Nico, Devil May Cry 5

By the End of the Day (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines [Request]

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Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight with each other…

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“You’re an ass!”

“And you’re a brat!”

“Still better than being an insufferable ass!”

“Oh shut up! You should be used to it by now, ________!!”

Barry, Cisco and Cait peeked over the edge of the door, eyes wide with terror as they stared at you and Harry. For the past hour, the two of you had been arguing over God knows what and it had escalated to such an extreme scale that ceramic cups and textbooks littered the floor.

Cisco whispered over to Caitlin. “What do you think they’re arguing about?”

“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “But I’ve never seen them fight this much.”

“Same,” Barry agreed.

Normally the two of you were a cute couple - one that understood each other with little communication - but, for some reason, today was just an off day…

You were heated, full of rage.

And while you were significantly shorter than the multiverse physicist, everyone knew you could throw a punch just as hard as the man hovering over you.

By the looks of it, it wouldn’t take much more to reach that level.

Cisco turned to his friends, concerned. “Think we should go and talk to them?”

As if to answer his question, another book sailed through the doorway and nearly face-slammed Cisco.

The mechanical engineer let out a high-pitched ‘eep!’

“Nope! Never mind!!” He threw his hands up in the air and started walking away. “I choose life!”

And with that, he made his way down the hall and began distancing himself from the site. Contradictory to him, Barry and Cait turned their attention back to you and Harry.

You rolled your eyes at the man. “God, why am I even trying? This is so stupid!!”

“I know it’s stupid!” Harry hissed through gritted teeth. “And you’rethe one freaking out about it!”

“Don’t point fingers at me!”

“I’ll point my fingers wherever I damn please!”

“Oh, that’s realmature!”

“A lot more than you!”

You smacked your hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Then why don’t yoube the bigger person and walk on out of here?!”

“Mewalk out of here?!” Steadying himself on a nearby desk, Harry shot a cold, hard glare at you. “This is myroom, this is mylab!Youwalk out of here!”

“You know what?” A surge of anger - so raw that it was momentarily blinding - coursed through your veins. “I will!”

With a sharp grip, you reached for your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Harry scowled.

And while he was clearly out of the way, you went through the trouble of moving forward and slamming your shoulder into his prior to walking past.

Just to be extra.

“You little –!” The  multiverse physicist cupped his hand around his mouth. “Don’t you dare show your bratty face in here again!”

You stuck up a very obscene finger in response.

It didn’t take long before you reached the door and rounded the corner, to find Barry and Caitlin standing there in utter silence. Their mouths frequently opened and closed, as if neither of them were sure of what to say; but, after much debate, Barry decided to go first.

He reached for you. “Hey, ________, are you –?”

“Don’t touch me, Allen,” you hissed.

“Got it.”

You stormed past the Team Flash members and worked your way towards the parking lot. Hopefully, by the time you got there, you had an idea where to drive to so that you could cool off.

Similarly, Harry stood hunched over his desk. He was quiet, simmering - thinking over all the events that led up to your pointless fight. As his head cleared and his heart rate lowered, the bitterness inside him started to ebb away and he was left with nothing but remorse.

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It was late.

Probably around 3am.

You quietly made your way down the hall til you reached the last door on the right. Pressing the button on the side, the door panels slid open and you entered.

Bright luminescent light filtered through the room, casting a long shadow that fell across the foot of Harry’s bed. The man was still, unmoving; but, you knew him well enough that he was anything but fast asleep.

Taking a few steps forward, you tossed the bag off to the side and took off your shoes before crawling under the covers. You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled comfortably against his back, the smell of coffee and aftershave filling your senses.

His muscles tensed slightly upon contact.

Still, you continued to bury your face against him.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered.

There was a moment of silence - pure and awkward - where you just listened to his gentle breathing.

And then…

Harry rolled over and pushed you away.

At first, you thought he was still upset; but, soon, he clambered on top, straddling you on both sides, prior to slamming his soft, warm lips against yours. It had taken you by such surprise, that you were speechless.

Harry, then, took this opportunity to slip his tongue between your slightly parted lips and explored every corner, every crevice you had to offer.

He was hungry, demanding.

Needing every bit of you.

With such eager fingers, he laced his with your hair and tugged. Hard enough to physically manifest his desire, yet gentle enough to entice a soft moan from you.

You were light-headed and easily out of breath; but, that didn’t stop Harry from ravishing you.

It was a good minute or so before he finally broke away and rested his forehead on top of yours.

Through the dimness of the night, you thought you saw a remorseful smile. “I’m sorry too…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: can you pls do a fighty imagines with harry?? one where the oc and him make up and its just pure fluff in the end? thank you!! love your imagines btw :)

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A/N:
Due to a handful of requests, I have separated heavy, explicit material from this chapter and moved it to the next chapter. For those of you that want a somewhat cleaner ending, you can stop reading at the end of this chapter. And for those of you that want a dirtier ending, please wait for part III. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me on here or at reverse,[email protected]. Thank you :))

 WARNING:
Some smut, nothing too bad… 

Imagine:
Despite your adamant rejection, HR continues to pursue you… 

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“Dammit!”

Frustrated, you smacked the wrench against the ground and threw it across the room. It landed against the wall with a loud metallic ‘clang!’ and clattered on the floor in a useless, annoying manner. This, of course, did nothing to alleviate your mood.

“Stupid machines….” you muttered.

It had been hours since you’ve started repairs on the Speed Lab’s sensors, and made very little progress during that time.

Huffing indignantly, you pulled away from the monitors and scrambled oh-so-ungracefully to your feet. Fumbling with the hem of your shirt, you straightened yourself up prior to glancing over at the clock.

It read 7:52PM.

Another late night… you thought.

At this point, all of Team Flash had already gone home. Barry was probably in his apartment with Iris. Cait was spending the night at Cisco’s once more. And Wally was probably at Joe’s place, watching a movie with Jesse.

Leaving you alone in the lab with HR.

The thought of it made you both nervous and excited…until you realized you hadn’t seen the man in several hours.

It sort of worried you.

He almost always came by at six o’clock with a new pot of French Roast and a plateful of doughnuts for an evening snack. And a few times before then, he would come in and just watch you work.

It was a hobby of his.

But, as for today…

Nothing.

Maybe I was a little too hard on him… you thought. After all, HR just wanted to make sweet love to you. Nothing else.

Making your way towards the wrench, you picked it up and replaced it in a nearby toolbox. Heaving a heavy sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair. I should probably apologize…

It was a thought that was most certainly appealing.

At least, to your mind.

Your stomach, on the other hand, growled. Vibrations of hunger hummed all across your abdomen.

You cursed. “Dammit…”

You really should be more mindful of when to eat; but, whatever. Nothing you could really do, since you were so busy. At this point, your best dinner option would probably be to grab a sandwich from Jitters while they were still open.

Maybe even get a cup of coffee if their espresso machines were still running. You took a gander at your watch. I can still make it…

It was only a ten minute walk and Jitters closed in about an hour.

Plenty of time for dinner.

Hell, HR could probably – you stopped, mid-thought as a sudden guilt dawned on you.

Should you invite HR to come?

It would probably make things easier for you, make it so that you could finally sit down and talk to him. Maybe even discuss where this relationship should be heading off.

It was the smart, common-sense answer.

A complete no-brainer.

Yet, why didn’t you want to bring him along?

…Ah, whatever, you shook your head. Grabbing your jacket from a nearby machine, you slipped it on and zipped yourself up. Soon, you started making way towards the door. We can talk more about it tomorrow…

If you weren’t in the mood, chances were you’re going to say something stupid and it’ll just end up being absolutely awkward.

You’re making the right decision, you told yourself. No need to feel ashamed. Lots of couples don’t talk about stuff immediately…

You reached the hallway and made a turn around a corner, when you suddenly came to a halt.

There, standing a few feet away, was HR. He had been pacing, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers as he contemplated serious thoughts. It was a look that appeared completely foreign to him.

So much so that you almost mistook the man for his Earth-2 counterpart.

It wasn’t until a broad grin broke across the man’s face that you realized he saw you. Your insides twisted with nervousness.

“________!” HR cheered. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Shit…!You cursed. What do I do?!

He took a few steps forward, arms thrown wide open to embrace you. A charming gesture, had you not ducked under him and dodged it.

He stumbled a half-step.

Turning to you with a hurt look, HR started for you again. “________ –”

“Sorry,” you apologized promptly. “I gotta go. Jitters closes soon.”

Before you could make way down the hall and disappear from his sight, he leaned over and grabbed your wrist. An action that caused you to tense immediately.

Out of reflex, you attempted to pull away.

But the man wouldn’t budge.

A deep seated scowl scrawled across your face. “The hell, HR?! Let me go…!”

He pouted. “But if I do, you’ll just run away, right?”

“No –”

“________,” he cast you a significant look. “I just want to talk. I swear, I won’t do anything that’ll make you mad.”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re making me mad right now.”

“How?” He blinked in surprise. “All I’ve done is hold on to you.”

“Exactly,” you pointed out. “And I - don’t like - being - manhandled.”

With every break in your sentence, you attempted to yank your limb out of his grasp; though, it wasn’t until the last frustrated cry that he finally let you go.

For a moment, there was silence.

Nothing but the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing - courtesy of yours, truly - occupying the hall. From the corner of your eye, HR watched you intently.

A sudden realization dawned on him. “Is that what you’re angry about?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“That,” he gestured vaguely to your existence. “That whole me-dominating-you type of deal. Is thatwhat you’re making such a big fuss out of?”

“Big fuss out of–?” You flushed bright red when you recognized that he was on to something. “Shut up…!”

“Thatisit, isn’t it?” He let out a bright chuckle as he pocketed his drumsticks away and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “I’m sorry to say, but…I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

You looked away, completely abashed. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean…” He pressed his lips to yours lightly, lovingly, taking you by surprise. “I love you so much, I just want to be with you in any way I can. And my gosh, do I need to remind you how beautiful you are?”

He peppered your face and neck with kisses, so warm and sweet, it tickled you completely. In the end, you couldn’t help but feel part of the anger ebb away.

“Dork,” you muttered under your breath.

Of course, HR heard the loving nickname and smiled against your skin. “Does that mean you’re not mad at me?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, still embarrassed. “I don’t know. Probably.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Probably?”

You avoided his gaze.

Intimacy had always been a big issue with you. You’ve never been with a man and we’re always terrified of giving yourself to anyone who just wasn’t “The One.”

Old fashioned as it may seem, it was still a very real concern for you.

As if reading your thoughts, HR ran his hands through your hair and comforted you.

“Well, my love,” he grinned. “Sounds to me like you need more convincing.”

More convincing?

Before you could ask him more about what he meant, HR suddenly pulled away and knelt down on his knees. Your heart raced as he gently parted your legs and moved to occupy the space inbetween.

You stared at him, wide eyed. “What are you doing?”

“Asking for forgiveness,” He beamed at you with his brightest smile. “If I kneel down and kiss your legs, would you still be mad?”

He reached forward and started unbuttoning your pants. Panic shot up your spine.

“W-wait, hold on a sec –” You fumbled with your words as your lover unzipped your pants and - quite gently - rolled it down to your calves.

He hooked his hand behind your left knee and brought your leg forward so that you could rest your foot on his thigh. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, as if he were a knight in the presence of a queen.

“________,” he started, voice husky and sweet. “I love you. I am your devoted admirer, your one and only lover and I will never betray you, never take you for granted.”

Shifting his head, he placed a light kiss against your knee.

“You are my light, my joy, my goddess who fills my dreams each night with blessing.”

He planted another kiss.

“You are my truly beloved.”

And with that, he trailed up a little higher so that his lips grazed against your thigh. His grip was gentle; yet, even then, you could tell how much he wanted to feel for all you had to offer.

A bright red blush clouded your cheeks. “HR, you really don’t –”

“Oh, but I do,” he kissed once more. “And I will continue to until you know how much I love you.”

You stared at him in uncomfortable silence as he trailed further up you leg. Nervous, you tried your best to steady yourself against the wall.

“But –”

He cast you a significant look.

“All I want,” he continued on, “is to swear my devotion to you.”

With big, bright eyes, he gave you his most sincere look and smiled. And it was at that moment, your heart twisted with so much embarrassment that you couldn’t help but lower your head.

HR’s smile broadened. “Besides…”

You raised your head to meet his gaze, just in time to see him hook your leg over his shoulder and use his free hand to press you steadily against the wall.

Your nerves were shocked with anxiety.

“If you’re enjoying yourself this much,” he grinned. “You can’t possibly be that mad.”

He leaned towards your inner thigh.

Your cheeks flashed a bright red.

“Idiot…!” You attempted to wriggle away, but the man somehow managed to keep you still. “Don’t do that here! What if –”

His tongue slipped from between his lips, trailing from the back of your thigh to the front, which he puckered his lips against and gave the plump of your thighs a gentle suck.

You tried your best to hold in a moan; but, it quickly slipped out when his teeth gave a slight pinch.

Flustered, your hands flew to his head and attempted to push him away.

He barely moved as he continued to nibble.

“S-Stop!” You squealed, as HR pulled in closer, tugging the top of your panties so that he could lick the area where your pelvis met your thigh. “We really shouldn’t be doing this here…!”

From down below, HR cast you a mischievous look.

“What?” He asked, voice deceptively sweet. “You want to do this elsewhere?” 

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A/N:
I was watching “Madagascar 2: Escape from Africa” when I came across a scene with King Julian trying to give Melman (the giraffe) advice…
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Imagine:
HR noticed that Harry has a thing for you and tries to offer him advice
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“Hey, buddy ol’ pal.”

HR walked up to his genius doppelgänger and grinned widely. With a cup of coffee at hand, he nudged Harry suggestively prior to giving him a significant look.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Harry couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “About what?”

“Well,” HR shook his head side-to-side, as if wondering how best he could approach the subject. “I couldn’t help but notice that you have a slight…affection…for our little electrical engineer.”

At the mention of you, Harry’s mouth dropped slightly and he found himself speechless for a moment. “What’re you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, now,” HR grinned widely. “Don’t try and act like you don’t know.”

He shook his head, still in denial. “Sorry, I don’t do crushes.”

“Of course you don’t,” HR agreed. “But you do fall in love.”

Harry scoffed. “That’s absurd.”

“Deny it all you want,” HR raised his cup of coffee, prior to taking a sip. “But I know you, compadre. We may be two different people with two different backgrounds, but we still share much of of the same thoughts.”

“I doubt it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Unconvinced, HR pursed his lips. “So, you don’t mind if I go and talk to her then?”

Harry could feel the temperature inside him rising. He really didn’t want to talk to anyone - much less, his lookalike - about his “affection.”

He knew HR was merely blabbering to get on his nerve; but, with the mischievous tone in that last sentence, he couldn’t help but take the bait. “What do you mean, talk to her?”

“You know, talk,” HR suggested innocently. “Preferably over a cup of coffee, but dinner and a movie works too.”

Just then, a slight movement caught both of their eyes.

Turning their attention to the door, they saw you walk down the hall, smiling and chatting profusely about the latest sci-fi movie with Barry. For a moment or so, Harry’s eyes trailed after you, listening intently to see if you had any plans to pursue a movie date with Barry.

Not that he felt threatened or anything.

He just didn’t like any thoughts or suggestions pertaining to.

At last, when you disappeared past the doorway, Harry’s eyes swung back to his doppelganger, who greeted him with a smug smile. He scowled.

HR brought his cup up to his mouth and continued his teasing reaction. For a moment, there weren’t any words exchanged between the two.

Feeling victorious and that his presence was no longer needed, HR began making his way towards the entrance of the Cortex. No doubt to ask you for that dinner date.

Harry exhaled irritably.

“…Okay,” he started, causing his doppelganger to stop a half-step and turn in his direction. “Let’s say I do have a little crush on ________. Hypothetically.”

A smug upward jerk turned the corner of HR’s lips.

He ignored it. “What do you suggest that I do?”

“I am very glad you asked, my dear friend,” the E-19 conman set his coffee down on the table prior to approaching Harry and slapping his hands on the other’s arms. “I suggest you take a little lesson in romance. From me.”

“Right,” Harry rolled his eyes. “From you.”

HR cast his partner a significant look.

The incredulous smile on Harry’s face faltered. “Wait, you’re being serious…?”

“Absolutely!” HR chirped, rolling up his sleeves prior to rubbing his hands together. “Believe it or not, my friend, I am an expert of the female population.”

At this point, a part of Harry regretted ever giving in to his look-alike’s suggestions; but, he figured it was too late now. Plus, he was sure HR would keep persisting in giving him advice even he decided to retract his answer.

Slipping his arm around Harry’s shoulders, HR leaned in and held a finger up.

“Now,” he started. “Here’s what you do…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: so hai!!! i love ur imagines, their the best i’ve read so far and i absolutely love em!!! agh, like…yas please! lol anyway, idk what i want, but could you please write something for harry, hr and the reader?? any diea is okie but just something with them. thank you!! also, keep writing! i love it, and i love you <3 <3 <3

Imagine:
Cisco starts to distance himself from you and you have no idea why… 

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“Hey, Cisco?”

“Mm?”

“Is something on your mind?” You asked.

Walking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against the rooftop railings and stared at him as he gazed out at Central City. And while it was an admittedly beautiful scene, you could tell it was the last thing on his mind.

For a moment, Cisco looked as if he was about to respond; but, for some reason, couldn’t. Shaking his head, he averted his gaze and focused back on the view. “I don’t know…”

I don’t know…? That wasn’t a very Cisco-ish answer.

Frowning, you folded your arms and nudged him slightly.

The mechanical engineer glanced at you once more. A look of…well, you weren’t exactly sure what…had crossed his face, causing you to worry even more.

He had been like this since Barry and Iris announced their engagement. And for the first time in awhile, Cisco was sincerely happy for the speedster; but, as an unexplained side effect, he started avoiding you.

There were several times when you caught him dazing off, excusing himself from the room, and - though he wouldn’t admit it - spending more time with Caitlin than you.

While you understood that the two have been best friends since long before you two met, a part of you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

A dark, intrusive thought suddenly entered your mind. Is he…

He couldn’t possibly be leaving you for Caitlin, could he?

That wouldn’t make sense.

Would it?

You didn’t know anymore.

From the moment you met, Cisco told you “I love you” everyday. He always had. Reminded you constantly, and made sure you never forget. At first, it was a little overwhelming; but, after easing yourself into it, you found that it was one of the best things about him.

He had never given you a reason to question his affections for you.

Until today…

God, just thinking about it tore at your insides, an intangible hand reaching deep in your chest and a twisting its contents around. It was a pain you’ve never felt before.

You bit your lip. “Cisco?”

The slight waver in your tone was enough to raise him out of distraction. He turned to you, his mouth in a slight frown; only to deepen when he saw an unfamiliar glaze wet your eyes. His breath hitched and, almost instantaneously, he pushed off the railings and pulled you close.

Arm wrapped around your waist, Cisco reached up and cupped your cheek. It was the most he’d been physical with you today.

Your breath hitched.

Cisco furrowed his brows. “Hey, babe. What’s wrong?”

Your eyes watered even more.

“Nothing,” you lied. “Nothing at all…”

He didn’t buy it, of course.

The man could always tell when you were lying to him. Running his thumb over your skin, he stroked your cheek lovingly, tenderly, as he gazed deep into your eyes.

A very serious expression on his face.

“________,” he started, tone low and cautious. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then…” he started. “What’s on your mind?”

Another sick knot formed in your chest. Did you even have the guts to tell him? Wouldn’t he just consider you paranoid, clingy?

And then he would have a reason to leave you.

Just the very thought of it broke you.

Before you knew it, fat, blubbering tears spilled onto your cheeks and trailed messy saline streaks across your skin. His face blurred into the dark, star-studded sky; but, even so, you could tell he wasn’t all that surprised by your actions.

Rather, he remained calm.

That fact alone bothered you more than it should have.

Gently sliding his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, he laced his fingers into your hair and pulled you close. You buried your face, deep into the crook of his neck and sobbed.

Uncontrollably.

You knew you were upset, worried before coming to meet him; but, the extent of your actions were sincerely surprising to you. You hadn’t realized how emotional you really were…

Resting his head atop yours, Cisco continued stroking your hair. “Hey babe,” he whispered sweetly in your ear. “You know I’ll never leave you, right?”

His words caught your attention. “You won’t?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “‘Course not, Princess. I love you too much to do that.”

An overwhelming sense of confusion clouded your mind and you suddenly found yourself lifting your gaze to meet his. He stared back at you, face completely unwavering.

“If that’s true,” you swallowed. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Guess that’s my bad, huh?” The mechanical engineer flashed you a lopsided, though apologetic, smile. “Sorry. A lot of stuff’s been going on my mind.”

“Stuff like breaking up with me?”

You felt Cisco freeze. “Break up with you? What do you mean –?”

And then it hit him.

His lack of attention, his sudden absence in your life, when he spent almost all his time with you - it looked like the progression of a breakup.

No wonder you were worried.

His muscles stiffening, his eyes popping wide open, a look of absolute shock crossed his features. “No,” he grabbed your shoulders roughly. “Absolutely not…! It’s like I said, I love you too much, and I could never…I would never - ever- do that to you.”

He tugged you close, his arms with an iron grip. Practically suffocating, but comforting at the same time.

“Don’t ever think that,” he muttered, voice shaking. “Please.”

You let out a sniffle. “Then why?”

A momentary silence followed, filling the air between you. So thick, so dense, it almost felt like it was pushing the two of you away.

But Cisco tightened his fingers around your shoulders, an action that brought you back to reality. Through your locks, you peered up at him and stared at his face; but, couldn’t quite make out his expression.

It wasn’t until he pulled away that you realized he was happy.

Absolutely happy.

And it confused the hell out of you.

He smiled.

“Come here,” he tugged you forward until the two of you reached a nearby bench.

The mechanical engineer took a seat prior to pulling you in his lap. You clumsily fell in it, a lot less grace than you had hoped; but, nevertheless, he didn’t seem to care. Instead, Cisco slipped his hand to your back, his thumb rubbing in slow circles.

Your cheeks flared brightly. “What –?”

“I wanna show you something,” your darling boyfriend grinned widely. “For a while now, actually.”

Reaching into his pocket, he fished out his old, weathered-down, Harry Potter-studded wallet. The same one he’s always had his entire life.

You tilted your head in confusion.

Before you could ask, Cisco flipped open the wallet, used his free hand to open a zipped compartment and dug out a small object. It was shiny and delicate, gleaming wonderfully under the dim moonlit night. It wasn’t until he brought the item closer that you realized what it was.

A ring.

It had a simple silver band with three diamonds on top, the biggest one in the middle. Simple in design yet beautiful in essence.

You started once more. “What–?”

“It’s a wedding ring,” he explained, gazing at it rather fondly. “I bought it a year and a month ago, right after I met you.”

Mouth dropping wide open, you frequently switched your attention from the ring to Cisco. “Why would you do that?”

“Because,” he said. “I knew you were the one for me. The onlyone for me. And that’s never gonna change. Hell, I would’ve fought just about anyone to keep you by my side.”

The idea continued to baffle you. “Why?”

He chuckled, prior to pinching your nose gently. “I just said. I love you, silly boots.”

Okay.

You knew that.

Knew that he loved you so much to tell you everyday and you felt like a complete asshole for ever assuming anything else; but…

This was a ring.

A fucking weddingring.

If he was ever so serious enough to take that next big step…

You shook your head. “Then why did you ignore me today? Why were you spending all your time with Caitlin?”

God, the jealousy and accusation in your voice was just completely pathetic.

Even so, Cisco didn’t seem to mind and smiled. “That’s because, when Barry and Iris announced their engagement, it made me realize something.”

You swallowed. “Realize what?”

“That I want to be like them,” he answered. Lifting a loving hand beside your face, he continued to stroke your hair back as you struggled to keep your tears at bay. “I want to be the one at the altar, waiting for you to walk down that aisle and come to me, so that I can give you my last name.”

You sobbed, but Cisco muffled it with the gentlest kiss you’ve ever received.

“I felt really strongly about it,” he continued on. “Hell, I wanted to propose on the spot.”

You bit your lip. “Why didn’t you?”

“It wasn’t the right time,” he shrugged. “It felt like a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Plus, I didn’t want to take away anything from Barry and Iris.”

He pressed his lips against yours once more.

“They deserve to have their moment,” he said. “Just like we deserve to have ours.”

Though large, blobby tears kept streaking down your face, you managed to calm the emotional, blubbering side of you. Leaning forward, you nestled against the crook of his neck.

Brushing his hand up and down your back, he finally answered the last question you had on your mind.

“And as for spending time with Cait,” he smiled. “She’s been married before. She gave me a couple good ideas on how to propose.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Like what?”

A loving, adoring smile crossed Cisco’s lips as he shook his head.

“That,” he said, “is a secret you’ll find out one day.” 

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Requested by:Anonymous
Prompt:cisco proposing to reader pls?!?!?! thank you!! love your imagines btw…! <3<3 

Imagine:
You’ve always had a thing for Harry; but, he thinks otherwise…

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“I think that’s it…!”

Cisco set down the schematics and stared at it in wonder. For the past five hours, you and Cisco have been working on designing the nitrous grenades you were going to use on Zoom. 

You tried and you failed on many levels; but it wasn’t until you started making changes to the delivery system that things finally started to work out.

A broad grin broke across Cisco’s lips as he turned to face you.

“Man,” he sighed. “Have I ever told you I love you ?”

“All the time, Buddy,” you teased.

Cisco slid his hand over his chest and winced. A fake declaration of hurt on his face; though, you knew very well from his personality and bad acting, that he was just joking around.

From across the room, Harry looked up from his contraption and stared at the two of you intently.

You flushed.

While the man was much older than you, you had developed sort of a crush on him and it was completely driving you insane. Of course, your bestie Cisco knew about it and semi-judged you for it; but, nevertheless, helped you out.

It was one of the reasons why he stayed so late at S.T.A.R. Labs with you and Harry.

Just like now.

“So,” Cisco said, snapping you out of your daze. “What do you say we go out tonight? Drinks on me.”

“Oh, uh…” the question caught you completely off guard. “Sure?”

The mechanical engineer raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound to sure.”

“Well…”

While it was normal for the two of you to go out after work, you were really hoping to stay behind and possibly, maybe, sorta initiate an actual conversation with your dearly beloved.

Who knows?

He might like talking to you outside of work.

Hearing the slight ambivalence in your tone, Harry stared even harder at you. In a measure to avoid appearing awkward, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

You looked at Cisco, asking him for help.

Instead of saying something inconspicuous like, “Okay,” or “Maybe another time,” the boy let out a very soft, but very obvious, “Oooh…”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Don’t you dare…

Of course, he didn’t listen.

He shot you a sly smile. “I see what’s going on here…”

“Really?” You asked. “‘Cause I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

Fingers twitchy, you were so ready to beat the living crap out of him. Metahuman or not. Still, he viewed your actions as an irrelevant threat and made his way over to a nearby desk to grab his wallet.

“He’s one lucky guy, y’know?” Cisco grinned widely. “Almost makes me jealous.”

Your cheeks flared bright red. “Really don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Uh-huh.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth and excuse yourself from the overly awkward situation, Harry suddenly stood up, startling both of you.

A deep set scowl on his face, the multiverse physicist made his way towards the two of you and crossed his arms. For some unknown reason, he glared at you intently.

Cisco furrowed his brows. “You alright, Harry?”

He ignored him.

Instead, he focused all his attention on you.

“Y’know, ________,” he said, voice low and stern. “You really should tell Ramon. It isn’t fair to just string him along…”

You were confused. String him along? What does he –

Wait.

He doesn’t think–?

Beside you, Cisco cast him a mixed look, crossed between annoyance, surprise and flabbergastation. And before you could stop him, he spoke.

“What are you talking about?” He asked Wells. “She doesn’t have a crush on me.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so blind, Ramon.”

“Meblind?” Cisco scoffed. “Dude, she likes you.”

He frowned. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

There was an awkward pause.

Harry’s mouth slightly fell ajar and the shock on his face was completely genuine. So much so that you couldn’t help but lower your head from pure embarrassment.

The pause then prolonged into an abysmal silence that just gnawed at your insides. Your stomach churning, your skin sweating, you refused to look up.

Not that anyone could blame you.

Very few people could stomach the possibility of rejection, and you weren’t one of them.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry shut his mouth and swallowed. “Oh…”

Oh?You peeked at him from under your locks. What does he mean, ‘oh?’

Before you could string together your thoughts in proper order and sentence, Harry awkwardly uncrossed his arms and and turned on his heel.

The man walked back to his work desk and sat himself down, completely ignoring the fact that you and Cisco were still there, waiting for a proper reaction.

The two of you stared at him real hard.

But he refused to break.

Reaching over, Cisco slipped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a good pat.

“Come on,” he gently pushed you towards the door. “I think you’ll need that drink now.”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt:can you please do a imagines where you and cisco are close with each other and harry thinks you like cisco but you really like harry? thank you!! love your imagines btw :P

Imagine: 
Mick gets defensive about roasting a guy for hitting on you…
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“Brat.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Jackass.”

The heat between you and Mick practically sizzled the air, so much that it made the whole room unbearably hot.

Yet, two of you hardly cared.

Crossing your arms, you stood firm and held your ground. A defiant act that you knew would piss off the pyromaniac to no end. As if to prove your point, Mick glowered and took a step forward, his gigantic, lumbering frame hovering almost completely over you.

You raised your head to match his gaze.

“You know something,” he grumbled, baring his teeth. “You really piss me off.”

“I don’t see why,” you snapped back. “It’s not like I did anything wrong.”

“AndIdid?”

Just hearing his words made you scoff. “You roasted a man alive.”

Literally.

The burn patient had to be hospitalized and, if what Rip told you was true, had to be placed in rehab.

Talk about overkill.

Not that Mick cared much.

There was a dark twinkle in his eyes when he received the news.

“You’re welcome,” he said, recalling his pleasant memory. “Now, if that’s all you gotta say, get lost.”

He shoved past you and stomped away. Surprised, you stumbled and fell against a table, the corner jabbing right at your side. A sharp pain started.

Yet, you hardly noticed it as a dark, simmering anger boiled inside of you. For a moment, everything went red.

And then, the next thing you knew, your fingers wrapped around the edge of a cold metallic bowl and hurled it across the room. It bounced harmlessly off of the pyromaniac’s head; but, even so, he stopped mid-track and tensed.

His hard, veiny muscles rippled underneath his shirt.

While it was a view you found extremely hot, the dirty look he shot you over his shoulder was enough to drown out whatever attraction you held for him. Still certain, you crossed your arms once more and raised your head.

You dared him to hit you, smack you back.

You fuckin’ daredhim.

His hands still clenched in fists, he slowly turned his body to face you.

Mick scowled. “Oh, you’re gonna get it, girlie.”

Before you could ask the man what he meant, the pyromaniac was soon in front of you. He dipped down, wrapped his arm around your waist, hoisted you over his shoulder and stood up.

The sudden change in direction was enough to make you dizzy.

Shit, you cursed. For a big guy, he sure moves fast…

Still, you managed to somehow kick your legs and beat his back. Though you couldn’t see him, you knew very well that he rolled his eyes.

You pounded his back harder. “Let me go…!”

“Not a chance,” he grumbled. “Brat.”

“You’re so –uuugghhhhhh!!”

You struggled more and more to slip out of his grasp; but, his grip just kept getting tighter. Almost to the point where you choked out your stomach’s contents.

When you refused to cease movement, Mick let out a derisive snort, reared his hand back and landed a hefty blow to your behind. A sharp sting radiated across your skin, rendering your left cheek sore.

You gasped. “What the hell was that for?!”

“It’s like I said, girly,” he turned on his heel and started down the hall, towards his room. “You’re gonna get it…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: So, I was wondering if you could write a Mick Rory piece that involves a spanking??? Thank you ^_^

A/N:
Father’s Day Special, June 18

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Imagine:
Leonard comes back home to 2016 and visits you and his son…

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“So, how’s Junior?”

“Pretty rowdy,” you grimaced, as the mini-version of Leonard kept wriggling in your arms. “I swear to God, he gets it from you.”

A sweet, yet sarcastic smile splayed across his lips. “I sure hope he does.”

Pushing off the door frame, Leonard made his way across the kitchen floor and easily took his child from you, scooping him against his shoulder in an characteristically charming way. Almost instantaneously, Junior calmed down.

Releasing a much needed sigh, you ran your hand through your hair and crossed your arms. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” he smirked.

A few more moments of silence passed, before Junior finally fell asleep for the night. Leonard stroked his tuft of hair tenderly. “Think he’ll join the family business?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You mean, will he grow up to be a kleptomaniac?”

“You make that sound like a bad thing, Snowflake,” he smirked at you teasingly. You rolled your eyes prior to him shaking his head. “But no. I meant, do you think he’ll be a cop like you?”

Surprised, you blinked. “Baby Len, a cop?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, keeping his gaze steady on his tiny toddler. “I figured he should at least grow up right. Y’know…”

He gave a half-sure shrug.

“So he doesn’t end up like me.”

There was something in his voice - a slight ambivalence - that made you pause and stare at him. Though he avoided your gaze, he knew very well that you were watching.

You started slowly. “Hey, Len…”

“Yeah?” He refused to look away from Junior. “What is it, Snowflake?”

“Is something bugging you?”

There was a good chunk of silence that followed as you waited for his answer. Nothing but the sound of his nearly inaudible, low humming as he ran his hand up and down Junior’s back.

You didn’t pressed him though.

Instead, you waited patiently.

Based on past experiences, you knew very well that he was just trying to sort out his thoughts. The man hardly ever took a breath without planning out the next ten beforehand. 

Just then, Leonard turned on his heel and started walking towards Junior’s room. You followed him. Pressing his lips to his child’s forehead, he gently set down Junior and covered him with a nearby blanket.

Junior wiggled his nose prior to shifting his form and lying on his side.

Then, the snoring started.

Leonard cast you a look, one that clearly shared his thoughts: Now, he definitely gets that from you…

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Shut up…

Leonard let out a soft chuckle.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking,” he whispered so as not to wake up Junior. “As much as I hate my old man, there is one thing he gave me that I’m thankful for.”

You raised an eyebrow, completely caught off guard. Leonard never talked about his feelings, much less his own family; so, the fact that he was suddenly opening up to you - especially this early in the evening - meant that something was bothering him.

A lot.

You tilted your head. “What’s that?”

“My sister,” he answered in a definite tone. “Lisa.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

Several fond recollections passed through your mind as you remembered the brunette. While she did give you a hard time during your earlier years in the force, you and Lisa had learned to be decent towards each other.

Friendly, even.

Oblivious to your thoughts, Leonard continued. “If my dad hadn’t brought Lisa to my life, I probably would’ve ended up worse than I already am.”

You tilted your head. “How so?”

“Well, for starters,” the kleptomaniac cast you a humorless look. “Lisa showed me how to care for someone. Showed me how to care for you. If it wasn’t for her, I would’ve followed my dad’s footsteps; beat my wife, and used my children to do the same things he did to me. And that…”

He held up a wagging finger.

“…is  the last thing I’d ever want to do.”

A subtle frown settled on the corner of your lips. “Where are you going with this?”

Lifting up a firm, decisive hand, he grabbed your hip and brought you close. Surprised, you threw your hands up and steadied yourself against his chest, completely ignoring how cheesy the pose was.

You looked up at him.

In the dim,evening light, his eyes glittered like ice; though, the man you knew inside was nothing of the like.

You watched him carefully. “Leonard…?”

“Let’s have a baby,” he said decidedly. “Another one to keep Junior company.”

Though you heard the words loud and clear, it still took a moment for you to process his new, life-changing proposal. It was just so sudden,

Like,hell.

The man just got back from his time-travelling escapade a few hours ago, after disappearing from your life for a year.

And now…

Your brows furrowed. “Is that what’s been bothering you?”

The fact that he was afraid his son would grow up to be alone and unloved? That he would turn on his child and somehow force Junior to become a reflection of his darkest part?

It made sense though.

Prior to meeting you, the only love Leonard ever knew came from Lisa.

And he was trying to do everything he could to ensure that proper foundation was set and that there was no chance for Junior to ever stray down an unwanted path.

Leonard’s silence was the only answer you needed.

He stared at you intently, so much that it sent a shiver down your spine. Leaning down, he closed the distance between you until your lips brushed up against his. A handful of butterflies stirred in your stomach and tickled your insides.

God.

It’s just been so long since you’ve been with him. You wanted - no, you yearned- to feel the gentle heat from his body pass on to you.

But is it really the right thing to do? Frankly, you weren’t sure if you were ready to have another baby. It wasn’t just a decision you made in a split second.

You needed time to think.

As per usual, Leonard sensed your hesitation and pulled away - just far enough to observe you under his gaze. Your eyes grew wide, waiting for his response.

He let out a small chuckle.

“Look, ________,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face. “You don’t have to decide now. I get it.”

You pursed your lips. “But…?”

“But,” he repeated, the mischievous smile growing more by the second. “I do plan to have you. Tonight. As my wife.”

Just hearing those words caused desire to pool at your center.

Leonard wound his hand around your head and laced his fingers through your hair. He brought you close and pressed his lips against your forehead, a tender action that practically melted you like butter.

Your skin tingling, your hair standing on end, you were fairly sure he was aware of all that he did to you.

Pulling away once more, he rest his forehead against yours.

“So,” he hummed quietly. “What do you say, Snowflake?”

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Requested by:Anonymous
Prompt:daddy!snart x reader please?? i’ve been craving that sooo muchhhh <3