#tom Cavanagh fanfiction

[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

[snowells2]

" For all those yellow leaves that fell from the ipe when you left. For all the choruses I sang when my lungs screamed. This one goes out to all those kisses we promised when the clouds were gray and there was a light in the dark. This one I made for our love. " 😶❤️ ~ SNOWHARRY ~

[mcbenson25]

Can you feel it too? (Nash Wells X Empath!Reader)

Request for @i-dont-care-lol: Can you make a fic in which both of them are stargazing and bantering (ofc it's a wells so yeah) and then just comes to the topic of "hey ever had a crush on anyone" and Nash is like" no I don't do crushes" and the reader just doubts him too much when he tries to ignore that feeling (oops forgot to mention that reader is an empath) so and then he is all like "ok you wanna know then " and then kiss her, and just kind of relieved that her one sided crush isn't a one sided one?

A/N: I'm a terrible person. I got this request a while ago and I meant to write it as soon as I got it but *life* and *school* and *mental health* didn't let me. I'm super sorry. On another note I have never written reader being an empath so apologies in advance for my poor attempt on it. :)

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"Woooo hoooooo! I win!"

"What no! You cheated!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

You rolled your eyes. You and Nash had borrowed Cisco's switch to play a good ole game of Mario Karts.

Or so you thought. Nash had taken a shortcut in the last race, taking first place from you.

"Shortcuts are not cheats they're just advantage points if you know how to use them," Nash said with a grin on his face.

"Cheater," you pouted with your arms crossed.

He chuckled as he leaned in, "You're just mad you lost."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Okay kids! Uncle Cisco here wants his game back," came an amused voice from behind you.

You rolled you eyes and huffed in annoyance as you went to leave.

"Where are you going?" Nash called called out to you as he handed Cisco the game.

"Out," came your short reply.

Nash sighed as he ran after you.

"Are you upset just because of that?"

"I'm not upset," you answered is a frustrated tone.

Nash had caught up to you.

"Well it sure seems like it."

You let out a frustrated huff as you kept walking.

The truth was you didn't know why you felt upset. The entire day you had felt frustrated. You couldn't understand why if you had spent the entire day with the man who made your heart flutter.

"Where are we even going?" Nash asked as you started up the stairs of STAR Labs.

"To the roof."

"Why?" Came Nash's confused voice as you continued going up the long staircase, "And why couldn't we just have used the elevator?"

You gave a light giggle. "You'll see."

Nash couldn't help by smile at hearing you giggle. He had offered to have you tag along with him today because you were bored of being stuck in the lab all the time and not because he may or may not enjoy being around you. He glanced up at you as you reached the top of stairs, waiting for him. He smiled softly as he shook his head and followed behind you.

As you stepped out onto the roof, you looked up at the sky. The stars were out and shining bright. You let out a content sigh as you walked towards the edge of the roof, sitting down with your legs dangling over the edge. Nash sat down next to you, taking in the sparking Central City.

"This is nice," he commented as he looked up at the sky.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed with a smile.

There was a comfortable silence between you two for a few minutes as you both enjoyed the peacefulness of the night sky.

As Nash sat there beside you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Being with you always had a way of calming him down and making him feel at ease, even when he was feeling nervous or uncertain. He glanced over at you, taking in the way your face was illuminated by the starlight, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

You were watching the many bright stars along the sky, lost in thought. A sense of peace and calm washed over you.You felt safe, content, at ease.

You also felt...

Loved?

Your eyes widen in surprise. It couldn't be...

Could it?

No.

It must be your feelings that you're sensing. It couldn't possibly be his.

But yet-

"Hey, (Y/N)," Nash suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" you turned to look at him, trying to hide the nervousness you felt.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone?" he asked, his voice casual, as if asking what you had had for lunch.

You were completely taken back by his question.

"That definitely not random," you say trying to alleviate the sudden lump that had formed in your throat. Was it getting hotter?

Nash noticed the way your face had paled slightly and the way you nervously shifted on the spot. He realized his question may have come across as too forward and he mentally cursed himself for not being more subtle.

He tried to backtrack, "I mean, it's okay if you don't want to answer. I was just curious."

You let out a small sigh of relief and gave him a small smile, "No, it's okay. It's just that your question caught me off guard. And to answer your question, yes, I have had a crush on someone before. Why do you ask?" As soon as you said that you felt something bothering you, a prickling emotion that made you frown. Jealously.

You shook you head lightly. What was happening?

"What about you? Have you ever had a crush on anyone?" You asked, with a hint of defensiveness trickling in your voice. You were startled by it, about to apologize when Nash turned to look at you. "No, I don't do crushes," he answered nonchalantly, but his eyes said something else as you felt a wave of bottled emotion wash over you.

You're lying.

"What?"

You realized you had said that out loud as you met Nash's bewildered eyes.

You should apologize. You should leave it be. But you were convinced that what you had been feeling wasn't just your feelings.

Screw it.

"You're lying," you repeated, more confidently this time. "I can sense it. There's something you're not saying" Nash's eyes widened in surprise, and he shifted uncomfortably beside you. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, you do," you insisted, turning to face him fully. "I don't know why you're hiding it, but I can feel that there's something more there. I've been feeling it all night. There's something you're afraid to admit."

Nash's eyes widened in shock, his body language betraying him. You could tell he was caught off guard by your accusation, but you weren't going to let him off the hook that easily. You needed answers.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice slightly strained, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides.

But you weren't buying it. You could feel it in your gut that there was more to this story than he was letting on. You took a step closer to him, your eyes locked onto his, and you spoke with unwavering conviction.

"Yes, you do," you insisted, your tone unwavering.

The atmosphere between you and Nash had changed. The easygoing vibe you both had been feeling was now replaced with something more tense and awkward. You looked at Nash, who was now avoiding your gaze. You let out a sigh, not knowing what to say. Maybe you had been wrong in confronting him like that. Maybe he really didn't have feelings for you, and you had just misinterpreted everything.

"I'm sorry," you said, breaking the silence. "I shouldn't have said that. It's not my place to push you to say anything you don't want to.

Another beat of silence.

You were overcome by a feeling of rejection and embarrassment.

"I'll go-"

"You're not wrong. There is something I'm hiding."

You continued to look at Nash, waiting for him to say something. Nash let out a sigh and turned to look at you.

"Okay, fine. You caught me," he said with a small smile, trying to ease the tension. "I have had a crush on someone before."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he talking about you? You tried to remain calm as you asked, "Who was it?"

Nash looked down at his hands and fidgeted with his fingers. "It doesn't matter now. It was a long time ago, and nothing ever came of it."

You felt a twinge of disappointment at his words, but you tried not to let it show. "Oh," you said, trying to keep your voice light.

Nash looked up at you, and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. "But, there is someone else I have feelings for," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He couldn't possibly be talking about-

"It's you."

You looked at Nash, feeling a sense of happiness wash over you. "Nash, I..." you started, but he interrupted you.

"I know, I know," Nash said, looking down. "You don't feel the same way. I get it."

"Nash, that's not what I was going to say," you said, reaching out to touch his arm.

"It's okay-wait what?"

You smiled softly, scooting closer to him.

"I've had feelings for you for a long time now, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship by telling you. I always felt lots of different emotions and at first I thought I was going crazy but now I get why," you said shyly.

He looked at you, searching your eyes for anything that would betray your words, but all he found was warmth and adoration.

"I would very much like to kiss you." It was his turn to be shy.

You smiled as you inched closer to him. "Well by all means please do."

Without another word, he leaned in and pressed your lips against his. As you deepened the kiss, Nash's hands found their way to your face, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly grew more passionate, fueled by the unspoken emotions that had been building between you two for so long. As you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against Nash's, both of you breathing heavily.

He grinned as he pressed another light kiss on your lips, contentment and love filling him, as he looked at you.

"Do you feel it too?"

You smiled and nodded.

"More than you know."

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Hellooooo I'm back from the dead haha. I wanted to just let you guys know that its just been really hard to find motivation to write for a while and I was pretty depressed but Im doing stuff for me and moving out and going to classes so I feel much better. Hoped you guys enjoyed and im so sorry for taking so long.

Taglist: @khayrrilrainxwells @kirareaper13 @i-dont-care-lol @cursedfaechild @lovepeaceorelse @apsychopathiclllama @samandcolbyfan

[helplessdreamersworld]

Broken Future - Chapter 6

Snowells week 2021 - Day 2: Future kids AU

Word count: 17.9K

[ericac318]

Love Across the Multiverse

Summary:  A member of Team Flash, and Barry’s sister, brings Harry out of his rough shell through love but even theirs has complications. This story starts with flashbacks to when they met and works its way to the present. Harry Wells/OC

Chapter 1

Enter Harrison 'Harry' Wells

Season 2…

“What the hell is he doing here?” Addison asked while Barry was distracted. She walked into the Core to see Harrison Wells and marched forward, slamming her fist into his face. He crashed to the ground without a fight.

Barry turned, “Addy, that isn’t that Wells,” he shook his head, “He’s from Earth-2.”

Addison shrugged her shoulders, “Sorry,” she offered her hand to Wells 2.0, helping him back to his feet. “How do you know he’s so trustworthy?”

Cisco nodded in agreement, “I second that. Just because he isn’t our Wells that doesn’t mean he is a good guy.”

Barry sighed, “He saved my life last night. He knows Zoom and I think his help outweighs the risks,” he looked at Addison, “Help me out, sis.”

Addison looked at the man again, taking in all the Wellsiness of him, “I’ll give him a chance. But, one wrong move and I’ll make sure he doesn’t get back up from my punch,” she warned. She looked at him, the mark on his face bruising already, “Come with me and I’ll get you some ice for that.”

Harry rolled his eyes but nodded, as he followed her, but was stopped by a comment from Cisco, “We’ve been doing just fine without him. That’s all I’m saying. We’re batting a thousand against these breachers.”

“A thousand, Crisco?” Harry replied, his tone arrogant, “What’s your sample size, ten?”

Addison grabbed his arm to pull him with her, “Let’s not make you enemies on your first day,” she suggested, guiding him to the kitchen where she could get some ice for his face.

He sat down once they reached their destination while Addy made an ice pack before bringing to him, holding it gently against his face.

“I am sorry about that,” Addy began, “I have super strength so I was probably the last one who needed to punch you,” she revealed.

He waved off her concern, “I’ve been punched before, it won’t be the last.”

“We are probably going to call you Harry,” she replied, “You know, to differentiate you from Harrison Wells version one.”

Harry almost cracked a smile at her comment, “Whatever you need to do to help me take care of Zoom once and for all. Has he shown himself to your team yet?”

Addy shook her head, “No, we’ve only seen his agents sent to take care of Barry before he has to. Luckily, my brother has a great team so we can keep him safe. Though, your knowledge and experience will certainly help,” she offered her hand, “Do you accept my truce? I promise to see you as Harry and not the evil monster from our past.”

Harry’s lips did curve into a smile that time as he took her hand in his own, “I accept. Now, can we get started on taking down Zoom?”

Addy nodded, standing to lead him back to the Core and get started.

A/N: Keep reading here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15500010/chapters/35982543

[samanthalightning]

She's Got A Date- EoWells x Allen!reader- Part 8 (Alternate Ending)

*Credits to the owner of this GIF*

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII (Other Ending) |

A/N: Welcome back y'all!! God, I missed writing so much. I just want to thank @elfwoodfae for requesting this, and having so much patience with my writing speed lol. Aside from being an amazing person, she also writes equally amazing stories. So if you have the time, please check it out. Here's the link

Warnings: FILTHY SMUT. Angst (as per usual). Grumpy Cisco lol

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This world can hurt you

It cuts deep and leaves a scar

Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart

And nothing breaks like a heart

How did it get to this? You do not know. All of the past few weeks were a blur, and yet the horrors of it never seems to be forgotten. They lingered and taunted you, made you afraid in your own home. Of him.

You hurled out to the hallway, sprinting straight into the elevator. The adrenaline fueled you ten times more than a drug would. You injected him with something to destabilize his speed, and you don't know how much time that bought you, you just needed him to get out. From what you just saw, heard and discovered. You can't recover from that. You keep on pressing the button, even if you knew it wouldn't increase the speed to get down. Minutes that felt like eternities, you reached the garage level. The burn in your lungs and the sore of your legs was replaced by a percolating relief, as you run for your car's direction, getting near it. But you can't escape this.

Your chance flies with the wind, when a whoosh of wind brushes against you. In a blink of an eye, the evil speedster was right in front of you, and had taken hold of your cheeks tightly.

"I don't wanna hurt you, Y/N. So you have to stop being a brat!" He scolded, gripping your skin so harsh, you began to cry again.

He wrapped his arms around you, more like coddling you like a baby, then sped you away.

He was going too fast to see anything through your mortal eyes, so you closed them. Recovering from your dizzy state, you began to realize he took somewhere underground with large tubes and dim lights. You assumed you didn't stray far away from the lab. Maybe some room yet to be discovered.

Oh, and you were strapped to a chair.

“I know this is exactly how this will go. I tried giving you the easy way, but you’ve never been one to underestimate,” he discussed, tapping the device of sorts in his hands— a helmet that is straight out Professor X’s Cerebro.

You tried to move, wriggle your way out of the straps, which was impossible considering how tight they wrapped around your limbs.

“What is that?” You gulped, your panic skyrocketing as seconds passed.

“This…” He stalked towards you with a sinister smile. You know it can't be good. “Is Plan B.”

You want to trust his words earlier, but you have yet to know the extent of his capabilities. Also, you don't know what this helmet would do to you. It might kill you too.

He immediately put the helmet on your head. "Please, no— please!" You shrieked.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m doing this for us,” he chides. "I love you. And I'll see you."

“I love you.” Those words used to mean so much, now they make your skin, even your own existence prickled with disgust. You felt sick, you felt used far worse than a ragdoll or a toy, and you felt like the stupidest person in the world. To think you wanted to build a life with this person— this monster.

He kissed your forehead tenderly, then moved to your lips. You did your best to pull away, but he only cupped your chin to deepen the kiss.

When he pulled away, he had the biggest, proudest smirk ever.

“Har-”

I heard you on the phone last night

We live and die by pretty lies You know it, oh, we both know it

These silver bullet cigarettes

This burning house, there's nothing left

And just like that, you felt the jolts of electricity coursing from your head down to your toes. Screams and pleas cascaded out of your mouth. You tried to fight against and break free, it's like it increases the voltage the longer you put up a fight. It's stretching and pulling the strings of your mind, you feel like you're about to lose your own head. You felt so helpless. You looked at him, begging him to stop, though he's so convinced of his plan. He just watched you. You knew you were gonna die. You were getting weaker and drained as the time passed. You wondered why it ever led to this, you just wanted a happy family. Why must it always be taken away from you?

Your eyes rolled up, and just before it closed, tears escaped. The last thing you thought of before everything went black was your daughter. You don't know what he's going to do with her. You prayed to God that Barry finds her and saves her.

Well, nothing, nothing, nothing gon' save us now

At the West's residence, five people are doing his undoing. Or at least, attempting to.

It seems they were arguing, as Caitlin opposes some theories. She couldn't still wrap her head around the idea of their mentor being a villain. Barry abruptly sensed the impending danger, looking over his shoulder to listen carefully. Joe noticed Barry no longer listening to them and was all rigid. He was to ask, but he saw the man in yellow speed inside, circling around them. He took out his gun, alerting everybody.

“What the hell?!” Cisco exclaimed.

Caitlin was abruptly pulled out and taken away.

“Barry!” She shrieked and reached out, but Barry wasn't fast enough.

"Caitlin!”

“Shoot!” Eddie cursed, panicking.

They swiveled their heads trying to catch sight of him and attempted to nick him.

He came after the other detective.

“Joe! No!” Barry screamed.

Then it was Cisco.

“Barry, He-”

“Cisco!”

Soon, the other detective.

Once they're all gone, he comes face to face with the Reverse Flash. Barry bursted out of the house and into the city. Chasing each other's tails, they circled around the city, it's citizens witnessed the colors of streaks, the summer breeze burnt their cheeks flushed.

Well, there's broken silence

By thunder crashing in the dark

And this broken record

Spin endless circles in the bar

Barry opted to outrun him, knowing he wouldn't do anything good to his friends if he's dead. Though the Scarlet Speedster pivot, he was caught off-guard as the enemy anticipated it. He was thrown flying to the trash bin in some dark alley.

He grunted, attempting to stand up, as he appeared before him. “What did you do to them?" He demanded.

“Don't worry, Barry. They’ll be fine,” he answered in his Reverse-Flash voice.

“It's you, isn't it?” He seethed, eyes piercing. And he swore he saw him smirking. “What do you want?”

He stopped phasing and took off his mask. Barry was right and never in his life had he wanted to be more wrong. He was manipulated and betrayed by his own mentor.

“My family,” the Doctor replied. “Now, cooperate. She would hate to see you gone.”

He lunged at him, then everything around Barry went dark.

He went to where his little light was. Home. Peering over the crib, he saw she was still deep in sleep amidst the chaos that's going to unfold. She looked so small and fragile, two month old. Joe said she looked like you, even your Dad when you showed him pictures. But you knew that her eyes are like his— Blue like the ocean, but a hint of green you wondered where she got it from, though it's expression never ceased to be mysterious and curious.

“Hey there, princess,” he murmured. “I know what Daddy did wasn't good, but he has to do it to keep family together.” Henrie barely moved when he caressed her soft cheek with the pads of his thumb, instead found comfort and familiarity under his touch. It was unsurprising, he's her father after all. “Besides, it's never fun to be good, right?” He smirked when his daughter cooed, and took it as an answer. Oh, he was never filled with this kind of pride and happiness— all worth the sinister acts.

This world can hurt you

It cuts you deep and leaves a scar

Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart

Mhmm, and nothing breaks like a heart

First missed game night in years for a date night. And Joe apparently invited everyone, and you're to miss it. Sucks, but you gotta admit, a night out ain't so bad. And you know that Joe and the rest of the gang will keep an eye on her your whole date, and their game night.

"So, where y'all staying tonight?" Iris asked from across the living room, cuddling with Eddie at the end of the couch.

You laughed, giving the man standing beside you a side-eye— only because he deserved it. He maintained his stoic expression as always, but you know he's swimming in joy having all the secrets.

"I don't know. This guy is keeping it as a secret,"

"Aww. That's so exciting!" Iris exclaimed.

"It is, when you're not dying of curiosity," you seethed, glancing up to him, and scrunching your nose to prove your point about the fun you're not having.

He didn't react, instead gave you a quick peck, as if that's to amend his secretive nature.

When he pulled away, he whispered to you, "We have to go now,"

You nodded with a frown. You hugged the now 14-month old, chucky and chubby Henrie in your arms. It's hard to say goodbye. The dread, anxiety and guilt that sits on your chest at the mere thought of going out and not bringing dear Henrietta is heightened right now.

A pair of large hands travel down your waist to give it a squeeze. You already know what it means. As if on cue, she reached out to her father and said her first and favorite word, much to your dismay.

“Da-da.” Harrison gladly took her.

“You go be a good girl to Poppop, okay?” You told her. “We'll miss you. We'll be back before you know it.” You kissed her forehead tenderly.

"She'll be fine, Y/N," Barry assured.

Harrison gave your daughter a kiss on the cheek, before handing her to your older brother’s arms.

“No carousing around the city, and no— listen to me, Barry— no ice cream!” You chided Barry with a stern look.

Frankly, he was annoyed, especially because he vowed to be the coolest uncle in the world. But Barry has yet to say it, but it was only two years ago, you were his baby sister that he had always looked after and teased for fun. Now you're a mom, nagging him for what and what nots— having an actual child to look after. You radiate a different energy now, formerly childish and clumsy; something more mature (even more than him) enveloped you, your smile and gestures are gentle. But you're still raining on his parade. His head snapped from her to you with disbelief etched on his face. There it is. That look. You're the party pooper again. You frowned.

“Come on, Y/N. You can't deprive people of ice cream. And it’ll be fun! Uncle Barry and Henrie time!” He insisted, bouncing Henrie and lifted her hand, gesturing as if they were partying and dancing. Your girl happily giggling in return. Seems like agreeing with Uncle Barry.

“Well, it wasn't fun last time. She got a stomach ache and we were up all night.” You continued angrily. “Iris, can you watch him?”

“Yup.” Iris nodded with a grin.

Barry blinked and gasped, offended (fauxly) by the request.

“Watch me? She gave her the Mint Chocolate Chip one to try maximum flavors!” He stated, pointing a finger at Iris. She was stunned, it quickly flickered to fuming at him.

You internally scoff, they'll never get angry at each other for more than 5 minutes. The next minute they'll wind up at the Jitters' rooftop in the late hours of the night, talking about anything regarding being the Flash for an article, they say. You had warned them about how the meetings can't be a good thing, but they assured you that no funny business is going on. Physically, but emotionally, mentally, even if they don't realize it and chalk it up as old Barry and Iris.

Yes, Barry is trying to move on with the rest of the world, coming to terms that Iris West is not the only girl in the world, that he'll find his lightning rod. You love Eddie— he's a good man— but you know that was a bunch of bullcrap, because you lived with them enough to know that they'll never find anyone better than one another. Shame that they're as slow as snails to realize it.

“Ooh, Barry Allen— snitches get stitches!” Eddie shook his head.

“Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Uncle Fun and Auntie Flavor,” Joe chuckled.

“Thank you, Joe,”

You clasped your hand together, mustering the strength you have left, before you change your mind about leaving. "Okay, guys. We'll all see you later!"

Everyone stood up, and went for a quick hug. Not something that's odd, but it's just that you see each other everyday, and will see each other tomorrow, so it seems so weirdly affectionate. They usually just say bye.

“Have fun on your date night," Caitlin whispered kindly to you, as she held onto the hug. You thanked her, before letting go.

"Yes. I hope you enjoy your date. Bliss of union is something beyond the expression of words. I remember when Clarissa and I—"

"Dude, TMI." Cisco whispered to the professor through his gritted teeth. Unbeknownst to you, they all shot the Professor a look.

“Good luck with her tonight," Harrison told the gang.

Ronnie shrugged, barely hearing the warning. Foolish, optimistic and amateur, you thought.

"Eh, it's a good practice, 'case Cait and I decided to have one of these,"

"In three to five years." Caitlin sidled up to him, a hand placed on his chest, and the silver band on her finger glinted against the light. It took you back to that intimate ceremony almost 5 months ago.

"In three to five years.” He repeated, as if receiving an order from a commander. He then smirked, he ghosted his wife’s ear, voice dropping low, and you do not know if it's intended or not. "Besides, that leaves a whole lot of room for practice.”

You blinked, taken aback. Harrison merely cleared his throat, and Caitlin’s eyes and mouth agape, flushed and scandalized. Ronnie grinned like a sick bastard.

"You better be just talking about this baby.” Cisco murmured, taking a sip of his drink. He turned to Henrie beside him.

"Instead of listening to this man, listen to Uncle Cisco's new project, it doesn't involve smooching all day,” he stated bitterly in a baby voice. You were offended, though you will admit that more than half of the team being a couple does distract people sometimes.

The subjects of the affection rolled their eyes and reacted negatively.

"Oh come on. You know it's because it's all you talk about. The only person in the precinct who can understand what you're saying is Barry," Eddie piped in.

"I think we should head out before we witness a tantrum. Cisco often has it worse than Henrie.” The doctor whispered from behind. You hit his chest with the back of your palm.

"Shut up."

"Oh no, he's right," Joe chimed in.

Cisco heard him, shooting daggers at your old man. He began stomping to the kitchen in retreat, and as good friends do, you all laughed at him.

Despite the amount of hugs you received tonight, there's one person you wouldn't mind having a thousand hugs from. You opened your arms, beckoning to Joe. He obliged, though you were caught off guard. He held onto you for dear life, as if you're off somewhere far and long. Tighter than he did when you left for college. As you both let go, you felt the heaviness of everyone’s on you. There was something in their eyes that made you feel as though you weren't informed. You are becoming concerned and your face begins to etch it.

"What?" You asked, puzzled.

"Nothing." How they were so quick to answer it and the speed of their head swiveling is ridiculously suspicious.

You saw Joe's head craning his head up, training his eyes up even though there's nothing to look at up the ceiling. Then, you caught it. His eyes gleamed, almost.

"Joe, are you crying?" You asked, stunned.

He shook his head vigorously, but an audible sniffle was heard by everyone.

"No. I'm fine. You should go, have fun being childless tonight.”

You were to inquire more, but he began pushing you out of the house.

"O-okay. Bye! We’ll call!” You shouted as the door was slammed shut on your face.

You looked at your partner, who shrugged and was seemingly baffled as you were. You were itching to know what is up, the door is closed and you are going to be late. So you headed off.

As soon the door was shut, everyone stared at Joe. The boys were trying not to burst out in laughter, though the girls were a little sympathetic with the old man.

“Way to be subtle, Joe,” Barry quipped.

“Shut up, Barry," he retorted, as plopped down on his arm chair.

We'll leave each other cold as ice

And high and dry, the desert wind

Is blowin', is blowin'

When it comes to (the numbered) date nights, Harrison always has and always will keep the details to himself. At this point, you just try not to question anything at this point. You just get a smirk from him now. It's an improvement to your relationship, but it's utterly annoying.

You got into this fancy restaurant. As always, with multiple courses of food. You aren't complaining, as it's a nice treat every once in a while, especially having almost no to little time to make a proper dinner or lunch.

Now, he's driving to the hotel; Venazzi, you assumed.

Satisfied, full and honestly, pampered, you beamed as you gazed at him lovingly and lost. Stern and so focused on maneuvering the road, which you oddly adored. You wonder how you got so lucky with someone who was willing to give you everything.

Everyone talks about the one who made their beats fast, or skipped a beat, but it seems like the one who puts your heart at ease and awe is so rarely spoken about. Rare, but he's right here with you.

Your hand crept to his hand on the clutch, and as usual, he let go of it to open up his palm to connect with yours, fingers began to intertwine tightly.

"I love you. Thank you," you whispered to him.

"I love you too." He smiled, taking your hand to his lips and planted it on the skin on the back of your palm.

You exhaled. “I should be the one organizing all of this, because you have been doing so well with therapy. Dr. Kramer said that you’ve been doing quicker than most patients,”

“All because of you,” he murmured.

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow, as if scolding him for not mentioning it. You know he loves you, but it's not nice to discredit those who had involvement in the progression of how things are today.

“And Cisco. And Barry. And Caitlin," you continued.

“Yes, indeed,” he chuckled with a nod.

You grinned, rolling your eyes. You stayed silent for the rest of the ride, expecting to pull up at the hotel's driveway. Imagine your surprise when you realize you're not heading there. He pulled up at where you were all just hours ago, and everyday for the last two years. Freaking STAR Labs.

The bemusement couldn't be more etched on your face. You looked at him and asked, "What are we doing here?"

"Just trust me," he assured.

You stared at him, even more bewildered. He gazed back, wordlessly stating to just do as he says. Shaking your head, you just went along with it. If you made it this far with him, you'll be fine.

You walked around the old lobby, more like he let you wander; dark, as you all agree not to turn on any lights, as this place is barely even utilized. You feel so small inside of it with the sheer darkness and nothingness of it. It's lifeless, yet each time you enter this building you are whisked away with the countless mornings and evenings briefing memories. The special spot by the bannister that is in the center of the building is where the Doctor always made his speech. First time you ever saw him. You've come so far from that girl who just is a story down watching him, admiring him.

You spun around to face your partner.

You all headed for the elevator, and to add to your growing confusion, you headed for the cortex. You entered the room, as you do every single day for work. There's nothing special, it's dimmer than usual, probably due the fact it's like after hours.

"So, this is where you plan to whisk me away for the rest of the weekend, huh?" You joked with a cheeky grin to lighten up the mood.

"Don't I whisk you everyday?" He bit back to your surprise.

So you continued your little game. Stroking your chin with a pout, seemingly thinking hard.

"Hmm… sometimes your game's been lacking," you stated, holding back a laugh knowing how well that will piss him off.

"Lacking, huh?" He scoffed. He grabbed you by the waist, silencing your squeal with a kiss. He was so into it. So hungry and feverish; joyful, even to the point that the wind was knocked out of you. You reckoned it was just the thrill of having not to hear a baby cry in the background, as he smooches you.

His hands wandered a bit far down and gave your butt a hearty squeeze. He was getting a little excited and sidetracked. You pulled away from the thought of still having no idea why you were back.

"You still haven't told me why we're here," you said, breathless. You saw the way his jaw clenched and his lips pressed together. He's got something up on his sleeve, and he will torture you with waiting.

He exhaled sharply, before stealing a kiss from you. You took a seat on your usual spot, stared at him, brows arose that screamed what could you possibly be here for. He smirked, much to your dismay. One day, you'll be married to this man, and still be clueless about him.

"This is where you came to me. After the accident, you offered to do anything just to watch your brother," he explained.

"You kindly took in that mess," you murmured gratefully. The grin never left his face. A new record, you thought.

"Best decision I ever made." He stated proudly.

"I also confronted you here. Both times,"

Still very vivid to you how that night went. Oh, you made him work for it. First was beating around the bush with your feelings, then the whole secret relationship fiasco. Seems like it all happened yesterday.

"Almost lost you both times, too,"

"You couldn't possibly." He pulled you for yet another kiss with the same intensity as before, as though the act of it is like an addictive drug he cannot resist.

You pulled away, slightly absorbed his odd cheerfulness.

"Where to next?" You joked.

"Just follow me, please," he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you out to the hallway at a speedy pace. You feel teenagers sneaking about in a place they should definitely not to make-out just not to get interrupted.

You ended up in a very familiar, nostalgia-inducing storage room near the particle accelerator. You huffed, exasperatedly with all the walking and having no literal idea what's going on.

"This is where we kiss and make-up," You mocked, copying his voice, grandously opening your arms. You thought he was gonna shoot you glare, but he cracked a chuckle. You were so perplexed, it seems like nothing can bring him down tonight.

"Yes. Where you had the most ridiculous idea to date,"

You rolled your eyes. He still hasn't lived it down. Joe was a bit grumpy for a while, but he got used to it.

"It went well, Harrison. And if we hadn't come out by then, pretty sure we'll be having a pregnancy reveal that'll make you thankful that you were in a wheelchair," you reasoned.

And the pregnancy wasn't his favorite thing as well.

You heard him scoff. "Pretty sure that's exact scenario with Joe then,"

"He was much calmer," you argued with a sigh.

"With the silent treatment?" He snarked back.

You frowned and relented. He didn't like how Joe was during the first months of the pregnancy. You were crying every night, afraid you were never going to fix your relationship with him. It was a lot of stress for the three of you.

You left the storage room, and headed for the next part of this random tour. He didn't speak on your way to the next destination in the lab, his jolly aura had vanished and he succumbed back to himself. You didn't know if he didn't like the discussion earlier or was just being mysterious as ever. And of course, you're more anxious than ever; worried, yes, but the knot you feel in your stomach suggests something far more than dread, beyond pinpointing or perhaps you're just too confused to put the pieces together.

You know where you're heading, but don't actually know what's going on down there.

Once you reached the break room, you thought to see the usual set up, absence of light and life. No, you couldn't be more wrong. The furniture was gone, the room was illuminated warmly by the sheer quantity of candlelights, along with a myriad of petals littered on the floor; it was magical.

Slacked jaw and frozen on the spot, his fingers slipped into yours, tugging gently as he guided to the center of the room, the only part that seemingly lacks the decor. Just like that, the sweet melody played. He put your arms on his shoulder, his hands on hips, swaying perfectly with the rhythm.

There it is again: that freaking indecipherable face, that you're slowly getting to know; usually too overwhelmed inside to ever conjure an expression.

"What?" You asked.

He sighed softly, clearly holding something back. "Remember after night after you told me you can't dance around your feelings anymore. All those things I said?" Your brows drew together, shaking your head. Truth is, a lot happened after that and it's better to let him tell all rather than go through them one-by-one.

"You went on a date," he answered.

Ah. That. Yep. He was a nice guy, don't remember his name, but it went well as far as you remember. "What about it?"

"What about it?" He chuckled wryly, as if that made sense. He exhaled, locking eyes with you with a gleam that you can't recognize. Your heart beating fast, a feeling stirring inside that's making you worried.

"You came back here after that, and I was here too. Exhausted, stressed— all of the things that can't possibly be good, we're feeling that night. Then, you've always been so beautiful in my eyes, but there was something that night when I saw you in that red dress." His voice cracked, and he paused to collect himself.

That's why he made you wear a red dress.

You gasped internally, your mouth was too dry, you feel like you won't be able to speak. Tears brimming your eyes, because he spoke to you in a way that was too powerful, and the events of that night are coming back to you.

"I wanted to hit myself so badly, for making up excuses, for holding back, and all I could think about is how much I screwed up. And how I was screwed," he whispered. "And amongst other things, how foolish I would be if I didn't kiss you."

And he did. He kissed you that night with all the tension, passion and desperation for one another that was forced to be dormant. You gripped his shoulder to get a grip of yourself. He just knows when to say the most perfect things. You are so confused, as many times you've stated it, no one could possibly comprehend it like you do, as it is the only thing you understand. You're emotional over his new love declaration, you're at your day job that's been redecorated, and you don't know what it's for.

"Harrison—" you choked on your words.

For the first time you realized that his breathing is a little uneven. Heartbeat is a little bit speedy. He wasn't being clingy— he's nervous.

He wiped off your tears, cupping your cheeks and holding your hand, as he stared at you so enamored.

“Y/N Allen, I love you far more than I thought I could. You restored something in me— something long gone," He breathed out. "You make me feel alive; I breathe for you, I live for you, my whole world revolves around the warmth of your smile. You are the second of every day I want to cherish for the rest of my life,"

“Harrison, what's going on?” You shakily asked.

"You gave me the greatest gift; my own family," he said. "So if you would be so kind and generous to give me one more thing, it will make me the happiest man in the universe."

Holding your hand still, he began to get down on one knee. Your mouth agape, registering what is finally happening.

“Marry me, Y/N Allen." He took out a small, velvet from his pocket, opening it slowly to reveal a shiny ring that shimmered against the moonlight.

You saw his eyes glint, not with mysteriousness, mischief or curiosity. Of tears. Of joy. You broke down into tears, your hands flew to your mouth. You bent over, taking it all in. It took a while for you to speak because you were sobbing hysterically. You reckoned he was on his knees for too long so you mustered up the only thought you have.

“That's not really asking, but yes," you choked out. “I’ll marry you.”

He laughed, escastically slipping on the ring on your finger. He leapt to his feet, not giving you a chance to admire it on your finger, he swung his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground and crashed his lips against yours. Your heart was soaring with joy, the thunderous beats of it screamed it. It felt very wet, as you couldn't control the tears; it was messy, but hearty nonetheless. You could stay there forever, but the steadiness of your breath was slipping away.

Panting, you pulled away. His forehead rested against yours, you continuously sobbed, as you both whispered nothing but 'I love you'd to each other, which led to another kiss. He kissed you again ardently, taking you away from this world. You never felt so lost in something intangible, and you can't quite place it, but your heart yearned for it, searched for it, begged for it, and now, you have really found it— you have found the one.

The kiss was intensifying every moment. His hands ever gripped your hips, pressing you closer to his body. His lips with a mind of its own detached from your lips to hover over your ears, finally planting them on the skin of your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot on your neck and you couldn't help but elicit a moan.

The warmth in your belly spreads and grows like rapid fire, and your wandering hands are the fuel to it; from his chest down to his abs, he squeezed your rear, and your hand found his clothed hardness, palming it. The grunt you received from him satisfied you. He fiddled hastily with the zipper of your dress, undoing them. They slipped down to the ground and your bra was thrown inside, along with his blazer that you worked off of him. You shivered, feeling a breeze against your body, your nipples pebbled, and oh, he immediately ravished them so hungrily, kneading the other one, breast milk dripping off it. Your teeth dug on your lower lip at the sensation. You can already feel your wetness growing.

"Leave some for our kid," you joked breathlessly. It's like he didn't get it and proceeded to the other side. He may have said something about it being sweet before.

You busied yourself with undoing the buttons of his shirt until you were able to take it off him. You ran your arms against his taut back and to his abs you so adore. Your breath hitched, as his hand slid down to the waistband of your underwear, and to your shock, he ripped them off. Your gasp was swallowed by his lips knocking the air out of you again. He adored the fact that it's all wet, all because of him. He pushed two fingers inside, building up friction, before swirling your clit expertly in 8 figures. Your screams of pleasure were muffled. Abruptly, he pulled away, turning you around to face the entrance to the balcony, but his fingers never stopped.

"Thank you." He whispered, rasped.

"What do you mean?" Your mind was too fogged to even think.

"For being mine," he replied tenderly.

You heard his belt unbuckle, and of course, the excitement rushed to you. He pressed against his hardness against wetness, rubbing it up and down, before slipping into your warm velvety sheath, moans escaping your mouths. Slow, his pace at first; he took his time to be gentle, even kissing your shoulder. It was torturous, but so, so good.

"Babe," you begged, biting your lips.

"I know," he assured.

Then, his hips bucked and slammed into you like a crazed man. It hits your cervix, stimulating your bundles of nerves at the same speed. Your hand flew to his shoulder, and held on it for dear life— and you screamed. You screamed really loud due to all the sensation you're feeling. Your head rolled back on his shoulder, you gripped on his hair, his head buried in the crook of your neck. His grunt was loud enough for you to hear and it drove you wild; the drug of being filled and pleasured was taking over your mind rather quickly. Overwhelmed, you orgasmed with a shattering scream, arching your back.

He removed himself, turning you around to face him now. Huffing, you smiled at him, which he returned. The glee on the man was palpable, he didn't have to say anything.

He pressed you towards him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your lips met again, he caressed the line of your spine down to your butt. He hoisted you up to cling on his torso.

He walked to the adjacent wall leaning you against it, making you realize how truly hot your body was because of how cold it felt behind your back. You felt the tip of girth entering your folds, happy about being filled again. He didn't make the effort to take his time, thrusting in and out with an incredible force, your eyes rolled back at the sensation and mewled at the brief window between him reaching that spongy part. His biceps were clenched, a hand firm on your hips, as they supported you and guided as you bounced on him. The other cradled your neck. Your legs locked around his waist.

Remember what you said to me?

We were drunk in love in Tennessee

And I hold it, we both know it

You ran the pads of your thumb against his cheek. You were in awe of the sight of him, how the candlelight illuminated his features. He just looked so perfect. So focused on making you feel good, sweaty, his glasses had gone foggy, and reeks of sex, sure— he was utterly perfect and so right. You lay your sweaty foreheads together, panting, grunting and moaning; the tender moment of vulnerability, and the reality of it all sinking.

This isn't a dream— you can't wake up from it and feel a pang of longing.

Both of your highs were coming, your fingers dug on his taut shoulder, in tears once again, as he thrusted inhumanly fast into your cunt. Your moaning gradually gets louder, along with his guttural groan as the ecstasy burns in your lower belly and veins, your velvety walls clamped down on him, quivering as the catharsis overwhelmed you. The silks of white ribbon surrounded them.

Breathing so heavily, your limbs limp, and strength has yet to come to you. You couldn't let go of him though. You just wanna hang on to this moment. Your hand traveled down his wet chest, your eyes shifting on the glimmering band on finger. You still can't believe it.

"I'm going to marry you," you sobbed.

"You will," he rasped. "I love you,"

"I love you too. I love you so much,"

He wiped down your tears, and kissed you in a way that's comforting and warming.

You pulled away, grinning ear-to-ear. You don't even know what to say, seems like words will never sum up how it all is.

“That's why he was crying,” you blurted out.

“Hmm?”

You glanced up to him. “Joe. He was crying. He knew, didn't he?”

“I reckon Joe would appreciate it if I let him know." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How did you get him to agree?” You inquired.

If people think that after having a baby, Joe would become any less protective or critical of the Doctor, they couldn't be more wrong.

He exhaled sharply, as shook his head.

“He didn't at first, but I can be persuasive when I have to,” he answered.

“Thought that was me?” You chortled.

“Well, you certainly have your influences, Mrs. Wells,”

“Soon-to-be Mrs. Wells. You have to put a second ring on it, Mr. Wells,” you teased, motioning your left hand.

“Challenge accepted." He planted a quick kiss on your lips. He makes the word 'lucky' such an understatement. You thank God for your persistence, or else you would've missed the start of your life.

"I can't wait to spend forever with you," you whispered to him, intertwining your hand with his.

"May it never be enough time to be with you,"

He kissed your forehead tenderly. And you know, deep in your heart. The chaos, they will come and they will stay, but you have found the one to weather the storm with. You are never going to let him go.

This is really it. The beginning of forever.

Nothing, nothing, nothing gon' save us now

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That's it, guys! Thank you so much for reading! I actually had to remove a huge chunk of this story because I reached the maximum blocks 😭 breaks my heart, but the show must go on! If you can, please like and reblog, even comment if you have some insights! Love you all, and it's so nice to be back! See y'all next time xxx

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I huffed into the Cortex and plopped down in the seat next to Cisco. He spared me a glance before quietly getting up and leaving. I ran my hands through my hair and let my head hang while tugging on it. I didn’t notice the scientist that was staring at me with a small smile on his face. I bit my lip to keep my tears at bay. It had been a tough day at work and I didn’t want to burden anyone in Team Flash with the troubles I had seen. The noise of wheels on the floor brought me out of my self-induced trance. I squeezed my eyes shut before taking a big shaky breath. A hand on my back drew my attention to the man who had sat down next to me. 

“You alright (Y/L/N)?” Harry asked. I shook my head and he stood up with open arms. I stayed seated and pressed my forehead to his stomach while wrapping my arms around his hips. He chuckled as his arms fell onto my upper back. One hand played with my hair and the other rubbed small circles between my shoulder blades. It was quiet for a while before he spoke again. “Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was low and soothing. I sighed as I moved closer to him and held him tighter. 

“Just a long day at work surrounded by idiots.” I mumbled out against him. Harry chuckled and pushed me away gently so he could see my face. 

“Aren’t you always?” He teased. I rolled my eyes and he finally noticed how red they were. “It was worse today wasn’t it?” I nodded again before he pulled me tightly against him. We stayed that way for about ten minutes before Harry pulled away. 

“Hey.” I mumbled weakly as I went to grab his belt loops. Harry danced just out of my reach and smiled down at me. 

“You trust me right?” He asked, a ghost of a smile playing on his face. I nodded and Harry stepped closer before swooping me up into his arms. 

“HARRY!” I exclaimed. He laughed as he helped me settle in his arms before leaving the Cortex. He took me into his workspace that also led into his living quarters. Why he had never taken me up on the offer to crash in my guest room stumped me. Harry set me down on the bed that was in the room just off the main room. I could still see him as he moved towards the board. I could see his smile as he rolled it over to me. “What are we doing?” I asked as I tucked my legs under me. 

“I’m going to draw something and we are going to throw things at it.” Harry said as he focused on his drawing. I laughed as I shifted my weight so I was more comfortable.

“What are you drawing?” I asked as Harry focused. He shushed me and I moved to lay down on his bed. “Wake me when you are done. I’m exhausted.” I yawned which drew Harry’s attention to me. His smile grew softer as he watched me quickly fall asleep. I gripped his pillow as the world fell away. I missed Harry taking off his glasses and smiling at me while covering me with his blanket. 

“I’m just going to let you sleep.” He whispered. “You need it. More than you know.” Harry leaned down to kiss my head before going back to the board and erasing the drawing he had made. Equations soon replaced it and Harry would look back at me sleeping in his bed when he would start to get frustrated. I slept through the Meta Alert and only woke up when Cisco burst into the room. 

“(Y/N)! There you are! Come quick!” Cisco yelled as he shook me awake. I groggily pushed him away before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” I slurred out, my mind still foggy with sleep.

“It’s Harry! He got hurt!” Cisco was practically pulling me out of the bed at this point. When I heard that Harry was hurt, I woke up quickly and ran out of the room with Cisco hot on my trail. I skidded to a halt when I reached the medical ward. Harry looked up at me from the bed where Caitlin was patching up his shoulder. Neither noticed me until Caitlin turned and saw me. 

“He’s going to be ok. Just a flesh wound.” I smiled at her reference before focusing on Harry. He was wearing a black tank top and I couldn’t help the blush that crept up on my cheeks. It was so rare to see him without his typical several layers of black. The room started to clear out by the time I found the courage to move to his side. Harry looked up at me with a slight longing. I swallowed before meeting his eyes again. 

“Hi.” I said as I sat down on the bed next to his legs. I started playing with the blanket out of nerves. 

“Hi.” He said. Harry’s hand closed over mine before he spoke again. “You heard Caitlin. I’m going to be just fine. Just a scratch.” I giggled as he smiled at me. 

“A scratch? Your arm’s off!” I faked a British accent which made Harry laugh. 

“Tis but a flesh wound.” Harry responded, making me laugh harder. “I’ve had worse.” His eyes met mine again. “Seriously (Y/N). I’m fine.” I nodded and he interlocked our fingers.

“What happened?” I asked quietly. “Must have been a while since I slept through most of it.” Harry shook his head. 

“It wasn’t that long. A Meta got into the Labs. Came right down to where we were and I….well….” Harry trailed off and looked away. I stood up before I gently turned his head back to me before squeezing his hand. 

“You what?” I asked. Harry blushed and fixed me with the same look he had when I had entered the room. 

“I defended you. The Meta was after you. Something about your powers. I don’t know. I didn’t really pay much attention to it.” Harry admitted. I cupped his cheek and smiled down at him. He pressed against my palm before kissing my wrist. 

“Thank you.” I whispered before leaning down and showing him my thanks in a kiss.

[ironstarkstiel]

Elevator Confessions

A/N: Well surprisingly...people actually read and liked my last Harry fic. So here we are. I have Anxiety, mostly Social Anxiety but anyway, today I had an anxiety attack and after leaving the room and calming down and watching some edits, I thought this would be a nice idea. So...Anyway, I hope this is okay. :) (I wrote the majority of this listening to SoMo songs and it was a trip. 😂)

Key: H/C=Your hair colour

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warning: Slightly heated scene but no real warning needed.

Summary: The Reader and Harry get stuck in a Star labs elevator together, Harry comforts the reader when she starts to panic, he tries to take her mind of it and ends up definitely being successful.

*Gif isn't mine, all rights are to the owner.*

It was way too early to actually be at Star Labs, but for the past few weeks this is what you had been doing. Coming into ‘Work' earlier than everybody else, hoping to possibly bump into a certain handsome genius, Harry. You had occasionally done exactly that, and been spending a large part of your mornings helping him work on whatever he had been losing sleep over the night before. If you were being completely honest, you mostly used this time to ogle at him when he wasn't looking and make small talk. You enjoyed having this time to get to know him better, without having any other distractions, like the rest of the team, or the constant Meta attacks. On these mornings, it felt like time was standing still and there was nothing to worry about, just you and him working alongside each other.

Today you were just sitting in the cortex, adding some notes into a file about a past Meta Barry had caught. Unnoticed by you, Harry walked up to the room, choosing to lean against the doorway, arms crossed. When he realised you didn't know he was there, he chose to watch you, admiring the adorable way you gently bit your lip and crinkled your eyebrows in concentration, smiling lightly at the action.

You turned around to go and get a drink from the kitchen when you spotted Harry and jumped in surprise. “Jesus Christ Harry, don't do that!” you exclaimed, hand held against your chest, as if your beating heart would leap out otherwise.

Standing straight, he chuckles, smirking at your reaction. “I'm sorry, although technically I didn't really do anything, I was merely observing from afar,” he admits.

Realisation hitting you, you start to fidget. “How...how long exactly?” You uttered, only peering up ever so slightly to glance at him.

He gives you a curious look and asks “Only a few minutes, why? What were you doing?”

“Nothing really, just...thinking, I guess, I don't know. Anyway, did you need something?” You question, tucking the H/C strands of hair behind your ear and straightening up, looking at Harry.

“Oh! Yes! I was just curious to see if you'd like to help me some more on adjusting the new power-dampening cuffs?” He scratched his head “I mean...only if you're free I mean.”

For someone who could come across as so confident, maybe even arrogant sometimes, he really could be pretty sweet, when he starts to open up and a little awkward, in the best way. “Sure!” you say a little too excitedly, before clearing your throat and adding “I mean, I'm not busy, so why not? Although...again with the handcuffs? One might start to think you're hinting at something,” you raise an eyebrow and smirk playfully.

Shocked at the suggestive meaning in your words and the sudden confidence in your voice, Harry raises both brows and let’s out a surprised huff, giving a quick laugh “I'm sure it would take lot more than that to persuade you though Y/N."

“I don't know, you can be pretty charming sometimes, when you're not busy being a grump" You flirt back, until you look down, realising he could probably never see you that way.

“Charming? Huh....w..wait. Grump? I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm a joy to be around, I'm great! I mean, why else would you be spending your mornings with this old grump, hm?” he teases back.

Looking around the room at any and everything in the room other than him, you choose to change the subject. “Right, are we going to work on these cuffs or not?”

Harry nods at you and you both start to walk towards the elevator, in a comfortable silence. You call for the elevator to reach the floor you're on, waiting patiently, briefly taking a peek at Harry through the corner of your eyes. You also take a second to think about how much you appreciated the bed head look he had been sporting lately.

The elevator doors open and Harry gestures for you to go first, walking close behind. Both in the elevator, Harry reaches over and hits the button for the lowest level, that contained the room in which you had both been spending most of your time at the moment.

The Elevator arrives at the floor, before bouncing ever so slightly, suddenly throwing you off balance. Harry reaches out, catching you between his arms, stopping you from falling down. Puzzled you look up at Harry for a second, eyes then returning quickly to the elevator doors. They don't open. Why aren't they opening?! They should be opening by now?! Breath. Assess the situation and breath, you think to yourself.

Warm firm arms still holding you, you realise your position and the feel of Harry around you. His arms encasing you, his scent surrounding you, a clean fresh scent, strong, with a hint of coffee. A dizzy feeling starts to take over you, although you're unsure if it's from his close proximity, or the anxiety bubbling from within at your enclosed space. Taking a trembling breath and giving a small shake of your head, trying to level yourself, you slowly remove yourself from Harry’s embrace. “What is going on?” You look up at him, like he has all the answers to every question you could possibly come up with.

“The elevator must have malfunctioned. I'll try to call Ramon, we won't be able to access the controls from here.” He mumbles out, while tapping away at his phone. “No service. Typical.” Sighing, he shakes his head at the situation taking place.

You feel your whole body tighten, heart beat starting to increase, erratically thumping against your chest, palms and cheeks heating up, fear and worry coursing though you. “What...what do we do?...how do we, oh go-" You choke out, words not forming, your words and mind hazing in panic. Your breathing becoming turbulent at the possibility of being trapped inside these four metal walls, with no evacuation plan.

Looking over at you, Harry takes a few seconds to evaluate your current state. Becoming aware of your shallow breathing and shaky fumbling hands, Harry gives you his full attention, hands resting on your shoulders. Firmly but calmly he assures you, “Y/N, listen. Look at me, look here at me, Y/N,” You timidly lift your head and meet his comforting gaze, eyes rapidly blinking. “Everything is fine. It's just an elevator malfunction. Ramon and the rest of the team will receive an alert that one of the Elevators is unresponsive when they arrive, okay?” He tries to sooth you, softly rubbing your shoulders. “You need to slow your breathing, your body is currently experiencing an elevated increase in your cortisol levels.”

“Harry. I know what an anxiety attack is, that isn't helping!” you cry out, starting to feel faint from the amount of oxygen you were taking in. You heard what Harry said, albeit just. But it wasn't helping, it felt as if the walls were pulsing, taunting you and almost as if they may begin to close in on you, at any given moment.

“What does help?” he asked, asking himself more than you. He rubbed his forehead with one of his hands, mind working like clockwork, before quickly looking at you again for a split second with an idea forming, closing his eyes again, taking a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, he looks straight at you, taking your face between his hands, quickly leaning in and pressing his lips firmly against your own. Stunned, you stop breathing for a moment, taking in what was happening, blinking in disbelief. Before you have time to register it completely, he pulls back and studies you, mouth turning up slightly at the corners in relief.

“It actually worked...I am extremely sorry Y/N, believe me, I am. But it worked...?” He breathes out.

Confused you ask him “Wait what? What worked?” You realise you are no longer panicking, but then it dawns on you. Harry just kissed you?

“The kiss! I had a theory...That...well, that you might hold your breath when I kissed you, thus helping even out the carbon dioxide to oxygen ratio in your body.” He explains.

Responding with a simple “Oh....” you look down at your feet and brush your hair from your face. So it finally happened and it was just to calm you down...great.

“What’s? What's wrong? He looks at you puzzled.

“Nothing, don't worry, Thank you.” Giving him a curt nod and a fake smile, before turning away and walking back to lean against the back wall.

Stepping towards you he puts his hand on your arm “Y/N, talk to me,” he tells you.

“I just....I thought that’d kiss meant something else, I don't know, it was stupid okay, I'm sorry. You helped me, thank you for that.” Refusing to look him in the eyes, scared of the reaction he would be expressing.

“I don't understand...” his voice barely above a whisper. Of course he doesn’t, he hasn't caught on to your ridiculous school girl crush at all before, even with how blatantly obvious you were, always having been terrible at hiding your feelings. Why would he understand now?

Taking a deep breath, your current elevator predicament long forgotten, experiencing a new kind of nervousness. “It means....I've wanted you to do that for a long time now and then when you actually do....it's not because you want to, it's to solve a problem.” You mumble, before bracing yourself to look up at his tall figure, ready to face his judgement. His emotions are unreadable, worry bubbling within you, you begin to ramble out “Oh god, just...ignore that, Harry, please, I never said anything. Please just preten-“ He silences you by pressing one of his fingers against your lips, successfully ‘shushing’ you so to speak.

“As much as I love hearing your voice, I need you to keep those pretty lips sealed for just a minute, so that I can speak, okay?” he chuckles. Barely moving your head, you nod, his finger still against your lips. Slowly gliding his finger over your bottom lip before removing it, he starts to admit, “Trust me Y/N when I say, I definitely wanted to. I have done for a while now, I just assumed you would never want an ‘old grump’ like me, you could do so much better. Plus, I think it’s highly unlikely I would have came to that conclusion, had I not wanted to.” He smiles softly at you.

You can't process it, you scan his features for any clue that this isn't real, finding nothing but sincerity. Going to open your mouth to speak, you quickly close it again, trying to choose your words wisely. With false confidence you attempt, “Would you want to do it again?...maybe properly this time?” but it comes out more shy and broken than anything.

“Very much so.” He says huskily. You both look at each other, the atmosphere suddenly changing, eyes clouding.

Before either of you even realised you were leaning towards each other, Harry's hand coming up to hold the side of your neck in his hand, thumb resting against your jaw. His lips first softly grazing against yours, hardly even touching, he pulls back barely a centimetre, teasing you. You tilt your head forward, chasing his mouth with your own. He loses the patient battle happening within himself and locks your lips together, both moving in sync. It starts off sweet and gentle, smiling happily against him at his unexpected tenderness. Slowly, starting to feel heated, the movement turns hungry and passionate. Tasting vanilla and that small trace of coffee on him, you want more, needing him to invade all of your senses.

His other hand moves against your waist, he presses closer to you, essentially trapping you against the wall. Deepening the kiss, your tongues dancing against one another, your hand winds into his hair, fingers threading through the dishevelled locks, faintly tugging. He groans at the feeling. Hands moving down, caressing your side’s, before landing just below your ass, leaning down ever so slightly, lifting you, body sliding up against the elevator wall, the chill of the metal contrasting with the feeling of your fiery skin.

Your legs wrapping securely around his waist, feeling him firmly against you. Moaning, you gently bite his lower lip, as he starts to slowly break the kiss. He rolls his hips against you in reaction. He trails open mouthed kisses from your jaw line, down your neck, resting where your neck and your shoulder meet. Placing one more kiss there, before sucking and biting down on the area, marking you with a faint splash of purple, tongue running over the skin soothingly. Head nudging lower, littering more soft presses of his lips around your clavicle.

Your hand falls down to his abdomen, pulling at his shirt a little, untucking a small part, fingers slightly raising the dark fabric. You smooth your finger tips across the sensitive skin of his hip bone, his hips stuttering in response, grinding hard against the apex of your thighs, you accidentally let out a small appreciative whine at the friction. He looks back into your eyes at this, baby blues fogged over with lust.

“You're a little minx aren't you?” he says, voice gruff. You blush at this, looking down bashfully, light shy smile evident. He chuckles deeply at how you can be so innocently sweet, yet so sexy and bold mere seconds apart, leaning back in, reuniting your lips, profound emotion behind the fervent kiss.

“Please remove yourselves from each other’s embrace and remain at least 3 feet away from one another.” You jump at the unexpected voice coming through the elevator intercom, your eyes almost double in size. Cisco. Oh no. He must have seen you and Harry through the cameras when he was checking for the elevator fault, you had helped set those up, why didn't you think about that, you internally scold yourself.

“No, really guys. I'm happy you've both finally realised your little crushes on each other, after having put up with the awkward tension FOREVER but seriously move away. It's disgusting, none of us need to see it, get a room, not a shared elevator, ya nasty.” Cisco complains.

Harry sets you down, stepping away and holding both his hands up, mocking Cisco. Each of you at a different side of the Elevator, Harry gives you a wink and small smirk, cheeks turning a rosy shade of red again you look away, avoiding Harry and the camera.

“Okay, good. Anyway, the elevator is bringing you back up and the doors should be opening in roughly, 6..5..4..3..” The doors slide open. “Now" He quickly chimes in, pretending he knew the exact moment they would open.

You take a huge breath, leaning your head back against the wall in relief, looking at the now open doors and exit. Starting to walk out, you feel a hand wrap around yours, looking down, following the hand and all the way up the arm to Harry’s hesitant smile. It’s such a sweet and pleasant action. Unexpected but not unwelcome.

Hand in hand you walk back into the cortex to see Caitlin awkwardly avoiding you both as soon as you walked in, focusing on whatever she was working on. Ralph smirking walks past patting Harry on the back, “Harry you sly dog, didn't know you had it in you.” He remarks, walking out of the cortex whistling.

Cisco on the other hand, looked up at you both, shook his head and tutted, “The Elevator, really? Harry, you...you I don't even know anymore but you Y/N, I expected better!”

“Ramon.” Harry’s voice rumbles out.

“Yeah?” Cisco asks.

“Shut up.” Harry says, eyes boring into Cisco, like he thinks if he tries hard enough, Cisco might actually disappear.

“What? I'm just saying. I mean you do literally have a room right in this building Harry, I can breach you there if you need to avoid the elevator again.” He quips back.

“I think we'll just take your workshop.” Harry throws Cisco a smug look turning around, tugging you out of the room with him.

Cisco starts to chase after you both, “No, no you don't, come back her-HAAARRRY!”

[alex-aquarus]

[marvelsgirl616]

Professor Wells :)

[snowells2]

"you are all my first times" 👀👉🏻💗

[cavanaghcharactersxreaderfics]

I’m posting this picture guide in regards to some questions I’ve received.

All of the fics posted or reblogged here are in second person, (character x reader). Anything written in First Person or Third Person is Not a “reader” fic.

A fic written in first person, is based on the author’s point of view and is therefore describing themselves with the character in the fic (ie: “I said”, or “We kissed”), while a fic written in third person would technically be describing either an original character or someone else who is not the reader, regardless of using “Y/N” (ie: “She held his hand”, or “They drove to the store”).

Fics written in second person are specifically for the reader point of view and will always use “you” when describing the reader.

Hope that helped. Thanks for the questions.

- buffyann23

[helplessdreamersworld]

Broken Future - Chapter 9

Snowells week 2021: Day 2 - Future kids AU

Word count: 34.6K

[ocybubueowells]

Wells Men being in love with you, but you're in a secret relationship with Harry

Note: My first imagine !! It’s a short one I hope I didn’t do any mistakes I’m so nervous. Please tell me if you find mistakes I’ll correct them (writing in a foreign language isn’t easy)

GIFS NOT MINE

Hope you like it !

"I think I'm in love with 'er. She's tellement belle." Sherloque says, smiling as you enter the room.

The Wells Men were eating together at a table, because, yes, they don't argue with each other when they eat Big Belly Burger.

"Don't dream, Frenchman," Nash says, smiling at you too "I'll take her to my adventures, and take care of her like a queen." The detective opens his mouth in shock but doesn't reply.

"Halt! Sie wants nicht to go in dangerous places mit you. She needs to be with jemand sehr smart." Wolfgang replies, making sure he's looking well.

"Nah, I don't agree with ya," Lothario mumbles, stealing a fry to the German "She needs a man whose charismatic and can give her love, which means me!" he chuckles "I would like to grab her hips, push her against a wall then f-"

"Any of us need to picture that," HR cuts "Look at the thoughts you have about her. You don't deserve her at all! But I do because I know the little things and talks that can light up her day," he smiles proudly at him.

"Shut up, you moron," Harry says, throwing HR's coffee and burger on the floor. He then gets up, goes to you, grabs your cheek, and kisses you gently. Melting in his touch, you kiss back your boyfriend.

"I love you," Harry whispers in your ear.

"Me too, but I thought you wanted a secret relationship ?" you ask, confused.

"Those guys are in love with you and I wanted them to know you already belong to Harry Wells" he winks at you, saying the last eleven words out loud. He knows the others heard those words.

You both turn to Harry's doppelgangers, still being in each other's arms. They first look at each other, then turn to you two with widen eyes and screaming at the same time :

"WHAAAAAAAATH !?"

[samanthalightning]

WE'RE BACK!!!!!!

More than a year ago, I wrote this little series. Didn't expect it to go anywhere, but somehow, y'all actually liked it. So thank you very much to those who liked and kindly reblogged them. You guys are the best!💕

So, as you all remember, I ended it pretty angsty. I received a request to do an alternate ending to it, and I reckoned, why not? Don't really know how to do this, but I'll be posting that said alternate ending on Sunday, Oct. 10, 9AM (GMT+8).

See y'all soon, and if anyone wanna get tagged when I post it, feel free to hit me up.

That's all xxx

[countless-dreamsss]

Eobard in a Wells-Stack

Summary: After being captured by Team Flash for the hundredth time, Eobard gets a visit while he's in his cell.

Warnings: Slight profanity.

Primary pairs: N/A

Canon/Head: Canon

part 2

After capturing Eobard, who was now in Nash’s body, Team Flash left the potential threat alone in his cell. Eobard took off Nash’s jacket and threw it into a corner of the cell before taking a seat on the padded floor. His back pushed up against the wall, his eyes on the glass. He was to wait patiently, as he had many times before. 

“I’m going to get to each of them. One way or another.” Eobard told himself. “I’m done with the waiting.”

“Do you really think that, les yeux rouges?” A voice with a rather strong accent muttered. Two versions of Harrison Wells stood side by side in a corner left of our antagonist. The one who recently spoke lifted his hat before readjusting it on his head. 

“I wouldn’t underestimate them.” The other spoke. He scratched the side of his neck before shoving his hand into his pocket. “After all, you made them who they are.” He added. 

“Out of all the Wells that used to be in the multiverse, I get Frenchie and my replacement.” Eobard groaned in irritation. He leaned his head up, staring at the ceiling.

“Oi, qui diable appelle-t-il frenchie? My name is Sherloque. Sher-lo-que.” Sherloque corrected Eobard, taking offense in the nickname. He straightened his coat as he gave Eobard a nasty look before leaning against a padded wall of the cell.

“Calm down.” The other Wells said, rolling his eyes.

“Harry, he just—” 

“No.” Harry said, shaking his head. The two stayed in their corner. 

“I don’t understand why they keep chasing after a new Wells.” Eobard scoffed, and shook his head as he laughed. 

“The team doesn’t feel complete without Harrison Wells.” Harry quoted Caitlin. He remembered her saying the exact same thing to him when he was preparing to leave Team Flash for the first time before leaving them with H.R.

“You,” Eobard pointed to Harry, “you I understand, but him?” He said pointing to Sherloque. “I don’t see him being as much help.”

“Moi? I’m the one who helped them with Cicada, and—”

“I know what you did.” Eobard responded. “You’re the one who outed my little runner.”

“It had to be done.” Sherloque said.

“I introduced him.” Another Wells appeared, this one with a german accent. His hair and beard were white as snow. Another irritated groan left Eobard’s lips. His cell was slowly beginning to fill with variations of Harrisons. He already hated having to be with the first two. “I thought he was a good replacement after this one’s mind,” he pointed to Harry, “‘went—” and blew a raspberry with his mouth.

“That’s enough.” Harry interrupted him.

“You,” Eobard pointed to Harry again. “What’s on your mind?” He asked. “There's something there. I can feel it.” He furrowed his brows. The one questioned raised an eye-brow when asked.

“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked, leaning against the cell wall. “Just shut up.” Harry gave the other a forced smile before returning his attention to the padding below his feet. Eobard was intrigued at the hostility. 

“Maybe his daughter.” Wolfgang shrugged. “Ich weiss nicht.” He said. Harry shot a nasty look over to Wolfgang. 

“Don’t,” he snapped, “talk about my daughter.” Harry said. 

“Uff, Mr. I’m-smart-again-now is getting pissy.” Wolfgang rolled his eyes.

“Oi, have some sympathy. That’s his—” Sherloque shut his mouth once Harry gave the same look he had given to Wolfgang.

“Oh? So should I say someone is on your mind?” Eobard said, swiping his tongue across his lips. “Who is it?” Eobard asked, sitting up while fiddling with his fingers. He was beginning to poke at Harry.

“I said shut up!” Harry spat. He was already to the ceiling with Eobard's bullshit.

“I want to kn—” Eobard’s sentence was disrupted by the feeling of his cell moving. “Looks like we’re going to have more company.” Eobard commented. Harry sighed and looked down to the padding once more. The cell was pulled from its place along the walls where the other metas were held. Harry did his best to avoid Eobard’s gaze. As they grew closer, Harry felt a knot growing in his stomach. He was scared. He had a guess of who would be waiting for them by the doors, and he prayed he wasn’t right. The doors to the pipeline opened. There stood a figure holding a bag of food. “Cisco.” Eobard said invitingly. He stood up and approached the glass, his arms crossed against Nash’s gray shirt. Harry’s head shot up, and he looked past Sherloque to get a better look. It was him. It was really him. Harry was at a loss for words, and he swore he felt his heart stop for a second.

“Move.” He pulled Sherloque out of his, now standing next to Eobard. “Cisco...” Harry whispered to himself. His blue eyes locked onto him. He watched as the other tucked his hair behind his ear. Cisco looked rather morose. Given the circumstances he would be upset, but no, he looked too sad. The skin around his eyes and the tip of his nose were red. He had been crying. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Even though you don’t deserve it.” Cisco muttered while sniffling. “They made me go get you food.” Cisco held up a bag of greasy food and a large drink.

“It was sweet of you to think of me,” he said looking down at the bag, “even after I tried to kill you.” Eobard joked. “Again.”

“Starve.” Cisco sneered, pulling his arms back to his side.

“You tried to kill him!?” Harry yelled. Harry’s hands turned into fists, and he did his best to keep them at his side. 

“Not the first time.” Eobard smirked, looking at Harry. Eobard turned to Harry. He held his hand out. “I tried to do the y’know,” he shook his hand to mimic how his hand would vibrate when he used his speed, “but it didn’t work. No powers.” Eobard explained. 

“What?” Cisco asked. He was sure, he didn’t say anything.

“What?” Harry scoffed. “You knew you weren't in your body, and you still tried to use your powers? Genius.” He laughed. “Not."

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Cisco asked. It obviously wasn’t him because Eobard wasn’t even facing him.

“A few of your friends, Cisco,” Eobard said, leaning forward onto the glass, “are keeping me company.” He said referring to the three Harrisons in his cell.

“Friends?” His brows furrowed. Looking in the cell, there was no one, no one but Thawne in Nash’s body. Eobard nodded silently. He pointed in every direction that a Wells stood. One to Eobard’s far right corner. “A German.” Then to the far left. “A French.” 

“Wolfgang and Sherloque?” Cisco questioned, raising a brow. “How is that even possible?”

“Thawne!” Harry shouted, shoved Eobard. “Tell him that I’m here.”

“Fine.” Eobard said. All Cisco could see was Eobard being pushed out of place, but not by who.

“Tell him.” Harry said, his face was starting to turn red.

“There’s three of them.” Eobard sighed. 

“You only pointed to two.” Cisco said, his eyes looking over the places where Eobard had just pointed, imagining the two standing in those empty spaces.

 “Tell him!” Harry pushed Eobard again. He would have loved to take a swing at Eobard’s face, but instead he looked back over to Cisco. “Cisco, it’s me!” He shouted, although he knew the other couldn’t hear him. Harry began to pound his fist on the glass, hoping that would have some effect. The glass didn’t shake, but the sound of his fist making contact could be heard. He needed to let Cisco know he was there. He just had to.

“Woah.” Cisco took a step back when he heard the impact on the glass. “What the hell is going on, Thawne?"

“An American.” Eobard stated. “Sounds like World War II.” He joked. He pointed to the left of him, in the same direction the sound was coming from.

“Hey! We didn’t have that Scheiße on our Earth. Dummkopf.” Wolfgang pointed out.

“American…” Cisco repeated. There were a number of Wells who were American besides Harry. This didn’t help him out at all. It could be anyone. Sonny, Lothario, a million others.

“You know my fucking name!” His voice cracked when he shouted. “Tell him I’m here!” Harry yelled. 

“This one is very, very persistent.” Eobard snickered. He thought Harry was going to be harder to get through, but it was clear who the answer to his previous question was. “Want to guess?” Eobard asked, the pounding still occuring.

“Thawne!” Harry yelled. “Fucking tell him.” He chewed on his bottom lip when staring back at Cisco. He could feel a lump growing in his throat and tried to keep his eyes from glazing over. He just wanted Cisco to know.

“No.” Cisco said. “Tell me, or you can starve.” 

“You wouldn’t want to kill poor Nash, would you?” 

“I don’t need to feed you to keep you alive.” Cisco scoffed. “Water will be enough, for a few days at least.” He said, staring down Nash's body.

"I'm done with this." Harry grabbed Eobard by the back of his neck and pushed him closer to the glass.

“What the hell are you doing?” Eobard said, his nose just barely touching the glass. 

“What's going on, Thawne?” Cisco took another step back when Eobard grew closer.

"This one seems to have a temper." Eobard chuckled.

“Looks like he’s gone coo-coo.” Sherloque sang as he looked to Wolfgang.

“You’ve been testing my fucking patience, Thawne.” Harry said. “Breath on the glass.”

“What?” Eobard asked.

“Fucking do it.” Harry gritted through his teeth, Eobard’s forehead now against the glass. Eobard had a feeling this would get physical. He sighed, giving into Harry just this once. He opened his mouth and breathed out, covering a small part of glass in a cloudy fog. Harry used his free hand to grab one of Eobard’s fingers and dragged it against the glass, writing his name backwards in the condensation.

“This is some 'Coraline' shit.” Cisco mentioned as each letter had appeared on the glass:

YRRAH

“There.” Eobard said. “I did it.” He said as Harry stood him up. Cisco’s jaw dropped.

“Harry’s in there with you?” Cisco asked, a soft smile tugging weakly at the edges of his lips.

“Say it.” Harry demanded. 

“I already—”

“Say my name.” Harry said, tightening his grip.

“Lothario would love this.” Wolfgang chuckled, leaning against his wall of the cell.

"That man would love anything that you could relate to sex." Sherloque rolled his eyes.

“Did someone say sex?” Lothario said, the knot in the laces of his robe was soon to come loose.

“Oh God.” Eobard closed his eyes shut. How he prayed that this was just a dream. “Yes, Cisco, your beloved Harry is in here with me.” He said. He eyed the Wells as he finally let him go. 

“You’re lying.” Cisco said, shaking his head. So close. Harry’s heart dropped. 

“He’s not lying.” Sherloque said, shaking his head. 

"Not at all." Wolfgang said, fixing the sleeves of his sweater. It was clear to them that Harry was becoming fairly uneasy. They all knew the other couldn’t hear him, but if it could make Harry feel better, they tried to do what they could.

“Have I ever lied to you, Cisco?” Eobard asked. “Really, tell me. Aside from who I was, have I ever lied to you?” He questioned. Cisco stood silent for a moment. He knew Eobard was right, and maybe, just maybe Harry was really there, but he needed proof.

“Prove it.” Cisco said, he placed the food to the side and crossed his arms. 

“How am I supposed to—” Eobard was cut off when Harry went back to the tactic of using the glass. He knocked on it, multiple times. The two had come up with their own pattern if they were in trouble. Each dot was one knock, each dash was dragged against the glass. “Morse code?” Eobard chuckled. “You’re using morse code?” 

“Shut up.” Harry said, and continued to knock until he finished relaying his message:

-.-(K) ....(H) .-(A) -.(N)

“Harry.” Cisco let out a soft sigh. “He’s really in there?” He couldn’t see it, but Harry couldn’t be smiling any wider. In satisfaction of Cisco’s response Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. His job was done. 

“Yes.” He nodded. “He’s here. I told you he’s here.” Eobard said, rolling his eyes. He knew this would happen. He knew Cisco would get lost in the thought of his replacement. “Hey,” Eobard snapped his fingers at Cisco to get his attention. “Can I have the food now?”

“Say please.” Cisco said, grabbing the bag.

"I'm not saying please." Eobard shook his head.

"Then you're not getting any food." Cisco motioned to place the food back down.

“Cisco. Cisco, please.” Eobard sighed, “May I please have the food?” 

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Cisco said before walking to the right of the cell. He opened a tiny metal door on the wall and pushed the food and drink through. He watched as Eo gladly grabbed it before sitting down. “How long has he been in there with you?” 

“For a while now.” Eobard exhaled. He knew Cisco was going to want to know more. He rustled through the bag and pulled out a burger. 

“Has he said anything?” He asked. He was worried that Harry would probably slip up and talk about the both of them. No, Harry’s not that reckless. He wouldn’t.

“Nothing but to tell you that he’s here.” He said, unwrapping the burger in his hands before taking a huge bite into it. “Maybe,” Eo said after swallowing, “if you hadn’t given up my gift to you, then you could have sensed him.”

“Fuck you, Thawne.” Cisco acerbically, his eyes were filled with regret. He knew he was always going to be haunted by his decision on taking the cure. “I don’t want anything from you.” He said, but Harry was shaking his head. He wasn't going to say anything in front of Eobard that could possibly be used against him.

“You should speak to him while you can.” Eobard said, throwing some fries into his mouth. “I don’t believe he has much time left.” He took another large bite of his burger.

“Harry?” Cisco said. Harry watched as Cisco’s eyes scanned the cell. He was looking for him. Harry knocked on the glass once more to let him know he was still there. Cisco placed his hand where he believed the knock came from. Harry couldn’t help but do the same. Both of their eyes glazed with tears ready to burn their skin. “Te amo mucho. Te extraño. Lo siento.” He whispered.

“Yo también.” Harry responded. He couldn’t say he was fluent in the language. He only picked up on whatever Cisco would say or taught him during his stay on Earth-1. 

“How sweet.” Sherloque muttered to himself. 

"My heart. This is too sweet, but when did dumb-dumb get his smartness back?" Lothario said as he tightened the laces of his robe. 

"This is what happens when you're late. You were always late to our meetings before, and you're still appearing late now." Wolfgang scolded. Eobard watched Harry and Cisco silently. He remembered how that relationship felt. He remembered having Cisco by his side everyday as he played his ruse of Dr. Harrison Wells. All the time they spent renovating his house, the wheelchair, all of it. After everything Thawne had done to him, he knew Cisco wasn’t his anymore. Cisco hung his head as he let his tears fall. Each one burned his skin as they traveled down his cheek. 

“Hey, no.” Harry said, shaking his head. “No, no ll-...what’s the word again?” He asked himself, trying to remember the word. “Llores.” He softly coughed, holding back his own tears. “No llores.” He knocked on the glass, hoping he would stop.

“Fuck me.” Cisco whimpered. He gave a soft chuckle as he wiped his tears away, it was if he could hear Harry’s voice in his head telling him not to cry. He took a deep breath before looking back up at the last person he wanted to see. The two were eye-to-eye. He hated it. He wanted to see Harry. He wanted to see Nash and the others. He clenched his jaw and slowly backed away from the cell. Harry waved good-bye as the doors to the pipeline closed on them. 

“How sweet.” Eobard said, using a napkin to wipe his lips. During the short amount of time Harry was using to spend time with Cisco, Eobard used to devour every last bit of food in that bag. Harry returned himself to his corner and sat down next to Sherloque. “You love him.” Eobard said, gathering all of his trash and stuffing it in the bag. 

“What?” Harry said, chewing on his lip as he looked at Eobard.

“You love him.” He repeated, placing the trash to the side.

“He’s my best friend.” Harry said, looking down to his hands.

“So you do.” Eobard said, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I did too.” He nodded, looking down to Nash's shoes. "But, does he love you?"

“What do you mean? He just—”

“When he first saw you, Wells, and I’m talking about the very first time he saw you,” he said looking down to his hands. “I’m pretty sure the first thought that came into his mind was me.” A smirk pulled at his lips. Eobard had no problem with toying with Cisco’s favorite.

“Be careful.” Sherloque whispered into Harry's ear. The two closely watched Eobard. Sherloque could see where Eobard was taking this, and he wasn’t going to let the doubt in Harry’s head grow anymore than it already had.

“That’s what everyone thought. Everyone thought I was you.” Harry shrugged. He played it off. He remembered the first week he spent at S.T.AR. Labs, Cisco couldn’t even look at him. Their first conversation, Cisco told him how Eobard put his hand through Cisco’s chest and stopped his heart. Harry’s response to the traumatic story was a laugh. A fucking laugh.

“You were just a familiar face to him.” Eobard said, standing up. “One where once trust was broken, and then rebuilt.” He added.

“What are you trying to get at?” Wolfgang asked. Eobard, once again, was up to no good and he could sense it.

“I’m just saying, y’know,” he said nonchalantly, “it’s not really you who he was trying to become friends with.” Eobard’s tone became rather serious very quickly. “It’s me who he wanted back.”

“I doubt that.” Harry scoffed, but in reality he did feel threatened. He always had the fear in his mind that it was Eobard who Cisco was searching for. 

“Tell me, did he ever bring me up?” Eobard asked, his smirk growing wider. He was biting deeper into Harry, and it was written all over his face. 

"Yes." Harry nodded. "He would bring you up a lot actually," he said as he began to think of it. 

"What would he say?" Eobard asked, crossing his arms. 

"Never anything good." Harry said.

"You're lying." Eobard shrugged. "You're fucking lying." He pursed his lips in frustration and shook his head, his face was becoming heated. "There's no way everything he said about me was bad." 

"He only spoke about how hurt he was." Harry looked him in the eyes. "Hurt, knowing the one man he trusted was a fraud." He lied.

"It can't be just that." Eobard shook his head. "You're lying." He repeated. "I was his best friend." He said in a rather menacing tone. Eobard was becoming defensive.

"Was is past tense." Sherloque interrupted. 

"Shut up, Frenchie." Eobard held his hand up to him. "I was everything to him." He pointed to his chest. "I was the only family he had when his own would turn him away. It was me. Not you!" 

"You left him traumatized!" Harry yelled. He took a deep breath, holding his hands tightly together. "You left him broken, someone else came and picked up the pieces. That wasn't enough though," Harry said shaking his head. "He still can't get over you. Six years, Thawne. Six fucking years, and you’re still embedded in his mind."

"That's because he still has love for me." Eobard said. "I don't care how much you hate it, Harry. He does and you know it." 

"The thought of you sickens him." Harry gritted through his teeth. "You didn't deserve him."

Before Eobard could answer, another Wells appeared, and this one didn’t hesitate to throw a punch to Eobard’s face.

“Wer the hell is this?” Wolfgang said, pointing to the Wells that knocked Eobard over. 

“Who am I?” He yelled. “That’s my body!” He pointed the body that was now sprawled on the ground.

“You’re one that stole my diary.” Harry said, crossing his arms.

“You’re the reason the multiverse is gone.” Lothario said.

“Yes, yes I stole your diary.” Nash said. “I needed to know, okay?” He said. “I needed to know what was going on. Who I was seeing.” He said, looking around the cell. He noticed two that he’s never seen before. “I—” He froze staring at Lothario. “I’m not even going to ask.” 

“They’re the other Wells from when the multiverse still existed.” Eobard responded once he was back to his feet.

“Get out of my body.” Nash said. 

“I do what I fucking want. I’m not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.” Eobard said in that low voice of his. Nash cocked his arm, ready to punch Eobard for another time. His body or not, he wasn't going to let this slide. He knocked Eobard over for another time then climbed on top of him and continued to give Eobard punches to the face. This was the second time he was attacked today. Harry was the first to react. Oh how he too wanted to give Eobard just one good punch, but he was better than that.

"Nash, Stop." He hooked his arms under Nash's and pulled him off. The others followed, helping Harry to keep Nash, who was still ready to fight, in the corner of the cell. Eobard stayed on the ground. The 5 of them stood crowded, looking down at Eobard.

"This is gonna be fun." He gave a sinister laugh, his tongue picking up the drops of blood on his lips. He picked himself back up and sat down in the corner across from them. "Once I get out of here," he said, using the pad of thumb to wipe off any excess blood, "and I get my speed back, it's over for all of you." He gave a half-heartedly cut-throat gesture. "And you're going first." He pointed to Nash.

Translations:

les yeux rouges = red eyes

qui diable appelle-t-il frenchie? = who the hell is he calling frenchie?

Moi = Me

Ich weiss nicht = I don't know

Scheiße = shit

Dummkopf = Idiot/blockhead

Te amo mucho = I love you a lot

Te extraño = I miss you

Lo siento = I'm sorry

Yo también = Me too

No llores = Don't cry

Wer = Who

//thanks @smutfornerds for the name of the fic! if it wasn’t for her it’d be name something terrible\\