. “Really excited, b-but I really sh-OULD go.”

“Okay, okay, yeah, I’ve kept you long enough. We’ll sort the details out at work?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You rush along. “We’ll talk then, bye-bye, goodnight.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, dropping your phone on the worktop and throwing your arms around Zoom. You have questions, but not one of them matters to you right now. You’re just starting to find a rhythm, supporting your weight on his sweeping shoulders so you can grind in time with him when you’re overcome with light-headedness again.

One second, you’re in his arms, and the next you’re half-laying on something soft and blinded by light.

“Look.” He commands, and you squeal when he slaps your stomach, but you force your head forward to look down at his hand, blinking until you can make out what’s going on. He’s still standing, pounding into you from above. Your ass is elevated on the arm of the couch, your back bent at an awkward angle that allows your head and shoulders to rest on the cushions. “Do you see that?”

His hand is pushing into your abdomen as he fills you over and over. You’re practically seeing stars, but through squinted eyes you make out what he’s talking about. Every time he bottoms out, your stomach bulges around the crown of his cock. You’d only ever seen this kind of stuff in porn, your head would spin if it wasn’t already.

“You ever been fucked this deep before, hon?” Zoom asks, sarcastically emphasising the pet name.

“No.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you push out a strained moan before you repeat yourself at what is probably too high a volume. “No, never ever. Only you.”

“You love that?” He’s goading, but all it does is rile you up even more.

“Yes, Zz-Zoom!” You answer. He scoffs. Once again, he moves your body before you notice, hiking you further up the arm and when you feel him rut into again, you have to grab a pillow, have to let out some of the frantic energy that’s thrumming through your body. It hurts, but you love it.

“Eobard. My name is Eobard.” He tells you, far too coherently when compared to yourself. You barely register that it’s because of his superhuman abilities.

It just doesn’t feel fair that he has this power over you. To make you wither and scream, to make you feel so fucking feral with so little effort on his part. You don’t say that. You don’t even take the time to sound out his peculiar name, almost immediately murmuring it amongst a slew of desperate whimpers. “Eobard. I love it. I love it. I’m so close.”

“Not yet.” He instructs, and you dig your nails into the pillow that much harder, determined to please him. Your grip grows painful as he leans over you, his hand travelling down your chest until it cups one of your still sore tits and his face is as close to you as it can be in this position. “Look into my eyes.”

You can barely keep your lids open, but you do it as best you can. His red iris’ suddenly don’t seem so scary. Piercing, yes, but captivatingly so. You say as much, under your breath and to his great amusement. “Y-you have such striking eyes.”

Though he gets a good chuckle out of your sex-fuelled infatuation, he doesn’t dwell on it. “Do you love me?”

Do you love him? Not ‘could you love him?’ Do you love him?

No. You’re not a fool. A good fuck doesn’t equal love. You’re only fucking him in the first place to save your life, but you can’t say that. The question should instil you with fear, the same, if not more so than when you’d first discovered him lurking in your home. You certainly don’t feel safe, but fear doesn’t grip you in that moment.

“Yes.” You lie. And once the word leaves your lips, you feel your walls begin to tremble around him. Or maybe he’s trembling, moving so fast inside your drenched cunt that the climax you’ve been fighting pushes back at you, slowly trying to seep through your body. It’s impossible to tell. It takes all your willpower to hold on, and you focus your energy on insincerely professing your love to him. “I love you. I l-l-love you, Eobard.”

“Do you think Barry could fuck you this good?” He presses, sharp smile on his plump lips, knowing full well what you’ll say.

“No, no never. Only you.” You abandon the pillow, stringing your fingers in his hair so hard that he swears aloud. You’re not too far gone to not enjoy finally seeing him weak for a second, but you don’t stop appeasing him. “B-Barry could never. No Barry. Just you. I only want you.”

“I love to hear it.” His smugness only encourages you.

You nearly let loose when he moves you again, shifting you so that you’re sitting upright on the arm. You’re too faint to support yourself, so he holds you close, one hand on your waist the other on your shoulder blade, his face nestled in the crook of your neck, but you don’t have to hold back for long.

“You can cum now. Do it, cum all over my cock darlin’. Let it all out.” You do just that. Body trembling, vision blurred, fists clenched as he fucks you through it. You swear he picks up his pace, if as much is even possible given the already excessive amount of speed he’s exerting to make you lose your damn mind.

 “I love you.” You coo one more time, when you grow completely limp. Having ridden out your orgasm, his frenzied thrusting suddenly becomes painful, but not unpleasant. It wouldn’t take much at all to drive you over the edge again.

When Eobard registers your calmness, he slows. The tempo must feel relaxed to him, but to you and anybody else, he keeps hammering into you at a relatively fast pace as he loosens his hold on you, putting enough space between your forms to allow him space to lean down and kiss you. Not caste, but soft. He peppers your dazed face almost sweetly, and though he hadn’t told you at any point that he loved you, you could almost believe him if he did.

The moment doesn’t last long however, it ends when he releases you all together. You fall back onto the couch unceremoniously, and with a near-comical thud.

“My turn.” He grins. You don’t feel him pulling out of you, but you feel the force of him slamming back in, this time from an entirely different angle. With the arm no longer between you, he mounts one foot on the couch, posing your legs precariously over his.

He’s barely even fucking you at this point. More, so, fucking himself with your body, and though it feels good, good enough to lose yourself to him a second time, the fall offered you enough of a grace period that something clicks in your brain as you watch his thick cock repeatedly disappear inside your pussy.

“You-you’re not wearing protection!” You can’t see yourself, but you imagine you must look like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide, frozen but for Eobard rocking. The sound of your bare skin slapping together suddenly seems much louder.

“What’s the matter?” He quirks his head to the side, not a care in the world for what you just said. “Don’t you wanna start a family with the man you love?”

The question short-circuits your brain. No. But yes. You do not, but you’ve been telling him whatever he wants to hear all night.

“C’mon, honey, say it.” He urges, upping the ante, and your turmoil by pressing a rapidly shaking finger to your clit. Pumping harder when your eyes go soft and glassy once more. “Go on, you’ve come this far. Beg me to put a baby in you.”

Already you’re close, too close, but you can’t find it in you to give him what he wants this time. His legs feel solid and meaty under your hands as you reach for them, slapping his shins as though you’re trying to tap out, but he doesn’t let up. Despite your reluctance, you’re whimpering so softly for him, reluctantly enjoying the infinite waves of hot tenderness that blooms in your cunt with every brush of his finger and snap of his hips.

“C’mon, c’mon, I’m almost there. You can do it.” He coaxes, and his tone is so much softer than it had been all night that it almost gives you a new form of whiplash. “Just say ‘Please Eobard, fill me up. Please make me pregnant.’ And we can both cum.”

“P-please.” You can’t believe you’re doing it, but as soon as the first word leaves your mouth, he increases the pulse on your clit. The instant gratification motivates you to carry one. “Please Eobard, fill me with your cum, I want it.”

You know you’re not saying the right words, but you don’t care, your brain is too fried to recall them.

“Good girl, you’ve got it.” Eobard praises. “Keep it up.”

“I wa-want to have your baby, please. Please cum inside me.”

“Oh yeah. That’s the stuff.” He pulls out, just enough for you to catch sight of the gooey, white cum spilling from his tip. A glob of it spills down your folds, and he rubs its warmth into your clit as he pushes his length back in. “Gonna pump you so full of cum, you’ll still be leaking on your date.”

You understand his words, but you have nothing to say. Couldn’t if you wanted to. The combination of his cock driving into you, and his fingers working your swollen bud has you blissed out. Your body is overcome with ecstasy once more, cunt milking his load for every drop as he finishes inside of you.   

The remorse of your actions doesn’t settle until he pulls out, causing his now quickly cooling cum to dribble out of your folds, running down your upturned stomach until you muster the energy to lay flat. Eobard isn’t stood beside you anymore, and your eyes search for him.

He wasn’t there a second ago, but upon your third pan of the room, you find him sitting in your armchair, sipping a glass of water. Of all the things he could have been doing right now, that wasn’t what you’d expected. You’re not convinced he won’t still kill you, but he points to a second glass on your coffee table and the doggy bag you’d brought home. You eye them wearily.

“Eat up.” He instructs. “You’re going to need your energy.”

You are hungry, but his actions still strike you as strange. When you sit up, more cum leaks from your gaping pussy, and it sends a chill up your spine. When you look at Eobard again, he’s smiling, enjoying your discomfort, maybe? Whatever the reason, he looks devastatingly good. The post-nut clarity has done nothing to cleanse your attraction to him. 

“What’s your plan?” You ask before sipping your drink. You just want to know where you stand now. Does he really expect you to date Barry? After he’d been so aggrieved by the very notion? Is he going to use you to get close to him? Or did he still plan to eradicate you long before Barry's plans come to fruition?

“My plan?” He repeats, feigning offence. “Aren’t we in love?”

It’s your turn to ask. “Do you love me?”

He laughs at your question, turning his head and rubbing his neck. No. Obviously,

“I could love you.” The closeness of his voice makes you jump. He’s moved in the blink of an eye, now sitting beside you, draping an arm across your shoulder and directing your fatigued, still naked form to rest on him. “I could fuck the woman I love in every room of her home, on every surface. I would touch every inch of her body, inside and out. In places she didn’t know could be touched. I could take every hole, till she’s bursting at the seams with my cum.”

You haven’t touched your food. How could you? Not when you’re strung up in him, hanging on his every word. So, he does it for you, ripping into the container, stabbing a cold piece of veg with the wooden takeaway fork and bringing it to your mouth. You don’t want to eat, but you do it anyway, letting him spoon-feed you until all the scraps are gone.

“Why?” You ask when he’s done. A lot of whys run through your mind, but just one answer would satiate you for the time being.

“Because…” He pauses. When you look up at him, he stares back roguishly. He’d stopped on purpose so that you were angled just right for him to kiss you. You melt into him as soon as his lips meet yours, not even shying away when his fingers possessively curl around your neck. Squeezing, not hard enough to affect your breathing, but enough to remind you that he could. When he pulls back, his eyes are half-lidded, and lust-riddled as he whispers. “I’m not just going to take your heart before Barry can. I’m going to take everything.”

Hey you! You deserve the world!

[messylxve]

ghost spider | cisco ramon x Gn!reader

part one

It was a just another day for Team Flash. One more meta-human captured and one step closer to a safe city. So when the alarm went off for a robbery, they all thought it was nothing more.

“He’s making a run for it Barry,” Cisco warned through the comms system. “You’ll catch him if you cut through the alley on 24th and Charles.”

Doing as Cisco said, he made his way on the street, skidding to a stop when he saw a panicked man rushing down the road. But Barry’s grin was quickly wiped off of his face when the robber was yanked off the street and into the air.

“Oh you robbers make it so easy,” a voice sighed.

Looking up, Barry’s eyes landed on you, hanging upside down so you were eye to eye with the cursing man.

“Who are you,” Barry shouted from his place on the ground.

You looked around the crook, smiling under the mask at the sight of the Flash. “No one of consequence.”

You suddenly flipped in the air, landing on a fire escape above the Flash and leaving the robber hanging. “But you can call me Ghost Spider.”

“Ghost Spider?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the name, but before he could make another comment the sound of a gun firing stopped the both of them.

Barry was quick to rush to your side to stop the bullet, but you too moved fast—dodging the speeding weapon like it was nothing more than a football.

“Hey,” you shouted, turning to the man. “Didn’t anyone teach you fire safety?”

You flung a web out, snatching the firearm from the man, leaving both him and Barry shocked. “You could have killed me,” you pouted.

“W-w,” Barry stammered out, now more intrigued than ever. “What was that?!”

“Nothing of consequence,” you smirked.

“I swear to god,” the robber grumbled. “I’ll kill you both.”

“Blah blah blah,” you mocked, shooting another web to cover his mouth. “No one likes a blabber mouth.”

You turned back to Flash. “I’ll leave him to you. Catch you around Flash.”

Flinging a web at the nearest building, you swung away out of sight, leaving Barry watching you practically fly over Central City in awe.

“Did you see that,” he exclaimed to the very angry robber.

“So are they a meta-human,”Caitlyn asked once Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“I think so. I mean they dodged a bullet that they didn’t even see get fired.”

“Wow,” Cisco mused. “And they shot spider-webs from their wrists?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s strong enough that they can hang from it and swing from buildings with it.”

“Woah…it’s a Spider-Man.”

“How do you even know if they’re a man,” Caitlyn questioned.

“Spider-Woman.”

“Actually,” Barry cut in. “Ghost Spider.”

“No,” Cisco exclaimed. “I name things, not you.”

Barry threw up his hands in mock defense. “I didn’t name them, they told me their name. Ghost Spider.”

Cisco frowned. “Hmm, it’s okay. I guess.” In truth he loved it, but he’d never admit it out loud.

That next time you made an appearance with the Flash, it was less than ideal. You had shown up right in time to meet the man in yellow.

To put it lightly, he didn’t appreciate you butting in on his meet with the Flash. You could hold your ground for only so long, but when he dragged you across the wall with his speed and threw you to the concrete ground, you looked worse than battered.

When Barry found you, you were knocked out, covered in blood, and mask in shreds, revealing your face.

His own instincts kicking in, he rushed you to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“Help me,” he panted after speeding into The Cortex with you in his arms.

It was action first and questions later as Caitlyn and Cisco rushed you to their makeshift hospital bed.

Hours later, your condition was finally stabilized, leaving the three to talk in the room over.

“They had 4 broken ribs, major fractures in their skull and will have extreme scarring all over their face.” She shook her head in disbelief. “There was no way they could have come back from that but…they did.”

“I guess that answers our meta-human question,” Cisco whispered.

“Do you know exactly how they were able to survive that, much less stabilize so quickly?”

Caitlyn shook her head. “No. I could run tests, but I wouldn’t want to do that while they’re in such a fragile condition and without them knowing.”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

Everyone whipped around in shock to see you leaning on the door way; the only sign of damage on you being the discoloration from your scars and the tired expression in your eyes.

“Woah,” Cisco exclaimed. “You should not be up much less even awake.

A tired chuckle left you. “I’m fine.”

“Cisco’s right,” Caitlyn entered. “You shouldn’t be up, it’s extremely dangerous.”

“I promise you, I’m fine. You can check if you’d like.”

Caitlyn gave Cisco and Barry a glance, begging for them to back her up, but sighed when she saw it was fruitless.

“Okay.”

Not too long after the group found themselves looking over your X-rays and brain scans.

“How?”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

“But on this level,” Cisco asked in amazement, coming in close and touching your cheek, examining your face. “It’s nearly impossible.”

Heat spread up your neck, burning your cheeks and ears as you felt how close he was.

“Shoot sorry, got too excited,” he laughed off, embarrassment settling in on him.

“It’s okay,” you laughed before clearing your throat. “It started a few months ago when your particle accelerator blew up. You see, I’m a biochemist for Mercury Labs and I was studying spiders and their healing capabilities—did you know the silk in a spider could repair human ligaments or—or that sea spiders can regrow entire body parts instead of just limbs.”

“Umm…no,” Barry chuckled lightly.

“Right sorry, besides the point,” you coughed. “I was at the lab late that night, looking over my work and when the incident happened, everything kind of exploded all over me. I woke up feeling normal at first, but everything felt dialed up to 20. I could hear see, and feel everything, a million times better than before. I was stronger, all of my injuries would heal overnight or even in hours. I stuck to walls and I had what I call a 6th sense. It helps me sense danger before it’s there.”

“Like a spidey sense,” Cisco whispered in amazement.

“Yeah,” you smiled, your stomach doing weird flips. “Like a spidey sense.”

[jokingmisfit]

'First' Sights Part 2

Eobard Thawne x Reader

This a part 2 read part 1 first

Warnings- Main character deaths, fear, little description of gore

It was another twenty minutes when I got a message back saying they were sending him back now. With dread in my stomach I made my way back down to help ensure everything went according to plan.

Making my way down the corridor, I find it odd how quiet it is. Looking into the cortex I find a horrific scene. I find it hard to keep everything in my stomach as I stand in fear.

Blood splattered and slightly dried on the main desk. Screens are pulled up to the pipeline cell, which is empty. None of this was as horrific as Joe who laid on the floor leaned against the chair with his heart ripped out of his chest and a look of terror on his face.

Shakily I moved through the front of the cortex. An empty table sat holding a slouched Catlin. Her head rested against the table and her hand held tightly the pole next to her. Walking a bit closer I see the hole in her back… And her heart on the floor.

Where the hell is Cisco?

What the hell happened?

I ran down to the pipeline.

“Harry!” I scream out. “Barry!” I scream louder.

I finally find Harry laying against the wall. His hair is matted and there are dry tears on his face. There’s no holes in his clothes or skin, but there’s also no heartbeat or breath in his lungs. 

My breathing is ragged as I continue down the hall. I haven’t felt so tense, so emotional in a long time. A part of me feels like this isn’t real. A part of me doesn't believe they’re actually dead.

I make my way to the closing, but still there’s no evidence other than their bodies.

“Barry!” I scream out.

I could hear the echo before the wind hit me.

Red. The lightning was red.

I should’ve known Eobard did this…

I turn to face the man in yellow clad and watch him take off his cowl. His eyes glow with pride. His lips turn up in a snarky smile.

“There you are.” He says smiling. “Did you see your little gifts?”

“Where’s Barry?” I whisper.

“Don’t know, don’t care. He’s not important right now.” He says while slowly stepping towards me.

I shake my head in confusion. “You’re obsessed with him; what do you mean he doesn’t matter? I don’t get it… you. He, Barry, wouldn't have let you kill them.”

“Well Flash wasn’t quite fast enough.” Eobard softly grabs my arms. He tilts his head while looking at me.

“Why are you here, what could you have possibly gained from any of this?” My voice breaks at the end of my sentence.

I’ve never felt so helpless, so defeated, confused, and… hurt. I just don’t understand.

He shakes his head with a breathless laugh. “I had to come back to get you, silly girl. I couldn’t just leave you here alone could I?”

I rip my arms away from him. I raise my voice, “You said you didn’t love me! You told me you were faking, using me! You left!” I pause. “How do you even remember me? You, you aren’t the same Eobard I know. You’re not, you're not supposed to know me, so how d-”

“Of course I had to pretend you weren’t important. I needed things to go according to my plans… Then foolish Eddie thought he could be a hero. I had back ups however. I made one little contingency plan just for you.” He steps forward and grips my hands as he speaks. “I used the negative speed force to propel my memories of you and my plans to another version of myself. And once I received those memories I knew I needed to get my princess back.”

I couldn’t gather the words or thoughts. Eobard came back for me. Eobard loves me. Eobard killed all of my friends, but I didn’t actually like them. I didn’t care. It’s like a train. All of the emotions I’ve shut out, coming back.

Tears gathered in my eyes. My voice was broken and quiet, but I need to know. “You love me?”

The smile he gave could light the sky. “I love you.”

A deep breath and a look around. I smile.

“Then take me home, Eobard.”

[tvimagines221b]

Imagine: Seeing Thawne who doesn’t remember who he is.

Both your heart and your mind were racing. This was completely unexpected and hard to believe. That there was a version of Eobard Thawne, who wasn’t a killer. Who wasn’t consumed by his anger and hate for Barry Allen. See, he had lost of his memory. While you and Barry both had absolutely no idea how this had came to be, you did your best to remain strong. Barry Allen stood directly beside you. Meena was in her office, grabbing some things. Eobard Thawne looked between the both of you. He was still trying to make sense of things, especially since Barry had become so hostile and angry with him. But he looked to you. It was that look in your eyes. You looked…not angry. Not afraid. But your gaze was full of almost a hopefulness and happiness. It was odd. Barry looked over at you, his brow furrowing. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked. “What is it?”

“Nothing it’s just-“ You swallowed. “It’s strange. Seeing him like this. So happy. So…ordinary.”You shake your head. “It’s almost…nice.”

Eobard narrowed his eyes. “I’m sorry?”

“Nice?” Barry looked to you. “How is it nice? He doesn’t remember who he is. He doesn’t remember what he is or what he’s done.”

“That’s it exactly.” You remarked. “He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember how much he hates you. But…” You looked over to Thawne. He doesn’t remember you. Who you are. “He doesn’t remember me. He doesn’t remember adopting me. Raising me. Everything he took from me.”

Thawne looked between the both of you. His eyes grew at your words. “I’m sorry…adopted you? Raised you? Who are you?”

You pressed your lips together, trying to gather the right words. “You may not remember who I am. But know this. I was once someone you cared deeply for. Someone you loved and protected. And you need to know, that even though you were the villain, you saved me in so many ways and helped me become who I am.”

Eobard Thawne looked to you. And he could have sworn your words were genuine. True. And for some odd reason he felt himself believing you…

He felt…connected to you.