Canned Soup (E2-Harrison x Sick!Reader) - Imagines

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Imagine:You’re sick in bed with the flu and Harry is trying his best to help you feel better… 

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 “Canned soup?”

“Shut up.”

Quite flustered, Harry ran his hands through his hair and laced his fingers behind his head. He shot you a judging glare that told you not only of his irritation, but of his slight embarrassment as well.

You couldn’t help but smile.

Despite your shitty condition right now - messy, oily hair, stuffy nose, sore throat and killer headache - the man still found a way to make you smile. It was one of the things you loved about him.

Catching sight of your bemusement, Harry rolled his eyes and took a seat beside you. He tugged the yellow plastic bowl and spoon from your hands. 

“Look,” He said, stirring the chicken broth in a slightly irritable manner. “I don’t know how to cook. I don’t. But until I learn how to, this is the best I can manage.”  

He raised the spoon to his lips and blew.

“So, shut up.”

You opened your mouth to argue once more. “I wasn’t -”

“Shut up.” He repeated.

And with that, the multiverse physicist shoved the spoonful of soup in your mouth.

Gently.

At first, you gagged at the hot metal’s sudden presence in an unwanted place; but, shortly after, were able to cup your lips around the neck of the spoon and catch the soup before it splashed out and dribbled down your shirt.

Swallowing, you shot Harry a sassy glare. “What was that for?!”

“For being so damn noisy,” he grumbled, stirring your soup once more. “Say another word and I’ll shove this spoon down your -”

“Wow, okay,” you interrupted once more, this time a slight mischievous smile tickling the corner of your lips as you saw the man’s forehead vein about to burst. “That’s graphic. You always talk to girls like that, Wells?”

Another deep set scowl appeared on his features. “Just eat the damn soup.” 

Your sly smirk broadened. “Whatever you say, Boo.”

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

PUSHY (HR X READER) IMAGINES - PART I [SMUT/NSFW]

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WARNING:
Contains slight smut, nothing too explicit…
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Imagine:
It’s been weeks since you and HR started going out, and he’s been really pushy about having sex…
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HR pushed you down the bed.

The scent of coffee and cinnamon invaded your senses as the Harrison Wells doppelganger climbed on top and flashed you a very charming look. Leaning down, he pressed his lips tenderly against your neck and sucked gently.

“Ah…!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Though you couldn’t see him, you could feel his lips curve into a warm, gentle smile.

“Now, now,” HR warned, his hot breath brushing over your skin. “Keep your voice down. We don’t want the kids hearing us now, do we?”

A flash of crimson warmed your cheeks at the very thought of being caught. After all, having sex in the S.T.A.R. Labs guest rooms while the whole team was present wasn’t necessarily a good idea. Just the thought of it made your heart beat fast.

Wiggling away, you place your hand on his arm and gave it a firm squeeze. “Let’s…let’s stop for a bit, okay?”

“Oh,” the E19 Earthling stuck out his bottom lip. “But I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Without warning, HR reached up and gave your chest a gentle squeeze. A small moan escaped your lips. Using it to his advantage, he pulled one of your breasts out from the top of your shirt and puckered his lips to the already perky tip.

The overall sensation tickled, forcing goosebumps to rise up your skin and reveal your excitement. The reaction, of course, didn’t go unnoticed.

HR nibbled on the bud, a sweet tingle of pain and pleasure, prior to tugging gently. A soft ‘pop’ sounded as he released the tip and watched your wonderful blessing cease its movement. Your nipple peaked a bit more.

A satisfactory look spread across HR’s face.

“See?” He pressed cheerfully. “You’re excited too.”

Embarrassed and at a loss for words, you started for your shirt so you could cover yourself once more; but, your darling, sweet lover wouldn’t have any of it. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and held it above your head.

You stared at him with wide, nervous eyes. “What’re you - ?”

“You’re the same,” he whispered, pulling your other breast out so that he could gaze at all your glory. “You want it too, ________. I know you do.”

That’s true, but…

Just doing this, out in the open, when there was no door to separate your room from the rest of the lab…

It was terrifying.

What if someone walked in?

Oblivious to your thoughts, HR lowered his face and nuzzled against your chest. His free hand worked itself down your stomach, grabbing all that you had to offer as he made his way towards the top of your jeans. Though the man swore he’d never slept with anyone before, he expertly unbuttoned your pants and slipped his hand inside.

A shot of excitement - mixed with anxiety - tore through your body and warmed your limbs.

You could feel his fingers gently pressing against your folds, soft and considerate; though, it still had that needy touch that kept hinting at his desire.

Just then, the distant sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

Judging from the way it clacked against the cement floor, it was Caitlin. Probably looking for HR to talk about Wally’s training progress.

You started to get up. “HR –”

He slipped a finger inside.

Immediately, alarms went off in your head.

Wrestling as hard as you could, you yanked his hand out of your jeans and pushed him away. Though he knew your position in the matter, he somehow still managed to look surprised.

He stared at you, mouth hanging slightly ajar. “What –?”

“I said no…!” you huffed indignantly. “She’s coming!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Who’s coming?”

“Caitlin…!” you whispered harshly. “Can’t you hear her?!”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, HR cocked his head to the side.

A moment of silence passed between you two as you listened for the person down the hall. At this point, you could hear Caitlin talking to Cisco - about what, you weren’t sure - before they made a U-turn and faded away.

No one was coming.

A broad, goofy grin broke out across your lover’s face, and you found yourself pressed against the bed once more. He hovered over you, fingers pinching your trembling chin as he pushed you to meet his gaze.

“See?” he pressed on. “They went away.”

Yeah, but…

That did nothing to ease your anxiety.

“Now,” HR breathed, his sweet coffee scent intoxicating you as he covered your body with his. “Why don’t you just relax, and let me take care of you?”

He reached for your shirt once more.

“You want it too, right?”

SLAP.

HR reeled in pain.

The force of your hand knocked him off balance and caused him to topple off the bed. His cheek red and sore, he grabbed the side of his face and wailed.

“Ow…!” he whimpered. “Honey!What was that for?”

“You know damn well what,” you hissed.

“But–!”

You cut him off with a stern look. “I don’t want to.”

Without so much as another word, you quickly fixed yourself and stalked out of the room, leaving your lover behind in stunned silence.

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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 

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Imagine:
Dante’s birthday is coming up and you try your best to comfort Cisco…*~*~*~*~* 

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Dante. Happy birthday to you…!” 

Cisco leaned forward and blew out the candle.

The dim, orange light flickered for a good second or so before the fire finally died, the wick releasing a thin trail of smoke in the air. The smell of vanilla and soot filled the room, bringing back memories of Dante’s past celebrations.

Cisco’s eyes watered just from the thought of it.

God, how he missed him.

It had been nearly two months since Dante passed and Cisco found it difficult to move on. Although, how could he? Just as the two of them were finally reconnecting after years of being distant and indifferent towards each other, Dante was suddenly ripped out of his life.

The two of them would never be able to bond again. Never share the small, private moments they had - when they got along, covered for each other and kept their secrets.

It was all too painful.

But, after much effort, you convinced Cisco to celebrate Dante’s upcoming birthday at his apartment. Bought the cupcake and candles to sing and commemorate the birth of someone so special in your boyfriend’s life.

It should’ve been happy.

Instead…

The sharp sting in the back of Cisco’s eyes grew stronger, his head already pounding from an oncoming headache. It frustrated the young mechanical engineer so much.

He wanted his celebration of Dante’s birthday to be happy.

Not pathetic.

It was a crucial step to moving on and coping with a lost loved one. Quite furiously, Cisco swiped at his tears. Long locks stuck messily to the side of his face during the futile attempt.

“Dammit,” he cursed inter his breath.

You frowned.

Reaching out, you gently grabbed his wrists. Cisco immediately ceased all movements, but kept his head down. He couldn’t look you in the eye. Ashamed and broken in front of the girl he loves.

God, he must’ve looked real stupid.

“Hey,” you whispered, lowering his hands. “It’s okay. You’re doing great.”

Still, Cisco kept quiet.

More tears ran down his cheeks.

Smiling softly, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s waist. Your chin resting comfortably at the crook of his neck. You started rocking back and forth slightly, though not enough to make him nauseous.

Eventually, Cisco found himself relaxing in your hold and resting against your head. More tears streamed down his face and wet yours; though, you hardly cared.

If anything, it felt as if he found comfort in it.

The two of you remained quiet for a long moment. Nothing but the sound of distant car horns potentially interrupting your thoughts.

In the end, Cisco moved his head ever so slightly and pressed his lips against your temples.

You smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I could’ve done this without you.”

“Of course you could,” you returned the kiss on his cheek. “You’re a very strong person.”

Cisco smiled bashfully.

You could tell he didn’t believe you; but, nonetheless, appreciated your comfort and support. Rubbing his back, you tipped your head towards the desert on the table.

“C’mon,” you suggested. “What d’you say we split the cupcake and watch a movie?”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt:can you please please please do an angsty piece for Cisco?? probably something to do with Dante. idk why but i just have a thing for angsty Cisco rn aaaaghhhhh!!’ 

Imagine:
You saved Leonard from the Oculus explosion, and waited in the Med Bay next to him until he woke up…

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Leonard groaned.

It was a small, nearly indiscernible sound, but you heard it. Loud enough to make you jump in your seat and reach for his hand. Almost instantaneously, his eyes fluttered open and fell in your direction. And once he saw the relief in your eyes, he somehow found the strength to smile.

“Hey, Snowflake…” He said weakly. “You been by me all this time?”

You smiled back. “What kind of girl would I be if I hadn’t?”

A slight chuckle came out. “You always were the clingy one.”

“Shut up.”

Though you had just gone through hell for the past eight hours, wondering if your kleptomaniac ass of a boyfriend would ever wake up from the explosion, you couldn’t help but smile.

If Leonard was okay enough to make sassy, sarcastic comebacks, then you knew that he would be fine.

But even so…

It pissed you off to a degree that you didn’t even understand.

While most girls would’ve been upset, terrified and worried, you sat by his bedside, seething with pure irritation that he hadn’t told you about his plan.

His stupid plan to play hero. 

God, it could’ve killedhim.

Out of spite, you reached over and smacked his chest. Not hard, but enough to get him to release a small ‘oof’. He tossed his head back and groaned a bit, before glaring at you.

“What the hell was that for?” He asked.

You narrowed your eyes. “I swear to God, Len…”

“You swear to God, what?”

“If you play hero again, I’ll kill you…”

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 

A/N:
Hello my darlings!

First off - yes, I am alive. And second off- YES!! I am proud to announce that “Recovery” (E2-Harrison x Reader) - [PART III] is finally out!! Yay! I know it took a lot longer than it should’ve (about four months and thirteen days, but who’s counting??) but due to having finals, a job interview for a hospital and a bit of a mental breakdown, I had to delay posting.

While I understand that that may be a plausible excuse, some of you out there are still angry and upset over my lazy @$$, and as such, I am more willing to receive any comments/complaints that you may have. Please contact me on this account, or by e-mail at [email protected]

In any case, I hope you enjoy the final installment of the “Surprise” (E2-Harrison x Reader) mini-series.

Sincerely yours,
reversephysics

P.S. I would also like to thank my best friend Hayli for helping me haul ass and editing my story, and my boyfriend Nick, for helping me write. I truly wouldn’t have been able to finish this without them <3

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Imagine:
You finally recover from your stressful breakdown, to find that Harry’s gone once again…

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“________?!________?!?!”

Panicked, Harry tightened his grip on your shoulders and shook you violently. Though he knew very well that it was the most counterproductive and harmful activity he could do to you at the moment, he was still somehow convinced that he could elicit some sort of response.

Somehow force you to snap out of your trance and get you to look at him.

He shook you hard once more. “________?!?!”

“Harry, stop!” Caitlin struggled to pry the physicist’s hands off of your limp body. Shoving herself between the two of you, she cast the older man a firm look. “That’s not helping anyone. You need to let her go.”

“But she’s not responding!” Harry hissed, reaching for you once more. She blocked him. “I need to know that she’s okay!”

“Well, she’s not!”

“Why the hellnot?!”

“Because she’s gone into shock!” Though she was significantly shorter than the multiverse genius, Caitlin managed to match the firmness and ferocity that Harry exuded. “You need to leave her alone so I can give her the medical attention she needs!”

“But, I need to –”

“Harry!” She practically threw herself as the older man tried to grab you again. Arms flailing, bodies pushing, the two engaged in a quick and rough wrestle that was painful for both parties. “Harry! Harry, no–! Harry!”

Clearly, he wasn’t listening.

Although, how could he?

With how he treated you, the love of his life, for keeping one petty secret from him? He could’ve easily forgiven you and agreed to be the father instead of running away like some pathetic dead-beat. He wasn’t strong enough to protect you, strong enough to be there for you.

Just like the time Zoom took Jesse from him.

He couldn’t do anything.

How pathetic.

Harry’s movements got wilder and wilder, and Caitlin was starting to give in to her fatigue. She knew very well that she couldn’t hold off the man much longer. Casting a pleading look, she turned to the only person whom she knew could help.

“Jesse!” she called out.

Without explanation, the young speedstress immediately understood. She quickly dashed to her father, grabbed his arm and warped him out to the hallway - so hard, so fast that the two of them practically stumbled to their knees. Fortunately, they had thrown most of their weight to the wall and were able to steady themselves.

Once oriented, Harry furiously yanked his limb away.

“Jesse!” He spat, eyes glaring daggers through his beloved daughter’s head. “ What’re you - get off of me!!”

“Dad, no!” She locked arms with her father once more as he tried to escape and dash down the hall. “You need to stop! You need to calm down!”

“Calm down?!” The look on his face was incredulous. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!”

“Well, what else do you want me to say?!” Jesse pleaded, brows knit together. “Freak out? Act up? Now, who is that going to help?!”

“Stop!”

Out of frustration, Harry ripped himself from her and brushed past. Jesse instantly caught Harry by the waist and swung him around in a U-turn. He staggered two steps forward before he realized he wasn’t going in the right direction.

Resentful, he shot the young speedstress a dark yet pained look. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because,” she heaved a heavy sigh. “You’re in no condition to see her.”

His hands balled into fists. “You have no right to say that.”

“No right?” The concerned expression on her face deepened. “Dad, you were completely hysterical in there! If Caitlin hadn’t told me to pull you out, you’d still be trying to shake ________ awake. And then who knows what could happen to the baby…”

Upon the mention of his unborn child, Harry’s anger completely devolved into something almost unrecognizable: guilt. Because if he thought about it - if he really thought about it - none of the events would’ve happened if he stopped and considered how you were feeling.

How much stress he was putting on you.

And for what?

Bearing his child.

This was all his fault.

As if suddenly hearing the thoughts in his head, Jesse’s eyes widened. She swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean –”

“No,” Harry shook his head, cutting her off. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

With stressed, veiny hands, he ran his fingers through his hair and laced them behind his neck. He tilted his head up to gaze at the ceiling, as if somehow the solution to all of his problems would somehow be written there.

“…If I’d been in the right state of mind, then none of this would’ve happened. ________ and I wouldn’t have fought, she wouldn’t have had the miscarriage and we could’ve been a family.”

He cast her a remorseful look.

“You could’ve had a younger brother or sister…”

“Dad…” She shook her head violently. “Don’t do that to yourself. You couldn’t have known that this would happen.”

“…I don’t know, Jess,” Harry responded in a low, self-loathing tone.

Slumping against the nearest wall, he slowly slid down the surface and sat on the cold, unforgiving floor. Jesse took a seat next to him.

“It’s just, deep down…some part of me knew that I should’ve stopped, that I was taking things too far.” He tugged forcefully on his hair. “Yet, I kept going…”

“She’ll make it through, Dad,” Jesse comforted him. “________ is a strong person.”

“Y’know,” Harry smiled bitterly. “That’s exactly what I said about your mother. Right before she passed away…”

For the longest time, Jesse kept quiet.

She didn’t know what to say.

Although, how could she?

They’ve always talked about the better parts of their memories about her mom. Never about them by her bedside. It made Jesse uncomfortable that Harry was comparing her mom’s and your situation so easily.

She thought of several things she could say to comfort her dad that wouldn’t sound hollow, wouldn’t sound fake, wouldn’t have Harry blaming himself for all that has happened; yet, nothing came to mind.

Out of other options, the young brunette simply leaned her head against her father’s shoulder and pulled his arm close.

Harry heaved a heavy sigh.

In the distance, a machine reared to life and filled the air with an autonomous, mechanical buzz. They listened to it for a while, both closing their eyes and feeling the comfort and warmth that the other had to offer.

They were in their own little world.

About fifteen minutes or so passed before they heard footsteps roaming down the hall. It didn’t take long before Barry and Cisco appeared around the bend of the metallic corridor and approached them.

Harry and Jesse shot to their feet immediately. Their eyes were wide with anticipation.

“How is she?” Harry asked.

“________’s been stabilized,” Barry informed him. “She’s sleeping right now; but, Caitlin’s trying to clean her up in the meanwhile.”

Harry nodded.

“That’s good,” he said. “And the baby?”

There was an awkward silence that followed. Barry and Cisco exchanged troubled looks that did nothing but force Harry’s heart to beat violently against his ribcage.

“What?” He asked, blood pulsing through his veins, the scalding heat practically burning his insides. “What is it?”

Cisco shifted uncomfortably. “We’re not sure…”

“You’re not…sure?” His voice was deceptively soft. “The hell is that supposed to mean, Ramon?”

The mechanical engineer sighed. “It means Caitlin still has to set up her lab and run some tests.”

“She said it may take some time,” Barry added. “But you’re welcome to visit _________ until then.”

“Just don’t touch her.”

For a moment, the multiverse physicist wanted to snap at them, tell the two what he really thought about not being able to touch you; but bit his tongue. He knew that no good would come from arguing, especially when they had a good and probable cause to remind him.

Jesse reached out and held her father’s hand.

Harry snapped out of his train of thoughts and cast a curious look down at her.

“Let’s go,” she said, jerking her head in the direction of the Med Bay. “I want to see her.”

Pressing his lips into a hard line, Harry nodded in agreement. “Okay…”

The present members of Team Flash soon made their ways down the hall, all in hopes of your well-being.

*~*~*~*~*

You were asleep.

Eyes closed, breathing steady, you looked every bit unresponsive as Harry felt about the situation. Just the sight of you, lying motionless under the white fluorescent light of the lab, made his stomach twist and turn in ways he hadn’t felt in a long while.

It made him sick.

Jesse’s grip tightened around her father’s hand.

“She’ll be okay…” she whispered.

Harry didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, he kept watching you carefully, as if hoping you’d somehow wake up any minute.

But you didn’t.

And it was just killing him to play that guessing game with himself, counting backwards from three to one, and shouting ‘now’ inside his head to predict when you would wake up. It ate at his spirit with every passing second.

Harry rubbed the back of Jesse’s hand with his thumb prior to pulling away.

“Snow, Allen, Ramon,” he said, voice low and gravelly. They all turned their attention towards him, curious and anxious. “Mind if I have a moment alone with ________?”

There was an unspoken hesitation shared amongst the members of Team Flash, as they glanced at each other for guidance. Eventually, all their eyes turned to Dr. Caitlin Snow as she was the one who possessed the medical knowledge to make this decision.

Her brows furrowed in concern, that familiar calculating expression etched deeply into her face. Finally, Caitlin relaxed her shoulders and nodded.

“Okay,” she agreed reluctantly. “I can give you ten minutes. But, after that, I have to run more tests.”

Harry released a relieved sigh. “Thank you…”

She nodded.

Setting down the plastic clipboard on a nearby counter, she walked out of the Med Bay with Barry and Cisco following in suit. Jesse took a few steps back, lingering at the door for a moment.

“I’m gonna go too,” she said. “See if they need help setting up and everything.”

Harry nodded dismissively. “Okay.”

For a moment or so, Jesse watched her father slowly approach your bedside. He was cautious, almost scared - as of the slightest movement he made would put you in harm’s way once more.

It’s just like the time Mom passed away… she thought.

Except, now, two lives were at risk instead of one.

That very thought rocked Jesse to her core.

Taking a few steps back, Jesse slowly eased herself out of the room and followed the rest of her friends to the Speed Lab.

Once his daughter’s footsteps disappeared, Harry was finally able to clear his mind. Stop the adrenaline from coursing through his veins and pounding against his head.

With wide, shaking hands, Harry allowed his fingertips to gently graze against your cheek. He trailed them ever so carefully on the side of your face, over the curve of your ear and through the slight tangle of your hair.

With every stroke, every move, his touch became more and more defined. His calloused skin pressed against yours, memorizing and reacquainting himself with all the features of your face that he’d missed so dearly.

A sharp sting started in the back of his eyes, momentarily blurring his vision.

God, how could he do this to you?

“I’m so sorry, ________,” His voice came out hoarse and dry. “I don’t know what came over me, and I just –”

He stopped himself.

You were still unconscious, unable to hear all of his explanation - no matter how loud he spoke, no matter how many times he explained.

There was no point.

Yet, a part of him still wanted to try. Wanted to explain all the thoughts that ran through his head in the past few days.

Truth be told, Harry wasn’t even all that angry about you keeping a secret from him. Rather, he was terrified.

Scared to his wits.

What with his age, his career and his ambitions, Harry simply assumed that he wouldn’t have time to start a family. Hell, it had been so long since he was last involved in a serious relationship.

It took all of his courage and pride before he could even remotely admit he was attracted to you.

Even more so when he decided to get physical with you.

He knew doing so could be dangerous, a catastrophic event that could potentially ruin your future. Yet, he still did it anyway because he wanted you.

Heneededyou.

So much that he let his greed blind his judgement and didn’t even consider the consequences of his actions.

This was all his fault.

Reaching for your hand, he held it tightly and lowered his forehead against your stomach. He listened - quietly, intently - searching for anything that may indicate that his child was somehow still alive.

Though, he knew it to be pointless.

His ears did not possess the ability to detect a growing heart. At this point, he was simply pretending to be a miracle doctor.

“God,” he let out a shaky breath. “I’m such a fucking idiot…”

Harry straightened himself and caressed your sleeping face once more.

You were oblivious to his touch, keeping that still-dead expression that scared him so much. He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed his lips firmly against your forehead.

“I love you, ________,” he whispered, as if his words would somehow breathe life into you. “I love you somuch…”

Lowering his head slightly, Harry brushed his lips on top of yours, your chapped skin slightly grating against his. He didn’t mind though.

He missed you.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise…” Harry whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “I just can’t do that here…”

And without so much of a second thought, he pulled himself away from you.

*~*~*~*~*

Anger.

Burning hot anger.

It was the last thing you remembered, the last thing you felt before the world tipped sideways and rendered you speechless. Everything else after that was blurry.

Just as it was now.

Fluorescent lights blared brightly as you opened your eyes. The familiar scent of rubbing alcohol and sterile air invaded your senses, forcing you to become acutely aware of your surroundings.

You were in the Med Bay.

Lying in a gurney, hooked up to several machines that monitored your body fluids, breathing and whatever else medical experts deemed necessary for your wellbeing.

You groaned. God, I have one hell of a headache…

Carefully propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked around the room.

It was empty.

No signs of Barry, Cisco, Cait, Jesse and - most certainly - no signs of Harry. Not that you had high hopes for him. He made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with you or the baby.

A dull ache throbbed in your chest.

You missed Harry.

It’s been so long since he touched you. Held you in his arms, his broad, firm hands stroking you gently as the two of you quietly lie in bed.

The dull ache sharpened.

…Whatever, you shook your head decisively. Feeling sorry’s not gonna help anyone…

If anything, it’s just gonna worry your friends and piss off Harry unnecessarily. And after how he’s been towards you for the past few days, you weren’t sure you could take much more.

Might as well get up, you thought.

Throwing the covers off, you carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed and sat up. A rush of cold wind dwindled up your limbs as a sudden realization dawned on you.

You weren’t in your clothes.

Rather than the skinny jeans, white spaghetti strap shirt and dark blue blazer that you loved and adored so much, you had donned a short, papery patient’s gown with nothing but fresh underwear beneath.

The smell of cucumbers and fresh water seeped from your skin, specifically from around your thighs. As if someone had scrubbed hard and well to get rid of whatever had tainted you.

Your brows furrowed.

Quite carefully, you reached down and felt at the apex of your legs. It was still damp, an indication that the action happened not too long ago.

You couldn’t help but frown. “What the hell…?”

Okay.

Now, you really had to get up.

Otherwise, you were just going to sit and stew in your own ignorance.

With expert hands, you removed the medical tape, took out the IV needles and set them down on the bed. You kept a firm pressure on your forearm to stop the bleeding - for about ten seconds - prior to releasing your hold.

Once sure the wound had closed, you pushed yourself off the gurney and looked around the room. Knowing Caitlin and how she treated all her patients, she always kept their clothes nearby should they ever feel the need to change.

It wasn’t long before you found your own pair of jeans and, of course, S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt.

You shuffled closer.

Picking up the sweater, you read the tag and found that it had been appropriately chosen to be two sizes bigger - perfect accommodation for you and your newborn-to-be.

You smiled appreciatively. Guess I have to find Cait and thank her…

Taking a moment to look around, you made sure that you were the only one in the room prior to stripping out of your gown and changing. Just as you finished pulling your head through the neck opening, the sound of heels clacking against cement floors echoed, growing closer and closer each second.

Curious, you turned toward the entrance

There, passing through the Med Bay, with her high heels, young principal-like outfit and clear plastic clipboard, was Caitlin. She was flipping through a few pages, before she noticed the gurney was empty.

Though she was standing quite a ways away, you could tell the Bio-engineer’s heart practically leapt out of her chest. Her eyes widened upon meeting yours.

You waved bashfully.

“Hey, Doc,” you greeted. “I was just about to look for you.”

“________!” Cait set her belongings down on a nearby counter and quickly rushed over to you. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting!”

“Guess I got tired of waiting,” you admitted.

Taking you by the arm, the brunette guided you back to the gurney where you both took a seat. Curious, you gestured to the room. “Where is everyone?”

“In the Speed Lab,” Cait’s mouth twisted uneasily. “We were worried that you’d stress out if you woke up with everyone hovering over you.”

She grasped your hand gently.

“After what happened, we didn’t want to put you or the baby at risk.”

“At risk…?”

The slight ambivalence in your tone caused the biochemist to freeze for a moment. She nodded slowly.

“Yes…” her voice was slow and cautious. “You do remember, don’t you?”

Your forehead creased with worry.

A vague recollection of muffled voices and flashes of red weaved itself back into your memory. Though you haven’t been told what had happened or had been given much of an opportunity to reflect back on the moment, you knew exactly what Caitlin was talking about.

What she was so hesitant to speak of.

With shaking hands, you gently laced your fingers over your stomach. Tears welled up at the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision.

Caitlin leaned closer, concerned. “________?”

“The baby,” you whispered. “Is the baby okay?”

She tensed.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Your heart shrivelled up inside your ribcage, the last bit of light dying as you waited for her to speak. Though you were praying for the best, a part of you braced yourself for whatever bad news may follow.

Caitlin squeezed your hand once more. “The baby is okay…”

You released a shaky breath. “Oh, thank god…!”

“But…”

“But?” A stab of anxiety tore through your insides once more as your muscles tensed and forced you to sit up straight. “What do you mean, but…?”

Caitlin took a moment to collect her thoughts. “You’re still at a risk for miscarriage.”

Miscarriage…

You wanted to laugh.

I mean, hell. Caitlin was talking about you, possibly losing your baby. That’s got to be some sort of sick joke. I mean, this never happened in real life, right?

A dull ache started beating against your skull, as all sorts of possibilities and scenarios invaded your mind. As if reading your thoughts - or, most likely, the expression on your face, the bioengineer gave you a few moments to let the reality sink in.

With a dazed expression, you gently ran your hands across your stomach. Searching for any semblance of life that may reside in it. When you couldn’t find any, your worry grew even more.

“You said I was at a risk,” you started slowly. “Does that mean my baby is dying?”

“Well…” Caitlin chewed on her bottom lip. “Not exactly.”

What the hell is THAT supposed to mean? As much as you wanted to lash out, you bit your tongue.

Leaning forward, Cait began her explanation.

“The term ‘miscarriage’ is very broad,” she started gently. “While most people think that it simply refers to a single event - a spontaneous expulsion of the fetus from the womb that can happen at any given moment - there are many different stages and types of miscarriages. The one you experienced is commonly referred to as a ‘threatenedmiscarriage.’”

She said the word as if it was supposed to make things better.

It didn’t.

Still, you kept quiet and waited for her to continue on.

“Now, this particular case is called ‘threatened’ because you display signs of inevitable and complete miscarriages; but, upon further examination, it’s revealed that your cervix has remained intact.”

Your breath hitched slightly as you started to catch on to what she was saying. “Meaning…?”

“Meaning,” Caitlin repeated. “That your baby is safe and in good health. For now.”

At this point, the blinding anger that festered in your chest started to subside, and relief began to fold over you. Even so, a part of you remained skeptical.

“Okay…” you shifted slightly in your seat. “So, what exactly caused my miscarriage?”

Caitlin’s frown deepened.

“Unfortunately,” she glanced worriedly at your stomach. “The actual cause of a miscarriage is frequently unclear. Most experts say that it’s often due to abnormal chromosomal activity; but, I don’t think that was it.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you suspect it is?”

She took a deep breath. “Stress, most likely…”

“Stress?” You asked.

Cait nodded.

“During times of physical or emotional turmoil, the brain releases a hormone called corticotropin-releasing hormone - CRH for short.”

“Okay…” You nodded slowly.

A part of you felt intimidated by the long, complicated-sounding medical term; but, forced yourself to stay attentive anyway. As if catching on to your panic, Cait slowed herself.

“Now…” she continued cautiously. “The release of CRH triggers a chain reaction in the body. The chain reaction leads to uterine contractions. And the uterine contractions lead to spontaneous abortions.”

She squeezed your hand once more.

“Make sense?”

You nodded yet again; though, truth be told, her simplification didn’t make digesting the facts any easier.

“That being said…” the bioengineer stood up and reached for her stethoscope so she could examine you as she proceeded with her commentary. “It is perfectly normal to experience nausea, light cramps, occasional spotting or very light bleeding during the early stages of pregnancy. In fact, a large percentage of women do. However…”

She paused momentarily, listening to any abnormalities in your breathing.

“If your symptoms progress on to moderate to severe back pain, weight loss, white-pink mucus discharge, brown or bright red bleeding with or without cramps, let me know ASAP.”

The drum of the stethoscope slid from your breast bone to the small of your back.

“This is especially important with painful contractions that occur every five to twenty minutes.” She cast you a firmer look. “Understood?”

You released a sigh. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.”

With that, Caitlin carried on her medical examination and hardly spoke a word. You anxiously fiddled with your thumb as you waited for her to finish.

“You know,” Caitlin started, unhooking the headset from her ears and wrapping it around her neck. “Everyone’s really sorry about what happened earlier. For stressing you out, I mean…”

You shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you said, giving her a bashful smile. “I get it. You were all worried about me. How can I hate you guys for that?”

Cait smiled apologetically. “Still…”

“It’s fine,” you repeated. “Really.”

The brunette remained skeptical; though, didn’t argue any further. “If you say so…”

An awkward second passed yet again as the two of you tried to figure out what to do, what to say next. It was a good moment or so when Cait finally spoke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess,” You shrugged. “Haven’t felt or experienced any of the symptoms you mentioned, so –”

“Not physically,” Cait interrupted. “I mean, emotionally.”

You blinked, surprised. The bioengineer was hardly the type to talk about affection of any sort; at least, not since Ronnie’s death and Zolomon’s betrayal. It was difficult for her.

As it was for you now.

With your forehead creased with worry, you lowered your gaze and thought of an appropriate response to the question. When you couldn’t find any, it proved to be frustrating.

Caitlin frowned. “________?”

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I wish I could answer that.”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I…” you paused to take a deep breath. “…I don’t really know how to feel. I mean, how am I supposed to when I’ve had a near miscarriage and the father doesn’t want to be around me?”

“…Right,” Caitlin pressed her lips into an awkward, self-scolding smile. “Not something they teach you in the American Girl’s handbook.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You actually read those?”

She flushed brightly. “From time to time.”

Oh, Caitlin, you shook your head internally as you laughed once more. That would explain so much…

Before you knew it, your cheeks started to hurt. It took a moment for you to realize that it was because you were smiling.

A real smile.

Something you hadn’t done in days. And frankly, the realization made you widen your grin even more in both pain and pleasure. It wasn’t long before you noticed the same bright expression pressed on Cait’s face.

Taking a step back, she gestured towards the door with her head. “Come on,” Cait said gently. “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

And with that, you pushed off the gurney and followed her out.

*~*~*~*~*

“Is that even possible?”

“Of course, it is!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Cisco nodded adamantly. “All we have to do is figure out how to bypass the difference in curve radius between the two wheels and - boom! - we’ve got ourselves a functioning wheelchair.”

Barry furrowed his brows. “But what about the wiring…?”

“We’ll figure it out.” The mechanical engineer shrugged nonchalantly. “Besides, how hard could it be?”

The speedster frowned worriedly.

While he loved the thought of rigging out the Evil Wells’ old wheelchair to better fit your needs, he was a little skeptical about how they were going to accomplish the task.

Despite the fact that his best friend had the ability to create and repair several types of machinery, Cisco wasn’t as much of an expert in electrical engineering as he thought himself to be.

Why else would S.T.A.R. Labs’ security fail so frequently?

Oblivious to his thoughts, Cisco reached next to Jesse, who sat beside him, and grabbed the nearest pair of wire cutters. He gave it a good squeeze or two, prior to placings its bladed jaws around the yellow wire.

Barry and Jesse watched intently.

Just as he was about to cut through, Cisco released the pressure on the handles and pulled away. His mouth twisted in confusion.

“Wait,” he said, wracking his brain once more. “Maybe it was the blue one?”

Jesse frowned. “Is it?”

Cisco shrugged. “I think?”

He repositioned the metallic cutters around the said blue wire, and started the process of cutting; only to pull back once more.

“No, I’m definitely sure it’s the yellow one,” he corrected himself. “I’m like…eighty percent positive.”

Barry raised his eyebrows. “Eighty percent?”

Cisco stared blankly at his best friend for several seconds.

“Dammit,” the mechanical engineer cursed under his breath and placed the wire cutters back in the toolbox. “You’re right. We need to review the manual…again.”

Though he didn’t say anything, there was an almost helpless look scrawled across Barry’s face, one that spelled out a small “I told you so.”

Taking the hint, Cisco’s frown deepened.

“Hey man,” he started, voice soft. “I know. I wish ________ was here too. She knows more about this than any of us. But…”

He heaved a heavy sigh.

“We gotta work with what we have.”

Barry nodded. “Yeah…”

Pushing herself off the ground, Jesse stood up, straightened her shirt and nodded to her friends. “I’ll go get the manual.”

Turning on her heel, the young speedstress started to make her way towards Cisco’s desk, only to stop a few steps after. Her eyes widened with watery relief.

Cheeks flushed brightly, you waved from the doorway. “Hey…”

“________,” she whispered.

Upon hearing your name, Barry and Cisco stopped their conversation mid-sentence and glanced over their shoulders to see you. A spike of anxiety shot up your spine and you began to sweat.

God, what do I do now? You thought, stiffening slightly under their gaze. How am I supposed to greet them anyway?

In fact, how were you supposed to greet anyone who had just witnessed the most vulnerable moment in your life and act like nothing happened?

Thankfully, Jesse didn’t give you long to ponder on the question as the young Wells rushed over and threw her arms around you. You stumbled back a half-step; but, nonetheless, returned the gesture.

“Oh my god, ________,” She buried her face at the crook of your neck. “Thank god you’re alright.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“‘Course I’m alright,” you reassured her, tightening your arms around the young speedstress. “Didn’t I always tell you I kick ass?”

She laughed almost tearfully. “‘Course you do…”

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Cisco walked over, a wide, loving smile spreading across his face as he held out his arms. He piled on to the group hug and gave you a good squeeze. “I missed you too, you know?”

“I missed you too, dork.”

He wrinkled his nose. “You’re lucky I love that name.”

The three of you exchanged light, quick banter as Barry made his way to you in a slow and steady pace. He waited patiently for Jesse and Cisco to release you from their grip before opening his arms and giving you one of the many hugs you’ll be receiving that day.

“Hey, ________,” he rubbed your back. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

You nodded. “You and me both.”

Beside you, Caitlin pursed her lips.

“Okay, that’s enough touching,” she reminded everyone. “She just got out of bed and is still a little groggy from the meds I gave her earlier.”

She cast everyone a grumpy look.

“Don’t stress her out too much.”

Cisco nodded, giving her a small salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

For a moment, you chatted with the rest of Team Flash, all of them wondering how you and the baby were doing. They asked about names, when the baby was due, and all sorts of questions that pregnancy raised.

All of which should be discussed with the one person who wasn’t here.

Shifting from one foot to the other, you smiled awkwardly. “I hope you guys don’t mind me asking, but…where’s Harry?”

There was a resounding silence that filled the room. The once friendly atmosphere finally faded away, only to be replaced with uncomfortable looks. Barry, Cisco, Caitlin and Jesse glanced between each other as if holding a private conversation of their own.

Your forehead creased with worry. “Guys?”

Barry swallowed. “Harry left a while ago…”

“What do you mean, ‘he left?’”

“Well, that’s to say…” he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “He sort of disappeared.”

Jesse nodded in unison with Cait. “We can’t find him at all.”

“But don’t worry!!” Cisco interjected hurriedly. “We will! And once we do, we’ll talk some sense into him, and –”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay.”

The look on everyone’s faces was completely priceless. So much so that you couldn’t help but smile.

While Harry’s absence did darken your mood by a bit, the amount of love and care that everyone gave you completely overshadowed whatever negativity you felt at the moment. The rest of Team Flash shared several confused looks amongst themselves, before Cisco broke the silence.

“Really?” He asked. “You’re sure about that?”

“Yeah,” you flashed everyone a reassuring smile. “I mean, I’ve survived this long, right? What’s a few more months before I meet the love of my life again?”

Barry and Jesse furrowed their brows. “Love of your life?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “It won’t be long before you meet them too.”

Presently running your hands from the top of your abdomen to the bottom, you showed them how far along you were. Through the large, thick fabric of the sweatshirt, everyone could tell that your baby - whatever gender it may be - was no larger than the size of a plum.

A look of understanding soon came over everyone and, before you knew it, they accepted your decision.

“Okay,” Barry crossed his arms and examined you carefully. “Yeah, if that’s what you want. We’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“We mean it,” Jesse added. “Know that we’re all here for you.”

“I do,” you said. “Thank you.”

“…And speaking of being here for you,” Cisco rubbed his hands together, prior to hooking his arm around your neck. “Does this mean I get to be the godfather?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Godfather?”

“Hell yeah,” the mechanical engineer gave you a lopsided grin. “You know me. I’ll be the best one your baby’ll ever have.”

You raised a curious eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Because….” Cisco quickly released you from his grip and extended his arm to the upturned wheelchair sprawled on the floor. “I’m the one who’s been making all sorts of cool devices for you and your baby.”

Beside him, Jesse coughed.

Cisco rolled his eyes.

“Jesse and Barry helped too,” he admitted. “But, still, it’s mostly me.”

Before either of the speedsters could argue with his point, Cisco reached in his back pocket and fished out what looked to be a small watch-like device. His face lit up with immediate delight, a blatant indication of how proud he was to have made this invention.

“This is for you, by the way.”

Reaching for your hand, he placed his creation on your wrist. Buckled in with the perfect tightness.

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Uh, thanks…?” you said as sincere as you could. “What is it?”

“This,” he started in a very pompous voice, “is a portable baby monitor that you can use to check on the status of your baby’s health. It comes with a standard sonogram function and a detachable microphone, so you can always hear your baby, even from another room. And there’s even an alarm function that lets you know the optimum feeding time for your child.”

“Wow,” you mused, carefully examining his gift. “This is amazing.”

“Of course it is,” Cisco winked. “I also set it up with some nano-tech batteries that Jesse brought from Earth-2, so you shouldn’t have to worry about replacing them until mini-you graduates college.”

The mechanical engineer clapped his hands together excitedly.

“Well,” he started. “What do you think?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” you admitted, constantly turning your attention from him to the monitor. “Thank you, Cisco.”

“Anytime, baby girl,” he grinned.

“Don’t call her baby girl…”

Everyone jumped.

Glancing over your shoulder, all of Team Flash looked in the direction where the low, gruff voice came from. There, standing in the middle of the doorway, was Harry. He looked weary and tired; but, mostly, he just looked annoyed.

Probably from the nickname.

Regardless, your heart still leapt out to him. Arms dropping to your side, you took a small, hesitant step towards the man. “Harry…”

His gaze immediately shifted towards you.

For the longest time, the multiverse physicist didn’t say anything; rather, he just kept his dark, piercing eyes trained on to you. He swallowed hard.

“________,” he whispered, voice cracked. “You’re okay…”

It took a moment or so for you register his simple statement and respond. “Yeah,” you nodded. “What about you?”

“I’m fine.”

Though he said so, the cut tone to his voice proved otherwise.

From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that everyone was watching the two of you intently. Waiting, gauging on whether this was a situation that could potentially cause more complications with your unborn child.

Taking note of the sudden tension, Harry cleared his throat. “I, uh…need a moment with ________. Alone, please…”

Barry, Cisco and Jesse turned their attention towards Caitlin once more.The bioengineer pursed her lips, as she thought of a proper response. When you saw that she couldn’t come to a decision, you placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

She turned to you.

“It’s okay,” you flashed her your most convincing smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Positive.”

“If you say so.”

Nodding towards the rest of Team Flash, she led everyone out of the room and down the hall. With all who passed you, they gave a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before shooting a suspicious look towards the older Wells.

He merely ignored them.

It didn’t take long before the two of you were finally alone.

You shifted uncomfortably once more. “Harry –”

The man charged at you and pulled you into a tight, suffocating hug. With one arm around your waist and a firm hand cradling your head, Harry held you in a way he never had before. His hold was strong and tense, almost painful to be in; but, you couldn’t have cared less.

He was here.

With you.

“Harry –” you started once more as you tried to pull away; but, the man wouldn’t have it.

Instead, against your attempted struggle, he kept you pressed to his frame and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Through the slightest movement, you could tell he was shaking, finding it difficult to breathe as tears fell down his face.

“Thank god,” he whispered, after you somehow managed to loosen his grip and slowly bring your hands to rub his back. “You’re alright right…!”

You stared at the ceiling blankly, his words taking longer than normal to register in your head. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, finally able to formulate a proper response. “Of course…I’m alright. The baby’s alright.”

“I didn’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he continued softly. “Either of you…”

There was a strange tone to his voice, something that you didn’t recognize. Before you could discern its identity, Harry reared back and pressed his lips fixedly on your forehead. His fumbling fingers brushed your hair back and held your face completely still, only allowing your wandering gaze to move.

It was only then that you realized how red his eyes were.

As if he’d been crying for a longer period of time than he’d allow anyone else to see. His nose and cheeks were flushed as well.

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. “Harry, you’re –”

“Don’t say it,” Harry let out a half-choked laugh. “Last thing I want is for Ramon to find out I have a soft side.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Don’t worry,” you teased. “I won’t tell.”

“As far as I know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Asshole.”

For a moment, the multiverse physicist was silent, and it terrified you that you had touched a nerve. Instead, he released a heavy sigh, his bright gaze darkening to a guilt-ridden one.

“…I am,” he admitted, surprisingly. “Look, ________. I’m sorry - about treating you the way I did. It was immature, irresponsible, and I was just –”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

“You don’t need to tell me,” you explained to him, keeping your tone leveled and sincere. “You’ve told me about how you felt about starting a family. How that freaked you out.”

Brushing your fingers across his cheeks, you dried his tears.

“I should’ve known,” you said.

He shook his head apologetically once more. “I’m sorry.”

“Like I said,” you smiled. “It’s okay.”

Harry closed his eyes, resisting the urge to shed another tear.

He covered your hand with his, allowing himself to feel your warmth for the first time since he and Jesse returned from Earth-2. He pulled you close once more and rocked you against his chest.

Smiling contently, you let him.

The two of you stayed there for a while, following each other’s movements as you both made up for lost time. Harry’s grip had changed; he no longer held as someone he lost, but as someone he loved, cherished.

Someone who truly belonged to him.

And it was that very tenderness that had you fall for the man over again, just as you had when he first stepped through the portal held in S.T.A.R. Labs’ basement.

“You know, ________,” Harry hummed as he nestled his mouth against your hair and kissed your head. “I hope it’s not too late for me to say this…”

You closed your eyes. “Say what?”

“I still want to be the father,” he confessed, somewhat abashed. “I still want to be in your life, and in our child’s life. That is, if you’d let me…”

The smile broadened across your lips. “Of course,” you nodded, burying your face further into his chest. “How could I refuse?”

“Then,” he suddenly sounded uneasy. “In that case, I have something to show you…”

You looked at him curiously. “What is it?”

Without saying a word, Harry pulled away, allowing his broad hands to travel from your back, over your shoulders, down your arms and to your hand. He gave it a gentle tug as he walked back a few steps.

“Come on,” he said. “Follow me.”

Harry led you through S.T.A.R. Labs’ winding hallways until you reached the Cortex. He held your hand the whole way, refusing to let go - something he’s never done before.

As you said, Harry was never much of a physical man.

He was always the type to show his affection through little gadgets and intellectual tid-bits. Even so, this was a welcome change.

As you arrived at the Cortex, you and Harry saw everyone gathered around the main table. Their faces lit up at the sight of your entwined fingers.

Cisco grinned widely. “I see things went well?”

Harry shot him a dark, sinister look. “Not another word, Ramon, or I will throw you in the pipeline.”

“Yeah, right,” The mechanical engineer rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know, ________ picked me to be your baby’s godfather.”

“And I’ll have you know I can still pick Allen.”

Cisco’s jaw practically fell to the floor. “You did not.”

Harry raised his head. “Try me.”

While the two passive-aggressive besties were arguing amongst themselves, you made eye contact with the rest of the members in the room and laughed. Though, truth be told, none were louder than yours.

“Harry,” you asked, tugging on his hand. “Didn’t you have something you wanted to show me?”

The older Wells blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Oh, right,” he said, scanning the room. “Now, where the hell did I –?”

“Is this it?” Jesse asked.

She carefully lifted a medium-sized gray box for everyone to behold. Harry’s eyes brightened upon seeing it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He reached for the package in his daughter’s hands. “Thanks, Jess.”

Everyone gathered around, quite nosily, as Harry momentarily stared at the package prior to giving it to you. With careful hands, you observed it.

The box was light, weighing no more than five pounds. For several moments, you thought of the many items it could hold; but, nothing came to mind. As if sensing your need for encouragement, Harry nudged you.

“Open it,” he said.

You nodded.

Working your fingers under the cover, you pulled the top off and stared at all its contents. Everyone leaned in to get a better look.

Inside the box were a jumble of strings, a few long wooden rods, and several hand carved wooden spheres painted to look like the planets of the solar system. You tilted your head to the side, curious to find out what it meant.

Pinching the loop of a string that seemed oddly placed at the middle of the wooden rods, you lifted the contraption up. All the parts seemed to magically fall into place as the gift took shape.

Your eyes widened with awe. “Is this –?”

“My mobile!” Jesse exclaimed.

You turned to the younger Wells, only to be greeted by a bright, glowing smile. Making her way next to you, she hardly took her gaze off the childhood memorabilia.

“Oh my god…” she mused, barely able to contain her excitement. “I haven’t seen this in years! Where did you find it?”

Harry shrugged sheepishly.

“It was in one of the boxes I kept in storage,” he explained. “I had to travel back to our Earth for it. We haven’t really had a use for the thing in a few years; but, with ________ being pregnant and all…”

He trailed off, hoping everyone would understand anyway. A sharp, familiar sting started in the back of your eyes.

You were at a complete loss for words.

“Well…” Harry started nervously. “What do you think?”

Setting down the beautifully-crafted solar system, you placed the box down on the table before you turned to Harry.

He was watching you with careful eyes.

Fumbling with the hem of your sweater, you thought long and hard about how to react. Though, truth be told, nothing came to mind. “I don’t know what to say…”

A kind, heart-warming smile spread across his lips.

“That’s fine,” he stroked your cheek and pulled you close once more. “But I have something to say to you, something I want everyone to know…”

Harry turned to the room to make sure everyone was watching and, once satisfied that he had their undivided attention, focused back on you. He brushed your hair with his fingers once more, before neatly tucking the loose locks behind your ear.

“These last few days,” he started slowly. “Have been some of the hardest we’ve ever had to deal with. I lost my way, couldn’t find the path back to you. But…”

He took a deep breath.

“The one thing I never lost track of was you. You are my conscience, my beating heart, my world and all. You are the reason why I am a better man and have the motivation to become a better father - for both Jesse and our unborn child. Without you, I wouldn’t be half the man I am now.”

Your vision blurred; a fat tear or two spilling from your eyes, leaving a messy saline trail down your cheek. Even so, Harry continued on.

“So, please, ________, stay with me.” Harry pleaded. “I know we’ve had our troubles, but…”

Shaking your head, you took his hand and placed it on your stomach once more. His eyes grew wide, both in wonder and surprise. You couldn’t help but broaden your smile.

“The past is the past,” you said. “But right now, this is our future…”