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[fictionalbadass]

The Girl With Camera

Clary Susan Downey, she maybe the adopted daughter of Susan and Robert, but she was as good as their blood children.

She was quite ambiverted and shy kid, but when she is in her element, nobody can stop her. And her element is directing and photography.

"Clary, wake up!" Exton jumped on the bed of his sister, making Clary groan in irritation. "What is it Ex?" Clary mumbled as she peaked at him with one eye open.

"Dad wants you down." The five year old said, as he stared at the girl with a grin. "Give me ten minutes atleast." Clary said as she sighed in defeat.

"Okay! But please come down fast!" Exton said before bounding out of the room. "I sweat to god, he is going to hit himself one day." Clary grumbled as she sat up in her bed.

She stifled a yawn before removing covers from her leg and got out of her bed, begrudgingly. She slipped her feets into her fluffy house slippers and walked towards her bathroom.

After doing her morning routine, she walked down the stairs of the giant house. She was still in her pajamas.

"There is our director!" Robert exclaimed as he watched his daughter walked down the stairs.

"What's the occasion?" Clary asked as she rubbed her eyes and saw that there were balloons by the living room and Indio was there too.

"Leave it on her to forget her own birthday." Susan said shaking her head at her. "I AM LEGAL!" Clary almost shrieked in delight.

"That you are. Now come down quick. As you are leaving for Georgia tomorrow, we are going to spend most of our time today playing board games and will have a dinner at your favourite restaurant." Robert said smiling.

That was the life Clary, full of love and happiness.

Harrison John Osterfield, a boy with a heart full of hope, following his passion was a bit difficult, but finally he made it to a movie as a major character. To be precise, Simon himself.

He stared out of the window of the airplane, a small smile on his face. He felt like he finally achieved something, something he was proud of.

Making to love, simon was least expected event, but when it came true, he couldn't stop shouting in his house.

And now he was on the plan to Georgia, for the shooting of the movie. He had to call off as Tom's assistant for the press tour. Now he is no more just an assistant, but one of the lead role.

His life took a turn, for the best.

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@starlight-starks @mrs-hollandstan @harrisonosterfieldhazmyheart @hazosterfield-and-mcu-imagines @hazosterfieldsource-blog

[wannabegwenstacy]

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[stardust-revengers]

Tom:[drilling a hole into the wall] Tom: Oh, sorry. Did I get ya? Harrison: No, you didn’t ‘get me’! It’s an electric drill, you get me, you KILL ME!

[mithranqueersmusings]

The Night Before XIV

Chapter: 14/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut, Slow Burn

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

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Ringo didn't know where to look first, his eyes entirely overwhelmed by the display of erotica laid out before him. George was tied to the bed, one hand remaining free for obvious reasons, completely naked except from some sheer stockings. That would've been enough to bring Ringo to his knees, but there was more. A small remote lay on George's toned stomach which Ringo quickly realised controlled the vibrator which was snugly buried inside George. Ringo had never seen such a debauched display, taking a few steps closer into the room he saw a ring of metal around George's already hard shaft. To top it all off, a red gagball was pressed between his lips, muffling any noise he tried to make. Exactly how he had been able to do all this in such a short amount of time, Ringo had no clue, but he wasn't about to start questioning things.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Ringo breathed, his eyes growing dark with hunger.

George struggled to meet Ringo's gaze from his position on the bed, having to crane his neck uncomfortably, but there wasn't much communication needed. He lifted his free hand and beckoned Ringo closer with his slender finger.

Ringo moved over slowly to the head of the bed, allowing himself to indulge in the sight of George's face: his eyes had watered a little already, his skin sporting pink undertones and his lips spread so perfectly. Kinky was never a word Ringo would use to describe himself, but he was beginning to understand that would've been a mistake, because something stirred deep inside him knowing George was all his, to do with whatever he pleased. He rubbed his thumb on George's outstretched bottom lip, feeling the spit that had gathered there. George leaned in to the touch as best he could, his moan distorted by the gag which only made it sound richer and more enticing.

"I don't even know where to begin." Ringo had intended the comment to sound light, but his mind was far too clouded.

George gestured with his free hand to signal that Ringo needed to finish what he'd been incapable of. The restraints seemed to go underneath the bed, a more elaborate contraption than Ringo had ever seen, his mind began to wander as to how many times George had presented himself like this to other men, no matter how many it had been now it was Ringo's turn. He traced his fingers along the veins of George's arm before shackling it to the bed, determined to drive him as crazy as possible.

Ringo picked up the remote, circling back to the end of the bed to get a better view of George's stuffed entrance. There were only a few buttons, which was a relief to Ringo who'd never even used a vibrator before. He decided to experiment, pressing the first button which turned it on gradually, George let out a wanton moan as he struggled against his restrains. The second sent vibrations out in spurts with seemingly no regular rhyhtm, making George twitch each time.

"Fuck... You look so gorgeous, George." Ringo cooed, sliding himself inbetween his spread legs "Letting me use you like this, I never knew you could be so filthy."

Running his finger around George's entrance teasingly, Ringo pressed the third button which sent the vibrations in waves, building up to a point of intensity then rolling back down into nothing. George really began to squirm, his cock twitching against his stomach in desperate need of attention. Ringo had almost forgotten about the cock ring, he'd never even seen one before in real life.

"Bet you could cum right now, couldn't you?" Ringo discarded the remote, allowing the vibrator to continue abusing George's hole "But you don't want to, not unless I allow you to."

George thrust his hips upwards as best he could, longing for any form of contact, his eyes hooded and dark. Ringo moved his hand upwards, tracing along George's hot skin before he gripped onto his cock. The noises pouring from George's mouth were shameless, only growing more wanton as Ringo began stroking teasingly slow. Ringo caught George's eye as he sank his mouth downwards, his tongue circling the head before he engulfed the entire length. George practically screamed out, his hands gripping at the restraints to ease some of the overwhelming ectsasy. Ringo let out a menacing laugh, still busying his mouth with George's already leaking cock.

Ringo surprised himself with how easily he leaned in to the dominant persona, it was hard not to when George was giving himself up so willingly.

"Such a good little slut." Ringo purred, his hand gripping around the base of the vibrator and beginning to pump it slowly "I could slide my cock inside you so easily, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

George nodded, his eyes filled with tears. Ringo quickened his hand, forcing George to struggle in vain. It was no surprise that Ringo was rock hard, he slid out of his boxers and stroked himself lazily. He knew he could tease George like this all night, but there was only so much Ringo could punish himself.

"You want my cock?" Ringo teased, straddling George as he pressed their cocks together "You want it buried in that tight arse of yours?"

As enticing as George's muffled moans were, Ringo couldn't deny that he missed hearing George's depraved responses to his teasing. He reached to undo the gag, it wasn't the most gentle attempt but George didn't seem to care. The look in George's eye as Ringo removed it from his mouth was mesmerising, the strings of spit stretching out made the whole thing look utterly pornographic. Ringo groaned, lowering his mouth down onto George for a few deep kisses.

"So pretty." Ringo hummed, pressing his thumb into George's mouth which he accepted eagerly "I'm not gonna fuck you just yet, not until I've used this mouth."

"Please... I want it." George pleaded, his voice completely shot "I wanna taste your cock, Ringo."

No further encouragement was needed. Ringo had to shuffle a little awkwardly on the bed to align himself with George's mouth, the position wasn't ideal but there was no way either of them could wait any longer. Just to mix things up a little, Ringo turned on the second setting of the vibrator so that George would unexpectedly jolt upwards with pleasure, Ringo only hoped it wouldn't get his teeth too heavily involved.

George's mouth was wet and welcoming, Ringo slid his cock inside with no resistance. He was starting to think that he should've worn a cock ring too, because he wouldn't be able to last as long as he'd like.

"Shit, George..." Ringo panted as he began pulling his cock out "You're gonna be the death of me."

Ringo had no idea how George was able to even remain conscious through all this, his cock desperate for release yet constantly being denied the pleasure, his wrists and ankles growing red with friction and his mouth being fucked without being able to stop it, not that he'd ever want to. To start with Ringo thrust slowly, rolling his hips into the heat of George's mouth, grunting as he fought the temptation to fuck into him ruthlessly. The two of them looked into one another's eyes the entire time, it was impossible to even look away. George's eyes would flutter or roll as Ringo began quickening his thrusts but they'd always return to gaze back at Ringo, dark with lust and pure want.

"Taking me so well, aren't you?" Ringo rubbed his hand tenderly on George's cheek "Been waiting for my cock all evening. Waiting for me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are."

George moaned around Ringo's cock, opening this throat entirely as the pace grew harsh and unforgiving. Ringo felt his orgasm brewing in his groin, he only wished he'd be able to release himself now but he had other plans.

"Fuck I'm getting close..." Ringo admitted, slowing his thrusts only slightly "I don't even need to ask if you're ready for my cock, I know you are. Know how hungry you are for it."

Ringo reluctantly removed himself from George's mouth, tapping the head of his cock on the flatness of George's outstretched tongue. He was already so close, he cursed himself for not being able to last longer.

George practically cooed when the vibrator was taken out, leaving his hole wet and gaping. Ringo groaned at the sight, tracing his tongue around the outside.

"I can't take it anymore." George whined, struggling once again against his restraints "Put your cock in me Ringo, I need it."

Ringo chuckled darkly "You think you deserve it? You have been so good for me, so willing."

"Yes, yes, I do!" George cried out, the look in his eyes absolutely wild "Been so fucking good for you, such a good little slut."

"Took the words right out my mouth." Ringo hummed, lining himself up with George's entrance "How many guys have you let fuck you like this? You'd do anything for some cock, wouldn't you?"

George tried to speak but was completely silenced when Ringo thrust inside without further warning, all the way to the base. Both of them had to pause for a moment, to gather their thoughts and senses entirely. Ringo gripped at George's gaunt face, forcing him to look at him.

"I asked you a question." Ringo grunted, pulling himself out slowly.

"I- Fuck!" George screamed out again.

"Don't lie to me." Ringo worried he was taking things too far, but George only seemed to be enjoying it more and more.

"So many, I've lost count..." George breathed "Don't even care who it is, as long as they'll fuck me nice and rough."

"Dirty boy." Ringo laughed, struggling to keep his composure as he thrust inside once more.

"I am, I am." George rambled "Do anything for your big cock inside me, Ringo. Can't wait to feel your cum trickling down my thighs.

Ringo almost growled, his other hand gripping George's hip as he began fucking him without remorse. George wailed, his moans bordering on screams as his expression was almost vacant, so completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

"I want you to cum for me George." Ringo instructed, his fingers tracing over the metal of the cock ring "Can you do that for me? Then I'm gonna fill you up, nice and deep."

George could only manage a nod, his words entirely unintelligible as Ringo slid the ring off.

"That's it." Ringo encouraged, his hand switching from George's hip to his aching cock, jerking him off sloppily to bring him to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" George called out as he came, shooting over Ringo's hand and over his stomach.

Ringo acted fast, using all the remaining energy in his body to fuck into George mercilessly, spilling moans from his lips as he buried his cock as deep as he could manage while his own orgasm washed over him. George was still twitching with pleasure as Ringo spilled himself inside, his mind was completely blank, all he could do was feel.

His body gave out entirely, dropping all of his weight down onto George as he slowly recovered. A sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies, breath escaping from their mouths in quick pants.

Ringo didn't want to move, but he knew if he didn't things would only get more uncomfortable and considerably grosser. He pulled out of George carefully, his tenderness returning without much thought. George let out a gasp at the feeling, a final moan parting his lips as Ringo's cum began spilling out onto the sheets.

"Fucking hell." Ringo would've been more aroused if he wasn't currently so depleted, but he couldn't deny that the sight was beyond erotic.

"Enjoyed your present then?" George asked, his voice even rougher than before.

Ringo smiled sweetly down at him "Do you even have to ask?"

[hazinhoodies]

Lovebug (H.O)

HarrisonxReader

A/N: So this is my submission for @starksparker jonas brothers writing challenge. my crush on nick has not gone away since i was nine thanks for asking. anyways have some fluff. song here :)

Warnings: fluff. it’s good and pure

Word Count: 2.2k (lyrics included)

Called her for the first time yesterday

Finally found the missing part of me

Felt so close but you were far away

Left me without anything to say

The phone rang in Harrison's ear. He wasn’t sure what made him call you but he did. He wasn’t sure if this was even still your number. Something inside of him told him it was, or to at least let it ring through and see.

Harrison pulled the phone from his ear to check the time, it would be nearly 3 am for you. Maybe you weren’t going to pick up. It’d rung six times already, the previous gut feeling had started to be taken over by doubt and regret. Just as he was about to hang up the little line underneath your name switch from ‘Ringing’ to the timer. He watched as the seconds ticked by, he heard your voice, it sounded distant.

“Harrison?” Your voice was groggy but smooth and it still made Harrison feel like he’d eating one too many Haribo gummies, like the two of you had many times in school. Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, “Haz?”

“Hm? Yeah. Hi. Sorry ‘bout that” Harrison nearly drops his phone in a rush to place it back against his ear. There was a moment of silence on both ends, he could hear your breathing, steady through the line. Harrison felt everything he had felt before, things he hadn’t felt in years come flooding back to him. His heart pounded in his ears, he was sure you could hear it too

Now I'm speechless, over the edge

I'm just breathless I never thought that I'd catch this

Lovebug again

Hopeless, head over heels in the

Moment I never thought that I'd get hit

by this Lovebug again

“Was there something you needed?” You ask. Harrison imagines what you look like right now. Lying down on your back or stomach, propped up by your elbows. The phone was probably pressed to your ear, still plugged into its charger, the blankets likely sat around your waist, you hadn’t bothered moving them since you sat up to answer the phone. He wondered if the shirt you wore was your own or someone else's. The thought made his chest squeeze.

“Uh no. I’m just calling to say hi. Catch up, s’been a while” Harrison pressed his hand to his forehead. He scolded himself for giving such a dumb answer. Truthfully he had no clue why he had called. You chuckled from the other side.

“Harrison it’s three in the morning. Can we talk tomorrow? I’ll text you I promise.” He can hear the small smile in your voice, the one he’d learned to adore at the age of 14. The one he didn’t stop loving in 8 years, even after not having seen it for three of them.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry” Harrisons tongue darted over his bottom lip. “Um. Before you go though, can I ask you something?” He chewed the inside of his cheek while waiting for a response, subconsciously fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

“Of course” You mumbled, the words slurred together slightly, the tiredness in your voice starting to take over once again.

“Why’d you pick up? I mean, if it’s so late then why even bother?” He was genuinely curious. If you had been asleep and we’re currently as tired as you sounded, why not wait until morning?

“Hazza” You laugh lightly, using the nickname you’d called him throughout school when he was doing something stupid. Tom was usually involved in those, “Made a promise long time ago” You yawned, shorter syllable words were lost in the slur of sleep in your voice. “Swore that if you ever needed me I’d be there Hazza. We don’t break promises. Night, Harrison”

“G’night” he muttered quietly as he hung up, your words echoing in his mind.

I can't get your smile out of my mind

I think about your eyes all the time

You're beautiful but you don't even try

Modesty is just so hard to find

In the morning, the only confirmation of the previous night’s events Harrison had was a text from you. A simple ‘hello, hope you slept well’ was at the top of his notifications. He contemplated waiting a little longer to text you but decided against it.

It was Harrison’s last couple of days in New York before him and Tom flew back to London. Every moment that he could spare was spent texting you.

The two of you talked about anything and everything, catching up on everything the two of you had missed since a few months after graduating from BRIT school. You told him about your recent auditions for West End, how you thought you did horrible on the first couple but the next ones were significantly better.

He thought hard to remember your voice, and how it’d sounded during school. Vivid memories came to him. Memories of you sat on his bed trying to type out a paper while music played from your computer. You hummed along with the melody, Harrison was sure you didn’t notice it, not even when you mumbled the words to the chorus. They were quiet but Harrison could hear them clearly, in those moments he couldn’t care less that you weren’t supposed to be on this side of the dormitories, didn’t care that both of you could get in a lot of trouble. Because it was you. Trying to sing every part to La Vie Boheme at half past 11, your essay receiving little attention.

Every time you replied to one of his jokes or a story he’d just told, Harrison tried to picture your smile and laugh. Though it was hard to tell if it’d be the laugh that made your eyes squint and crease at the edges, or the one that made almost no noise, the same one that would make your whole upper body shake for a second until immediately followed by a snarky remark.

Harrison boarded the plane, quickly letting you know that he was about to take off. Just as he was about to turn it onto airplane mode you replied, telling him to text you when he lands. Harrison didn’t know he was smiling, but Tom did.

��So when are you gonna tell me ‘bout whoever it is you’ve been texting?”

Now I'm speechless, over the edge

I'm just breathless

I never thought that I'd catch this love bug again

Hopeless, head over heels in the moment

I never thought that I'd get hit by this love bug again

“Why don’t you come over or something? If you’re not too busy of course. You’ve been back for a month and we have yet to see each other” The two of you were on the phone, the fifth call that week, you were definitely racking up minutes.

“Can we go out for dinner instead possibly?” Harrison asked, immediately backtracking when he realized how it may sound “It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you at your flat it’s just-” Harrison stopped, he couldn’t go back now, he’d already said too much to continue pretending he hasn’t been dying to take you on a date for the past six years; too much to pretend he hasn’t had a crush on you for the past eight.

“Harrison it’s fine. I’d love to actually” You spoke before he could continue his sentence, he let out his breath in relief.

“Great. That’s uh. That’s perfect” Harrison stutters out, tripping over his words. His mind was running a mile a minute, already overthinking. Is this a date? Where were you two going to go? What was he going to wear? What if everything goes horribly wrong? And then your voice comes through the phone, and it’s like the hurricane clears, the waves calm down, and everything’s okay again.

“Good” You whisper breathily.

“Good” Harrison whispers back. He doesn’t know why he’s whispering, but you did, so he did in return. He bites his lip to hold back a smile, not that you could see it anyways.

“It’s a date then”

He smiles wide, his teeth no longer able to hold back his lip as his heart starts racing and continues to even once you’ve hung up.

Kissed her for the first time yesterday

Everything I wished that it would be

Suddenly I forgot how to speak

Hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?

Harrison stepped precariously towards your door. His heart was pounding, it’d be the first time he’s seen you since he was seventeen. He wondered how much you’d changed, maybe you’d changed your hair colour, maybe your style changed. Did you still laugh hard enough that soda nearly went up your nose? Could he still make you laugh that hard?

Harrison shakes the thoughts from his head. Even if you’d changed, that doesn’t matter, he has too. Change is inevitable. He’s sure, absolutely certain, that he’d still love you just the same.

Harrison smooths out his shirt and straightens his jacket. He looks over himself and pulls out his phone, using the front camera as a mirror just to check his hair one last time, as if he hadn’t checked five times before he left, and twenty more in the rearview mirror in his car.

He places his phone back into his pocket and knocks on your door, two small knocks. When there’s no response he almost thinks it wasn’t loud enough, or maybe he had the wrong address or date. Before he can complete the thoughts, the door opens.

“Hi” You look up at him, it takes a moment but a smile breaks on your face. Harrison feels his heart jump. You look different, but it’s still you. Your hair is different than it was when you’d graduated, you look more tired, there spots on your face that he was sure weren’t there before.

But it’s you. And you’re beautiful as ever.

There’s a long moment of silence as the two of you take in the other's appearance before you speak up. “You look, um” You run a hand through your hair “You look really good, great actually” Your eyes find their way to his.

Harrison is sure his heart melts right there. Everything else about you has changed slightly since you’d last seen each other, but your eyes stayed the same. Still playful, excitable, and happy. He can’t help but hope that part of it is because it’s him who’s standing in front of you.

“You do too” Harrison replies, “You’ve hardly changed,” He notices how you smile and immediately look down at your feet, hiding the small amount of heat that rose to your cheeks.

“I would say the same about you but the last time I saw you, you were a clumsy, lanky, mess. Much too tall for your own good and sporting almost a mushroom haircut” You look back up at Harrison to see him cringing, eliciting a laugh from you.

“Yeah clearly I’ve gotten better hair since then, and gotten used to my height” Harrison chuckles, he stuffs his hands in his pockets. There’s another moment of silence, Harrison wonders when the two of you had gotten so close together, merely inches apart now. He’s looking at you, admiring your features, still in shock that you’re in front of him. You’re looking at him, and memories are flooding back, like when he carried you back to your room after you fell. It wasn’t a bad injury, but he insisted.

Harrison notices that you’re biting your lip the slightest bit, then how your eyes flick down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

Before he knows it, his hands are on your waist, pulling you flush against him, yours are around his neck, toying with the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Your lips are moving together and it’s like the airs been sucked out of his lungs, replaced with you.

All he needs.

All he’s ever needed.

Harrison didn’t know what to expect this time; the first time your lips are actually pressed together. He’d known what it would’ve been like when he’d imagined kissing you when you were young, or at least he thought he did. He knew you’d taste like artificial strawberry from the gummies and your noses would’ve bumped together when you were sat on his floor at fifteen. You’d have tasted like coffee and you would’ve smiled into the kiss when you were sat on his bed at seventeen. But now, here, your hands in his hair and lips against his, he wonders why he didn’t kiss you sooner while simultaneously glad that he didn’t. Because this?

This is could not get any better.

This is perfect.

He pulls away, breathless, his hand stayed on your hips, eyes still closed.

“Thought the kiss was supposed to come after the date” You chuckle. Harrison opens his eyes to see your cheeks pink, lips too.

Harrison smiles, a laugh slipping through his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since we were 14, I think I’ve waited long enough”

“I was getting a little tired of waiting. Eight years is a long time to wait for someone to kiss you”

Now I'm speechless, over the edge

I'm just breathless

I never thought that I'd catch this love bug again

Now I'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment

I never thought that I'd get hit by this love bug again, (oh)

Lovebug again

haz:

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[xuxibelle]

Hey congrats, I'm proud of you and you're an amazing writer!! So to celebrate I wanna request an imagine with Harrisonxreader, where the reader is JK's assistant and helps Harrison dress up. Reader has a crush on him and jist some fluff stuff :)

Thanks Doll!! Hope you like it! <3

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 2,123

Warnings: Fluff

Requested: yes

Summary: Y/N is in school for fashion design and one of her professors has a designer friend that is willing to take her on as an assistant… What happens when she does her first fitting?

You’d started your internship with Joshua Kane just a week ago, but you felt like you had already learned so much. You were in school for fashion design, thankfully this being your last semester. When one of your professor’s told you that they knew of an amazing designer that would take you on as an assistant as a favor to them, you were ecstatic… but when you arrived at the address and realized who it was, you were in disbelief. Once you spoke with JK and made sure you were in fact in the right place, you rambled on about how grateful you were and how you would do your best. That had been just over a week ago… tonight, he had asked you to stay late to help with a special fitting for a few people coming in after hours. Sat on a bench quietly in the middle of the shop after the doors were locked, you waited quietly for JK and his friends to walk back in the room.

“Okay, so, tonight we are fitting these lovely people,” JK said as he came to stop in front of the mirror in front of you. Next to him were two guys and a girl. “Y/N, you’ll be working with me and the two guys while Chloe focuses on our lady here,” he smiles. “Let’s get to work.” Everyone begins to move around like they know where they are going. You just follow JK until he stops. “Alright, let’s see,” he says as he looks between the suits he has hanging on the rack beside him and the guys. He lifts a red and black colored suit off the rack and holds it up to the guy in front of you as he tilts his head. He shifts and holds it up to the other guy and nods. “This we will put on you,” he says as he lays the suit on the table beside him, turning back to look at the others left on the rack. He turns his head and looks over the second guy again before turning back to the rack and lifting a grey and white striped suit off the rack and held it up to the second guy, nodding his head quickly. “This one is definitely yours,” he smiles. He hands you the suit and your eyes widen as you take it from him. “What?” he laughs. “You know what you’re doing… It’s just a fitting… It’s not like I’m asking you to make it from scratch, Y/N,” he laughs again as he pats you on the back.

“I just don’t want to mess up your design,” you say quietly as he shakes his head. He rests his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you.

“Take a breath,” JK tells you and you listen as you let it out slowly. “This is the easy stuff, okay?” You nod your head in return. “Okay… now, Y/N, this is Harrison. Harrison, this is Y/N. She’s my new assistant for a while,” JK tells him before he walks away to begin his work on the other suit. You smile awkwardly at the guy in front of you.

“Yea, this isn’t awkward at all,” you say quietly as you look at your feet. You look up as you hear Harrison laugh.

“No need for things to be awkward. Just treat me like you would one of your friends. I’m just another person like anyone else,” he tells you. “And don’t worry about messing up JK’s stuff… it’s impossible to do,” he tells you with a wink. You feel your face slightly flush as you turn to separate the suit. You hand Harrison the pants so he can go change into them while you get the other things ready. When he returns, you turn around to see the length is just a little too long and giggle. “What’s so funny,” he half laughs.

“Just that the pants are too long,” you say. “Reminds me of when I would borrow my best friend’s clothes back home when I would spend the night with her. She was taller than me and my feet would always be covered by the pants legs,” you explain as he watches you with a smile. You motion for him to step on the stool. When he’s situated, you cut off the excess fabric, leaving enough for the pants to be hemmed at the right length. “That’s better. You can step down now,” you tell him. As he goes to step down, one of his feet slips. Your hands instinctively fly out to help him not fall, landing on his waist while his grab onto your shoulders as he looks down at you.

“Uh… sorry. My fault,” he says as he takes a step back.

“It’s ok. The floor can be quite slippery in here without shoes on,” you tell him with a smile. You hand him the suit jacket and he slips it on. You pull the front closed and button it across his chest before you smooth down the fabric. You feel your heartbeat pick up just a little as your hand is smoothing the fabric. You remind yourself to stay calm and take a breath before you begin to take measurements and make sure everything fits properly. One arm needs to be slightly shortened, so you make notations on where it needs to be before you have Harrison slip the jacket off. Just as you’re laying the jacket down, JK walks up to check on things.

“How are things?” JK asks you.

“Good. just about done, I think,” you tell him. “One sleeve needs to be adjusted on the jacket and the legs need to be hemmed. Everything else is good to go,” you smile. He nods his head and returns your smile.

“Told you it was nothing to worry about,” he half laughs before he walks away. It would be another week before you see Harrison again, when he and the other two come in for the final fitting. You were all again separated into your pairs.

“How’ve you been?” Harrison asked you when he returned from changing into the suit pants.

“Good,” you smile at him. “You?”

“Alright,” he says with a shrug. “JK not working you to death?” he half laughs, making you smile.

“No,” you giggle. “I mean, don’t get me wrong… There have been times where things have been so busy that I thought I was gonna lose my mind… but I would rather have it that was as opposed to sitting here doing nothing. I’ve learned so much from him. I’m gonna be sad to leave next week. Everyone’s so nice here,” you tell him.

“Y/N! Give him a shirt and tie for the suit as well,” you hear JK call from across the room as you glance over at him and nod. You look at the suit and up at Harrison before you walk away to get a shirt and tie for him. A few seconds later, you step back in front of Harrison and hand him a light pink and white striped shirt with a slightly darker pink tie.

“You’re not opposed to pink are you?” you ask with a grin.

“Of course not. As long as it goes with the suit,” Harrison returns your grin before he reaches up to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on a chair next to him. You quickly avert your eyes once you see his bare chest and feel your face begin to flush, biting your lip. Harrison noticed the blush on your cheeks as he reached to take the shirt from you, making him hold in a laugh.

“You okay?” he asked quietly before you nod. After slipping the shirt on, he takes the tie from you and puts it around his neck. “You think you could help me with this. I’m not so great with ties,” he admits.

“Sure,” you say quietly as you turn around to tie the tie for him, stopping as you reach to take hold of the tie, your eyes widening slightly. “Why would anyone tie a tie if the shirt isn’t even buttoned yet?” you ask as you look at the floor.

“I don’t know… I was just testing a theory,” he slightly laughs.

“A theory?” you question him as he nods. “And what is that?”

“That I make you nervous,” he tells you as he watches your face flush again. You swallow thickly as you try to gather your thoughts.

“Well, uh… I’m not really used to standing in front of a guy without a shirt on,” you offer.

“We both know that’s a lie… You’ve been working with JK for over 2 weeks and you’re in school for fashion design so we know you’ve been in front of plenty,” Harrison corrects you as he takes a step closer to you, making you take a quick breath in. “See? It’s me… Why do I make you nervous?” he asks you quietly so no one else hears you talking. You shake your head.

“I-i… I’m not sure,” you say just as quietly.

“There’s no reason to be scared of me…” he tells you as you nod your head.

“I know that,” you say as you glance up at him. “It’s not that I’m scared really…”

“What is it then?” he asks softly.

“Can you fix your shirt first,” you ask making him slightly laugh before he buttons the shirt up. You reach up and help him with the tie like you were doing to begin with before you started to speak again. “I’m just not used to… being in the company of someone… like you… and having that person… show interest in me,” you admit, keeping your attention on fixing the tie. You feel his hands lay over yours and stop your motions, making you close your eyes.

“Look at me?” he asks you.

“Why?” you ask, eyes still closed.

“Please?” he begs you. You take a breath before you open your eyes and look up at him. He rests a hand against your face, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “I’m just another person, like you. There’s nothing that makes me any different from anyone in this room… except for the fact that I really like you,” Harrison tells you as he watches you eyebrows furrow.

“Me? You like me?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yes,” he laughs. “You… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first night I came here for that fitting. I wasn’t sure you would be here when I came back. Thankfully, you were so that I could tell you. I had planned on asking you if you would go to dinner with me after we were done and tell you then, but then this happened so now you know… But we can still go to dinner... if you want to go with me, that is,” Harrison rambles. You bite your lip as you smile at him being the nervous one and hold back a giggle.

“Of course,” you say with a smile. “I would love to go to dinner with you.”

“Yea?” he asks excitedly. You nod your head with a smile.

“How are things over here?” JK asks walking up behind Harrison.

“All good. All that’s left is for Harrison to put on the jacket,” you tell JK before he turns around to get the jacket and hand it to Harrison, having him slip it on. You smooth down the front of the jacket after Harrison buttons it, making sure all the measurements came out right. You nod your head as you look at JK and h gives you a smile.

“He looks great! Amazing job, Y/N,” JK tells you with a smile. “Also, I see my plan worked.”

“Excuse me, what?” you ask before he walks away.

“I paired you off with Harrison because I know you’re perfect for each other. I knew you’d hit it off quickly and obviously I was right, so whenever he gets changed out of my suit, you are free to go,” JK says with a wink.

“Well then,” Harrison says as he turns to look at you, eyes still wide and mouth slightly hanging open. “Close your mouth, love, you’re gonna catch flies,” he laughed.

“Did you know about this?” you ask as you turn to Harrison.

“Absolutely not,” Harrison tells you. “I would have mentioned something about it.”

“He’s crazy,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“True, but he’s a genius as well,” Harrison laughs. “So, how about that dinner?”

“You need to change first,” you remind him.

“Back in a flash,” he tells you with a smile. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Deadline (Part 1)

TOMXREADER & HARRISONXREADER 

(1,525 words)  Warning: Swearing?, Thrist (later), Tom and Haz are hardly in this part but stay tuned for more of their love story!

A/N: So before you COME FOR ME yes this idea came from the app Choices, that game has taken so much of my money its time I get payback. Yes Haz and Tom are both gonna be in the series, and the rest of the boys are thrown around as well, If I fuck with their sexuality (*cough* Harry) please just go with it. Love Y'all ENJOY! Again this BEAUTIFUL board is by @kingquackdaddy wuv u!

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The metal of the ramp creaked as you boarded the ship. The cruise would take you all throughout Europe, your wealthy grandmother had passed a month before, her last wish was you your sister and brother all get-together. Of course, she couldn't send you to her beach house oh no she had to send you on a cruise to Europe with your siblings. Walking the top deck your eyes meet a very familiar set the features, familiar because they were your own. Standing taking pictures with the ocean with your twin sister Veronica. Her smile widened as she saw you, putting down her camera she ran into your arms. "Oh Y/N, it’s so good to see you." Smiling brightly, you embrace your sister mentally thanking your grandmother for bringing you together. A strong hand meets the small of your back as you turn to meet your brother’s bright blue eyes. "Graham" you squeal jumping into your brother’s warm embrace. "Can you believe gran?" he says in awe of the ocean. "Not really" you smirk as your sister hugs her brother. "I can't wait to get some serious sun on this vacation,” Veronica says pulling you into the shoot. Taking a selfie, Graham offers to buy you and her a drink to catch up. “We have four months to catch up” she air quotes “I wanna go to the front and wave a scarf to the people,” she says scurrying off “Shall we,” he asks walking in the direction of the main deck “Sure” you agree, catching up with him.

Sitting with your legs crossed Graham waves the bartender over, the boy was scrawny with short curls. “What can I get you?” he asks “I’ll have a Cosmo” you politely ask nodding he sets off to make your drinks “So Veronica was too full of herself to ask so I will. Where is he?” tucking your hair behind your ear you shyly look over at your older brother, giving you a soft smile you swallow the lump in your throat. The “he” Graham was referring to was Andrew Gilroy your fiancé or should you say EX-fiancé. “He slept with his receptionist,” you say quietly as the bartender brings you your drink back. Slurping it down “That little asshole” Graham says a little too loud causing the boy to almost spill a drink “Oh sorry” he looks at the nametag “Harry” throwing the boy a ten he looks back to you “You left right?” Graham asks placing a comforting hand on your shoulder “Yeah I got out of there” you assure him as he kisses your cheek “you okay” nodding slowly you see Veronica out of the corner of your eye “What’s with the pout fest” she asks waving over the barman “Andrew cheated on Y/n” “That little asshole” she quips as Harry walks back over “Hmm, your cute enough” she says “I’ll give you five bucks to pose for a picture” she says holding a five between her fingers “Lose the apron” she says as he takes the small bill. “What are you doing?” you ask as Harry hops over the bar “Andy still follows me on Instagram, it is now my personal mission to make him a little jealous” she giggles unbuttoning Harrys top three buttons showing a little chest. Getting in close she snaps a few pictures posting the best one with the caption “Off to a good start”

After a long day of selfies and fireworks, you finally made your way to your bedroom. Getting undresses, you wash your face ready for bed.  Lying in the silk sheets you sigh into your pillow, feeling your eyelids grow heavy you give in and slip into a deep dreamless sleep.

Someone grabbing at your hair tie startles you ”Wear your hair down it suits you better” Veronica says sitting to breakfast “So when’s the suit gonna be here with the will” she asks grabbing a mimosa off a waiter’s tray. “He should be here any minute,” Graham says sipping his drink. “How are you feeling today Y/n?” he asks seeing as you’ve been quite quiet during the meal “Look, Gray, she’s not suicidal. Her fiancé cheated, look at her. Look at me, he’s not gonna find anyone like her ever again. You shouldn’t feel bad Y/n, you deserve so much better than that guy” she snaps. Grabbing her hand, you mouth a thank you as a tall man in a suit strides up to the table. “Hello. I’m  Mister Hudson, your grandmother's lawyer. I’ll be handling the will” he says asking for permission to sit.

“This is the official reading of Pamela Y/l/N’s last will and testament” Mr. Hudson begins opening a blue folder taking out three envelopes one blue, one pink, and one green along with a sheet of white paper with your grandmother’s signature on the bottom. “ready?” he asks nodding eagerly your sister grabs your hand under the table. “To my darling grandchildren Graham, Veronica, and Y/n, I leave each with a sum total of one million dollars.” Squealing in excitement “Gran was fucking loaded” Veronica shouts causing other patrons around you to stare “on the condition that they complete each task that I have assigned them, see envelopes” immediately growing frustrated “Of course” she says as Mr. Hudson hands out the envelope, handing you the blue, Graham the green, and Veronica the pink. “and now for individual inheritance, To Graham being the oldest comes with many responsibilities I leave you Cherrywood manor and my all the content, unless specified.” Mr. Hudson says handing Graham another envelope “To my sweet Veronica, I give you the contents of my closet, the keys to my car, my spot at the country club, and my prize horse Pegasus” gasping in awe Veronica wiggles around in her chair “it’s not a mansion but…” Graham jokes sipping on his drink “and to Y/n, my beautiful bride I give you the beach house, and my the spot of CEO of fashion company as well as all my shares.” Your breath comes out shaky as Mr. Hudson closes the folder “The whole company?” you ask holding your head in your hands “Yes Pamela thought that it would help you with the new family you and your husband will start” before you can protest he cuts you off “Now all the transfers will happen after the four-month cruise and each of you have completed your tasks” Mr. Hudson reads from the will “Failing to complete your tasks will cause your inheritance to be split between your other siblings. And this last little part is some advice from your grandma. My sweet grandchildren each of you have been given things that if used correctly can make you a lot of money. Complete your tasks and most importantly have fun.” Putting away the will Mr. Hudson stands “I will be on the cruise with you and I will monitor your performance of the tasks. Thank you for your time. If you have any questions I’m in room five o two” smiling her walks off loosening his tie. “Open them together,” Graham says grabbing his green envelope “On three, one,” Veronica says “Two,” you say “Three” Graham says as you all tear into your envelopes. Scanning the words your heart drops “oh no”

Y/n, your task is simple, at the end of your trip a beautiful wedding is set up at port. Get married and have an amazing time my love. Try and keep your sister in line will you please. Grandma Pam

“This can’t be happening” Veronica yells “What?” Graham asks folding his letter and stuffing it nervously in his pocket “Dear Veronica, you have always taken after me in the best ways but also in the worst, I learned at your age to value a good job. I have pulled some strings and gotten you a job in the kitchens. Keep this job for the whole cruise and your inheritance is yours. Love Grandma Pam” Veronica scoffs placing the letter on the table. “what do you guys have to do?” she asks gulping down another drink “Y/n?” Graham asks placing a hand on your arm “I’ve…I’ve got to get married” you breathe as Veronica scoffs “easy…oh, wait. Y/n” she gasps “well figure something out there has to be an Andy being an asshole clause or something,” Graham says “There is!” Veronica says holding your letter “It says Get married and have an amazing time. She never said anything about…” “Andrew!” Graham says happily “What do you have to do?” You ask trying to forget about your problem for on minute, Graham blushes “Well come on tell us” your sister backs you up “well” he starts getting really red “It starts with me…coming out” a smile spread across your face “Oh Gray” you coo as he blushes harder. “I’m so proud of you” Veronica says pushing her chairs back into a man causing him to trip and fall. Cold liquid soaks your sundress as the man stutters an apology. “Great” looking up, your eyes meet those of a muscular man with big brown eyes and chestnut curls “I am so sorry, I’ll buy you a new dress,” he says grabbing napkins.

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The Zolomon Doppelganger

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader

Inspiration: Season 2, Episode 13 - Welcome To Earth-2

Warnings: None.

Summary: You check out Harry's office on Earth-2 with Barry and Cisco. Only problem is that you come face-to-face with your doppleganger and things do not go according to plan!

The technology, the people, the advancement, the huge facility – the Earth-2 visitors were completely taken by STAR Labs. Harrison led you all through a series of doors to avoid attention and eventually made it to his office where, once again, the team was mesmerized.

While Harry disappeared to quickly check on his electrical grid, Cisco and Barry couldn’t help but touch his many awards and books while you jumped for his desk and claimed the CEO chair as your own. As you swivelled in his chair and ransacked his desk, you found his black-framed glasses and put them on.

Earth-2 lenses didn’t work on Earth-1 eyes, so you pulled the glasses down to the bridge of your nose and raised an eyebrow at Cisco.

“Mr. Ramon, you are hereby relieved of your duties to STAR Labs.” You glowered.

Barry chuckled at you and Cisco placed his hand over his heart in a melodramatic way and gasped. Harry returned and squinted at the scene before him - with the rate you were taking his things, it wouldn’t be long before you’d find his hidden closet.

Turning your attention to the man clad in black, you pointed your index finger at him.

“Harrison Wells, I have no nice way to say this but… you’re fired.”

Harrison stared at you blankly for a few seconds then completely pretended as if you didn’t say a word. He walked over and you pushed the glasses back and rolled your eyes.

“Come on. Humour me.” You chuckled as he walked behind your chair to reach for the television.

 “No.” Harrison said bluntly and switched the screen on to play the news.

You swivelled around and watched the coverage of Central City’s situation and how Zoom’s attack were growing to become more violent with increased numbers of casualties. It was sad to think that Barry was considering to close the breaches to this Earth and leaving these people to fend for themselves. But you promised that it wasn’t going to happen on your account.

While the four of you formulated a plan to track Zoom and find his hidden lair, the doors to Harrison’s office opened and ‘you’ walked in.

 It wasn’t the Earth-1 (Y/n) they knew and loved but your Earth-2 counterpart.

Cisco and Barry’s mouth flew open while you stared at your mirror image. Almost everything about the second ‘you’ was the same – the hair, the stride – it was frightening.

“Oh, this one’s yours!” Cisco whispered with excitement as he pulled out the liquorice from his mouth. You could barely let out a squeak as your mind registered the how surreal the situation was.

Earth-2 (Y/n) had their nose buried in some documents and barely registered the additional presence of the visitors in the room.

 “Dr. Wells, while I’m glad that you’re back – you’re behind in several projects that are due in the next month.” The doppelganger said as they flipped through a few papers. Going by the professional appearance, you could wander a guess that you were Harry’s assistant here.

Harry looked at the Earth-2 version and then at you to observe your reaction, something that didn’t disappoint. Smiling with amusement, he turned back to the version of (Y/n) that he knew from this Earth and sighed gently. 

“Listen, I can’t deal with those right now.” He replied. With the dilemma of saving Jesse on his mind, office work was not a priority. 

“You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter, Dr. Wells.”

You frowned at your doppelganger and leaned forward in the chair. “The man just said he couldn’t do it. Calm down.” You advised. 

Finally, your doppelganger looked up and glared at the person seated on the chair. Had you not been wearing Harry’s glasses and black cap, your cover would have been blown. 

“And who are you?” ‘(Y/n)’ asked. 

“(Y/n) Allen.” You answered, careful to bend your name slightly and stealing Barry’s surname – just in case. 

“Allen?” The doppelganger scoffed and placed a free hand on their hip. “What, are you related to that dork of a CSI and his uptight wife?” 

You couldn’t believe how rude you were to yourself – a complex sentence in itself. 

How Harry put up with ‘you’ was beyond you!

Folding your arms, you glared with a ferocity that meant business. You wanted to shoot this arrogant (Y/n) down but you didn’t want to ruin Harry’s relationship with his assistant or reveal that you were from the breach and cause more complications. 

“There’s nothing wrong with the dorky CSI. Why so judgy?” You asked, voice heavy with sass. 

Earth-2 (Y/n) chuckled and tossed their hair behind a shoulder. “I don’t associate myself with a family like that.” The doppelganger stated. “I’m more of a Zolomon.” 

“(Y/n) Zolomon? That sounds like a recipe for evil.” Cisco stated. ‘(Y/n)’ turned to him, face screaming annoyance. They lifted a finger at the young man and pointed towards him. 

“Don’t talk to me.”

This was all becoming too much and you took a stand, taking note of Harry’s suppressed sigh. 

“Don’t take that tone with him.” You defended, taking a step towards your doppelganger, who also did the same. Both (Y/n)’s challenged one another with hateful stares and ignored the other people in the room until ‘(Y/n)’ let out a chilling laugh. 

“I heard about your mother’s brush with death at the hands of Zoom and it’s any wonder why she was spared. Maybe if the Flash hadn’t got there in time, you would learn some respect.” 

Barry was like family to you. This past year, you stuck with him and helped him defeat the Reverse Flash knowing how much he loved his mother and what Nora meant to him. 

Your doppelganger taking a jab at someone you cared about was what threw you over breaking point You lunged forward, arms clawing for the doppelganger but instead of landing any blows, Harry stood in the way and held you back firmly. 

“(Y/n), stop it.” He instructed but you continued to struggle.

Barry was agitated with what your doppelganger had said but he forced himself to remain calm. Thankful that he had Cisco by his side for support. 

You, on the other hand, were furious beyond recompense. You wouldn’t stop clawing for ‘(Y/n)’ and you were starting to accidentally bruise Harry. 

The STAR Labs creator glanced back at his assistant and frowned. “Leave, right now.” He instructed. 

‘(Y/n)’ nodded with an amused smiled and left the papers on the armchair by the door. 

“Don’t forget to sign these, Dr. Wells.” They reminded and left, sending a smug smirk Barry and Cisco’s way. 

With the doppelganger gone, one would think that you had calmed down but you were still on an emotional high, wanting to hunt the doppelganger down and throw them into a cell. 

“(Y/n)!” He called loudly, grabbing your attention and forcing you to a stop. “They’re gone.” 

You stopped moving and pulled yourself from the man’s grip. Your feelings were slowly calming down but your mind remained unsettled. Walking around the table, you stood in the middle of the room and took off the hat. 

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” You apologised, pulling off the glasses and raking you fingers through your hair. Your body was still shaking and Harry was genuinely concerned. “I need air.” 

Barry called out for his friend but you refused to stay and saw your way out of the office. You didn’t want to talk about what happened nor did you want to hear their voices of sympathy. This was something you needed to sort out by yourself.

It had been 20 minutes since that heated conversation occurred and it was clear that you weren’t coming back anytime soon. Instead of wasting more time, Harry did the one thing that was gnawing at the back of his mind. 

Pressing a button on his phone, he placed the call on speaker-phone so the whole team could hear it. There were a few short rings before the call was picked up. 

“Yes, Dr. Wells? Would you like security to escort your guests out or would you rather avoid the court case?” Your doppelganger answered righteously.   

“(Y/n),” Harrison began, taking note of the how different both of them were. “I’m letting you go.” 

“Is this because the Allen-trash said so?” ‘(Y/n)’ asked over the speaker. 

“I think you know the answer to that.” He replied. There was a pause on the other end and a soft sigh of acceptance. 

“It doesn’t matter. This place was a hell-hole anyway. I thought you could do better than a breacher, Dr. Wells.” They said bitterly and Harrison wondered why he never got rid of them before. 

“(Y/n) is better, Zolomon. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”

Just as Harrison delivered his proclamation of affection, you – the real you – showed up in the doorway with a bruised temple and bleeding lip. You stormed over to where Harrison was seated and leaned over his shoulder as you pulled the phone closer. 

“Where the hell is Zoom keeping Jesse?” You demanded into the speaker, taking the team by surprise. Harrison looked at you with a frown but you held up your finger to silence the question he was about to ask. ‘(Y/n)’ chuckled on the other end, as if they found the whole situation hilarious. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

You pushed the phone backwards, angrily and stood up straight. You paced the floor and racked your brains for a way to find Jesse, completely forgetting that you had some explaining to do to the confused faces. 

Barry looked at Cisco, who sheepishly raised his hand in the air. 

“Okay, I’m going to just say it but, what was that about?” Cisco asked. You fussed with your hands and continued to pace as you explained. 

“I went to confront my doppelganger and they jumped me.” You said and glanced over to Cisco and Barry quickly. “Also, Zolomon family? Not good people.” 

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Timeless Wells - Oneshot (Flash)

There’s a part of you that’s always been very keen to detail. 

When the red streaked speedster showed up, just like the rest of Team Flash you wanted to stop him. Barry lost so much, you felt like you owed him at least a sense of closure. Especially since he was risking his life for the people of Central City. 

So you worked hard. 

When the villain was finally caught, you thought that was it. But the entire case still bothered you. 

That’s why you went back to work. 

Standing in the lab that day, you ran through the logs one more time. Just to make sure. 

The vibrating figure stood before you as he usually did. Yet, there was something wrong. 

Typing vigorously on the computer, you were trying to make sense of it. 

But it didn’t make sense. 

You stared ahead, and when you clicked the button, the figure disappeared. 

You were frozen, because it must have been a lie. 

“Someone tampered with it..” 

It couldn’t have been just anyone either. 

“It seems I’ve been made.” 

You turned slowly, the sight of Dr. Harrison Wells standing right behind you was the last thing you thought you would see. He was looking at you. 

Smiling. 

“Dr. Wells…” 

He shook his head with a laugh. In a second, your feet were dangling off the floor as he held you by the throat. You gasped, clawing at his arm. 

“The name’s Thawne. Eobard Thawne.” 

You couldn’t think, couldn’t truly breathe at the moment. When he lifted his free hand, you sobbed. 

“I really am sorry about this.” 

There was no sincerity in those words. 

The vibrations of his right hand is the first thing you process. You prepare for it. The inevitable death. He moves in a slow fashion, like a taunt and you close your eyes, but you don’t feel any connection. You do hear him grunt, and you force your eyes open. He’s struggling against someone’s hold. Your eyes track the person, and to your surprise, he’s wearing the exact face as Eobard. 

“I’m not going to let you hurt her.” 

Eobard pulls back, releasing you. 

The new Harrison Wells supports your weight the second you drop and you clutch onto him. If anything you should probably be screaming. 

Running away. 

The only logical thing your brain processes is that this version of Wells just saved your life. 

“Are you alright?” 

His voice is soft as he balances your weight, helping you to stand. You look up at him shakily, nodding. 

“Who are you..” Eobard looks confused, maybe even scared. 

“I suppose you’ll never know.” 

His snarky response causes Eobard to snarl. He rushes forward and you jolt, grabbing at Harrison in a panic who merely snaps his fingers and you’re both now in a living room. 

You’re disoriented, looking around in shock. 

“W-Where did he go!?” 

You’re terrified that he’ll appear to finish the job. 

Harrison takes you by the shoulder. 

“You’re safe, trust me.” 

The last thing you should be doing is trusting anyone with that face but he’d literally just saved your life. You’re still somewhat hyperventilating. Harrison breaths slowly, urging you to do the same. 

In and out. 

It takes a moment, but your breaths finally steady. He smiles when he sees you become somewhat calm considering the circumstances. 

Now that you’re breathing at a fairly normal rhythm, you swallow. 

“Who..are you?” 

You feel as though you have to ask. Because the person you’d been working for turned out to be some psychotic killer. 

“I’m Harrison Wells.” 

“How is that possible? I-I know Harrison Wells. I’ve been working with him for about a decade. How is he…how did that man..t-that monster..” 

Harrison shakes his head. 

“That explanation would take longer than we have. All you need to know is that man is an imposter. You need to warn your friends immediately. Barry will stop him. He has his team. He has you.” 

You’re still trying to grasp it all. But the most glaring question is possibly..

“Why? Why did you save me?” 

His smile is easy, almost comforting. 

“I can’t say for sure why. With all that’s happened, so much as changed in the timeline. All I know right now is that you’re someone that I care deeply about in life. Even though so much has changed, you and I are..we’re something to each other.”

Just from his expression, you feel as though you’ll believe anything right now. 

“I’m sorry to say this, but we’re out of time. I have to go. I need to take you to Barry.” 

He looks like he’s about to do that, but you grab his hand. He pauses. 

“We’re not going to remember each other..are we?” 

His smile is solemn. 

“No. The universe needs balance. I was only supposed to save you. The rest is going to come after. If we really are destined to meet again, then I’ll find you. I can feel it.” 

You’d like to say it’s crazy. This whole thing is. But you feel it. That pull that he’s describing. To be with him, near him. You finally loosen your hold, and this time he holds both your hands in his. You take a step forward, and he’s a bit surprised when you leave a kiss on his cheek. Pulling back, you smile. 

“Thank you for saving me OG Wells.” 

He grins at the nickname. 

“Anytime.” 

With a wink, both your bodies fade out in a break of green sparks. 

~Ten Years Later~

“Barry!! I can’t find it!” 

“It’s in the back.” 

You frown from your spot, digging through your tools. 

“Just my luck. I take a two year vacation and when I come back all my stuff is scattered. For the fastest guy alive you sure are lousy at returning people’s belongings!” 

You’re still grumbling from your bent position. When someone walks into the cortex, you just assume it’s Barry. You fully intend to release your wrath. 

“Barry you really should-” 

Your words halt when you’re upright at the man before you isn’t Barry. 

“Woah..” 

All you can do is stare at the Wells before you. 

Barry and the others filled you in on what had transpired in the last two years that you were gone, but this was still a lot to take in. 

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you. My name is Harrison Wells.” 

Technically he never really met you since you started working for him shortly after Eobard had already taken over his body. 

“Y-Yeah I know. I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” 

You hold out your hand from behind the desk and he smiles, moving over and taking it. 

You jolt at the rush of electricity that runs through your palm. Harrison looks down, just as startled. His eyes peer at you quizzically as he slowly pulls away. 

You’re both in a daze, clearly not noticing when Barry walks in. 

“Guys?” 

You finally process his presence. 

“I-I was just introducing myself to OG Wells.” 

Barry lifts a brow and you laugh nervously. 

“Well I mean, after all the ones we’ve met he is the original right? Right?” 

Harrison wears a smile. 

“OG Wells, I like it.” 

You return his smile, and Barry just stands there, obviously picking up on the vibe. 

Right about now he wishes he had Cisco’s abilities so he could remove himself from this very awkward situation.

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Only harry and Harrison request

So I am gonna post some one shoots on here. If you want then you can ask for one. It can be any type 😊😊😊😊 and LGBTQ requests are accepted too.

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 22

An interesting evening indeed.

Harrison stops by some time around ten. Upon seeing your sleeping form on the couch, he smiles. He notices the way your cheeks are a bit swollen. Barry had shown up to his office in a similar state. He didn’t miss the slight redness under the scarlet speedster’s eyes. It appears you both were able to resolve the conflict. Because there was a lighter weight in Barry’s words when he bid his goodbyes. It’s fair to assume that you both had a full evening.

Harrison’s arms slip under your knees, the other supporting your back as he picks you up and heads to your bedroom. It’s clear you’re exhausted. He can’t really blame you. A lot has transpired in the last 24 hours. As he lays you on the bed and tucks you inside, taking a seat beside you. He brushes his hand along your cheeks. You shift a little, smiling.

“Harrison..”

It’s a sleepy mumble and he holds in a grin.

“How was I so blind before?”

Surely he must have been a complete idiot. With all that you went through he made it his priority to keep your needs at the forefront of his decisions so you could acquire all that you needed to live a long and happy life.

Maybe it made him ignorant to basic wants. You were always looking his way, so it felt normal to see your smile or that beautiful twinkle as you told him stories of how your week was going or what your friends got up to. Maybe he was just guarded as well. He’d lost his wife what felt like mere months ago. It has actually been years. The change in timelines and adjustment to universes was confusing. But he knew what it was like to lose someone cherished. So did you. You both have led very challenging lives that somehow led you to each other. If that wasn’t fate, he wasn’t sure what was.

“I promise..I’ll cherish you.

His hand was still soaking in the warmth that emitted from your skin. When you squinted slightly, he found himself pulling back.

“Harrison?”

You yawn, slowly sitting up.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

You shook your head.

“I-It’s okay I was already awake.”

That was clearly not the case. He enjoyed seeing this cute side of you.

“Did you have a good conversation with Barry?”

You nod.

“I did.”

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

You’re still wearing a smile, but you’re now shifting in the bed and he’s inclined to ask why.

“Something on your mind?”

There’s a lot on your mind.

“I was just thinking. If you want to..you could stay..”

The invitation is a bit of a surprise, you can tell by his expression. That slowly changes and when he slides his glasses off, you begin to contemplate if it was truly a good idea to tempt this man.

“What exactly would I be doing if I were to stay?”

“Well we could have another movie night.”

“The last one resulted in me attacking you. I’m not sure that is the best option. Unless..”

All you do is blink and you’re pinned to the bed. You stare up in shock.

“Is that what you were hoping for?”

You can’t deny it.

But you’re not going to admit it either.

Harrison leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your eyes close and you desperately await it. His touch. You crave it. His head turns, and now you’re both face to face. You can feel his breath so close. If you lean just an inch you can close the space.

Harrison smirks.

“I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/N).”

Your eyes shoot open, all you catch is a wink and he’s gone in a burst of green glowing particles.

You just gape.

He did that on purpose. 

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 26 - Final

It’s nice to have a break after the hectic days.

Now that you’re not under the influence of some weird supercharge of energy, you feel more at ease letting Harrison into your place. The second he sees you he smiles.

“Am I in danger of getting attacked?”

You flush.

“Please don’t tease me.”

He laughs and you close the door as you both drift to the living room to take a seat.

“If you keep saving my lab I may have to raise your paycheck.”

You smile as you relax against the couch.

“I’m just glad it all worked out. I swear having a quiet day is impossible in any universe.”

“You’re not wrong.” He agrees.

As the quiet settles you run through just how crazy your life has been. How far you’ve come. How much has changed. It felt like just yesterday you were jumping through a breach, looking for an escape, a purpose. You really hadn’t thought you’d make it this far.

Now you’re actually making a difference. Inventing tech, making friends, having a relationship. These weren’t things you thought you would accomplish. The months that you’ve been with Harrison have been the most challenging and rewarding. Harrison had suffered himself, but still found a way to extend his care, love. He’s been your saving grace, an angel in many ways.

Maybe that’s why when you picture him sometimes, you can almost imagine a halo.

He saved you in every sense of the word. He’d done it all selflessly and now you have a reason to live.

Avery, Evan.. and him.

You have a life again, one you’re very fortunate for.

Looking down at your lap, you fiddle with your fingers.

“Harrison.”

He turns, giving you his undivided attention.

“I know I’ve never said this but I..”

You swallow, finally looking up.

“I love you Harrison.”

He looks shocked at the confession and a part of you wants to bolt. Those words are never easy to say, more so for you. But it’s how you feel, so you see no reason not to be honest, especially with all that he’s done for you.

“I just thought you’d like to know.” You mumble.

You’re still shifting in your seat and when he moves closer and places his hand over yours, you finally look up. You’re a bit surprised, his gaze looks a bit teary.

“A-Are you crying?”

“No, my eyes are just sweating.”

You can’t help it, you giggle. He’s so adorably foolish. When he cups your cheeks, he presses his forehead against your own softly and you almost melt.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

You can’t help but smile.

“That’s lucky.”

He laughs, pulling back to place a kiss on your cheek. You welcome it, his tenderness, warmth, love. He was always there, even before you realized your feelings or he discovered his own. In some crazy way it feels like you both found each other. Above all else, you’re grateful.

You kiss him, much like you’d done before, many more times. It’s meant to be fleeting, but when you pull back for a breath, you can’t help but want more. So you lean in again, and he happily responds. Two..three soft kisses and he’s lowering you to the couch.

Your breathing has become a bit uneven, hands begging to feel him, pull him closer. He obliges, it’s hard not to. His hands part your thighs and your hands grip at his shoulder, desperate. At some point he’s tossed his glasses and your fingers easily slide into his hair. You give a soft tug and he hums, still trying to taste everything he can. He’s so close, there’s practically no space but you still want more, crave more.

You’re surrounded by his embrace and it’s heaven.

He is your home, your heaven.

One that you intend to hold onto.

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 25

At some point you’d passed out on the couch after running around the city. 

When you woke up you were disoriented. At first you were confused about everything, but after you took a shower and had a meal, the memories began slowly filtering back.

“Oh my gosh..”

There was a part of you that thought it was just a dream, but when you got in that morning, you saw Harrison and he flushed.

That’s when you knew.

He guided you to his office, the entire walk felt so terribly awkward. The minute you’re inside you apologize.

“I’m so sorry!!”

Harrison couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s alright. I should have been more cautious. I just assumed you would run out the energy build up from that strike.”

That is more rational. You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. For a moment, you gaze at him, because you remember everything. The desire in his eyes when you basically attacked him. Even though he had resisted, you still remember it. That heat.

Maybe he realizes that you’re thinking about it. Because there is a reflection of that look. You lower your eyes, stepping back.

“W-Well I should get back to work.”

Darting out of the room, Harrison watches with a smile.

“What am I going to do with you?”

~

When you return to work, Avery and Evan are interrogating you.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Let me see your charts. Those doctors are so laid back.” She’s ranting and you can’t help but smile and feel grateful that you have someone so invested in your safety.

“I’m fine. The company doctor checked me. I’m sure they pay the guy millions. He must be one of the best.”

She looks a little more at ease.

“Okay, that’s good.”

Evan smiles.

“You really had us worried.”

“I’ll be more careful from now on. I’m also sorry Avery. I couldn’t save your device.”

“Oh no worries, I’m completely accident prone so I have about three prototypes.” Evan laughs and so do you. Only she would look so confident while saying that.

“Besides I’d much rather have my friend over some machine. I can always replace that, but you’re irreplaceable.”

Her words are a bit of a surprise, and she blushes once she realizes.

“W-Well I’m sure you already know that!”

She’s laughing, clearly embarrassed and you have to say that it’s been so long since you’ve been so unapologetically happy. You reach over and hug her and those little ramblings of hers stop.

“Thank you.”

You almost feel like crying, Avery is definitely crying.

“I love you guys so much!!” She hugs back happily and Evan joins.

“Now you made her all emotional.” He chuckles. He runs a hand over the back of her head, and he sends you a soft look.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

He whispers. You smile, excited that you finally seem to have a family again.

~

The rest of the day passes with ease.

For once you’re the one leaving first. Avery is doing some adjustments to her prototype and Evan has stayed back to keep her company while he runs through a few notes of his own. She’s smiling the entire time, bobbing her head to a song. He watches, clearly distracted from his own work. He’s sitting fairly close.

“You’re in a good mood huh.”

She nods, still screwing in some bolts.

“Of course! My best friend is safe, my inventions are really coming along and I have a hot boyfriend.”

Obviously the last one was not supposed to be uttered aloud. She drops the tool, cheeks matching her fiery hair.

“You think I’m hot.” He smirks.

“Y-You’re aesthetically pleasing to the eyes!” She defends.

He has to say that he’s lucky. Had he not met you that day, he probably would have never spoken to Avery. The both of you have become pretty important people in his life and he is fortunate.

It’s nice to have people in his circle. This field was very competitive and he’d even lost a few friends when he was awarded the internship that budding scientists envied. His time at the start felt like a constant competition. It was exhausting, especially since he really loved being a scientist.

Yet, being with you and Avery, it’s never a competition. You all seem to learn from each other. You’re knowledgeable in so many fields yet you tend to stay out of the spotlight. You always help when he seems stuck on a task. Avery is encouraging in every sense of the word. She seems to have an optimistic view on everything and she works hard, even when she gets frustrated.

He’s more than lucky, he’s blessed.

He reaches over, taking her hand and the color seems to get brighter.

“I think between the both of us, you’re the most aesthetically pleasing.” He compliments.

His smile is easy, and when he leans in, Avery follows, sighing happily at the soft kiss.

Life was good, that’s for sure.

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 19

That night he’d taken you back to your apartment and left. 

He felt like he couldn’t look you in the eye. 

For the better part of the week, he’s careful to avoid running into you. He can’t face you, not yet. Not until he’s ready to confess what he’s done.

So he goes about his days as usual.

There’s a few times during that week that he catches a glimpse of you. He’s become pretty skilled at avoiding face to face interactions.

Maybe if he’d been more willing to deal with the problem he would have seen the expression you wore every time he evaded you.

~Star Labs~

“Hey (Y/N).”

You’re working in the lab and you don’t really respond to your name, not until Avery is right in front of you.

“Oh, hey.”

“Are you alright, you’ve been spacing out a lot. Yesterday you almost poured mayonnaise into your tea." Evan inputs.

“Sorry about that.”

You haven’t spoken to Harrison in what feels like ages and it’s starting to get to you. After the movie night you woke up in your room. Which you could only assume that he’d dropped you back.

A very sweet gesture.

You intended to see him the next day to plan another fun movie marathon, but it was like he disappeared. Since then you would catch brief looks, but the second he caught your stare he would look away. 

Confused and a little hurt, you were stuck with your thoughts. Maybe you’d done something that night? To your recollection nothing strange happened, so it made no sense for him to suddenly shut you out.

The longer you think about it the worse your mind seems to become.

“Hey guys I’m leaving early. I just remembered I have something to take care of.”

You can tell they are curious, but they don’t push. They both nod and you take off.

It’s time to confront the issue. You stroll over to his office with a new determination to get him to fess up.

It always felt so empowering when you decided to take a stand. The second you’re outside his office however, the doubt creeps in. You reach for the door, but stop halfway.

“Maybe I should stop by tomorrow, he might be busy.”

Another excuse.

“No! I’ve got to do this.”

You close your eyes, knocking on his door.

“Come in.”

From the sound, he’s alone. You step in quickly. Once inside you lock the door and Harrison finally looks up. You can see the way his body goes a bit rigid. The sight hurts. What exactly had you done to gain such a response to your presence?

You try to brush it off the best you can.

“Why are you suddenly acting all weird and distant? Did I do something?”

You’re done creating crazy scenarios.

“You didn’t do anything.”

He still refuses to look at you and it’s not helping to clear his case.

“You can’t even look at me anymore.”

Your tone is bitter, and he removes his glasses, running a hand through his hair as he stands.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Then explain it to me because I don’t understand!”

It feels almost wrong not to have him look at you with the warmth he’s always held.

It’s driving you crazy trying to read him. He finally looks up. If you expect something, it isn’t the heat that’s now visible in those usually playful eyes.

“You trust me.”

His statement confuses you, but when he begins to move closer, you find yourself stepping back. He’s right next to you now and your back is against the wall.

“I shouldn’t do anything to deter that trust..”

You’re distracted by the way he’s now somewhat looming over you.

“I..I don’t understand..”

Of course you don’t.

You’d been unconscious when he shamelessly attacked you.

“Please just tell me what’s wrong, tell me how to fix it.”

He should be the one pleading right now. Not you. For your forgiveness.

“You can’t, because you’re not the one who broke anything. It was me.”

You’re still puzzled.

“I don’t-”

“I kissed you.”

That stops you cold.

“You fell asleep when we were watching that movie and you fell onto my shoulder. I just..I just wanted to kiss you. I took advantage of you while you were vulnerable and in my care.”

He looks ashamed and you feel for him. It was an innocent kiss. Then he’d basically run like some criminal. You would have laughed at his innocence had it not been for the very defeated look on his face.

“We’re both adults, you didn’t have to turn tail and run. Harrison, you've been helping me for months now. It’s normal to be confused about feelings. You don’t have to punish yourself.”

There’s a part of you that’s been hoping for this development, but it’s clear he’s not ready to approach such a relationship and you aren’t ready to lose the person in your life that you care most about. You’re completely willing to set aside your feelings to help accommodate him.

“I’m not confused.”

There’s a sense of determination in his eyes.

“At the time I was. But I’m not confused, not anymore.”

You can hardly believe it, there’s a part of you that still questions it.

“Maybe my obligation to you has extended into an emotional outlet, that is possible. Despite that, how I feel about you, this isn't some need to hold onto you because I feel like I have to protect. It’s more than that. This isn’t transference.”

Now you’re the one who looks unsure.

“Are you saying that you-”

“Yes. I have feelings for you.”

It’s the only thing that makes sense to him. It’s been so long since he even considered love for obvious reasons. When he set out, the plan was just to turn you into a hero.

Now, circumstances have changed.

He’s still too close, and when his hand touches your cheek, it’s as though you’ve forgotten that you need to breathe. His stare has you completely paralyzed. No one has ever looked at you that way. Not since that time. Harrison leans in cautiously. You feel as though you should do something, say something, but nothing feels right at the moment. Not until his lips lay gently against your own.

It’s a tender fleeting touch that’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. Harrison pulls away fully. You don’t say a word, you’re not sure what’s the right thing to say. Your face falls and Harrison feels guilt from the action. Both this time and the one before.

“You shouldn’t have done that..” You mutter.

Harrison has an apology set and ready, but you grab him by the collar of his jacket and spin him around, pressing him into the door. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise when your lips press insistently to his. For a moment he thinks this is a daydream. His hands are raised awkwardly, and you show no signs of relenting. When he feels you nibble on his lower lip it’s like the breaking point. 

His hand slides around your waist as he pulls you closer. A cute little moan escapes your lips and the heat of the sound rushes right through his body. He vaguely feels your hand pulling at his tie, and it slides right out of the collar, dropping to the floor. You pull back and he gasps. You basically rip his shirt open, the buttons clattering to the floor. Your hands move to the expanse of his very defined torso and your lips have gravitated to his neck. You’re leaving kisses at every part that you can.

Harrison isn’t sure what course of action to take. All he knows is that it feels amazing. His head falls back on the door as you continue your maddening ministrations. At the back of his mind he knows he should put a stop to this. He’s at work. This is definitely breaking every code of ethics and he’s the boss!

“(Y/N)...w-we need to stop..”

He’s breathless. It takes a moment for him to finally gain enough control to halt this before it goes too far. His shaky hands move to your shoulders and he regrettably pushes you back just a bit.

You’re breathing is a bit staggered for obvious reasons and his isn’t much better.

He looks at you to explain, but there’s a haze of desire reflected right back at him and he gulps. You look as though you want to devour him right there and he groans, pulling you back in as his lips come crashing down on your own. You moan in approval and Harrison stumbles as you try to guide him away from the door.

“The..couch..”

You mumble in between kisses.

He nods, following your lead. His shirt is still hanging open, his tie is somewhere in the room.

Harrison drops onto the couch, and you fall right into his lap. You’re both sitting upright, and his hands pull your thighs in an attempt to get you closer. You feel everything. All of him.

Sliding off your lab coat, you drop it uninterested. Harrison’s hands have gravitated to your hair and when he gives a soft tug, you moan.

He parts, looking at you.

“You liked that..”

You nod, a bit desperate.

“Y-Yes, do it again.” You insist.

His mouth slants over yours and he gives another pull as his tongue slides past your lips. You hold onto him, fingers running over his bare chest. You love the feel of smooth skin, doubled with just the right amount of muscle. It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

The minute you reach for his belt buckle he’s almost dying with anticipation. The sheer fact that you’re initiating this is driving him wild. He’s never felt this out of control before.

As faith would have it, it became clear that trying to get it on in a work environment was not the best choice.

You hear the sound of feet skating before you fully see who it is.

“Harrison I just wanted to check in on-”

Barry’s voice startles you both and you basically jump right out of Harrison’s lap.

Barry is standing there gaping and you clutch your blouse that you hadn’t even realized came undone.

“B-Barry!”

Harrison’s appearance leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is tousled, shirt open, jacket hanging off on one side. There’s a few faint marks along his neck. Barry turns around, somewhat mortified.

Harrison scrambles to his feet and you both look between each other.

It seems the jump to reality has cleared the fog of arousal on both sides.

Right about now you would very much like to evaporate. 

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Timeless Wells (Flash) Soldier- Chapter 24

It was a given that you would have the day off.

Harrison insisted on driving you home. It was sweet, his need to stick to you.

You opened the door to your apartment, a sigh of relief escaping. It was exactly six in the morning. You hadn’t realized how quick the hours rushed by. The sun was just breaking through the sky, and you stretched.

“An eventful night to say the least.” He states.

You turned as he closed the door.

There was so much you wanted to say to him.

Tell him.

About your powers, your near death.

But the most pressing matter was the current one.

“Sir.”

Harrison lifted his head.

“I quit.”

His face fell the second the words left your mouth. If he was expecting anything, it wasn’t that.

“(Y/N) I-”

“I’m in love with you Harrison Wells.”

His mouth slid shut.

Yet another surprise.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since that day you rebuttal my sarcasm with just a smile.”

The smile that you send adds to his astonishment.

“I’ve been trying so hard to convince myself that I didn’t deserve the happiness I was given. But I’m done feeling guilty. Feeling helpless and miserable. I want to be happy. I want to say those words and mean it. I don’t want to hide behind my pain anymore. I survived and I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loved.”

He wasn’t sure what to say.

“That’s why I quit. Because I want a future with you. I want a future with us.” You step closer, and you can fully see the tears that begin to build behind his eyes. He doesn’t wipe them away.

“Are you sure..you don’t need more time. I-I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait forever if I have to..”

He really is an amazing person.

“I’m ready.”

You whisper.

No words can truly express how good it feels to hear those words. You reach for him, hugging him with all you have and Harrison laughs. One that’s filled with joy and maybe a bit of disbelief. You were so guarded for so long. Holding you right now is a dream he thought he wouldn’t be able to obtain. At least not this soon.

His hand runs down your back and you grip at his suit jacket, breathing in.

“You smell really good..”

Your voice is a bit muffled, but he hears it and he smiles.

For now, just the embrace is what you both need. 

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Timeless Wells- Extra 4 (Flash)

“Thank you for an amazing dinner (Y/N).”

You smile at Harrison.

“Thank you for coming.”

He hands you the dry plate, and you stack it into your tray. Harrison places the cloth down, and you turn to him. You’re a bit sad that the night is already over.

A part of you doesn’t want to leave his side. He shifts on his feet, taking a step.

“Do you-”

“Would you like to-”

You both pause, and you smile, urging him to speak. He takes a soft breath.

“Tonight, would it be okay if I just held you (Y/N)?”

Your heart strums at his words.

“I would like that.”

A look of pure joy seems to run across his face.

“That’s great! That’s great.” He does a little shuffle of his feet and you can’t help but giggle.

“I’m going to pack some clothes and then we can head to your place.”

“Sounds good to me!”

His smile doesn’t leave, not even when you turn the corner.

~~

Having teleporting abilities really did save on gas. Harrison had gotten you both there in record time, and you were preparing to take a bath and freshen up.

“Towel, tooth paste, wash towel, shampoo..Conditioner! I forgot the conditioner!”

Harrison is scrambling as he gathers items for you to shower. You take his hand to stop his crazy antics.

“Relax, I’m not going to run off because you forgot the conditioner.” You laugh.

“I know, I know. I’m just nervous.”

“Well you don’t have to be. I’m not going anywhere. Alright?”

He nods, holding your hands.

He’s such a sweetheart.

“You know I’m happy you only show this side of yourself to me. If we hadn’t gotten this close I would have never suspected you were such an adorable guy.” He flushes lightly with a chuckle.

“I should let you get in the shower. Call me if you need anything. “

Harrison leaves a kiss on your forehead as he heads down the hall. It’s so crazy he really has no idea how fortunate you feel when his eyes look your way. You giggle to yourself, heading for the bathtub. You fill it up, plucking one of your bath bombs from your bag. It takes a while for the water to fill up. When it’s filled, the scent of your soap makes you sigh.

You strip, sliding into the tub. You lay back, mind running through all that has gone on in your life recently. Meeting Harrison befriending him. Now dating him. You can’t say this is the route you thought your life would take. You smile. It feels kind of nice being the only one who knows his secret. In your eyes he’s a hero.

The powers he holds that he doesn’t abuse like the way you know so many criminals would. Then leading a company to further science that would ultimately help the world. He was intelligent and he’d built a life for himself.

But your mind trails back to the story of his past. All he’d suffered, lost. Yet he still came back here.

Just for another chance at love.

With you.

At the start you tried to push him away because you didn’t feel like you deserved it.

Yes, you were terrified of his abilities at the beginning. But the more you got to know him, the easier it was to love him.

Love?

“I love him..”

Your body becomes tense. Then you jump upright. You grab your towel carelessly, running out of the tub a bit clumsily.

“H-Harrison!!” You call.

You pull open the door, darting outside, and Harrison is running towards you. Both of you meet halfway. He’s holding you protectively.

“What’s wrong!”

He’s looking around for anything. A sign that will give him an idea of what the problem is. You’re still soaking wet. Your breathing is a bit heavy from the short sprint.

“I-I love you.”

He seems to be processing your words. You take a deep breath this time.

“I love you Harrison Wells.”

He’s silent for a while. You sort of expect it. It seems like he doesn’t know what to say. How to feel.

“You..love me..”

You nod frantically.

“I-I do! I love you!! I just..I love you..”

A smile makes its way on his face, and he pulls you into a hug, laughing happily. Although there’s clear elation, you can spot the hint of sadness. You hear it in his voice when he speaks. He tightens his hold as if he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.

“I love you too..so much..”

You return the embrace, holding on just as tightly as you cry.

“I love you.”

It’s a whisper that you feel that you have to continuously convey. Harrison nods tearfully. He can’t bring himself to say anymore words. He doesn’t need to. You already know. You can feel it in his embrace.

See it in his eyes everyday.

Hear it in his words whenever he says your name.

That’s it.

That’s enough.