#harrison wells x reader
Imagine telling Harry that you’re trapped between Zoom and reaching the time vault…
“Y/n?” Harrison called over the phone. His heart leaping at the sound of your voice. “Y/n, where are you? We need to get out of here now!”
On the other end, you were running through STAR Labs as fast as your legs could go. You were gathering wires and tools that came your way in an effort to be armed.
“I can’t. He’s coming and you need to get inside the vault now.” Your sentence ending with sharp intakes of air. You could just imagine the look of horror on Harrison’s face and you wished that you weren’t the one to add additional worry.
“What? No, you need to come…” Harrison suddenly heard a sound that made his heart fall to the pit of his stomach – the proximity alarm on the computers and a whoosh on the other end of the phone call.
You gasped and hid behind a wall, pressing your back against its cold surface. The electricity spiked in the air even though Zoom was far away. “He’s here.”
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Imagine playing a risky game when Zoom attacks Earth-2 Star Labs…
“Henry, lock this place down and evacuate everyone!” Harry demanded, his tension levels rising with the imminent danger.
Henry, confused and worried, stumbled over his feet. It was going to be mayhem and you knew it. Zoom was quicker than the Flash and there was no room for slight error.
A lightbulb burst overhead, frightening scientists who fled and you grabbed Harry’s arm. “I can do it faster from the main grid."
Technically, you were right but Harry shook his head. "Absolutely not.” He turned and started to send instructions to the rest of the team when he felt a tug on his arm.
You placed a hand on his cheek and forced him to look at you. "I’m not asking.“
He didn’t like the idea of you out in the open while Zoom was upon the labs. He was also out of time to argue your stance without endangering all lives. Exhaling heavily, Harry placed a hand over your own and squeezed before passing one parting piece of information.
"Time vault - ten minutes.”
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Imagine trying to care for Harry after he’s injured…
You frowned while working the bandage onto Harry’s forehead. A simple task if the man had not been talking and gesturing about how he hated being confused with Eobard Thawne and that it was the reason he was kidnapped.
“We’re two different people! How can your Earth not see the difference?”
Without fail, his bandage slipped from your hold again and you huffed. “Harry.”
Finally, the man paused and you took advantage of his stillness. Taking a small swipe of the antiseptic cream, you smeared it over Harry’s bruise with your thumb before grabbing the bandage and gently sticking it over the injury.
“That should do it.” You told him and stroked his cheek. “By the way, I can see the difference.”
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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?”
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
