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Is there anyone taking fanfic requests right now? I have this idea, and I don’t feel like I could do it justice, but I wondered if someone else might be able to.
E2 Harrison Wells x Reader- Oneshot (Extra)
“Does it fit?” Harry shakes his head, removing the screw.
“I might have miscalculated the size.”
“Wow, you made a mistake. That’s impossible.”
“Very funny (Y/N).” you just smile, and Harry removes his glasses, heading to get some other screw for the newest of his little gadgets. During the weeks after that little party at Iris’s house, you and Harry seem to have gotten closer. Maybe it was the way you could relate.
You both shared a similar experience. You understood each other. That mutual understanding grew into respect. Now you can’t get enough of the grumpy overconfident Harry Wells. Cisco was on a little snack break. You were off your shift, so you thought why not swing by STAR Labs. Now it was just you and Harry, so you settled for helping him with his little experiments.
Taking a seat, you stare at the cup of water on his desk. Harry might be a while, so why not keep yourself entertained. Twiddling your fingers, you watch the water swirl around, rising out of the cup. You make small circles with your index finger, enjoying the patterns it created.
“Having fun.” you nearly drop the water, but you catch yourself at the last second, glaring at Harry.
“I almost caused a short to all these computers.” you gesture to the screens right next to you. Harry looks a bit proud that he caught you off guard and you drop the water back into the cup. He takes a seat, but he doesn’t return to work, he’s looking at you.
“Harry, I hope you’re not getting any ideas. I’m not gonna go through some weird experiment.” As a scientist you know he can’t help but want to test each and every thing. Cisco made you run through so many unnecessary trials when you first discovered your abilities. Some that probably were just for his curiosity.
“I’ve never had the opportunity to witness you use those abilities up close. We’re always facing some kind of danger. ”
He’s right. When weren’t you fighting some crazy meta.
“You can manipulate the water ratio in the body as well.” This is the first time he’s really taken interest. “Well yeah. Our body’s about 60 percent but I guess you already knew that.”
“Naturally.” you just roll your eyes with a smile.
“Can you show me?” your brows knit.
“Harry, my powers don’t work like Barry’s. People can get hurt when I.."
Truth of the matter is you tried to avoid using your powers after you’d almost murdered Calvin’s killer. The fear of losing control and offing someone was constantly at the back of your mind.
"I know you.” You can see it on his face, he displays nothing but absolute trust. At what point did you become weak to Harry?
“Show me?” He tries again. You don’t agree at once, because you’re still a little weary. But he trusts you, so what do you really have to fear?
“Okay.” you lift your hand, and it’s shaking a little. You close your hand to keep it steady. Harry waits patiently for whatever you’re about to do. “Can you turn your hand over?” Harry obeys your request, turning his hand over on his lap. Your palm hovers right over it, and he marvels at the fact that his hand lifts on it’s own.
He isn’t moving a single muscle to assist. Your eyes are intensely concentrated, and he supposes it’s the reason he feels nothing but a twitch in his hand. It rises all the way to yours like a puppet on a string, and now your hands are pointed upwards, fingers spread apart. They touch, and Harry’s eyes connect with yours.
“Astonishing.” with a shy smile, you take a breath before you stop the action. Harry can no longer feel the pressure aiding him, and he guesses he should move his hand now, but he really doesn’t want to.
“I hope it didn’t hurt, I was trying my best to deter the pull. With villains I don’t have a problem adding force. I’m not really used to applying it under non threatening circumstances.”
“I think you’ve mastered both areas. I didn’t feel a thing.” you sigh in relief.
“That’s good, I was really worried I’d hurt you.”
“Rest assured then, I came out unscathed.” He sends you a gentle smile, and it’s then you realize your hands are still touching. You’re about to pull away, but Harry links your fingers. Those digits slip between yours, causing your heart to stagger.
“H-Harry..”
“It’s amazing isn’t it, how much you can read from physical contact. How well it conveys what we feel.” He places his free hand on the handle of your chair, wheeling you closer. Your breath hitches. Harry really was sneaky. He hasn’t released your hand yet, and now your knees brush. You swallow as his eyes seem to penetrate your soul.
He raises his hand, touching your cheek. There’s a strong urge to lean into his touch, to fall into this abyss. Harry inches closer, gaze darting between your eyes and your lips. He’s just a hairline away. Your eyelids lower and just as you feel the mingling of your breaths, you’re smacked back into reality. Pulling back quickly, you scramble to your feet. You’re shuffling frantically, eyes beginning to water.
“H-Harry I-I can’t I-I need to..” you sob, and Harry rushes to his feet, holding you in his arms. He knows why you’re so rattled. Closing your eyes you cry softly.
“I-I’m so sorry Harry..”
“Shh shh, you have nothing to apologize for. I was acting on my own impulses.” It’s been years to slowly move on. It’s only been a year for you, and you’re still finding your way through it all.
“You won’t lose me (Y/N).”
He knows, and understands. You’re terrified to put yourself out there because you’re afraid that if you do, that love will be ripped from you again. Your hold tightens on his body, and he runs his arms over your back, trying to calm you. Rocking side to side, he hums a soft tone, and you can feel the tension leaving your body. Your cries die out slowly, but he doesn’t let go. You need this, and so does he.
He waits until you’re ready. When He feels you pulling back slowly, he loosens his hold. “Are you alright?” you nod, and Harry wipes the remnants of tears from your eyes. You appreciate the gesture.
"I’m sorry I pushed you, I more than anyone should be understanding of your situation. “
"It’s okay Harry.” You’d never blame him for such a thing, or be angry. For you, there’s been a spark for a while now. Between your lectures when he goes at it with Cisco, or just your daily bickers when Harry feels the need to prove his intelligence on a case. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you Harry.”
“I would hope not, I’m very attractive.” he grins, and you smack his shoulder. “I’m trying to be serious here you jerk.” you can’t help but laugh, and Harry loves it. He much prefers this sound.
“I get it, you need time to heal. There’s no shame in admitting you’re still in pain (Y/N). Something like that, love like that, it doesn’t vanish overnight.
"This is one of the reasons that you’ve fallen for the dark haired scientist. As intolerable as he can be at times, at his core, he’s understanding, loyal and caring. "I’ll give you space to-’
"No!” He’s alarmed at the yell. You step closer, and Harry can’t stop his eyes from straying to your lips. Swallowing, he waits for some type of explanation.
“You’re right, it has been hard. A part of me will never stop loving Calvin. I know that. But I think I’m..I think I’m starting to move on. I don’t want space Harry..not from you.”
“(Y/N), you don’t have to-”
“I know.” This isn’t some obligation you feel you have to fulfill. And earlier, your reaction wasn’t a rejection, it was just a call to reality. There’s a man standing right in front of you, ready to love you, and it scares you, but it also warms your heart. “We can take it slow (Y/N), there’s no rush to feel pressure into it. ”
Harry is the cutest. He really doesn’t want to jeopardize anything. You’re the one who makes the first move this time. Your thumb slides over his lower lip, and you’ve finally managed to get him to stop rambling. Leaning unto your tiptoes, you kiss him with all you have.
You need to let him know you appreciate it all. His friendship, care, sarcasm, strength, trust…love. Harry’s hands settle on your waist, and he can longer resist. He pulls you impossibly close.
There are no restrictions, and he uses that to his advantage. Fingers slipping into your hair, he deepens the kiss, relishing in the little moan that slips from you. The melody urges him to provoke some more out. You open yourself to him, no barriers. There’s just you and him.
For the first time in a while, you feel light, and it’s all thanks to Harry.
Imagine:
Cisco’s hand went immediately to the back of his head, digging his hand into his soft black curls tugging them in slight aggravation. “No.”
You had been taken by some new big bad, someone who could nullify your powers. He had figured out your connection to the Flash and he did not hesitate to kidnap you.
“This is my fault.” Barry spoke a woeful expression on his face. He was leaning over one of the tables in the cortex, his hands flat, pressed down on it hard. He raked his hands across the table flinging everything onto the floor, making everyone jump except for Harry. “If I had just been there!” he exclaimed putting his hands on his head mimicking Cisco.
“There’s nothing you could have done,” Joe put a reassuring hand on Barry’s shoulder. “You would have given him what he wanted.”
“Joe’s right Barry,” Harry cut in walking towards the speedster. “If you were there he wouldn’t need (Y/n). She would be dead and so would you.”
Everyone nodded agreeing with Harry, “But she’s not dead.” Iris spoke up. “Which means we can still save her
Caitlin crossed her arms over her chest. “But how? If Barry can’t use his powers around him then he’s done for.”
Barry scoffed glaring at Caitlin. “Thanks.”
Cisco shrugged. “Well, she’s not wrong.”
Barry raised his eyebrows. “Really?”
“I mean you do run slower than a normal person-” Cisco pointed out
“I can’t believe this i happening-” Barry groaned his head falling into his hands.
“The amount of successful run ins you’ve had when your powers were either gone or drained is rather low.” Caitlin added on.
Harry stepped between all of them waving his arms around while they spoke. “Alright stop, that’s enough.” When everyone kept bickering he picked up the nearest thing and threw it to the floor. “Hey!”
Everyone’s head whipped in his direction.
“Finally.” he muttered. He began walking to his gun that was hanging on one of the chairs by the main desk. “The longer you 3 argue the longer it’ll take to get (Y/n) back.”
“But what about what Caitlin said,” Iris said pointing at Caitlin. “How are we going to do that when everyone who has powers looses them when he’s around.”
“The old fashioned way,” Harry picked up his gun, slung it over his shoulder and cocked it. “With force.”
Imagine Being Married to E2 Wells and Being Kidnapped with Jesse
Being Married to E2 Wells and Being Kidnapped with Jesse
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“Don’t worry Jesse,” You said. “Your dad will get you out of here.”
Zoom had been torturing you for endless weeks now. But you wouldn’t let him lay a hand on Jesse. You would die protecting the girl that you saw as your daughter, even if she wasn’t yours biologically.
Your hair was an absolute mess and you had dried blood everywhere that was visible from your t-shirt and shorts.
“You say that like he’s not gonna come for both of us,” Jesse mumbled across the room.
“Jess. We both know that if he is forced to choose between you and me, that he will choose you.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“I don’t know how much more I can take Jess.”
That night Zoom beat you to the brink of death, while he made Jesse watch.
You lay on the cold, damp ground, unable to move, in fear your wounds would reopen.
“Y/N? Can you hear me?” Jesse whispered.
“Y-yeah.”
“I want to say thank you.”
“For w-what Jess?”
“Making my dad smile again. Bringing light back into the house. For taking the beatings from Zoom.”
“I can’t let you get hurt Jess. You know I see you as my daughter.”
“Which is why when we get out of here-”
“If we get out of here.”
“No. When. When we get out of here, I’m going to start calling you Mom.”
You smiled and felt a small tear slide down your face.
“Thank you Jesse. You have so much hope.”
“How are you feeling?” She asked.
You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jesse that you were dying. You could feel it. The life being drained from your limbs, heart slowing, blood soaking the small chamber.
“Just peachy.”
You heard a mans voice yelling for Jesse, and Jesse telling him to help you.
The man started calling your name and pounding on the cell. You moved your head a bit and saw it was Harrison.
“Finally,” you whispered. But then all you saw was dark.
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“I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t wake up Dad,” Jesse cries. “She let Zoom beat her for days on end so that I would get back to you safely and now she’s been asleep for three weeks.”
“Y/N is a fighter, she wouldn’t have let him hurt anyone if she could take the pain instead. She’ll make it through this. Trust me,” Barry grabbed Jesse’s arm and sat her down.
Harry hadn’t been of much help while you were unconscious. He was too busy overworking himself and not leaving the med-bay.
You woke up a week an half after that.
The room was empty, lights off, and the lab was dead silent.
You managed to balance yourself somehow and hobbled your way out of the med-bay.
Walking into the Cortex you saw everyone huddled around the desk.
“Glad you were able to get Harry away long enough to work,” you laughed then stopped realizing how much pain it caused.
“Y/N!” Cisco yelled.
Harry was frozen, a tear running down his face.
“Harrison. Are you okay?”
“Y-you’re up,” he stuttered.
“Yeah and feeling a bit unloved standing here without a hug.”
He moved forward lightly wrapping his arms around your frame.
“I thought you died. Your heart stopped four times,” he cried. “Four times. Jesse hasn’t left her room. She won’t talk to anyone. She just keeps mumbling that she lost another mother.”
“Well I’m right here, and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”
Unplanned
Harry Wells x Reader
“She’s pregnant, Doctor Wells.” There it was, the answer he was suspicious of, but not expecting.
You and Harry had been openly dating. Known as the grossly in-love couple of Star Labs, above Barry and Iris, and Joe and Cecille. You were the couple that no one expected to happen, but could see coming for miles away with the way you two seemed to be the complete opposites of one another, yet still have so much in common. It was the whole opposites attract, and it was so fucking adorable. Out of sight from the rest of the team, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Around the team you kept the PDA down low, small kisses, holding hands, some hugs from behind, loving whispers. Okay… There was definitely PDA. it’ s not like you two were having sex In front of them.
At the moment the team were paying more attention to finding out more about this new bus meta that could seemingly also open breaches similar to Cisco’s; though them looking more mirrorly cristallized. They were fascinating. But to be honest, that wasn’t what was really on your mind.
You’ve been feeling strong urges, towards your man. A pressure in your pelvic area that you just couldn’t get rid of without him. You wanted him to touch you. Standing behind him sitting on his chair, you couldn’t help feeling the heat throughout your body as you looked down at something as simply sexy as his thick neck and broad shoulders while he tinkered some gears on his cap.
Slowly leaning down hugging and massaging his broad shoulders down his black clothed torso, brushing your nose and cheek onto the side of his exposed neck, you whispered into his ear, “Haaarry…” You kissed his neck then his jaw, then nibbled his ear a bit. “I’m horny. I want you.”
“Nooo. Not right now. I need to keep working on making this thinking helmet better. I don’t have time for your primal needs.” He half whispered, not successfully enough though as everyone turned around from the monitors as Harry pushed himself off his chair.
“Primal needs?!” You straightened yourself off him.
“I didn’t mean it that way, (y/n).”
“Yes you did Harry. This cap,” you took it away from his grasp and held it up making a faux movement as if you were going to throw it in anger. Harry’s face shifted to one that could only be described as a junkie who’s fine out of drugs, and would do anything to have a hit. “this thinking cap has taken you - the Harry I love and turned him Into an egotistical, arrogant, smartass just like DeVoe! And I’m done!”
“(Y/n),”
“Sorry, guys. For now, I’m going to take some air.” You turned around making your way out the cortex door,
“Where?” Asked Caitlin.
“Probably flying somewhere.”
“(Y/n). (Y/n)!” Harry yelled after you, but didn’t follow.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
You had been gone for an entire day after that. Harry scanned the skies looking for you. And searched through Star Labs’ satellites to find any trace of you; you were in Gotham. At least he found you. He couldn’t go on get you all the way across the country at the moment with the sudden implosion at the Labs. He knew you were safe and that was all he really could do to check up on you, at the moment. Until he decided to run it to the secret vault to charge up his beloved thinking cap, he thought that since he had a super computer at his reach, he would also research what the sudden outburst you had was related to.
He went to the vault and listed all the symptoms you had been showing. Asking the AI for information of what you might have, if other than what he initially thought.
He noticed you were going through some changes, you hadn’t been feeling well. Nauseous, moody, more tired than normal
You went from ravaging him almost daily to very little. At first, he thought he had just exhausted you, he was so good. Actually, no. You were more turned on than usual, which was also odd.
Then it was all foggily clear why.
You weren’t part of the original plan. And this result was definitely not part of the plan. But he definitely remembered when it happened. It was right before the cap, you two- well the team were all going through a small happy phase. Off of Iris’s wedding, and Ralph finally settling into the idea of being a true hero. You and Harry had been getting frisky quite often. Basically like your own personal honeymoon in the small bubble that was your life.
Then suddenly the Labs were under attack.
“Dr. wells?”
“Full potential Gideon!”
“I would advise you not to go full power, Dr. Wells there could be catastrophic results. ”
“Gideon!”
“Yes. Doctor Wells.”
Don’t Need Fancy Things (Harry Wells x Reader)
Okay my dear Readers, you all may not like how I ended this. BUT I had to do it this way. BECAUSE the Anon that requested this story didn’t tell me if they wanted smut and I can’t help but think they may be they are under age, which I really hope isn’t the case because I don’t want minors on my page. I am a mom, and I know that I would not want my daughter on it. I am pretty sure they aren’t but better safe then sorry. And my Dear Waffle Anon, if you are in fact of age and would like the smut part just let me know.
The story itself is another biker Harry. Waffle Anon asked for a second one for their birthday. So naturally I had to make it the Readers birthday in the fic. I hope that you and the others like how the story went my Dear Waffle Anon. and Happy Birthday.
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Protection (Harry Wells/Reader)
For the writing prompts; #46 and #52 with Harry Wells (Earth-2) x reader, please?
“Can I kiss you?” and “I think you might be pregnant.”
Harry chewed on his thumb nervously staring at the equation on the tablet in his lap as Jessie lapped around the speed room. She came to a halt in front of him.
“Oh my gosh, did you just see that…that was totally fast. Like I feel like that was way faster then Barry.” She told him. He nodded a little staring at the screen still, “Dad…helllooooo?”
“Hm?” He looked up at her finally, “What?”
“I just clocked 656 miles per hour and you’re not yelling at me to slow down.” She reached for her water bottle, “What’s up with you? I thought it was just me…but…it’s something else.”
“It’s not…” He stopped talking scowling as pointed at him, “Fine…it’s Y/N…I’m worried about her. She’s been real sick since we got here and I thought it was just the jump through the breach but…”
“Yeah, Caitlin’s taking care of her. It’s probably just…the flu…” Jesse told him, “Dad…you two are kind of serious right?”
He set the tablet down before crossing his arms over his chest, “Yeah…I guess so.”
“So…this is kind of awkward…but…” She made a face, “Are ya using protection?”
“Jesse…” He let out a little huff shaking his head, but stopped after a second. Jesse watched him pale and stand up swaying.
“Whoa…dad…” She followed him as he started for the door, “Dad…I think you should sit down…”
“No no…I’m uh…” He waved his hand at her, “Just…uh…go run or something.”
He walked quickly down the halls of STAR Labs his mind racing. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have let this happen? How did this happen?
“Can I kiss you?”
He stumbled off the elevator remembering exactly when everything happened. He’d just made a good discovery after getting home. There was wine…and celebrating…much…great…celebrating…
He walked into the cortex as you walked out of the med bay with Caitlin. He walked right up to you taking your face in his hands kissing you deeply.
When you pulled away from him you looked at him surprised, “Not that I’m complaining…but I don’t want you to get sick babe…”
“I think you might be pregnant.” He blurted out.
“What?” Your eyebrows shot up further.
“That…would explain a lot.” Caitlin smiled a little watching the pair stare at each other, “I’ll go run a test.”
“Harry…” You looked at him not sure of what to say.
“The containment unit party…red wine…fire place…” He whispered putting his hands on your hips.
“Oh my god.” Your hands covered your mouth a little, “I’m pregnant…we’re pregnant…”
He smiled nodded tearing up, “We’re gonna have a baby.”
“We’re gonna have a baby.” You repeated giving him a hug as he buried his face in your neck holding you close. You smiled feeling him kiss your neck to your face.
He rested his head against yours, “I love you.”
Your eyes twinkled looking at him, “I love you too.”
Imagine: Cisco and Barry flirting with you, much to Harry’s annoyance
A/n: This is dumb, honestly I’m laughing just and its because I find it hilarious. I created this a year ago and I just think there’s a certain point that’s hilarious. I don’t own the gif, I found it on Google.
His hands froze as they tinkered away with the device before him. He was working on his next batch of grenades when he heard the comment. When he physically stiffened and listened to the conversation that was playing in the same room as him. He pretended not to notice like he always did. He pretended to brush it off as perfectly normal. He wasn’t the type to get jealous. Well he was but he would never admit it.
“Huh, oh this. Yeah my brother got me it. He said I need more floral colours. Thanks for noticing Cisco” She beamed, he could practically feel the smile that graced her face.
“That’s not the only thing that looks good…” Cisco trailed off and Harry knew almost immediately it was time to intervene. He placed the grenade down slowly and grabbed a piece of circuitry. It was incomplete and the wiring messed up but it would be enough to get her attention.
“[Name] would you take a look at this” he growled out. His words sharp as he glared at Cisco who looked smug. “I can’t get the connector to work”
She looked at him with a confused look. A look he rather enjoyed. He shook his head dislodging the thought. Her hand carefully grabbed the circuit and her eyes scanned it.
“Of course it’s not going to work. The wires are in the wrong place. Give me a second.” She exclaimed with a determine look. He knew she’d be fixing it for hours with no interruptions. He smirked at Cisco who looked disheartened and walked off.
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“Oh hey Barry” Her voice practically shouted from across the room. Harry’s blue eyes looked up momentarily from the glass board before him. He watched as the younger male walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with a kind smile.
“[Name]. I was wondering if you wanted to get a coffee sometime. I mean if it’s ok with you. It’s just that you look really nice today and after all the work you do, you deserve some time out of the Lab” Barry smiled, he was an idiot. Harry’s grip on the pen tightened and if he didn’t place it down right now he would have snapped it in to. He stormed into the other room the door slamming closed behind him. He didn’t hear your response as he knocked a few things to the floor.
–
“They’re only flirting with [Name] because you refuse to admit you like her” Caitlin remarked as she watched Harry glare at Cisco, who was stood a little too close to her. His hand was too close to hers.
“I don’t have feelings for [Name], snow” He spat almost immediately his eyes moving to the machinery before him. The recent cold device that he had made to help stop Zoom. He was almost finished as he attached it to his large gun.
“You should look in a mirror.” Caitlin suggested her gaze on the screen. In that moment Barry entered the cortex, a bunch of flowers in his hand. Her favourite flowers.
“[Name]. I got you some flowers, it being close to your birthday and all, plus we didn’t have a chance to get that coffee” Barry smirked glancing at Harry who stood his hand on his gun. Barry handed the flowers to her and Harry could no longer contain himself. He lifted his gun and pointed at Barry’s leg. “Ow”
Everyone looked at Harry and he shrugged. “My bad” he stated before leaving the room, his gun in his hand. He didn’t hear her following him, or her calling his name until she grabbed his arm. He stopped and looked at her.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weirder for days” She questioned. “Is it about Jesse, because we will get her back Harry?”
She was so sure they would bring back his daughter. She was so sure when he was losing hope.
“It’s not Jesse. It’s you.” He paused collecting his thoughts. “It’s those two in there constantly flirting with you.”
“Let them flirt Harry. I don’t like them that way. I was hoping…” She trailed off and he cocked his head to the side. “Hoping you’d notice and say something to me.” With that he nodded his gun falling to the ground as he placed a hand on your cheek. He pulled you into a kiss, he could hear the cheers from behind you both and he pulled away looking at Cisco and Barry; who instantly ran away.
I should never have left you - Earth 2 Harrison Wells
Note: This gif, ^ that one there. Unfortunately I don’t own. Fortunately whoever does, is awesome.
It was all his fault, if he hadn’t reacted the way he did. If he hadn’t shouted and raved about how useless she was then she wouldn’t be lying on the bed right now. So still and unmoving. The gentle beeping of the heart rate monitor was the only thing that showed she was alive.
He held his chin in his palm. His eyes fixed on the ground as his leg shook beneath him. He struggled to keep his thoughts steady, to keep his guilt in check. He wanted nothing more than to throw everything around, to relieve the stress that built inside him. He was scared, frightened that he had been the cause of yet another death. That this time he had killed someone he cared deeply for.
“Hey” a groggy slur said from beside him and he froze, his leg stopping as he lifted his head and turned to the source. He had to do a double take, he had to make sure what he was seeing was real and not the product of his own imagination. He released the breath he had been holding. He allowed himself the small smile and the relief that bubbled up in him erupting as he grabbed for her hand. His eyes glancing down to it as he entwined their fingers.
“You’re awake” he stated, it was the most obvious observation he could have stated. His mind had for one of the first times since Jesse was born gone blank. She stared at him for a moment as a pained laugh emitted from her throat. She winced as he saw the effects, the bruises and cuts and torn bits of flesh had on her. “I-I’ll. I should get snow”
He stammered through his sentence as he shot up from his chair. He was just so relieved, she was breathing, she would heal in time but she was alive. She tightened her grip on his hand and he stopped his movements returning back to the stool he had been sat on for the past twelve hours.
“No, I’ll be fine. I just can’t move, or laugh or really talk” she said with a wince. He felt the guilt rise again, she wouldn’t have been in pain if he hadn’t been a douchebag about a silly little situation.
“I should never have left you” he admit as he looked at her, his eyes roaming around her face. Tracing every cut on her features. The bruise that surrounded her left eye.
“You’re adorable you know that” she responded, her words shocked him. His eyes widened in confusion. “From the bags under your eyes you were here for a while. You have an adorable crease in the middle of your brows that moves when you’re thinking, when you’re angry, and when you’re confused.”
“I think the drugs are working.” He chuckled as he looked up at the monitor.
“That may very well be the reason. But Harry, what happened to me. Was not your fault” she responded, her eyes shutting briefly and he panicked when they did and her grip on his hand loosened.
“Hey, you better be staying with me. Otherwise I’ll beat your ass” he informed her and she opened her eyes to look at him. A soft laugh emitting from her lips.
“It’s ok, I’m awake” she remarked.
Scientist’s Lament (E2 Harrison Wells x Reader)
“Oh my god you are so talented!Can you do an E2 Harry x reader where they’re really close and Harry asks for advice from reader to ask a girl out, reader thinks it’s her but it’s Caitlin. Reader is heartbroken and hangs out more with Barry who’s been her best friend, distancing herself from Harry while Harry gets jealous and after going out with Caitlin realizes he’s in love with the reader and has been, asking Barry begrudgingly to help him win reader back and it ends with them being together?” omg omg my first The Fash request! Thank you so much for your kind words, and I really hope you like it! xx
You and Harry had been friends ever since he decided to stick around for a bit in your earth, one could say that you were the closest to him out of the group. You found it easy to talk to him and so did he; he made you laugh with his sarcastic comments and dry humor, and whilst he sometimes lashed out as Cisco or Barry for their childish ways, he never yelled at you if you were part of the tomfoolery. It was no wonder that you developed a crush on the doctor.
“You’re staring again…” a voice broke you out of your trance, Barry smirked at you as you began to blush.
“Sorry.” You whispered, hastily looking at the notes you were writing down prior to staring at said doctor.
“You know, you should just ask him out, girl power and all that good stuff.” He said shrugging.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said curtly, avoiding his eyes.
“Y/N, the rest of the team might not be as observing as yours truly, but I see the looks you two give each other, and the special treatment he gives you.” He said, a grin erupted on his face once you began blushing once again.
“Just don’t tell anyone, I’ll tell him when the time is rig-”
“Barry, I would appreciate it if you stopped wasting time and finished the report I need.” Harry came up to where you two were seated, interrupting you mid sentence.
“Aw come on, Y/N was ‘wasting time as well’.” Barry whined using air quotation marks, mocking him.
“Not from where I could see, now stop making excuses and do your work.” He said, smiling at you before going back to his work area.
“Favoritism in the work place is the worst…” Barry muttered as you laughed.
A week had past and you were still working up the courage to tell him how you felt. You were thinking of ways of how you could bring it up but before you could come up with an idea Harry came by your desk.
“Hello, Y/N.” he said nervously. That was odd, he was rarely ever nervous.
“Hi, is there anything I can do for you, Harry?” You asked.
“Um, yes, I don’t know how to say this, I’m not really good when it comes to stuff like this but you’re one of my closest friends and um…” was that a blush you saw dusting his face?
“For goodness sake, spit it out Harry!” You exclaimed.
“How do you ask out a girl in this earth?” He blurted out. You were definitely not expecting that. You cleared your throat before answering him, a million thoughts racing through your head.
“Ah, well it depends on the girl, I can’t give you a general idea because then it won’t be as special.”
“I can’t tell you who it is, but I assure you, you know her quite well.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
You were internally screaming, if you had read the signs correctly, just like Barry had said, then this could mean that you were this mystery girl.
“Well, that’s still a little vague but how about you start by sending her a bouquet of flowers? Try to find out her favorite flower and send her a bouquet, she would love that.”
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that! Thank you, Y/N.” he marveled.
“Do you think I should send it to her while she’s at work? Or is that too much?”
“I don’t see any harm in that, it’ll brighten up her work day.” You replied.
“Perfect, I’ll send them out tomorrow, thanks again.” Before you could answered him, he was halfway down the hall.
You quickly texted Barry what had happened and he sent back a bunch of exclamation marks and happy emojis with an 'I told you so.’ You couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive.
The next day you basically ran to the lab, you could’ve given the flash a run for his money. You were the first one to get there, Barry arrived shooting you a knowing glance. The rest of the team arrived except for Harry.
It was mid noon and you were getting nasty, the anticipation was killing you. You were sitting next to Barry about to ask him something when Cisco came into the cortex, carrying a bouquet of marigolds. Barry nudge you, a smile on his face as he pointed to Cisco and the flowers.
“Oh Ms. Snow, you have a delivery.” He sang out. Your breath hitched, they were for Caitlin…maybe it was a coincidence? It had to be. Barry gave you a worried look as you held your breath. Caitlin stood up from her desk and walked over to Cisco, grabbing the flowers and the card that was attached to them. She began to read it and her faced turned red, a smile gracing her face.
“So, who are they from?” Cisco asked.
“Excuse me, I have to go thank Harry for this.” She said before leaving the cortex and heading to Harry’s office.
You felt your heart shatter, every part of you felt numb. You didn’t even hear Barry repeatedly calling out your name. You felt a rush of wind and in an instant you were in Barry’s living room.
“Y/N, please say something, you’re scaring me.” Barry begged.
“They were for Caitlin. Harry likes Caitlin, not me. It was her.” You mumbled as you blinked rapidly, trying to fight off the tears that were threatening to escape but it was no use, a sob escaped your lips and Barry took you in his arms, hugging you tightly as you soaked his shirt with your tears. Minutes passed and you were finally beginning to calm down, Barry was rubbing circles on your back, soothing you as he whispered that everything was going to be okay.
“Listen, I know I’m not supposed to use my powers for evil but you just say the word and I’ll lock him up in one of the cells, he won’t even see it coming.” Barry suggested. You let out laugh, and shook your head.
“No, like you said, I’m going to be okay. I just need time.” He nodded, kissing your temple softly as more tears began to roll down your cheeks.
“I love him Barry…” you said, as you clutched his shirt in your your hands.
You ended up staying the night at Barry’s, you were like a sister to him and he didn’t want to leave you alone.
You woke up later than usual and to your surprise Barry was still in his apartment, flashing around and cleaning. He soon noticed that you were awake.
“Finally! You’re up! I was so bored I started cleaning.” He said coming up to you.
“What time is it?”
“Five to noon.” He answered.
“WHAT?! Barry, we’re so late Ha-” you stopped talking, not daring to say his name out loud.
“No worries, already got that covered. I told Cisco to tell the rest of the team that you and I were needed at Star City. I even had Felicity call them to ask if we were on our way yet, so we have a three day weekend!” He announced, fist pumping the air. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and nodded.
Barry sat next to you on the bed, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders.
“I know you’re upset, but I promise you, you will get over Harry, he doesn’t deserve you. I also promise that I’ll be here for you. Now, no more crying or moping. I already cleaned, got your favorite take out, and your favorite movies, the pillow fortress in the living room awaits!” He said before throwing you over his shoulder, both of you laughing.
The weekend past and the two of you were finally back at STAR labs. You weren’t 100% over Harry but you weren’t as sad as you were. You greeted Cisco as he entered, followed by Caitlin and Harry who were holding hands. Your breath hitched and Barry began rubbing his thumb over your hand, calming you down.
“Hey guys, how was Star City?” Caitlin asked as she and Harry came up to where you and Barry where seated. Harry’s eyes landed on Barry’s hand and how he was holding yours.
“It was good, I was really happy to see Felicity.” You answered, never meeting Harry’s stare.
“Shouldn’t you be getting to work, Allen?” Harry barked out. Harry never calls Barry by his last name unless they were arguing about a mission.
“I decided to take a personal day and spend some more time with Y/N, is that a problem?” Barry asked curtly.
“No, not at all.” Harry hissed out, Caitlin tugged on his arm and they left to the other side of the cortex.
“Wow, I guess the honeymoon phase only lasted for the weekend, huh?” Barry muttered earning a laugh from you.
“You’re asking for a smack down.”
“Ah, but that would require for him to actually catch me.” He joked.
A couple of weeks passed and you and Barry had only grown closer, no you weren’t developing feelings for the speedster, you knew he was in love with Iris but he was waiting for the right time. You still had feelings for Harry but you’ve learnt to let him go; if he was happy then that was enough for you.
Little did you know that he was far from happy, he thought that he liked Caitlin but he soon realized that she was not you.
Everyday that he was with Caitlin, he was longing for you. That day he ended things with her, she handled it with grace and wished him luck. Caitlin knew that it wouldn’t last, she saw the way his jaw would set whenever you laughed at one of Barry’s jokes, how he would scoff whenever you would ask if Barry was around and how his eyes with burn with jealousy whenever you would hug Barry after a mission.
“You better go and tell her how you feel.” Caitlin said, giving him a half smile, before leaving his office. Harry nodded as he thought of how to do so, it was easier said than done. You were closer to Barry than ever before, could it be that you were dating? He needed answers and he needed then now.
He hunted down Barry and thanked his lucky stars that you weren’t around, you were at the station picking up some reports.
“Mr. Allen, could I talk to you in private?” Barry looked up from his phone and nodded, following him into the hallway.
“I’m just going to skip the pleasantries and get straight to it.” Barry had a hunch of what this was about and he had to bite his lip so he wouldn’t laugh, he enjoyed watching the always composed Dr. Wells being all fidgety.
“Are you and Y/N together?”
“Well no, as you can see she’s not here next to me as you interrogate me.”
“Stop playing games and answer the question.” Harry growled, Barry raised his arms in defense and chuckled.
“No we’re not, she’s like a sister to me and I’ve been there for her ever since you broke her heart.”
“What do you mean?” Barry scoffed at his question.
“Wow, you are both one of the most brilliant scientist of your time, and the dumbest. She loved you, when you asked her for advice she thought that you felt the same about her and were finally going to ask her out, but we all know what happened next.” Barry responded.
“I can’t believe it, all this time… Barry you have to help me win her back.” Barry considered it for a few moments, he shook his hand and agreed to. He knew that you were still in love with Harry and he wanted to see you happy, even though he still wanted to punch Harry for all the tears that he caused.
Every day for a week you found a daisy on your desk, accompanied by your favorite cup of coffee. You suspected that it was Barry but it couldn’t had been because he was your ride to work.
Friday came and you found a dozen of daisies on your desk with a giant teddy, attached to him was a note that read,
“I’m beary sorry, please forgive me… H.W.”
You read the note at least five times, you were going to read it again but Barry snatched it out of your hands and told you to go and see Harry.
“Barry, I can’t. What if this doesn’t mean what I want it to mean…” you whispered.
“Y/N, trust me. It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be wonderful.” He encouraged. You nodded and headed towards Harry’s office.
You hesitated for a couple of minutes before knocking, a soft come in, welcomed you in.
You cleared your throat making your presence known.
“You know, the florists are going to miss doing business with you.” You joked, trying to break the tension in the room. His tense face broke into a smile.
“Words can’t express how sorry I am for hurting you. I thought I knew what I wanted but you never know what you have until it’s gone, and believe me Y/N, these weeks without you have been the worst of my life.”
“Harry…”
“I’m in love with you, and I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to realize it.” He concluded.
You gasped, you spent countless of days imagining him professing his love for you and it finally happened.
“What about Caitlin? She’s my friend and I don’t want to hurt her…” you replied, blinking back tears.
“We ended things on good terms, she threaten me if I didn’t man up and confessed my feelings for you she would destroy most of my work.” He said rubbing his neck, chuckling slightly.
That was all you needed to know for you to cross the distance between the two of you and hug him, he welcomed you in his arms and captured your lips in a kiss that was far too long overdue.
Like Barry told you, everything would be okay and it finally was.
Requested
Angry Love (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request
Imagine: You nearly died from saving Cisco and Dante from Rupture, which causes Harry to become extremely pissed at you. For what reason, you don’t know…
*~*~*~*~*
“Stupid!”
“Stop!”
“Unnecessary!”
“But that’s –”
“And absolutely dangerous!!”
You heaved a heavy, exasperated sigh. “Will you just –”
“No!” Harry cut you off with a firm look that had even Barry, Cisco and Caitlin shrinking from him. Running his hands through his hair, he gripped chunks of his locks tightly and practically yanked them out. “You don’t get a say in the matter! Not after that stunt you pulled!! I mean, Jesus, ________! You scared the living hell out of me. Out of all of us! You could’ve died! Did you know that?”
You kept your gaze low. “Yes.”
“Bullshit!” He grabbed a mug and threw it across the room.
The small ceramic cup burst into a thousand shards and scattered across the floor.
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The Proposal | E2 Harry Wells x Reader
“Cisco, can you hand me the screwdriver please?” You ask the long-haired man.
You are both working late on the new device to help control the main breach. Harry gave you the plans to build it and left the handy work for you so he could go back to his workshop and figure out other stuff. Cisco decided to stay and give you a hand, stating loudly before Harry left that it was a douche move to let you finish his work for him. He only replied with a grunt before exiting the room. You didn’t mind though, you knew Harry didn’t do this to be mean, he just truly believed he had better stuff to do. Also, he was being extra talkative these past days, which meant he was warming up to you and you were glad he was. Since your first day, you were attracted to the tall grumpy man. All you wanted was to get closer to him, but he never seemed interested in anything other than his work. Which was fine, it only made you want him more.
“Thanks again, for helping me out” you take the screwdriver from his hand and make the finishing touch on the device. “Ta-da! All done!” You proudly say as you lean back on your chair.
“Amazing! You have great hands. Damn girl, the details on it are perfect. I’m pretty sure Harry wouldn’t have done as good a job as you did Y/N” Cisco marvels while observing your work. You blush at his compliments, like you always do. Cisco has always been nice to you. He made you feel welcomed, he made you laugh, he made you smile. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was crushing on you. But this was Cisco after all, he was just a nice person to everyone, right? Well, everyone besides Harry. The pair of them always had something to bicker about.
“Earth to Y/N?” Cisco waves a hand in front of your eyes, which brings you out of your thoughts.
“S-sorry, huh, did you say something?” You notice he put the device back on the table and moved his chair closer in front of you. Your knees were now touching.
“Yeah, uh, it’s not too late, what do you say we go and grab a drink?” He proposes with an eager smile. You raise your brows out of surprise, and then you can feel the heat creep up your face as your blush deepens.
“Oh!” You look at his hopeful face. “Yes, sure, why not?” You answer, not wanted to shoot him down and see his happy smile go away. This was just two coworkers/friends going out for a drink right? It wasn’t a d-….
“It’s a date! Great! Let me grab my coat and I’ll meet you downstairs.” He gets up and leaves the room excitedly. You are pretty sure you saw him running actually. Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?
You clean up your work station and gather your stuff before making your way to the Cortex to pick up your purse. You see Harry there, standing in front of the transparent board filled with multiple equations. He doesn’t look at you when you walk in, too concentrated on his own work, so you silently make your way to the desk where you always stash your purse under. You pick it up and go through it, looking for your car keys.
“It’s on the desk near the printer.” You are startled by Harry’s voice breaking the silence. You look up to see he had turned around and was looking at you. You turn your eyes toward the printer and see your keys there.
“Oh right, I picked up some paperwork when I arrived and I must’ve left them there by accident.” You laugh and walk to the table to take them. You turn to Harry and stand there awkwardly. “Thanks.” He only gives you a grunt as a response. His eyes are fixated on you, staring into your eyes. You tilt your head a bit, wondering if he wanted to say something. Your lips part a little bit from surprise when you see his eyes slowly wander lower, looking at your up and down. You find yourself blushing again.
“Would you like to go out for a drink?” Harry finally says. You are lost for words. What was happening tonight?
“Uh.. I-I.. I’m actually going out for drinks with Cisco… but you’re welcome to join us?” Something in Harry’s posture change. He tenses up at the mention of you going out with Cisco, and his eyes darkened.
“No.” He replies before turning around at the board.
He starts to erase some equations with a bit too much force. You can see he is clearly pissed. You bite your lip, feeling guilty but you didn’t really knew why. You walk up behind him and gently puts a hand on his shoulder, making him tense up again.
“Harry? Hey, look at me please.” He lets out a loud sigh, but he still turns around. He is towering over you, his piercing blue eyes staring down at you. You get lost in them for a while. “H-how about tomorrow? I’d love to go out for a drink with you tomorrow.” you say.
He gazes at you without saying a word. His eyes are searching yours, and you can see he’s debating himself about something.
“No.” He repeats again before turning back to the board.
You blink, shocked at his short and rude answer, before frowning.
“What’s your problem?” You ask, walking around him and planting yourself between him and the board. He groans out of frustration but he doesn’t say anything. He avoids your eyes and look somewhere else. You put your hands on your hips, waiting for an answer that you finally get after a while.
“I like you.” He whispers, still avoiding your eyes. Your heart skips a beat, and your arms drop besides your body from shock. Your mouth opens and closes many times, lost for words. He sighs and looks at you when you don’t say anything back. You close your mouth when you see the pain in his eyes. “I like you, and I know I haven’t been really good at being, uh, nice or anything, but I do like you. I like the way you put a lot of effort on details when you work, the way you design my projects perfectly, I like when you clean up my work. You complete me.” He whispers in his low raspy voice that gives you goosebumps. You are melting with each words, your brain barely processing what he’s saying.
“I like you, but you like Francisco, so no, I will not go out for a drink with you.” You blink. You blink again. And again. What. The. Fuck?
“Wait, what?” You blurt out, confused.
“I’m not interested in having a pity drink Y/N.” He says.
“A pity drink? What? N-no. Wait. I don’t like Cisco. Well, not like that!” You say, and you see his facial expression change. It went from pain, to confusion, to realization.
“You.. You don’t like him like that? What about all the flirting? Because Ramon cannot shut up about you” He looks at you, waiting for answers.
“We’re just friends Harry. Maybe sometimes Cisco is flirting, and I might flirt back unconsciously but no, I’m not… He’s not the one I like.” You admit.
“Ok, so you admit you like someone. Then I was correct to say you wanted a pity drink with me!” You can see he’s getting frustrated again, so you roll your eyes.
“Ok Harry, you are a smart man. I spend 7 days a week up here at S.T.A.R. Labs, I work crazy hours. The only men I see are Barry, Cisco and you. Obviously, Barry is not the one I like since he’s taken. Also, as I just told you, I do not like Cisco like that. So please, use your gigantic genius brain and figure this out.”
You stare at him, watching his face change as he realizes what you just said. He leans forward, but changes his mind and straightens back up. His eyes are roaming every part of your face, and end up staring at your lips.
“Marry me.”
You take a step back from surprise. What. The. Fuck?!
“Marry me. I don’t do dating, I don’t do boyfriend and girlfriend. On my Earth, when two people want to be with each other, they get married. That’s it.” He takes a step towards you, closing the gap between your two bodies. He carefully puts one hand one your cheek, and the other one on your waist. Out of reflex, you put your hands on his chest, keeping him at a distance to be able to look at his face.
“Wow.. Uh…” You are lost for words. Your brain can’t process what he’s saying, because all you want to do is kiss him. His lips are so close, all you had to do was tip toe a little bit. “H-Harry, I like you. I do, but marriage? That’s like. Wow. Uh…” You let out a little laugh. This whole situation was just too weird. At the sound of your laugh, you see Harry’s eyes flash with hurt. “Don’t take this the wrong way, I want to be with you… But I need to do the dating. We have to. I can’t get married without knowing if we are… compatible in a relationship. I like you Harry, but you have to take a girl out for a few dates before springing the whole marriage stuff on her.” He nods, and his hands leave your body. You already miss the warmth they brought you.
“Ok. 3 dates. And then marriage.”
You laugh. He looks so serious, it was making the whole thing sound so ridiculous. You double in laughter, more and more, and you can’t stop it. Your eyes are filling up with tears from the laughing. Harry just stands there, completely confused at your reaction. You wipe the tears away, and move closer to him. Once your laughter has died down, you grab his face with both hands, and pull it towards you to crush your lips against his. He was surprised at first, but he quickly regained control and kissed you back happily. His hands find their way around your waist and he pulls your body against his. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. His tongue makes his way in your mouth and you welcome it. He skillfully works his magic, making you moan a little. Harry finishes the kiss with a small nibble on your lower lip. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud. If this is how he kisses, you just can’t help imagining how he is in bed. You open your eyes to see him staring at you with desire. His swollen lips were still parted, and he was breathing rapidly. He looks like perfection at this precise moment.
“Okay, 3 dates and then we can consider marriage.” You know it sounds crazy, but you’d be crazy to let a handsome good-kisser man like him get away, right? His face breaks into a huge smile, and he leans in for another kiss when…
“HEY WOAH THERE! Why are you kissing and marrying my DATE?!” Cisco’s voice makes you jump. Oh shit, how long has he been standing there? “Man, you knew I wanted to ask her out.” He folds his arms and stare at Harry.
“Yeah well, you did, didn’t you?” He replies. You roll your eyes. You knew from their tones that there were going to start bickering.
“You knew and you still steal her away from me?” Cisco scowls at him.
“I didn’t steal her, I asked her to marry me.” Harry lifts a brow at Cisco, taunting him. You sigh.
“Cisco, I’m so sorry. I like you, but… Like a friend, you know? I didn’t think you were asking me out on a date, honestly. I wouldn’t lead you on for nothing.” You apologize. He looks at you for a moment before unfolding his arms with a sad and defeated look.
“It’s fine, I’m not mad at you.” Cisco sighs and give you a small shrug. He then turns to Harry. “You, however. You are a dick. Y/N, save yourself while you can. Don’t marry his stupid date-stealing ass.” Cisco huffed before turning away and leaving. “I need a drink.” He mumbles on his way out.
You look back at Harry, still very confused about everything that just happened in the past 15 minutes. His eyes meet your with a certain mischievous sparkle.
“Where were we, Mrs. Bride-to-be?” You blush at the words, and you barely have anytime to reply that his hungry lips were back on yours again.
The Quest For Coffee (Part 3)
This isn’t a direct sequal to parts 1 and 2 since it would take place during season 3 of The Flash, but I imagine this is the same Reader who still has a somewhat fractious relationship with one genius scientist, while the loveable screwball has ingratiated himself quite nicely with the Reader (as he does).
I love the dynamic between Harry and HR and I wish there had been more of it on the show. I also love making Harry mad and putting him in situations where he blows his top. Anyway, I hope I’ve done HR justice because I’ve never written him before.
Harry Wells x Reader
HR x Reader
Warnings: a little innuendo
GIF’s aren’t mine, I’m not that talented
Harry trudged down the hallway, half heartedly drinking the shitty coffee from the STAR Labs kitchen. “Someone should really spring for a Keurig.” He muttered to himself. Rubbing blearily at his eyes, he loped down past the doors of the training room but came to an abrupt stop when he heard a noise. Glancing back, he saw no one, and the training room doors were closed. Chalking it up to sleep deprivation, he turned and made to be on his way when he heard it again. It sounded like a low moan, was somebody hurt? Zeroing in on the doors he crept back towards them and pressed his ear closer.
“Hnngh!”
Y/L/N?
The sound sent his heart racing and he told himself that it was concern for her wellbeing and not arousal. Putting his hand on the handle he made to open it when a different sound stopped him cold.
“I knew you needed this. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Harry made a face. That had sounded like HR. What were they both doing up this early? Y/L/N wasn’t exactly an early riser.
“You were right- huff- please, don’t stop.” Y/L/N’s breathless response made Harry’s stomach plummet.
“I can do it harder.” HR’s voice sounded strained.
“Yes! Harder, I can take it!”
Another groan, this time louder than the last. Great Caesars Ghost, this wasn’t happening, he had to be having some kind of nightmare.
“Golly, you’re good at this!”
“Just a little more- mph! That feels- aah- amazing!” She cried.
Harry stumbled back. His first instinct was to barge in and punch HR right in his admittedly perfect nose. He raised a hand to do just that when common sense kicked in.
She’s a grown woman, who can do whatever she wants with whomever she wants.
Pulling his hand back, he took a few tentative steps away. He had to leave.
Maybe her aversion to all things Wells had decreased over time, but why would she pick HR? And in their training room? Had they no decency?!
Indignation (totally not jealousy, he told himself) made him stomp back towards the door only to stop himself again. He couldn’t embarrass her like that. Hell it would embarrass everyone and that wasn’t what he wanted. Shaking his head to clear it, his shoulders slumped. There was nothing he could do but let them carry on with whatever they were doing in there. Harry’s mind conjured up the image of Y/L/N locked in a torrid embrace with his doppelgänger and he knew if he didn’t leave right now he was going to do something stupid and inappropriate. It was the sound of HR’s voice that stopped him from walking away yet again.
“You think Harry would be up for this? He sure looks like he could use it.” HR huffed enthusiastically.
It was like a red veil covered Harry’s vision and with murder in his heart, Harry gripped the handle and tore the doors open. “Alright, you sick son of a- “ the rest of his tirade was cut short at the sight in front of him.
Y/L/N was lying face down on the mats. Or she would’ve been if HR hadn’t been bending her backwards into a C shape by pulling on her wrists. It looked like her spine was going to snap in half any minute, but it wasn’t what Harry had feared. Although at that angle, the crafty bastard no doubt had an excellent view down her sports bra. HR noticed him first.
“Hey! There he is, Handsome Harry! Just in time.”
It took Harry several rage filled moments to realize that what he had walked in on was not HR seducing Y/L/N, but helping her stretch? Feeling like an idiot, he consciously tried to slow his rapid breathing and ease his posture from hunched and ready to draw blood, to something resembling normal. Y/L/N had turned her head over her shoulder and hadn’t seen his wild entrance. “Hi Harry.” Her voice calmed him somewhat, now that it didn’t sound like she was in the throes of passion. “HR was just helping me work out some knots in my back. Earth 19 has some interesting notions on muscle stretching.” She chattered on, blissfully unaware of his lingering distress. Though HR had noticed and gave his genius counterpart a knowing grin.
HR eased her body back down and she gave her back a quick twist, joints popping into place. “Now that we’ve got another pair of hands, we can try that one technique I was telling you about.” HR suggested excitedly, as he reached a hand down to haul Y/L/N up.
“Uhhh,” Y/L/N hesitated as she glanced quickly at Harry. “Maybe another time, HR, it’s my day to grab the coffee and you know how cranky Cisco gets without his morning fix.” Spinning on her heel, she reached for a nearby hoodie and pulled it over her head. “I’ll be back in a bit, thanks for the warm up.” She gave HR a friendly pat on the arm and glided past Harry. “Your usual?” She asked as she plucked the sad coffee he’d made for himself and chucked it in the trash without missing a beat.
“Uh, yeah thanks.” At her departure, Harry looked down and ran his hand over his face. Despite feeling relief that he’d totally misjudged the situation, his nerves were shot and his emotions were all mixed up and that irritated him. He needed a few minutes to get ahold of himself.
“Ain’t she neat?”
Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he turned back towards his infuriating double.
“You may act like a dim bulb, but I know what you’re up to.” He fixed HR with his most intimidating scowl.
But much like the rest of Team Flash, HR remained unfazed. “Aw, I was just trying to make myself useful, helping our resident trainer stay limber.” HR’s grin never wavered.
“She doesn’t need your help for that.” He growled, crossing his arms across his chest.
Suddenly HR’s smile turned sly and he squinted an azure eye at his Earth 2 counterpart. “Are you speaking from experience? Judging from the tension rolling off of you, I’d say no.” His eyes suddenly brightened. “Hey, you want me to try some of those moves I showed Y/N?” He made to step forward but Harry held him back with a raised finger pointed at his face.
“You touch me and I’ll break you in half.”
“Whoah ho ho, easy my friend,” HR raised his hands in a gesture of surrender while simultaneously backing up.
“Back. off. You’re only here temporarily, remember.”
“I guess you would know about being a temporary Wells.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He could feel his shoulders tense and the urge to deliver a kidney punch to this bumbling baboon grew stronger.
“Well, you go back and forth between Earths, never staying on one for any length of time. Not really fair for you to be dictating what’s good for Y/N.” HR pulled his drumsticks out and flipped one in the air, catching it effortlessly.
Harry’s breath came out in an angry huff and he walked slowly towards HR.
“She may come across as all sunshine and- “ He stalled for a second, trying to recall the unfamiliar Earth 1 expression.
“Motorboats?” HR supplied helpfully.
“Motorboats? No!”
“No,” HR piggybacked off his duplicates negative answer. “Something more alliterative.” He scratched his head with a drumstick. “Saxophones? Scooters? Sweet potatoes? Hey, sweet potatoes is a good one! Sunshine and sweet potatoes.” He nodded to himself at a job well done and looked to Harry for approval.
“NO,” Harry growled in frustration and grabbed HR’s drumsticks.
“But it really rolls off the to- “
“It’s rainbows, sunshine and rainbows you nimbus...” He chucked the drumsticks behind him. “But she’s been hurt. Hurt by a man with our face. So before you think about getting fresh with her, think again.”
“Is that what you tell yourself?” HR goaded, that knowing grin pasted back on his face.
Harry clenched his fist, but the sound of a breach opening up behind him distracted him. Turning his blazing eyes behind him, he watched as Cisco and Y/L/N stepped through with the morning coffee.
“Look at you two, getting all friendly.” Cisco joked, instantly taking in the tension.
Y/L/N seemed oblivious and smiled brilliantly at the two men presenting them with their beverages. “One cup of Black Death for Harry, and one cup of Liquid Heart Arrhythmia for HR.” She shook her head, “Nasty, the both of you.”
Harry took his silently, still glaring holes into HR as he bounded up to Y/L/N.
HR threw Harry a wink as he accepted his coffee. “I like to think of it as liquid sunshine and sweet potatoes.”
It’s Been a While (Part 1)
Rating: M for later chapters 🤫
Summary: It never fails. You try to curl up with a good book and all of a sudden, you’re in a competition to see who can score a one night stand.
A/N: This is just a little gift fic for the lovely and talented @darlingpetao3 . My apologies for making Ralph a bit of a schmuck, but he was a bit of a tool at first, wasn’t he?
“You’re shitting me?” Ralph’s voice floated into the lounge.
“No, I’m not shitting you, Dibny.” Harry’s acerbic reply sounded much closer.
“Harry’s too busy for that, Ralph.” Cisco mocked.
“The day I’m too busy to get a piece of ass is the day I depart this earth.”
You marked your place in your book with a roll of your eyes. You knew you should’ve just gone to your room. Now you’d have to deal with these three yahoos. You curled your body into the chair, if you were lucky they’d get their coffee and leave without noticing your presence.
“I’d be happy to help you depart this earth Ralph.” Cisco taunted.
“First of all, that’s rude.” Ralph frowned as he reached for a mug. “Second, don’t you think he’d be a lot happier if he got some? You should be encouraging this.”
“Dude,” Cisco raised his hands. “You might be right, but I don’t even want to think about his sex life, or lack thereof.”
“Hey!”
You couldn’t help it. At the sound of Harry’s offended protest, you let out a giggle. Abruptly, your chair was forced around and you found herself staring into three very surprised faces.
“Gentlemen,” Ralph said seriously. “We have a spy in our midst.” Then his face changed to a knowing look. “Trying to listen in on a little guy talk, eh, Y/N?”
You smirked. “Please, you think just because I read Jane Austen books, I’ve never been exposed to dirty talk?” You dismissed them with a wave of your book. “I was just hoping you’d get your coffee and leave me in peace.”
“Well my interest is peaked.” Ralph said before taking a sip of his coffee. “What kind of things did you get up to before joining Team Flash?” He wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Harry who looked equal parts curious and uncomfortable.
One memory in particular came to mind, one you really didn’t want to dwell on. Maybe boasting had been a mistake. You huffed out a laugh. “I was just kidding, besides, a lady doesn't kiss and tell.”
“Pfffft, right.” Ralph scoffed and turned to Cisco. “You’ve known her the longest, what kind of stories has she got?”
Cisco folded his arms and gave you a searching look. You definitely regretted inserting yourself into this conversation. “None that I’ve heard.”
You pinched your mouth together as you felt your cheeks tingle with warmth.
“So you’ve never been tempted to go out and get some Earth One booty?” Ralph’s eyes glazed slightly and you threw a wadded up napkin at him, it bounced harmlessly off his head.
“That wasn’t a no.” Cisco teased.
“It’s more of a none of your damn business!” You exploded.
“Are you a vi-“
“DIBNY!”
“RALPH!”
“What? It was a valid question! She said she could handle a little crude talk, didn’t you, Y/N?”
You glared hotly at him. “Yes, I can. No, I’m not a virgin, you simpleton! I just don’t sleep with anything that has a pulse, unlike some people in this room.”
“You may wanna rephrase that.” Cisco chortled. Otherwise, Ralph’s questions are going to take a really sick turn.” Harry snorted in amusement.
“Could you go back to harassing Harry and his inability to get laid.” you locked eyes with the genius who took immediate umbrage.
“I don’t have a problem with-why are you bringing me into this? I didn’t say anything!” Harry retorted.
“I think you both have a problem.” Cisco tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Precisely, what these two need is a night out.”
“No.”
“Hard pass.”
“Come on, you got something better to do tonight?”
“Don’t be afraid.” Cisco cooed, “we’ll be there with you.”
“I’m not afraid,” oh, you were really regretting this. “I just don’t feel the need to-“
“Don’t feel the need? Cisco, we may already be too late.” Ralph’s eyes widened comically.
“We’re definitely too late with this one.” Cisco nodded towards Harry.
“Me? I’m not the one sitting alone in a chair reading schmultzy romance novels!”
Your eyes narrowed at the agitated scientist. It’s gonna be like that, huh? “I think we both know which one of us would have an easier time scoring a one night stand.” You said scathingly as you looked him up and down.
“Whoah!”
“Them's fightin’ words.”
Harry loomed over you but you didn’t back down. “That sounds like a challenge.” He pitched his voice lower but you merely folded your arms across your chest. “Not even. Hey Ralph?”
“Yeah.” He answered eagerly.
“Wanna have sex?” Your eyes never left Harry’s.
“Do I?!”
Ralph clapped his hands together, and your lips curled into a smug grin. “Looks like I win.”
“Yeah, a trip to the free clinic for a shot of penicillin.” Harry retorted. “We already established Dibney would sleep with anyone with a pulse. He’d sleep with me if I asked.”
“You better be treating me to lobster for dinner.” Ralph teased.
Cisco chose this moment to break in. “That’s right, besides that’s not a fair contest, we need to take this to the streets.”
You raised your hands “Oh, I don’t think so.” Harry’s deepening frown clearly displayed his feelings.
“Nooot what I meant!” Cisco rolled his eyes. “Tonight, you two are going to the establishment of our choice, where you will both attempt to secure one night stands. The winner’s prize is obvious,” he wiggled his brows. “The loser lives with the shame and has to tell us about the last sexual experience they had.”
Your eyes widened. “There’s no way!”
“Afraid you’ll lose, YLN?”
Harry side-eyed you smugly and you scowled back. “The only thing I’m afraid of is having to listen to a story of you awkwardly seducing your left hand.”
Ralph snorted and Cisco stepped back.
Harry’s smirk melted into a thin lipped grimace. “I’m in.” He turned to Cisco. Oh, he would show you.
“Fine, but I reserve the right to not go through with this if I don’t want to.”
“You’re gonna leave some guy with a case of blue balls?” Ralph asked incredulously.
“Not surprising that you’re all talk and no action.” Harry huffed and you glared at him. “Those are my conditions, I’m just not a one night stand kind of girl.”
“No, you’re a tease.”
Cisco stepped between the small gap between the pair. “To your corners you two. We leave at 10.”
——-
“Not too shabby Harry, you clean up pretty good.” Ralph popped his collar and adjusted his sleeve as he looked Harry over. Harry nodded his acknowledgement.
“Black, I’m so surprised.”
Cisco stalked up to Harry and loosened his tie. He tried to bat Cisco’s hands away from his neck, but Cisco was not to be deterred. “You’re looking for a hookup Harry, not a business meeting.” He said pointedly.
“Probably one and the same for him.” The three of them turned towards the Cortex door to see you standing there.
“Daaaaaamn girl, You came out with guns blazing.” Cisco whistled.
You smoothed out an imaginary crease in your cranberry lace mini dress. You may not be looking forward to the evening, but it was nice to be out of your STAR Labs sweats once in a while and even nicer to know your glammed up look was appreciated. Even Harry was looking at you differently, his mouth slightly agape. Something fluttered in your stomach and you ruthlessly squashed it down.
(Had you been privy to Harry’s personal thoughts, you probably would’ve blushed a similar shade as your dress.)
“FYI, I’m still more than willing to have sex with you.” Ralph blabbed and you rolled your eyes and turned to leave. “Let’s just get this over with.”
——-
“For the record, I blame you for this.” You hissed from the car seat next to Harry. Cisco was driving the four of you to some swanky club, the plan was to park some distance away and simply breech in, thereby avoiding the line and bouncers.
“Hmm, what?” Harry asked distractedly. He’d been too focused on how your dress rode up your thighs when you sat. You hadn’t looked at him once since climbing into the back of Cisco’s car, but it allowed him to peruse you to his heart's content. He could tell from your rigid posture and crossed arms that you were uncomfortable. At his less than loquacious response, you turned to him and he was assaulted by the full force of those smoky eyes. You looked utterly delectable like this and he hated it.
“I blame you! If you hadn’t made fun of me, I never would have lost my temper and I never would have agreed to this farce.” You waved your arms around to encompass the entire situation.
That brought him out of his haze. “You’re blaming me because you couldn’t control your sassy mouth?” Harry whispered in annoyance. “unbelievable.” He grew more agitated as he spoke. “You’re the one who said you’d never, to quote Dibney “gotten any Earth One booty.”
You turned towards him fully now. “No! I said a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”
Harry considered that for a minute. “So you’ve been with someone since you’ve been here? On Earth One?”
Your glossy mouth opened and then snapped shut, huffing a dismissive sound, you turned your back on him.
So she HAS been with someone since she’s been here.
He didn’t know why that thought bothered him. “Who?” He asked quietly.
“I don’t have to tell unless I lose, remember?” You answered back and he hunched his shoulders in annoyance. He would probably never find out. With a sigh, he spoke up again. “Your secret’s safe, there’s no way I’m coming out the winner here.”
You turned back towards him. “What do you mean?” Your head tilted in confusion.
“You look incredible.” He answered honestly and you started at the compliment. “No ones going to be looking at me when they could be looking at you.” He smiled slightly at you, and those damn butterflies were back.
“I don’t think we’re competing for the same demographic, but thank you.”
“You’re not gonna return the compliment?” He teased. It wasn’t often he got to fluster you and he couldn’t help but take advantage a little.
You scoffed. “Please, you know how handsome you are, you don’t need me making your head any bigger.”
Her comment made him inexplicably happy and he preened a bit. He supposed that wasn’t totally unexpected since you’d previously fallen for his Earth One counterpart, but- Thawne! And there it was, the answer to who you’d been with since being on this earth. His stomach gave a sickening lurch at the thought. No wonder you didn’t want to relive the memory. “Hey, you don’t have to do this.” He said quietly and you tilted up to look him in the eye again.
“There’s no way Ralph and Cisco will let me out of this. I made my bed, so I’ll lie in it.” You immediately regretted your choice of words, but before either of you could comment on it, Cisco opened the car door, and you stepped out without any hesitation.
Two Jackwagons and a Baby
Harry Wells x Reader
Summary: when a meta human baby gets left on the doorstep of STAR Labs, she creates some interesting tension between you and a certain scientist.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Part 2, Part 3
He was dreaming again.
Dreaming about her.
He’d accepted it a while ago, hoping it would stop these illicit ramblings of his subconscious.
It had not.
The dreams varied, sometimes they were sweet and tender, sometimes they were rough and passionate, whatever the mood, he always woke feeling decidedly guilty and on his more honest days, aroused. Tonights dream was a doozy. He was in his lab, working on an equation that made absolutely no sense when in walks YN YLN with a huff of a laugh and a shake of her head.
“You must be losing it old man, the answer is obvious.”
He hated when she called him old man, it never failed to wake the snarling beast in him and Dream Harry felt no different.
“What, you’re a physics genius now?” He replied acerbically, but Dream YLN simply plucked his white marker out of his hand and began drawing on his work.
“One doesn’t need to be a genius to know the answer is bunnies.”
Harry tried to protest, but he seemed rooted to the spot. Bunnies? What was she going on about? But he didn’t ask and she didn’t answer. Instead, she drew little cartoon rabbits all throughout his formulas. His lower case a’s became bunny profiles, his m’s became eyes for, what else? More bunnies. Soon the entire equation had morphed into dozens of cartoonish rabbit portraits.
Finished with her handy work, she turned towards him with a satisfied look on her face and capped his marker with a decisive click. “Everything’s better with bunnies.” She declared and tapped him in the chest with the now capped marker. “Now we can move onto more important things.” Her voice took on a husky quality that made his blood warm. But the anxiety of his ruined equations still coursed through him. He kept glancing around her trying to make out his work. Not that he had understood any of it before since it was a dream, but now he felt even more at a loss. “YLN, What the hell am I supposed to do with a board full of rabbits?”
“Bunnies.” She corrected and he felt his temper flair. “Oh, it’s the same damn thing.” He reached for the marker but she frowned and tossed it behind her. They’re babies, Harry, bunnies are babies.” She said urgently while shaking him by the shoulders. “Babies, Harry, babies! Do you hear me Harry? Harry?”
“Harry!”
“Bunnies are babies!” Harry jolted awake from his desk with that phrase ringing in his ears and YLN’s hands on his shoulders. He tried to bring his eyes into focus as a startled looking YLN removed her hands.
“That’s right Harry,” she spoke as though talking to a child, or perhaps a cranky, sleep deprived scientist. “But we have a bigger problem right now.” Pointing towards the security feed, he followed the gesture until his eyes landed on the feed from the front door.
Still feeling bleary, it took him a moment to process what he was seeing.
“Is that an infant car seat?” She asked.
He blinked a few times and rubbed his tired eyes. “It would appear to be.”
——-
It was indeed an infant car seat, complete with a sleeping infant. They’d looked around for signs of a trap, but there was no one else around but the sleeping baby and a diaper bag of supplies. Feeling decidedly uncomfortable with the entire situation, Harry hauled the baby seat inside, locking the door securely behind him. Setting the car seat carefully on a table, they peered inside.
“Poor baby, is there a note?” YLN asks in whispered concern.
“Of course there’s not a note, you watch too many movies.” Harry replies in whispered annoyance.
Rolling her eyes at him, she pulls the blanket back a bit, pulls out a piece of paper and flashes him a triumphant smile. “Looks like you don’t watch enough.” Her eyes darted across the paper and her brow creased. “Oh dear, listen to this.”
To Whom it May Concern -
“Oh that’s real original.”
“Shhh!” She shushed and continued reading.
Please, I’m in desperate need of help. I was an individual affected by the particle accelerator explosion of 2015. I won’t get into my abilities as I don’t wish to be identified, but I’m ashamed to say I didn’t use them for good. A year ago, I left Central City and wound up pregnant. The father of my baby didn’t care until I discovered she had abilities too. Anyone in her immediate vicinity is compelled to tell the truth. The father wanted to use her to commit crimes; you can imagine how easy it would be to get information out of people. But I don’t want that for my daughter so I ran and have brought her to you for safekeeping. The father will find me, but I’ll never give up my daughters location. Please keep her safe and help cure her of her abilities if you can.
Harry was shocked into silence. YLN was not.
“How could someone do this? To an innocent baby?” Her voice wavered with emotion and she looked at him for a reason.
“Not everyone is fit to be a parent.”
“I’ll say! I hope that loser sperm donor does show up here.” She pounded her hand into her fist leaving Harry with no doubt that he wouldn’t be leaving in the same condition he came.
A snuffle and a little grunt came from the baby seat and YLN’s angry expression instantly perked into one of excitement. Harry looked on as she hopped over to the waking bundle. A little fist flailed up and YLNl’s squeal of delight brought a smile to his face. "I didn't know you liked babies so much." He commented.
“I love babies! I want a whole passel of them.”
His eyes widened in surprise, she didn’t normally confide anything so personal to him.
“Hello sweetheart,” she cooed. “Auntie YN and Uncle Harry are here- Wow, there’s a lot of straps to this thing.”
Harry shook his head as she fumbled with the five point harness. “Look out before you hurt yourself.” He grumbled, clicking the button to release the straps, she wasted no time in scooping the tiny girl out of the seat and hugging her to her chest.
“You poor little darling, you’re safe now.”
He did a double take as she breathed in, then let out a blissful sigh. “Did you just sniff the baby?” He asked incredulously.
“Of course I did, nothing smells better than a little baby.” She smiled at him sweetly, a look she never spared for him and his breath hitched in his throat. She didn’t notice, fortunately, as the baby decided to let out an annoyed cry.
“Oh, what’s the matter sweetie?”
“She’s wet.” Harry said pronounced.
“How do you know that?” She asked.
Harry shrugged. “Experience. She napped, so she probably needs a diaper change.”
She seemed to consider this. “I forget sometimes that you’re a dad.”
Instead of answering, Harry rifled through the diaper bag, producing a diaper and baby wipes and held them out to her.
She smirked at him. “Forget how it’s done?”
With a sigh and an eye roll, he turned back towards the bag and pulled out a blanket. She watched as he folded it, making it into a little pad for the baby to lay on. That done, he gestured for her to lay the baby down.
She found her attention pulled from the baby to Harry’s sure and steady hands. Was watching a man change a diaper supposed to be this attractive? Because it was. Very, very attractive. Rough hands that usually carried a pulse rifle or worked with some piece of tech were gently lifting little feet out of their footie pajamas. He was quick and efficient and when the baby let out an impatient squawk, he spoke quietly to her. “Almost done, little lady.”
At YLN’s quick intake of breath, Harry turned his attention to her momentarily,taking in the odd look she was giving him. Somewhat unnerved, he tried to focus on sticking the baby’’s flailing feet back in her little jammies. That accomplished, he picked the baby up and patted her back in a soothing motion.
“Watching you do dad things is really hot.”
He whipped his head around in shock to look at her. “What?”
YLN looked momentarily confused and her cheeks flushed. “What?”
“What did you just say?” Harry demanded.
“I didn’t say anything! Except that it’s hot when you do dad stuff.” She clapped a hand over her mouth and looked somewhat panic stricken. “I did not mean to say that out loud.”
Harry was equal parts flattered and confused. “But you did.” He said with a sly smile. “Little Lady’s powers really do work.” At YLN’s horrified realization, his grin widened. “Changing diapers? Really?” He mused. “That’s not a kink I would’ve associated with you.”
“It’s not the diapers, you buffoon,” she blurted. “it’s the whole-“ but she started backing away from them and was able to shut her mouth.
Harry stepped closer. “No, come on, what were you gonna say?” He teased. His raspy chuckle broke through when she started backing away.
“No, you keep away!” She continued backing away holding her fingers up in a cross as if to ward them off. But Harry kept advancing and her thoughts came forth without her control. “The dad stuff makes you seem caring and attentive...and manly.” That last bit was pitched lower and came out a little breathless.
His eyes widened perceptively while hers became more hooded. He found it somewhat difficult to swallow but apparently she wasn’t done. “You have perfect forearms and I really like watching your hands, and I wonder how they’d feel on me and could you please stop before I die of embarrassment!” She covered her flaming face with her hands.
The last bit came out in a distressed rush and it stopped him from coming closer, but seeing as he was holding the truth provoking baby it didn’t stop his mouth from opening. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.” He chuckled and she peered at him through her fingers. “I wish I could bend you over that table and show you just how capable my hands can be.”
“HARRY!” She shrieked in mortification.
He flinched and looked between her and the baby in horror. “I meant that. I meant it, but I didn’t mean to say it out loud.” His face ignited and he looked frantically around for a way to get rid of the dangerous baby. Turning, he jogged back to the baby seat and deposited the baby back inside. She looked up at him with large hazel eyes and he nearly caved. “That’s quite enough of that!” He said sternly and he wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or the baby. He backed away and the compulsion to spill his every fantasy about YLN left him. Running both hands through his chaotic hair he looked everywhere but at the woman whose eyes were burning holes through him. His eyes flicked back to the baby, which was a mistake because as soon as they made eye contact her tiny lower lip poked out.
YLN still had her face somewhat covered, but she saw the babies crumpled face and her heart went out to her. “You made her cry!” She accused the flustered scientist. He held his hands up in a show of innocence and tried to stammer out words but she cut him off. “Just, back away from her and plug your ears before we’re humiliated anymore.”
Still avoiding her eyes, he did as he was bid. Appreciating a moment to try and collect himself. He shuddered, he had come right out and admitted he wanted to sleep with her. Fucking hell...what must she think of him? Then again, she had admitted she was attracted to him too. He spared a glance at her. Her back was to him and she was bent over, lifting the baby out of the seat and cuddling her close. He tentatively uncovered his ears and caught the end of her one sided conversation.
“- I know, you can’t help it can you?” She cooed in the baby’s ear and swayed with her. “Uncle Harry can’t help but be an old grump sometimes, but he didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, come on!” Harry protested but she turned towards him with a warning glare. “I’m telling the truth, aren’t I?” When he folded his arms across his chest she childishly stuck her tongue out at him, then gave him her back again.
He shook his head but couldn’t help but smile as she glided around the room talking softly to the baby. It worked for a while, but eventually the baby started fussing again.
“Do you think she’s hungry?” YLN asked.
Harry retrieved a bottle and a container of formula and set to work whipping up a bottle. He surreptitiously glanced at YLN and sure enough, she was watching him with that expression again and mumbling to the baby. “Wanna share with the rest of the class?” He asked lightly, having some idea of what she was saying.
“No, I do not,” she said loudly and he chuckled as her cheeks flushed.
She was grateful he’d phrased the question that way instead of asking her point blank what she had been saying. “Just set the bottle down and go play with your tools, I’ll feed her.”
“After that confession of yours, I may have to.” Harry smirked as he left the pair of them to themselves. “Call me when you need my help.”
——-
Imagine e2 Harry Wells realizing you’re only playing dumb to make people like you.
Being a klutz was endearing. Laughing loudly at jokes made people think you were enjoying yourself. Furrowing your brow at seemingly difficult tasks made people think you weren’t as smart as you really were. Playing dumb had become second nature to you; after all, you’d learned years ago that you could be smart in secret, and have friends in public. Maybe none of them were quite up to your intellectual levels, but so what? It was better than being alone, right?
That was, until you met Team Flash. You’d worked as a clerk at the CCPD and discovered Barry’s secret through old fashioned deduction. Of course, you played it off as an accident. By the time you became friends with him, and Cisco and Caitlin, you’re less than brilliant persona was how they knew you.
That was how Harry knew you to be. Or so you thought.
“Stop it,” Harry said, his voice low as he looked over some papers.
You hesitated beside Barry, laughter dying down. “Pardon?”
You watched Barry’s Adam’s apple bob as he looked between you and Harry. You knew that Harry found you more annoying than useful to Team Flash, but you’d helped out with a couple problems to prove your worth.
“Stop playing stupid,” Harry ordered. He looked to you, barely moving his body to send you a glare. “You should know by now that nobody here is going to leave you behind because you’re smarter than us.” He glanced at your three friends. “Most of us.”
“I-uh,” you stammered. Nobody had ever called you out before.
“Y/N?” Caitlin questioned.
“I’m…I don’t know–”
“I knew it!” Cisco shouted, leaping from his seat. “I knew you knew what we’re talking about.” His grin was ear to ear.
“What am I missing?” Barry asked. He looked to you but you didn’t have an answer. Thankfully Harry did.
“Y/N’s a genius. They’ve just been playing stupid to make friends.”