#reverse flash reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

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

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

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

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

Part 1 can be found here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

[littlelambscandyland]

What's Best For You

Yandere!Cg!Eobard Thawne x Little!Reader

Warnings- Kidnapping, Forced Regression, Accidental Self Injury, Incorrect Medical Knowledge, Cursing, Milk, Bottle Feeding

"Let me out!" You scream. "Let me out!"

Your hands clash against the door. Thick metal that you couldn't leave a dent on. The door wouldn't budge no matter what pressure you could put on.

Your cries die in your throat, and you're almost certain you've torn your vocal cords. The point is proven even more when you go to scream again only for blood to catch in the back of your mouth.

Tears gather and drop down your face. Dread filled your stomach. You slouched down to the floor, body filled with tension and exhaustion.

You wish you knew why he did this. What did Thawne gain from this? Why were you here? Why would he do this? You just wanted to go home. You just don't understand. You never fought him. Was he doing this to get at Barry or was this something else entirely?

All the anxiety piling up until your exhaustion eats you and you fall asleep on the floor.

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You felt so warm. Strong arms hold you close, you feel like you're in heaven. If only your throat didn't hurt so much. A hum played on your lips but as soon as it slipped through a cough rapture your throat. A hand rubs your back and a voice shushes your panic.

Your face remains buried in the man's chest. A blanket wrapped you up in their arms. You try to remember why you were here. What had happened. Slowly your mind clears.

The Reverse Flash kidnapped you.

Your breathing grows heavy and you try to push yourself away from the man. You aren't safe.

"Shush, shh, shhh..." His voice drags out.

His arms wrap you tightly rendering your pushing useless. The pain in your throat worsens as you try to scream at him.

What was going on? What were you supposed to do?

A rumble passes through his chest before he smacks your butt. The sting shocking you for a second causing you to still.

"Don't be a brat, I'm trying to help you." Eobard says angrily.

Despite your senses telling you to fight him off you go limp in his arms. A bit of blood dribbles down your lips from the broken screaming. He pulls you back slightly and scans your face. Blue eyes and an unreadable face meets with puffy eyes and a wet face.

He sighs. "You're okay..." He wipes the blood from your chin. "You won't be able to talk for a while, you tore your vocal cords." Eobard informs you simply. "Such a fragile thing... I know you're scared." His eyes hold something you're afraid to identify. "I'm not going to hurt you."

You turn your face away, you don't want to see those eyes anymore.

"Come on, Y/n." You can practically hear him roll his eyes. "You can't pretend you didn't want this, someone to take care of you, to love you, protect you."

Your brows furrowed at his words. What was he even saying? You don't need anyone to "take care" of you. You especially didn't need Eobard Thawne to take care of you! You wanted to scream at him, but you knew your throat couldn't handle it. You wanted to punch him, hit him, but you were afraid of what might happen if you did.

Eobard stood up, from what you'd just realized was a recliner, with you in his arms. Defiantly, you tried to kick your legs down only for the man to tighten his hold with one arm and pull a leg back up with the other. A simple "Don't." playing off his lips.

He carries you to a bathroom where he sets you on the counter, back facing the large mirror. He wets a towelette with warm water and gently runs it down your face. Wiping away the tears, blood, and snot.

"There we go..." His hand rests on your cheek as his thumb rubs it gently. "Already being such a good baby for daddy."

Your eyes widen. What did he mean by that? Why the hell did he call himself that?

"No, no... Don't start that again." He says picking you back up. "I've got you." He tries to soothe while rocking you lightly.

You wanted to tell him to stop, to put you down, to just let you go home. What kind of game was this? Where were you? What was this place? Why is he acting like this?

Eobard holds you securely against his chest. One second your being rocked in the large bathroom and the next you're both standing in an even larger kitchen. The sudden movement makes you dizzy.

"If I sit you down will you behave?" He asks, brushing your hair away.

You turn your face away in a small act of defiance. What the hell could you do against him anyways? You're not as strong, and definitely not as fast as he is.

The blue eyed man sighs. "I'm going to heat up some milk, okay, honey? It'll help with your throat." His voice comes out softer than you were comfortable with.

Fucking milk, is he serious? What were you two?

He adjusts you to his hip resting you there and keeping you stable with one arm. He puts some milk into a small pot and lets it heat. A song plays past the man's lips in a hum. A song you have never heard, but sounds like a lullaby.

For once Eobard Thawne wasn't yelling or violent, he seemed at peace. It was heartwarming and terrifying. He seemed genuinely happy rocking you while heating up the milk.

It hit you harshly, the whole point of you being here. He wants you to be his kid. Why wouldn't he just get an actual child? Not that you'd want an actual child to be subjected to him, but truly, you just didn't understand.

Why you?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Eobard lays a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes meet his and there's that spark in them that you've seen a few times before. It was the same look he gave you before the team found out who he was; the look he gave when you got hurt and he'd help Caitlin patch you up.

You look away as quickly as you meet his eyes. The depth being simply too much for you. You hear him huff what you can only assume is an odd laugh.

You hadn't realized he'd turned off the stove and poured the milk into a bottle. You hadn't realized that he had laid the both of you in a bed. Not until now at least.

Eobard tucks you into his side and pulls the bottle up to your lips. You hesitate for a moment before pushing his hands away.

Did he actually think you'd just go with it?

You scuffle only for a moment before he has your arms pinned with one hand.

"Stop fighting me." He rasps out angrily.

He shifts himself slightly lower, drags you deeper into his side, and holds your arms tightly.

"Drink." He demands holding the bottle to your lips.

Despite yourself you listen this time. The sting in your arms makes you more compliant in hopes he'll release his grip.

The second the milk hits the back of your mouth your eyes water. As much as the liquid hurt it soothed. The creamy texture relaxes you.

With your compliance, Eobard releases your arms. You let the man hold the bottle and you until it's gone. Your eyes droop and you struggle to keep them open.

"Go to sleep, little one... You're safe... Daddy's got you..." Eobard whispers encouragingly to you.

As scared as you were you couldn't help but find comfort in the actions and words. The world blurs together and you drift off comfortably in the man's arms.

[jokingmisfit]

Yandere Harrison "Eowells" Wells Abc's

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Eowells is an interesting case because he's still Eobard Thawne; he's just also pretending to be Harrison Wells. That being said he's much less intense when pretending to be Dr.Wells than when you find out who he really is. He's softer when he rests his hands on yours and his words seem less deliberate. He loves spending hours in the lab talking to you. Eowells is more physically open with his affections, but will always shy away from pda, he's the big boss he can't have his partner leaving lipstick stains on his face all the time. A common scene for the two of you is cuddling or laying next to each other late at night bouncing random thoughts and ideas off each other.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Let's be honest this man has killed for you before the two of you even actually meet, and he will kill for you again. It's almost a casual thing for him to go out and ruin/take the lives of people who have upset/hurt/flirted with you. Eobard is not afraid of getting his hands dirty even while pretending to be Harrison, but he has to be extremely more careful during this time because he can't blow his cover. He's still going to "take care" of people for you but it's much more planned and underhanded than if he wasn't parading as someone else.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Eobard is inherently cruel. Even when pretending to be Dr.Wells he can be stinging in remarks and quickly cruel in a very calculated way. Without meaning to be Eowells can be very mocking. It's so natural for him to condescend and insult so sometimes when you're being "stubborn" he'd mock or berate you without even thinking about it. He isn't apologetic about those times unless he says something he truly doesn't mean which doesn't happen often, but when it does he can become much softer rather than saying sorry in a more natural way.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Eowells does plenty of things you aren't going to like, but when it comes to it the worst thing is probably forcing you to lie with him. If this man lets you out after you find out who he really is or abducts you then you're going to be lying to all your friends and family about what you're doing and what your life really is. Aside from that, Eowells will openly get rid of your friends, ruin your career or education, and make you dress and act a certain way in public.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Eowells is much more guarded when parading as Harrison Wells than he is if you were to meet him as himself. Of course Eobard isn't open inherently, but you're his partner, the person who is supposed to be his better half, so he certainly tries. In certain moments hidden far behind thick walls you can witness a side of him no one has ever seen. Sometimes Eowells grants you moments of clarity where you see how truly broken, deranged, and obsessive he truly is. He'll let you see him, but don't bring it up afterwards because it might ruin his comfortably with opening up to you if you acknowledge it happened.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Eowells finds your fighting incredibly inconvenient. He has so much on his plate, trying to create the particle accelerator or trying to create the Flash that having you fight with him every time he comes home is a bit exhausting. It's, honestly, more like a fly in his ear than anything else. He is going to get home and you are going to come with him whether you like it or not.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Like I said above, Eowells has quite a bit on his plate, seeing you trying to leave him does nothing but annoy him. At least most of the time. If he's had a particularly good day and you pulled off a particularly clever trick he might find it a bit entertaining. Life is a game to him in general, the battle between him and Barry is akin to a game, but your love, his obsession with you, that isn't a game.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst experience may be the earth shattering situation that is finding out your boyfriend is actually a futuristic speedster/serial killer. That being said, if you stumble a little too much your worst experience may end up being seeing him maim or murder someone you truly care about.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Eowells' biggest plan is taking you to the future with him. His main goal currently is to go home and the only real layout he has is that you get to come back with him. Whether you settle down together or something else he doesn't know yet. I don't really see Eobard wanting children or anything like that, but I definitely see him wanting to get married, and you know that ceremony is going to be lavish.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Eobard is a jealous man, but he is still pretending to be Dr.Wells and Harrison is a calm, cool-minded man. Eowells pretends perfectly that someone flirting or staring too long doesn't bother him, but it bothers him deeply. He has this feeling of possession over you and seeing someone challenge that will either upset him deeply or amuse him. If he finds it amusing then he'll up his game, flirting more and laying you down nicely that night. If he gets upset by it then the person will soon end up a missing person or the victim of an unsolvable murder, and then he'll come home and hold onto you tightly as you sleep.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Eowells is a very attentive partner. He sees and knows everything about you which shows in every calculated action. That being said he can be emotionally charged and intense. One thing is for sure he keeps you on your toes with what you can expect from him on a given day. Sometimes he's sweet and doting, wrapping an arm around you and reading a book aloud while playing with your hair. Sometimes you're both laughing in the kitchen as you try your best not to burn the food on the stove as you playfully berate each other. Sometimes you sit with his head in your lap as he stresses about how much he has to deal with in one day. Sometimes he's screaming and throwing objects to the floor as his heart and eyes fill with hate and you sit there waiting for him to stop. Sometimes he sits calmly as you break down from the stress and fear and he kisses your head while telling you it will all be okay. Sometimes he comes home covered in blood.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When trying to start a relationship with you every action is deliberate. Every word and motion is perfectly curated to make you fall in love with him. Eobard knew the second you met Harrison Wells what he wanted you to be to him. He may have even known before you ever even met the mask. His words are smooth and his eyes are often mischievous. He'll lean in more and whisper personal jokes or jabs at other peoples expense. Anything to entice you. He's also not above using Dr.Well's wealth to draw you in or impress you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He's incredibly different in front of others than he is you, or at least he is if you've learned his secret. If you don't know he's actually Eobard Thawne then behind closed doors the only difference you'll get is how much more romantic he can be when the two of you are alone. If you do know who he is then when the two of you are alone he's more honest in his personality. You'll see more of that predator come out and he's more talkative now, telling you his honest thoughts and feelings or just telling you the many stories he knows and experiences he's had. The difference is almost night and day between the real Eobard and the Dr.Wells facade.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Most of the time Eowells would just lock you away for a while. Not allowing you the reprieve of seeing anyone other than him if you can't behave in public. If you were to push your luck too much Eobard may drag a friend or family member out of their home or bed just to tear the person apart in front of you. There is a chance that if you were to beg him to do something else to punish you some other way you deem appropriate he might relent, doing whatever you decide simply to show you how kind he's truly being to you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Your whole life is a right he's willing to take away. Your right to work, to learn, to drive, or talk to people, your right to leave the house, or most importantly your right to live in your own time period or your right to live a life not dictated by him. Harrison Wells is a powerful man it wouldn't take much to destroy your life and he is more than willing to do that to ensure you have nothing but him at the end of the day.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Eowells is incredibly patient. Even the mask he wears is known as a patient man. That being said he can also be impatient. Some days he may feel more patient than others. Those days he can handle the yelling and fighting or the lack of building in your relationship. Some days he doesn't feel as generous. On those days he's more likely to hold you down just so he can be close to you or dial up the charm just to progress your relationship. He can wait forever, but maybe don't make him feel like it's going to be.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

When it comes to you leaving/escaping it doesn't matter what version of Eobard it is he is going to hunt you down. There is no point in time, no place on any earth where you are safe from him finding you. Even death can't stop him. Yes, if you were to die he'd be incredibly angry, possibly the angriest he'll ever be, but that doesn't mean you're getting away. He will manipulate time and space just to bring you back or to save you from it ever happening. Not even death can save you from his love.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Absolutely not. There is nothing that would ever make him give you up. This goes for any version of Eobard. He wouldn't feel guilty for kidnapping you or uprooting your life. To him you always belonged to him and all of this was inevitable. He may feel pity for you when/if you break down in front of him. He understands it's screwed up, he just simply doesn't care.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It was always something lingering deep inside Eobard. His version of romance has always been twisted because he's simply put a psychopath. The years of waiting and being trapped in a time period he sees as primitive definitely doesn't help. The more he's away from home the more unstable he seems to feel.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He isn't one to really empathize with people. He sees most of your fighting against him as an inconvenience. That doesn't mean he feels nothing when you scream or cry. He feels something. It's just incredibly hard for him to understand what that feeling is, it's pity. He may lay on some extra kind interactions or words to make you feel better. Overall he doesn't express much when you get upset,but he does feel something even if he can't figure out how to comfort you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Most of what he does lines up with your typical yandere. The biggest difference is how deep his obsessions lie. When Eobard becomes obsessed with something it consumes him. His whole life revolves around the Flash and now also you. His obsessions are everything he is, you are entwined with his soul at this point.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Eowells is deep into his facade. He has a role he has to play in order to get home. He has things he has to do. The biggest exploit you'll get is all the time you have where he's busy playing Harrison Wells. You can easily use this time to try to get away. The biggest problem you'll find is that he isn't afraid to use his stored up speed to drag you back. You'll have to move quickly, but even if you do, he's faster.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Like many other yanderes he isn't afraid to tie you up, drug you, or manhandle you. He may break something a little too close to you or grab your wrist a little too tightly, but I don't see Eowells out right harming you. Even if you try to push him he's always going to choose an object or even someone else to take that anger out on.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Once Eobard gets a real hold on you as a person his obsession with you begins to rival his obsession with the Flash. You slowly become a lifeline. His world is stabilized by you. He would never admit it to you, but he secretly reveres you. Sometimes you can almost see it in his eyes as he stares or feel it in the way his hands shake as he holds you. There isn't anything this man wouldn't do to make sure you belong to him. Everything you are he wants, everything you are he loves. It doesn't matter what has to happen as long as you end up in his arms.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I think Eowells would be able to pretend all the way up until Team Flash unmasks him. He would be able to wait until it was time to go home. Once he realizes it was time to go, he's prepared to do quite a bit to ensure you come with him. Another possible situation would be if you chose someone over him or caught him in the act, both situations result in you being locked up in his lavish house.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Eowells would do it in subtle ways. He'd break you in a way that you wouldn't even notice you were. He does it by making you lie so often or puppeteering your actions. You're still you by the end of it all it's just something is inherently not the same as you used to be. Something that you can't tell is missing or broken, but there's something wrong.

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's beautiful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

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

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

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

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[duskhascome]

Eobard Thawne x Female Reader!

[messylxve]

ghost spider | cisco ramon x Gn!reader

part one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing of consequence,” you smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Woah…it’s a Spider-Man.”

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

“Spider-Woman.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

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

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

A tired chuckle left you. “I’m fine.”

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“How?”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

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

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

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

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

“Umm…no,” Barry chuckled lightly.

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

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

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

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Eobard Thawne risking his life to save you.

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

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

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

There was no other real choice but option A.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[soft-persephone]

Laying With the Devil

AN: I wrote this when I was in high school and I orphaned it and I just remembered it exists after finding a google doc of the last chapter. So I searched in AO3 for hours to find it!

MDNI? (I wrote it when I was a minor so idk)

WC: 11k Unfinished // AO3 Link // WA: Explicit (again I was a minor. Violence. Light mention of abuse but no details, emotional manipulation // summery:

“A brave man is an man who dares to look the devil in the face and tell him he is a devil.” — James A. Garfield

[saved-room]

get by, baby, baby, bye bye

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! 🌟 I absolutely love your blog and your writing—it’s always so creative and immersive. I was wondering if you could write a Reverse Flash (Eobard Thawne) imagine for me? Here’s my idea: - [ do you know the fanfic that you did about him and normal reader? Well, I thought you could write about the wedding reception or what when on during the wedding] No pressure, of course—I just think your writing style would bring this idea to life in the best way! Thank you so much for considering my request, and keep up the amazing work! 💖

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I’ve been sending out job applications, how’s everyone else doing? I actually know like, nothing about weddings. The one wedding ive been through was thrown together in like three weeks.

you can find the fic mentioned here

The wedding could go multiple ways. It could be a huge wedding that costs more money than you could ever imagine. Or it could be something small and personal.

I think it makes more sense if it was a smaller wedding. Because sure, Eobard could show off, but he also has like no one to invite from his side, and he knows you prefer things being down to earth and calm.

The only person really invited on his side is Barry and that’s because you invited him, claiming that being rivals for so long pretty much made them family.

Your family has always loved Eobard, even if he has his moments where his villainy shines through. They’re all as normal as you, and could care less about his evil deeds. Eobard helps them repair stuff around their houses, and chased off your cousin Linda’s evil abusive ex. That makes him good in their books.

I think Eobard has little idea how to really plan a wedding, especially with someone he loves as much as you. Good thing he’s got you, and your one cousin who’s a wedding planner who’s helping you guys’ plan as a wedding gift.

Your family is pretty damn big, and you got people in all fields. Theres your uncle Bill whos got a major catering business, and your younger cousin who has a band willing to play. Your aunt Jenna gets the flowers for cheap, and your uncle Michael and his husband Diego run a security company.

I can even see Eobard being close to uncomfortable with just how open and supportive your super normal family is. Your nieces and nephews love Eobard for many reasons, from his red hair to him teaching them self-defense.

If it wasn’t for you, Eobard would become a major bridezilla, or should I say groomzilla? He wants it to be perfect, from location, time, season of the year, everything. It needs to be just as you guys planned. You succeed in pulling him in before he starts spiraling most days.

I can imagine Eobard would want to wear a yellow suit, but you and your groomsmen and bridesmaids end up talking him out of it. Instead, he wears a black suit with a yellow, and you wear a white suit with a red tie.

You spend quite a lot of time talking him out of stress or anger when things don’t go right, or when he’s starting to get overwhelmed. Theres multiple times you have to talk him out of time travel to get what he thinks is best.

The wedding goes off with little issue. There is a moment where Eobard wants to be mad about Barry showing up. But at this point it’s more just because he’s so used to being evil when he sees Barry. It’s like a trained reaction.

Barry brings a gift of course, off the registry since he doesn’t really know you too well.

Your family assume that Barry is related to Eobard in some way since they have a “similar energy” around them. Barry gets along well with your family, and fits into the wedding guests easily.

Eobard will never admit it, even if your family get it on video, that he started crying when you guys were saying your vows. His vows aren’t long, but are meaningful to the two of you, and it’s obvious he’s trying his best to express those feelings to you verbally.

The rings you guys wear are probably made out of some material Eobard got his hands on. something that can’t be broken by him using his powers or in battle, and something that cant be copied by others since he’s possessive.

There is of course a large party afterwards, with lots of hugs and congratulations from everyone in attendance.

As your family are all over you, laughing and celebrating, Eobard pulls himself to the side for a breather. He loves you so much, but it can be so overwhelming sometimes to feel so normal and accepted, loved even.

Barry would saddle up beside him with a drink in each hand, so the two of them end up standing side by side as people dance, drink and eat.

Barry would express how happy he is for Eobard, that he found someone who matters so much to him. That Eobard looks so much happier and healthier than the last times he saw him. Eobard would grumble but flush, mumbling about how he’s obviously better because he has you.

In the end you guys celebrate to your heart’s content, and when the party is over you guys don’t go to a hotel. Instead, Eobard runs you guys’ home so you can cuddle in bed and just be together.

Theres not much reason to hold a honeymoon in the way most others do. If you guys want to go to another country, Eobard will just run you there. Instead, you take as long time off work as you can, so you guys can just be together and do whatever you want.

[marvelsgirl616]

Professor Wells :)

[littlelambscandyland]

His Baby

Yandere!CG!Eobard Thawne(Harrison Wells) x Little!GN!Reader

Warnings-Forced Age Regression, Kidnapping, Drugging, Slightly Delusional Eobard, Honorifics (Daddy)

Prompt- “Of course you’re poisoned/drugged, I’m the one who gave it to you.”

Prompt- “I’m/We’re hurting you for your own good.”

He was glad his plan worked so well. Pleased with the almost immediate gratification that he received. There was no need to continue watching you when he knew he could just take you home. Wrap you up and never let go.

Eobard originally thought about killing you. Planning on stripping the person responsible for such odd feelings as quickly as he could, but the second he pictured it, the second he imagined you hurt, dead, he knew he never could. It was so odd for him. To experience such strong feelings that weren't negative. To feel so incredibly protective and controlling over another being. It was even more confusing when he realized these feelings were more Fatherly than anything else.

He noticed you stumble through life. Watched you grow and yet through these couple of months he couldn't see you as anything other than a helpless child. Which obviously you were. If you weren't a child then how come you were basically crawling at his feet? Why did you look at him like a kicked puppy? Why couldn't you handle things the way the others could?

You were just a baby and you needed your daddy to show you the right way. You needed him to take care of you. You needed him to love you like you always deserved to be loved. You needed him.

It was non-negotiable. You were going to come with him and live the happy pampered life his precious little one deserved.

You'd trotted in telling him you felt sick. That you think someone might've drugged you. Eobard kept quiet till you fell to the floor.

You looked pitiful sitting there on the tile floor in front of him. Eobard couldn't resist staring. So pitiful and so incredibly cute. His baby, all confused with tears in their eyes threatening to spill out.

“Of course you were drugged, I’m the one who gave it to you.” He says as if it was obvious. He stands from the chair and walks towards you. "Don't you want the pain to go away?" His asks with a voice unusually soft for the situation.

It was confusing. Not only with your head ringing and the numbness in your legs. Sitting on the floor while the man you thought was paralyzed crouched in front of you. You thought you would find help stumbling into the cortex, but instead you stumbled into some sick trap you couldn't understand.

A part of your brain told you to trust him. The part of your brain who'd always looked up to him more than you had anyone before. Another part of your brain reminded you of what you're seeing, what he said. The part of your brain that knew you were in danger.

Your head and eyes were filled with desperation. You watch with tight breaths as he reaches for you.

"I know it's confusing," Harrison tells you once he's standing with you in his arms. "But in time you'll understand."

"You're hurting me..." You choke out hoping the man would have pity. Whatever he gave you made your head hurt. Made your chest feel light.

His lips meet your forehead and he leaves a kiss there. "I'm hurting you for your own good."

You swear these drugs had to be good, because the next second you're met with a pastel room. Your head spun so quickly and if you had eaten earlier today you're sure you would be puking right now.

Harrison sat you on something soft, walked around the room you couldn't seem to grasp the concept for yet, and came back to you just as quickly.

He taps your arms and you look at him confused. The smile he gave back is blurry in your eyes, but why was he smiling. What is he going to do?

"I have to change your clothes, Honey..." Harrison's voice was filled with... Affection?

What's wrong with your clothes? Did they rip? Are they dirty? Wait, why does it matter? Didn't he just kidnap you?

Harrison didn't seem to mind your inner turmoil. He lifts your arms over your head. He strips you of everything before he redresses you.

You don't have any energy left to question or fight him. You lay patiently as he buttons up whatever the hell this thing he's putting you in is called.

You let him slip something soft into your mouth and you suck on the sweet tip. You can feel your heart racing.

Harrison turns down the lights.

The light colors still contrasted with the dark sky through the window. Eobard held you close as he felt your heart racing in your chest. Perhaps he should've given you a higher dose. His poor baby, all wrapped in his arms, yet still petrified. He knows it was him you were afraid of, but maybe if he deludes himself enough he can pretend he wasn't the one to scare your little heart right out of your chest.

He knew he couldn't do much with you. Not tonight. Tonight he just needed to get you home and get you to bed. He was slightly surprised you'd taken the pacifier so sweetly, then again why wouldn't you? This little interaction only proves how right he was. You were his baby and deep inside you knew that.

In the morning he'll detail the rules and explain things to you. Tomorrow will mark the start of your new life in his care. Tonight, however, he would hold his little angel close to his chest and let you sleep off those nasty shots.

"Sleep well, little one." Eobard tells you with a kiss to your head as your eyes flutter closed.

[jokingmisfit]

SON OF A BITCH I WAS SICK DURING HIS BIRTHDAY!!!!

I have to post an over abundance of gifs now.

Anyways Happy Belated Birthday Eoooo~ Mwah mwah mwah! I love you so much pookie!!! 🎉🌹🥂🎉🎂🎉🌹🎊🥂🎂🎊🎉🌹🎂🥂

[mcbenson25]

More Than He Bargained For Part 8

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

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

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get over it.

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

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

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

Here we go with this.

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

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

How stupid.

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

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

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

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

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

This was going to be good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay maybe not the best idea.

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

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

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

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

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

That's what I thought.

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

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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

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

Why don't we just use-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a moron.

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

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

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

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

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

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

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

I'll say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

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

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

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

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

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

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

Eddie was gone.

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

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

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

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

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did this have to be so complicated?

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

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

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh please.

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

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

I could just strangle her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

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

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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

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Defying Judgment: Love Beyond Expectations

Harrison "Eo" Wells X Reader

A/N: Introducing my new fic! I hope you enjoy it. Please like, comment, and reblog to give me the courage to write more. Your support means everything. Thank you!

You were sitting with your friends at the Central City Coffee Shop, feeling excited about introducing your boyfriend, Harrison Wells, to them. The anticipation was building inside you as you decided to text him and invite him to meet your friends. When he replied with a resounding yes, a rush of happiness washed over you.

Minutes later, you heard the familiar creaking of the coffee shop's door, and your heart skipped a beat. The sound of his wheelchair wheels approaching your table filled the air. With a big smile on your face, you greeted him and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. However, you couldn't help but notice a sudden change in your friends' expressions, as if they were disgusted by something.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to brush off their reaction, thinking that it couldn't possibly be related to Harrison. Wanting to introduce him to your friends, you intertwined your fingers with his and spoke up, "Guys, this is Harrison Wells." You gestured towards him while lightly touching his hand resting on his lap.

One of your friends rolled her eyes and remarked sarcastically, "Oh, the famous Harrison Wells." She took a sip of her coffee, seemingly unimpressed.

Feeling a mix of frustration and protectiveness, you took another deep breath and turned your gaze back to your boyfriend. With a loving squeeze of your hand, he looked into your eyes and reassured you, "Not anymore."

Before you could respond to your friend's rude comment, she interrupted, "Ew, you like him?" Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, but you decided not to engage further.

Undeterred, your friend persisted, asking again, "You like him?" She scrutinized you with her gaze, waiting for your response.

Rolling your eyes at her judgmental attitude, you firmly answered, "Yes, I love him." Folding your arms, you inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for a confrontation.

Amused, she laughed and said, "Are you crazy enough to fall for him? He's way older than you." Taking a sip of her coffee, she seemed to find humor in the situation.

Your patience waned, and anger bubbled up inside you. Standing up on your table, you slammed your hand down, capturing the attention of those around you. Ignoring the onlookers, you looked directly at your friends and addressed them with determination.

"How rude can you be? I don't care if he's older than me. I don't care if he doesn't fit your idea of the 'cutest' boy. He doesn't have to be. I like him for who he is. You don't see him the way I do, and I think he's perfect just the way he is." As you spoke, the passion in your voice grew stronger.

Overwhelmed by emotions, you grabbed the two coffee on the table and splashed them on your friends, expressing your anger and disappointment. Harrison just stare at you unsure of what to do in this situation. He saw the anger in your eyes that he never see before.

You reached out for the handle of his wheelchair, gripping it tightly. "We have to go," you told him firmly, leading the way toward the coffee shop's exit.

Once you arrived at the STAR Labs, you still felt the boiling anger inside you. Sitting in front of a monitor, you leaned your head against it, trying to calm yourself down. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your thoughts.

Turning to face Harrison, you grasped his hands and looked into his icy blue eyes. He asked, "Are you okay?" His concern was evident in his voice.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you replied, "Yeah, I'm fine." Pulling away slightly, you shifted your attention back to the monitor, trying to regain your composure. As Harrison wheeled himself next to you, you felt his touch on your cheek.

"I know you're not," he said, his eyes reflecting sadness.

Frustrated and vulnerable, tears welled up in your eyes as your heart raced. You shook your head, unable to control the rush of emotions. Staring at your sweaty hands, you said, "I hate it when people say that to me."

Harrison apologized softly, blaming himself for the incident. He gently placed his hand on your face and then moved it to his lap. Feeling guilty for the outburst, you slowly stood up from your chair and settled onto his lap, cupping his soft cheeks.

"It's not your fault," you reassured him, lifting his chin and meeting his icy blue gaze. Taking a deep breath, you closed the distance between you and kissed him passionately. As you pulled back, both of you gasped for air.

Whispering with a tone of sadness in your voice, you confessed, "I love you." Resting your head on his shoulder, you inhaled deeply, taking in his comforting scent. His warm hand gently patting your back and the soft kiss he placed on your shoulder made you feel secure.

"I love you too," he responded, his voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Later, at the Central City Club, Harrison arrived, donning a black cap and a black jacket. He noticed two ladies drinking alcohol nearby and couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Their unstable state became apparent when they suddenly found themselves outside the club.

Curiosity piqued, one of the women squinted at the dark space before them and spotted a tall figure approaching. "Who are you?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

Confidently, Harrison removed his hat and smirked at the two ladies. "I'm your (Y/N)'s boyfriend... and yes, I can walk," he replied, stunning them both.

Eobard Thawne's presence left one of the women wide-eyed as she stared at his feet in disbelief. Speeding in front of them, he added, "Well, I can do this, too." With a swift vibration of his hand, he incapacitated them, causing their bodies to hit the floor.

When one of the women choked on her own blood, struggling to speak, she managed to ask, "Why did you do this?"

"You know, just for fun." Eobard declared, a satisfied look on his face. He nonchalantly put his hat back on, as if nothing had happened, and walked away, leaving the two women behind.

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