#EoWells x reader

[sarawritestories]

A Birthday Wish

Eowells x Fem reader

A/N: I am aware that i have not posted. It's been busy as all hell this week and plus balancing stories on here, but my own work is challenging, and I haven't quite gotten a routine down. I plan on posting stories that have been requested next week. Thank you for being patient! I figured in honor of my birthday being today, I'd write a little something for you to enjoy 😊

Summary: It's the Y/N's birthday, and she is trying to keep a low profile as she doesn't want to be the center of attention. Thanks to Cisco, Team Flash does find out and wants to celebrate. As she returning to S.T.A.R. Labs the man in yellow appears, she flees to meet Harrison only to find out there is more to him than she thought

Content Warnings: mentions of drinking (socially not to get drunk), kidnapping, brief gagging, being tied to a chair, and 1 very brief NSFW scene

Tags: @twilightlover2007 @eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N awoke to the blaring alarm clock stumbling to turn it off she instictively grabbed her phone. Texts from her parents, wishing her a happy birthday already waiting for her to read. She groaned as she sat up another year, around the sun, and all she had to show for it was bad knees and a constant ache in her back.

Y/N was not a fan of being the center of attention, so she has kept her birthday a secret from her friends, not wanting them to make a big deal out of the day. Though it did not mean she didn't want to look nice. She put on her favorite teal dress that had capped sleeves and fell to her knees and put on her favorite flats, and was out the door.

When she arrived at S.T.A.R Labs, she found her friends hard at work as Barry was stopping an active robbery. She slid into her desk and brought her computer to life as Barry raced in the cortex, a huge smile on his face. "Nice work, Mr. Allen," Harrison's voice caused Y/N to look up at the man, his expression warm with a glimmer of pride causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. "You are progressing nicely, and don't think you escaped my attention, Miss Y/L/N." His eyes met hers as smiled.

"Birthday Girl in the house," Cisco bellowed, standing up fist bumping the air. Y/N's head snapped toward him as everyone else's gaze fell to her.

"Today is your birthday?" Barry questioned brows furrowed, "Why didn't you say anything? We could have decorated the cortex and got you a cake."

Y/N sighed, "I didn't want you guys to feel obligated to do anything for me. It's just another day, nothing to have a commotion about," she shrugged, looking back at Cisco. "Spill it, how did you find out?"

Cisco bit his lip as Caitlin turned to him, "How many laws did you break doing it Cisco?"

Cisco put his hands up, "No laws were broken, I hacked into the ccpd database to look at your employee file."

Harrison's brow furrowed, "Hacking the police is breaking the law, Cisco. Regardless of how the information got out, it's out." Harrison wheeled over to Y/N and grabbed her hand, "We love you, sweetheart, and you being here another year is worth celebrating with the people who love you the most." He grabs her hand and places a kiss on the top of her hand, and Y/N was convinced her heart had stopped at the motion heat rising to her face. "Now, the four of you go on and enjoy the day off, celebrate with Y/N. I'll stay here and keep watch if something happens I'll call."

Barry changes out of his suit, as Caitlin and Cisco grab their jacket, big smiles on their faces. Y/N looked to Harrison, his eyes, a vibrant shade of blue that rendered her speechless on a good day, "You sure, we don't need to close up shop on my behalf."

Harrison took off his glasses and looked back at her, "Y/N, it's in my experience that life is short, and because of that, celebrating victories or even stopping to celebrate a birthday is worth doing. And tell you what when you're done going out and drinking Cisco under the table,"

"Hey!" Cisco grumbled, causing everyone to chuckle as Harrison smiled.

"You come back here tonight and have dinner with me. Sound good?"

Y/N's heartbeat raced as she nodded her head and stood from her seat. " That sounds lovely, Dr. Wells."

Cisco shouted, "Well, let's go. People there are drinka to be had and laser tag to play, come on!" The other 3 companions rolled their eyes as they all made their way to exit.

~later that evening~

"Shot, shot, shot, shot," the trio of Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco chanted as the burn of alcohol met her throat with the shot. She looked at the time on the phone, her eyes wide. "I have to get to S.T.A.R labs," she sat up and tried to pay, but Barry blocked her with his hand, "Come on guys, let me pay for something.

"Absolutely, not its your birthday. it's our jobs as your friends to cover birthday festivities. Plus, we want to do this because you're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in her eyes she could feel their love radiating off them, "I love you guys so much!" She rushed to give them all a hug. They held their group embrace for a minute before Y/N pulled away. "I have to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Then Y/N was out of the bar heading toward a potential date with Dr. Wells.

Her mind was spinning with all the scenarios this dinner could begin when a blur of yellow sped past her into an alleyway red lightning tailing the blur. Y/N closed her eyes, "It's in your best interest to ignore what you saw." That may be true, but she could get some answers, and she would be lying if curiosity didn't get the best of her most days!

She groaned as she walked into the alleyway to be greeted with eyes glowing red, his body vibrating to the point of distorting his features. "Hello, Y/N, it's about time we meet." His voice distorted with his vibrating as well.

Y/N took a sharp inhale, "You know who I am?" She took a hesitant step forward.

He sped up to her, his chest close to her own, her breathing quickened as fear began to take over. He raised a hand to her, and she flinched, anticipating a hit that never came. Instead, his leather clad fingers grazed her cheek tenderly, his other hand moving from her side down to her hip. "I know a lot about you, Birthday Girl." Her eyes widened, and he chuckled.

His vibrations began to slow as the red dissapeted from his eyes turning into a familiar shade of blue. "Hello, sweetheart." His voice matched that of Harrison Wells, and her breaths were short and rapid as if she wasn't getting a lot of oxygen. She forced his arms away and backed away. Suddenly, the alleyway was spinning, and black was grazing her vision. The man in yellow took his mask off and revealed what she feared, Harrison Wells was the man in Yellow. Y/N's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and before her body could collapse to the floor, she was in the arms of the man who killed her best friend's mom.

~few moments later~

Y/N woke up, her vision blurred, but slowly becoming clearer, she was in a place she wasn't familiar with. As the memory from the past hour flooded her brain, she tried to jolt up and run, only to find she was strapped down to a wheel chair. Not just any wheelchair, the one Harrison uses. Panic flooding her system, she began to scream out, "Someone Help me plea -" a large hand landed firmly over her mouth, muffling her pleas for help.

"Shhhh, it's me," Harrison whispered in her ear, causing her to flinch. He moved around his hand, still placed over her mouth. "I'm going to remove my hand only if you promise not to scream and be good. Can you do that?" She nodded her head. Harrison smiled and lowered his hand he waited a moment for her to scream. When she didn't, he patted her cheek, "Good-" she spit in his face instead.

Y/N smirked as he wiped her saliva from his face. "You know I can't say I didn't deserve that. But will you let me explain."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Why should I, Harrison? You killed Barry's mom. Why would I-" Instead of silencing her with his hands, he did so with his lips crashing to hers. She found herself kissing back as his hand slid up her thighs and up to her ample breast, eliciting a moan from Y/N. He kept teasing the area her nipples were until they became peaks, causing Y/N to get aroused.

Only for him to pull away his hand slides from her breast to her neck and up her cheek. "I'm in love with you, Birthday girl. It's why i wanted to have dinner with you. However, I couldn't justify being in a relationship with you if I wasn't honest. Will you hear me out, Sweetheart?"

She searched his pleading eyes for any lies, and she couldn't, so she nodded her head. "One condition, let me out of the chair. I can't feel like we are on equal footing if i feel like your captive."

He nods and presses a button on his chair, releasing the restraints. Was she going to really hear them out, "You killed Barry's mom."

"I did," he nodded, and he told her the whole story of how he was stuck in this time and how he fell in love with her the moment he saw her in S.T.A.R labs. He pulled her onto his lap, and she didn't move against him. His touch still provided comfort still even after all the horrible things he's done. "What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?"

Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, not looking into his eyes. "You killed a lot of people. You killed Barry's mom. How do I know you won't kill me, too?" She looked at him, "Why tell me at all? Why today of all days?"

He slid his hand down her arm, gripping her wrist, his strong hand firm, yet gentle he raised her hand up and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly. As she swore at her stomach for the butterflies fluttering around at the gesture. "I am a lot of things, Y/N, but one thing I know for certain is my love for you and my need to keep you safe. As for why today? Well, beloved, it's because what better gift to give than for you to see me all of me."

Y/N looked from his gaze for a moment and back at him. She dipped her head closer to his and pressed her lips to his briefly. "I am going to have to think about this. You're a killer, and just being with you is a risk, along with keeping your secret."

Harrison or Eobard, as she found out was his real name, nodded his head. "I feel there is a 'but'"

She nodded, "But I had one wish for my birthday this year." She rubbed his arm and moved her hand to his chest.

"What was your one wish, Y/N?" He whispered, clearing his throat impacted by her touch.

She looked him in the eyes, her smile bright, "You. I wanted you."

Eobard stood up with Y/N in his arms and sped off to his home where he placed her on her feet. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Consider your wish granted, Birthday Girl. I will always be yours until I'm ash in the ground. I will spend every moment of my living days proving that to you."

She smiled at his words, gripping his black sweater in her fist and forcing him down to her level for a deep kiss. She pulled away with a smirk, "Let's start with you on your knees, Speedy." She whispered against his lips, causing the older scientist to growl in response as he sped her into his bedroom where he would spend the rest of the night granting her birthday wishes.

~FIN

I hope you enjoyed it!

#harrison wells #the flash cw #the flash #the flash fanfiction #eowells #eobard thawne x reader #eowells x reader #eobard thawne

[urprinceoflove]

The Flash Master List

Master List Key:

fluff - normal text

angst - italicized text

coming soon - crossed out

✩ - posted on old acc. (mostly for myself)

OG Harrison Wells/Timeless Wells

✩ Lost Love

Harry Wells

✩ Cuddle Shirt

✩ Cold, Lonely Lake

✩ Kitty Calls (Headcanon)

HR Wells

✩ Mistaken Relations (Songfic)

A Scientist’s Secret

Sherloque Wells

✩ French Cuddles 101 (Headcanon)

Nash Wells

✩ Stargazing

✩ Into the Air

✩ The Only Language I Speak

✩ Forgetfulness

✩ Bed Monster

✩ Lovable Idiot

A Second of Your Time (Headcanon)

EoWells

✩ “Tough Villain”

✩ Heroes and Villains

OG Eobard Thawne/Mattobard

✩ The Dance of a Lifetime

✩ “Tough Villain”

Multiple Wells

✩ A Special Something (Headcanon)

✩ Hooked on Love (Headcanon)

✩ Birthday Surprises and Love (Headcanon)

✩ Children of Magic (Headcanon)

✩ Jealousy, Jealousy (Wells x Wells)

Hoping Eight Lasts Prolongedly Master List

Ralph Dibny

Catching a Feeling

#master list #the flash #tom cavanagh #matt letscher #harrison wells #timeless wells #harry wells #hr wells #sherloque wells #nash wells #eowells #eobard thawne #harrison wells x reader #timeless wells x reader #harry wells x reader #hr wells x reader #sherloque wells x reader #nash wells x reader #eowells x reader #eobard thawne x reader

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

⚡ At War With Love

At War With Love: You, the companion and girlfriend of one Harrison Wells, haven’t exactly been honest with your friends, or your boyfriend. As it turns out, your secret isn’t a secret to all, and the man you thought you were dating has been keeping secrets of his own. 

Warnings: Language, Wound Description. 

To Note: Eowells x FemaleMeta!Reader.

Word Count: ~3.4k

You were still yanking your wrists against the restraints holding your arms to the chair long after Barry had run off with Professor Stein. He hadn’t known you were being held too and you figured that your friends were only now starting to wonder where you had gone. Well, you at least hoped they were wondering. You weren’t exactly sure where your worth as Harrison’s… companion, lay, amongst Team Flash. 

Looking down at your bloody wrists, you bit down on your lip at the sight of your cut skin. Your ability to regenerate was quite slow, so the cuts in your skin were in various stages of healing making you had been held prisoner for weeks, rather than six long days. Discoloration was scattered all along your wrists and forearms. The broken skin looked worse.

To be honest, you looked a lot worse than you had been dealt with, mainly because you had put up one hell of a fight when they took you, and not once had you made anything easy for them. Breathing as a fresh wave of pain cut further into your arms, your eyes lifted from your body to look at Eiling who was currently in the process of pouring himself a drink. 

“I’d pour you a glass, but you have proved to be far too much trouble to wander around free, Miss Y/L/N,” Eiling said as he recapped the bottle. You glared at him before yanking at your wrists some more, splattering more blood on the concrete floor beneath you. “Though your healing abilities might prove useful.”

“Doubtful, I can’t control it,” You spat back with a growl. "How useful can it be?"

“I'm going to go out on a limb and guess your friends don’t know about it, do they…” Eiling guessed, your flinch told him that he had guessed correctly. 

“Doctor?” 

The doctor you had seen hanging around walked forwards with a big nasty needle in hand and a betadine scrub in the other. Your eyes went wide and you started struggling more, yanking hard at your wrists. 

“No need to struggle,” Eiling spoke up as two soldiers walked over and put their hands on your shoulders, shoving you forwards in your seat to expose the back of your neck. “We just need some of your lymphatic fluid. If we militarize your healing factor, our soldiers will be that much better, nearly indestructible. Consider it your contribution of humanities greatest invention.”

Gasping and jerking against the hands holding you forwards, you found your struggles a fruitless task as your hair was shoved to the side and the betadine scrub was brushed over your neck. Nails curving into talons, your nostrils flared as your heart raced in your chest, the anticipation building. The moment the needle entered your neck, you felt sharp pain and your limbs twitched. 

A small whimper slipped from your lips and feeling the needle slide further, you dug your fingers into the chair until you could feel your fingernails breaking. A heavy wheeze flowed from your open mouth when the needle stopped going in and you could feel it pulling liquid out. That made you twitch even more against the hard hands holding you down. 

“And that’s what we need for now,” The Doctor said before yanking the needle out. Letting out a grunt, you shook off the hands on your shoulder while feeling fluid dribbling down your neck. You didn’t know what it was but you had a feeling that it was either blood or something much worse. 

“You know that they are going to find out that I’m missing eventually, right?” You croaked out, lifting your head to glare into Eiling’s eyes. 

“Oh I’m counting on it, you see, you are also my insurance that Wells continues to cooperate with me, you’re my way of keeping him in line,” Eiling said before picking up his glass and looking at the doctor. “Tell me what you find, if we can synthesize something that helps speed up healing. I want to know what makes her tick.” 

“Understood.” You drooped where you sat, dejected and wondering if you were going to end up as a lab rat because of some weak meta power you had gained. There was a sound of retreating feet and you knew you were left to bleed in your chair. Considering that you already had wounds your body was trying to heal, your neck wasn’t going to close up anytime soon.

A drop of what was oozing from your neck slipped around to the side and dropped from your skin, hitting your exposed knee. It was red, you think you prefer blood to spinal fluid. The ache in your wrists went onto the back burner, your neck burning in pain and echos of the needle jabbing in on replay in your memories. You trembled in place.

You chose to stare at your leg, watching the occasional red drop of blood slide from your neck and splash against your skin. Ever so slowly the frequency of the splashes slowed down, indicating that your healing was kicking in. You didn’t know how long you sat there, slumped over, your head hanging down as your predicament really started hitting you. 

You were the perfect lab rat for Eiling, a solider with self-healing capabilities was a better, faster, more robust soldier. No doubt the doctor would find some way to enhance the speed of healing, and as long as they had you, they would have an unlimited supply to test on. Softly groaning, your fingers twitched as a peculiar numbness started taking over your body. Were you going to pass out because your body was overwhelmed with things to heal? Perhaps, and maybe that would be a relief. You were hungry, so hungry, and the bags of saline occasionally pumped into you did little to curb the raw hunger in your stomach.

While you were trying not to wallow in self-pity and break down in tears because you truly were expendable… you heard electronics in the room crackle for a moment. Lurching your head up in confusion, because the last time you had heard that, Barry had entered the room a few seconds after, you looked around. Surely Barry hadn’t come back… had he? Your eyes blinked in confusion as Eiling picked up on the fluctuation as well. He didn’t even get out one word before he was gone, his glass shattering on the floor and the liquid splashing on the floor.

A gasp just barely slipped through your lips. It didn’t take your brain long to connect the dots, but what was he doing here? Dumbly staring at the broken glass as the soldiers in the room started muttering between themselves, you didn’t have to wait long for something to happen again. The crackle happened once more, and with your mind just barely registering that the restraints had been removed, you found your sluggish and limp body swung up into a pair of deadly arms. 

Whimpering out in pain at the sudden movement, you blinked hazily at a vibrating yellow suit and then red eyes. Despite your lethargic state, you were still freaking out on the inside. Yellow suit, Reverse Flash, pretty sure that was a bad thing? What did he want with you? Lying limp was all you could do while cradled in his arms, any movement you did only seemed to inflame your neck. One lethargic blink and the world was moving. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to ignore the sudden roll your stomach made at the movement. You had always hated it when Barry zipped around with you but at least now you felt so weak the thought of throwing up seemed the least of your worries. 

It seemed that just as quickly as the movement started, it came to a stop, causing yet another wave of nausea to briefly run through your body. Groaning softly as your stomach threatened to rebel, you felt your body being set down and your limbs flop around. You forced yourself onto your side to huddle in a small, trembling ball, pulling your torn-up wrists to your chest to fully hunker down. 

Leather fingers gently brushed your messy, greasy hair away from your neck and your automatic response was to whimper and shrivel. Nothing was jabbed into your neck again and a rather light touch brushed along the aching skin. Flinching slightly, you forced yourself to turn your fearful eyes to the glowing red ones of the Reverse Flash. 

“I was wondering where you had gone to, you aren’t one to wander or disappear,” His garbled voice said as he crouched down so you were at eye level. “I should have known Eiling would have gone after you.” 

“Why?” You whispered out weakly. Leather gloves were soon plucking one of your wrists, raising it to reveal your discolored skin and lines of scabbed over cuts. 

“Your gift of healing is quite valuable, Y/N,” You didn’t have the energy to question how he knew your name, or how he had come to find out about your healing factor. The Reverse Flash always seemed to know everything.

“It’s slow and I can’t control it, how is that valuable?” 

“It might not be powerful now,” He responded before his body stopped vibrating and he was pulling the cowl down. Your eyes widened as your next breath caught in your throat and you choked on it. Harrison smiled gently down at you. “But it will be.” 

“I don’t understand and I’m not sure I want to,” You croaked out while Harrison ran his thumb along your uncut skin. You should be feeling a multitude of emotions right now, but all you felt was exhaustion and emptiness. 

“I know,” Harrison said with a light smile, the smile not reaching his eyes which were storing with intense thoughts. “We will talk, Y/N, when you are feeling better. Try to get some sleep.” 

You would have snarkily shot back that how could you possibly sleep after being held captive for a week and then finding out that he was the Reverse Flash, but all you wanted to do was sleep. So that’s what you did.

You woke up curled up on your side with a blanket carefully tucked around your aching body. The aches in your body were nothing new, they always appeared when you had to use your healing abilities extensively. It sucked and you felt like a zombie for the days afterward. At least that feeling was also shortening in duration. Perhaps it was getting better.

Slowly lurching your tired body into a sitting position, you looked to the nearest window, it had been nighttime when Harrison had rescued you. Now it looked like it was late afternoon, maybe early evening. You had slept the day away. 

Holding out your right wrist while clutching the blanket around your shoulders, you looked at the fading marks from the restraints. Dried blood was smeared all over your skin, but the area around it looked well on its way to being fully healed. You lowered your arm and looked down at your leg peeking out from underneath the blanket. That too was smeared with blood. You were a mess, an absolute mess… and yet you barely had the energy to care. 

You tentatively reached out for the floor with your bare toes, intending to get to your feet and hunt down a certain man that had a lot of explaining to do. Standing up wasn’t exactly effortless, and several grunts and soft noises escaped your mouth before you stood hunched over without swaying side to side. 

Tottering over to the door with the blanket dragging behind you, you pulled it open and blinked when you were greeted with the familiar sight of Harrison’s house. You followed the hallway to the main area of the house. When in doubt, you would find Harrison somewhere on the first floor. Hopefully…

You reached the stairs and carefully started shuffling down them, using one hand to grip the railing. It was slow going, your legs still feeling quite wobbly underfoot but you managed to get down the flight of stairs without tripping and falling the rest of the way down. Your feet hit the first-floor marble, it was cool against them and soothed the aching feeling that dug deep into the pads. 

The first thing you picked up on was the lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee which made your feet start heading in the direction of the kitchen, blanket still dragging behind you. You walked through the hall of glass walls and tentatively emerged in the sleek, modern kitchen.

“How are you feeling?” You blinked at that mundane question before slowly tilting your eyes to the floor and shrugging half-heartedly while tightening your fingers on the blanket around your shoulders. “Y/N, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happens when you heal.” 

“I get sore,” You answered in a quiet, scratchy voice. “And my energy is drained, I sleep a lot, and I look sickly. It doesn’t feel good.”

You heard the sound of a chair soft scraping on the floor as he got to his feet. Your eyes stayed trained on your feet. You saw his feet come into view and seconds later fingers were gently pulling your chin up so you had to look him in the eyes. 

“When was the last time you ate?” Harrison questioned, you pressed your lips together before responding. 

“What day is it?” He let out a sigh at your question before guiding you over to the dining table. 

“Sit, I’ll fix you something to eat.” Slumping in a chair, you pulled the blanket further around your shoulders and buried your chin and mouth in the soft fabric. Your pretty sure you fell back to sleep sitting right there because one moment you were staring at the tabletop… and the next fingers brushing hair out of your face were drawing you from sleep. 

You jerked ever so slightly where you sat and stared at the table in front of you where a plate of the leftover pasta dish. With Harrison's proclivity to pull all-nighters, you always made several freezable meals for him in advance. This had been one of them. 

“Eat,” Harrison said while holding a fork out in front of you. Your hand appeared from your swaddled mess of blankets and gingerly took the fork from him. Slowly, you started picking at the food in front of you. 

Your eyes stared at the bathwater that was slowly turning pink from the dried blood on your body. You had food in your stomach, had slept some, and yet all you did was sit in the bath staring at the water with a vacant look. Your eyes drifted to your wrists and the fading bruises, the only evidence left of being tied up.

You suppose you should be feeling more than you currently were given the situation you had been in twenty-four hours ago. Pulling your knees towards your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs and stared at your fingers. Soft blue light flickered between your fingers, fuzzy and unstable. 

Harrison reentered the bathroom, a change of clothes in hand. He paused for a moment before setting them on the counter and walking over to the side of the tub. A soft blue glow was sparking between your fingers. Your powers. They would manifest much quicker now. Harrison knelt next to you and reached over to take one of your wrists. 

“You are supposed to be washing the blood off.” He commented before taking the washcloth you were supposed to be scrubbing the crusty dried blood from your skin. “Y/N,”

Your blank eyes slowly lifted to look at his. 

“He did a number on you, didn’t he,” Harrison continued as he took your chin in hand and brushed his thumb over your lips. This was the first time he had ever seen you so out of it, so listless, almost broken even.

“He wasn’t going to let me go,” You finally responded numbly. “Not with my power at his disposal. He wanted to use me to make his perfect soldiers.” 

“Eiling won’t be a problem any longer, and he certainly won’t ever be setting eyes on you again.” He told you sternly, darkness flashing in his eyes. “I will make sure of that.” 

“Why?” 

“I protect my own, Y/N, you are mine, and mine alone.” He answered simply before running the washcloth along your bloody skin. Your brain didn’t have the energy to mull over his words any further as Harrison continued to gently scrub the dried blood from your skin. The water changed to a darker pink color as the blood was washed from your skin. 

Through your numb state and zero reaction to cleaning your body up from the mess, Harrison never once used more than a gentle touch. 

“I always found you and your gift to be stunning,” Harrison went on, slowly drawing the washcloth over your shoulder to clean the trails of dried blood from your neck. All that remained from the needle mark was slightly redden skin. “That’s what drew me to you, in my time, you are legendary.”

He went on to explain who he really was, and how he had gotten trapped in the past. Your numb state took it all in without reaction, and when he started washing the dirt, sweat, and grime from your hair, you stared up into his face. 

“For someone so brilliantly smart,” You started, blinking up at him. “I don’t understand how you could have ever been fascinated with someone like me.” 

Harrison’s lips twitched into a soft smile as he pulled the extra shampoo from your hair. He then pulled the drain on the tub and got the faucet going once more. 

“I wanted to know who the legendary woman idolized in my time was as a person.” He explained while running a hand underneath the stream of water. “And believe me, I have not been disappointed. You have no idea how bewildering it was to me when you of all people agreed to date me.” 

“Do you know how bewildering it was to me that someone like Harrison Wells would even give me a second glance?” You muttered underneath your breath as he started running the detachable showerhead over your hair. “If you haven’t noticed, I bumble around a lot, not exactly ‘legendary’. I’m mundane, boring, o one ever noticed me.”

“Maybe not now, but you will be.” He answered as he continued to wash the soap from your hair. Eventually, you were finally clean from your week-long captivity and Harrison was wrapping a towel around your body and pulling you back to your feet. Somehow, you found the will to change into the clothes he had grabbed from the stash of clothes you had kept at Harrison’s house when you stayed over. 

Dressed in a shirt and shorts, and with your hair hanging limp but clean around your shoulders, you crawled into the bed you had shared with Harrison. Only one thing was on your mind. Sleep. Curling up on your side, you allowed yourself to succumb to the strong urge to hibernate until your energy was replenished. 

You wish you could have said that your sleep was peaceful, but for some reason, Eiling’s face echoed in your subconscious and phantom pain from your previous injuries and torture pulsated underneath your skin. You found yourself thrashing among twisted sheets, your heart racing like never before as you nearly hyperventilated. Hands were grabbing at your flailing limbs and preventing them from flying about while noises of panic and desperation passed through your lips. 

“Y/N, wake up.” A strong voice said, jarring you out of your nightmare. "Y/N!"  

Eyes flying open as you gasped on air, your fear-filled eyes met Harrison’s blue ones before daring around, looking for danger.  

"You're safe, you're safe," He said gently as you shook in his arms like a leaf. Your lips pressed together as you tried to stifle the whimpers pouring from your mouth. You slumped against his chest and tried to control your rapid and heavy breathing. While you slowly drifted back to sleep, Harrison ran his fingers through your wild bedhead. One last thought entered your mind before you truly slipped back under.

You definitely still had feelings for Harrison, but knowing that he was the Reverse Flash changed everything. Was it even safe to be near the man that you had been dating for a long time? He said that he wouldn't let anything happen to you again, but would you eventually need protection from him?

You were at war with your love. Who was going to come out on top? Your love for Harrison? Or your love for your friends? 

Date Published: Heck if I Know

Last Edit: 6/22/23

EoWells Masterlist

The Flash Masterlist

#the flash x reader #the flash #eowells x reader #eobard thawne x y/n #eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne

[littlelambscandyland]

Precious Thing

Cg!Eowells x Little!Reader x Cg!Eobard

Warnings- Female Reader, Panic Attack, Regression to 3yrs, Use of Daddy (non-sexual)

Eo used for Eowells and Eobard for past Eobard (not confusing at all lol)

It’d been a few weeks since he arrived. The other Eobard. One who didn’t know you or care to learn. Blonde hair and blue eyes, quite unlike the dark haired man you know.

Those few weeks have taken its toll. The man was cruel and capricious. It brought you back to when you first discovered that Harrison Wells wasn’t who he said he was. It brought you back to when you both hid yourselves with anger and hurtful words.

Your biggest problem however wasn’t the bickering with a past version of your husband. Your biggest problem was the stress waying you down without regressing. Eo tried to convince you. Tried to reassure you that the other him wouldn’t hurt you, but you feared Eobards words just as much as his actions.

Today was extremely difficult. You could feel yourself slipping. Your mind and body betray you to act on protective instinct to save you from yourself.

You barely made it back to your home, back to your room, before you regressed into a small child. Perhaps you were 3, maybe 4. You had no chance to call him, no chance to plan.

You’d moved quickly but not quick enough to completely avoid his eye. Not long after you locked yourself in the room you heard a knock. An aggressive knock. A noise you just couldn’t handle.

The sob tore its way through your throat as you buried your head into your pillow. The pillow you wish was your stuffie. You wanted the comfort, the love of your caregiver. Your mind could only make out how alone you were. Your breathing grew rapid. In only a small amount of time you were completely panicking.

So caught in your mind you didn’t notice the man phasing through the door. So caught up in your own mind you didn’t notice anything he was doing at all. You only noticed Eobards presence when an arm pulls you into a chest.

Your panic grew more. Whines and cries coming out of your mouth. You were turned in strong arms to face the blonde. He seemed confused himself. He pulled you in and shushed you calmly. He rocked you slowly.

“He’ll be back soon. Poor thing, you just can’t handle anything alone can you?” Despite his tease his voice was soft and sweet.

Your heart raced, but he held you tightly. His grip brought you a bit of comfort among your turmoil.

~~~~~~~~~

Soon enough Eo walked in quickly. “Aww, you sweet little thing. Look at you.”

Eo took you from Eobards arms as you clinged to him desperately. The man holds a dummy up that you take without question. Where he got it you weren’t sure, or where he got your favorite plushie, but you weren’t going to question him.

“You precious little girl, just couldn’t wait for daddy to come home hm?” Eo says as he peppers your face in kisses.

Eobard looked awkwardly between you and Eo. Brows furrowed as he tried to process the scene. His future self coddling a regressed version of his partner. He wanted to be petty and annoyed. To hold onto the anger he normally feels, but he couldn’t. Your cries have dimmed to a pout as Eo pretends your stuffed friend was real, and honestly, Eobard could feel himself fall in love with this little girl. You were so cute reaching towards the toy in Eos hand.

Eo looks towards Eobard with a knowing look. Smirking before looking back at you. “He was so nice to you wasn’t he, princess? You should thank him.” He tells you light-heartedly.

He turns you towards Eobard, and takes your pacifier. You hold up your toy as if it’d protect you. You sigh lightly and mumble out a few babbles.

Eo laughs and narrows his eyes at you. “That wasn't done properly and you know it.”

A few nonsensical sounds fall out of your mouth again before you whisper out, “tank oo eobar”.

You look down shyly and hide behind your plush again. Eobard who had sat there staring at you before shaking out of his own head. 

He pulled out his signature smirk and responded quickly. “Of course, how else would I react to a toddler?”

“Yes, there is no other way to act when such a precious thing is in distress.” Eo responds smoothly.

A squeak comes from you in response to the two mens shared words. Both men couldn’t help but smile at you as you cuddled into your soft toy.

Eo stands with you in his arms. “Why don’t we have some dinner?” He asks you before looking down at Eobard questioningly.

You nod enthusiastically as Eobard stands. The rest of the night was spent with two daddies proudly caring for their precious little girl.

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[hells-wells]

So..... Anyone else have the thought that his vibrating hands would come in handy 😅 will admit that was the first thought I had

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[austarus]

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Chain of Events

*A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

**Please don’t forget to comment, like, and reblog. It means a lot to content creators of all kinds!

***I’d also like to thank @grimtamlain-writes​ for being my beta reader.

****Here’s a little fic to cheer us up in light of what’s unfolding in season 8. I’m still just watching the Eo clips so I’m just going to stick to my writing and nothing else because I simply do not know what to do with the current plot (?). I’m still on hiatus due to school, but this and a few completed drafts were just sitting around. I have one more chapter to finish for the Wells-Thawne family (that I’ve been procrastinating) but that section of four chapters will be released once i finish the forth chapter before getting started on the next chapter installment for the series.

Word Count: 2835

MASTERLIST

“Well, don’t you look nice in red,” you whispered into the empty room, materializing from the shadows in a fit of darkness. You couldn’t help but eye the Scarlet Speedster in the Cortex. Eobard’s breath hitched as he abruptly twisted his head to the sound of your voice. His tensed shoulders relaxed. You sent him a little wave with wiggling fingers. You were perched on top of a side table, one leg over the other and that cheshire-like grin plastered on your face. Both your hands were pressed on the table, propping yourself up as you had no support for your back. “All noble and dignified in that suit. A true hero,” you continued to tease him. "Isn't that right, Flash?"  

It was Eobard’s turn to smirk, his heart warming in his chest significantly at the sight of you. He ran a hand through his slightly mused hair as the speedster approached you. You uncrossed your legs while the ‘hero’ loomed over you. “You shouldn’t be here,” the genius murmured teasingly, already wrapping his arms around you gingerly and slotting himself between your legs. You snuggled into his arms, pressing your face into his chest and breathing him in. You shut your eyes as you savored this moment with him. “The others will get ideas, Shadow Weaver.” Eobard’s grip tightened around you, placing sweet kisses on top of your head. He could get drunk off your company alone; the idea that you came this far with him, for him, out of love had the speedster thoroughly smitten. It’s not like Eobard would ever grow tired of you or the adoration he saw behind the fire in your eyes. One day, I’ll take you far away and we can live the life we’ve dreamed off, my little bird.

Even though you saw Eobard two days ago, the situation had been different, drastically different. This whole plan still gnawed at you; he had killed Barry Allen as a child in this temporary reality all the while taking up Barry’s place as The Flash… and as Iris West’s fiancé. All of this in order to siphon off speed from the Speed Force until the time point is corrected and when Barry would show up, he would be unmistakably heartbroken with dread. You knew it was a charade and you understood Eobard’s intentions as well as having faith in him. But seeing her by his side always felt like a sharp knife to your gut, twisting and twisting, even though Eobard had made it blatantly clear that he would never touch Iris the way he touches you. He would never choose her because he had you. You were always his endgame.

“Let them,” you muttered, shifting back to meet his eyes dead on. You laid your hands against his firm chest. “We won’t be in this reality for much longer anyway.” We’re almost done here. I can hold out for a little longer.

Eobard’s eyes ran over you, a glint of worry in them as his tongue clicked at your bandaged arms. He couldn’t help himself, his fingers moved to hold them in his gloveless hands. Instinctively, your body flinched away slightly from his touch. Eobard furrowed his brows as something dark stirred in his soul. His eyes caught sight of the bandages peaking the collar of your shirt and his jaw set. With one hand, the speedster brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “How are you feeling?” 

“Better, although I think you handled me a bit too roughly over in our last staged fight. I just have a mild headache and some pain here and there.”

“I’m sorry.” The speedster took your head and leaned down, gently kissing your injured limbs. Eobard noticed how your body tensed up under his touch. His thumb gently rubbed the edge of the wrapping. “I hadn’t calculated Iris breaching to the fight. I should have cut the comms before heading to the warehouse.” To his chagrin, Iris came to your ‘fight’ with the genius speedster and shot at you multiple times regardless of his warnings for her to stay back. Eobard couldn’t care less about her safety, but Iris was one of the keys to Reverse Flashpoint. You tried to not hurt the journalist with your powers, if only to get her to stop shooting at you to flee with your Shadow Step. The speedster let out a sigh before resting his forehead on your uninjured shoulder as another apology fell from his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” 

“Hey, look at me,” you cupped the villain’s face in your hands, confidence bolstered your words. “I’m ok, I am more than capable of protecting myself even if you’re around. Was the situation less than tasteful? Yes, but I’m still in one piece. I’m still here and we’re seeing this through to the end so we can get back to you beating the living hell out of Barry and me watching from the sidelines with some popcorn.”

You planted a sweet kiss to his lips, one he returned sensually. “Just a few more days and we’ll be in a permanent timeline,” Eobard mused as he dipped his head a little, his mind already re-evaluated every course of action with Team Flash. They wouldn’t turn on him, not with how easily he has them ensnared in his script for the final act. “Barry showed up at the little ceremony.” 

“I know, I was watching from the upstairs balcony.”

“Nothing slips past you, does it?” 

“Not when you’re involved, my love,” you giggled as Eobard nuzzled into your neck, placing a few chaste kisses on your skin. You hugged him closer as electricity from the computers in the Cortex continued to hum. “I’ll be keeping Barry preoccupied the next few days. Put on a little show, have him second guess everything and teeter towards the edge.” I wonder what he’ll see the more he uses the Negative Speed Force.

“Such a clever little bird,” Eobard remarked smugly, kissing your lips  “Everything’s going just as planned, naturally. We took it all from him. All I need is for whatever speed is left of the Speed Force to sync with my body before converting to Negative Speed Force particles.” We’ll be evenly matched once more in a few days.

You couldn’t help but avert your gaze from your fiancé. Your mouth moved, articulating your thoughts. “...I’m still not happy about Iris being around you nearly 24/7.”

“I’m not exactly enthused about it either,” Eobard agreed, shaking his head to himself as your gaze locked back with his. There was always such sincerity in his eyes when he spoke to you. “Or the fact that you’ll be by Barry’s side when he chooses to attack. I want his world to shatter all around him just as he had done to me. Things aren’t what they seem in this… reversal of events, to him, but it’s everything that I’ve strung together with the pieces at my disposal. I want him to break before he realizes that Damian’s the key to changing the timeline permanently. Our game of chess is not over.”

You let out a little sigh, dancing your fingers over his shoulders before loosely locking your arms around his neck. Eobard kept his hands on your sides. “Just… promise me when we get back we’ll take some time away from here,” you commented, knowing that he can sense the exhaustion you were feeling from living in Reverse Flashpoint for so long with him in order for things to go his way.

“I was thinking about that earlier when I was sitting at the last meeting with the others. I know you’ve been wanting to tour the Maldives.”

“You remember that?” You simply cocked an eyebrow at his oddly specific suggestion.

“Yes, of course I remember,” the speedster responded softly.

“It’s just I talked about that when we were…” You trailed off, biting your lip and dropping your gaze. That was so long ago.

Your murder speedster husband cupped your face, bringing your eyes to meet his icy blue ones. Eobard knew exactly what you were thinking. “What?”

“I remember when the two of us were planning things out seven years ago. You’d take me back and… we’d have that small wedding and have our honeymoon traveling to multiple islands. We’d explore everything, it would just be us and the open sea.” The genius scientist remained silent as he heard the slight ache in your voice. Seven years had passed and the two of you hadn’t been any closer to doing the things the two of you had discussed. You continued, “I know to a speedster seven years isn’t much, but it seemed like a lifetime for me. I just really miss you…”

“I know.” I couldn’t be there with you for a majority of time. Trying to outrun being erased or being executed. We could have had it all if Allen had just saved his mother and allowed us to go to my time. All that time, wasted. Time… And for that, I swear on my life that I’ll make up for every second that passed us. “Come on,” Eobard reeled himself back before tugging one of your hands for you to jump off the table. Your body protested at the sudden movement, an ache running through your nervous system.

“Where are we going?”

“Out, we’re going to get some of your favorite sushi and snacks and stay up all night by the fire until the sun comes up.”

“Wait, what about your whole plan with Team Flash? And Iris?”

“That can all go to hell.”

“But Barry-”

“With Allen sulking around I have no more use for Team Flash and Iris at the moment,” the Wells doppelganger explained, his hand giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he looked down at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You saw the bits of longing and adoration behind those eyes as he looked at you solemnly. “I just want to spend some time with you before we run from this time point.”

***

“One hundred and thirty pieces of sushi at your service,” Eobard announced, striding into your bedroom with three large-sized party platters of various sushi stacked on top of one another. The speedster also bought you some gyoza, crab rangoons, and takoyaki. You couldn’t help the little gasp you made and the giddy smile on your face. You set your phone to the side and pressed out the spare, old towel from it’s creases. You were sitting cross-legged on your plush bed with multiple napkins positioned by the glass plates. Eobard could literally see sparkles in your eyes and he had to stop himself from chuckling at how cute you looked right now.

What can I say? I’m a simple girl, food makes me happy. Along with books and other things that I indulge greatly in. I am not ashamed to be honest. “You really know how to spoil a girl,” you felt your mouth watering as you opened up one container. You chopsticks were at the ready while your speedster genius got his plate and chopsticks. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries.” 

Did she just use my line?

The dark-haired man could only cock an ironic eyebrow at you as you started digging in .The two of you ate in comfortable silence, you were on your phone while Eobard was flipping through for either Criminal Minds or the Discovery Channel. Setting his plate down on his lap, Eobard glanced at you due to the different audios that he heard. “Are you on that stupid clock app again?”

“What? It’s entertaining, plus it helps pass the time.”

“As in ‘pass the time when you’re not around’. Right?”

You rolled your eyes at his accusation while trying to mock your voice. “I’m neither confirming nor denying that statement.”

“You don’t have to, that wicked smile of yours says it all,” the genius nudged you with his shoulder to which you nudged back. You couldn’t help but drop the serious demeanor you adorned to grin cheerily at Eobard. The speedster helped clean up, putting the sushi in smaller containers to fit in the fridge while you tidied up the room. A thought crossed your mind as Eobard re-entered the room and shut the door. You were already under the cool covers, freshened up for bed in your pajamas as your index finger played with your pillow case. In a torrent of gold lightning, Eobard was all done and making his way out of the bathroom to climb into bed with you. The speedster had his arms around your waist, hugging you close as he nudged his head to rest on your chest. You carded your fingers through his silky hair and took in little breaths through your nose. The dark-haired genius shut his eyes as he listened intently to your heart beat. Cuddling like this always calmed his chaotically racing mind. He's running his hands over your back, sending a shiver down your spine. Eobard planted a kiss on your collarbone, causing you to giggle quietly before clearing your throat. The whispered words at the back of your mind tugged at your heartstrings.

“Eo?”

“Hm?”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

The genius speedster pull away to look at you with curious eyes, he can sense the small flickering flame of worry in you. “When we go back to this new ‘corrected’ timeline, I don’t want Barry to separate us again.”

“They won’t,” the speedster murmured, the pads of Eo’s finger’s rubbed little circles on your back, “I’ll be damned if they take you away from me.”

You couldn’t help but respond with a small nod, but there was that nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach. Something unsettled you as the engagement ring on your necklace felt heavier. Your eyes drifted to see that Eobard was wearing his engagement ring on a necklace around his neck too. Not the faux one he had given to Iris, no. Eobard had hand crafted your ring and his years ago, something you secretly wore under your tops and shirts through the years. “You sure this will work?”

“It will. It has to. I’ve... run out of fast options that doesn’t include a speed drug. Barry’s becoming more and more like his future self, but I can still see the same boy from seven years ago. Confused and hurt. His connection to his Speed Force has gotten stronger, I’m merely using that to my advantage in this temporary time point.”

“.... What if something goes wrong? Then what?”

“I’ll adapt, I always do.” I have to, I have to fulfill my destiny and I cannot do that without you.

“I don’t want you to die again, Eo,” you whispered, almost in a pleading tone, running your fingers through his dark hair.

“I won’t, they’d have to take my speed and you away to seal my fate. To take my life.” Eo shifted himself as you pressed your lips into a thin line. He cupped your face gingerly. “What? What’s that look for?”

“I’m thinking.”

“What’s that beautiful mind thinking of?”

Your thoughts were falling right out of your mouth, allowing for your insides to churn with the notions your mind was conjuring. “I’m wondering how would your body react if your speed was taken away. What kind of toll it would have if Barry somehow found a way to sever you from the Negative Speed Force permanently. Barry was weak six years ago when he gave his speed to Zolomon, but you... yours is different than his.

Eo sucked in a little breath, his mind reluctantly contemplating such an outcome. It was something he thought of from time to time, should Barry advance enough to commit to that path. Swallowing thickly, the villain responded, “I wouldn’t be able to move much. It would take my much much longer to heal compared to Barry. It... would be hard to breathe. My mind would still be intellectually fast due to being a natural genius, but...” I would be a hallow shell of a man. He trailed off, not wanting to finish or tempt the thought that that outcome would be what his life could resort to. Speedless and alone.

“You’re not allowed to die,” you gave him a hard kiss, emphasizing your words and cupping his face to look at you. “You hear me? You’re not allowed to leave me like last time. You’re not allowed to lose yourself, to lose your speed.”

“You’re not allowed to die either,” Eobard couldn’t help but smirk at the blossoming determination on your face, a cute little and unyielding frown. “You’re not allowed to leave my side. You’re not allowed to give up on us.”

Deep down something inside you still stirred, but with the way that Eobard looked at you. The adoration in his simple touches, it had you feeling a bit reassured. “I love you.”

“And I love you, my little songbird.”

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[elfwoodfae]

Eowells x reader Nightcall Epilogue?

Hello, long time no see, I hope you at all doing good. I wanted to post this and say that it could be read as a stand alone but is in reality a continuation of nightcall. I hope you enjoy it and as per usual let me know what you think. This also felt like a safe space and piece to come back into writing after such an absence, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

It’s been a little too long since the last time any resemblance of emotion other than hatred or pain has crossed his mind. A mind so broken over time in a race he knows he will never win no matter how much he tries to fool himself with the idea that he will. He won’t, deep down he knows this, he has prepared himself for the inevitable outcome, and yet here he is, knotting the robe that will ultimately hang him, he is a dead man walking and he knows it, its a fate he accepted even as he lives through it, playing all the chess pieces the way they are supposed to be played, even if he now knows what moves he could have done differently. Some days, when he is in the mood he likes to write them down, make a list if you will of how he could have prevented the tragedy, his ending.

1. Y/n.

Or so he tries to convince himself, trying to silence the voices of the dead that weight on what’s left of his mind. The past coming to haunt him once again through what’s left of him, telling him how he knows he would do it all over again and again and again, how he would relive every second of the agony and suffering those past few years have been for him, locked in a cell, with the constant reminder of his failure dancing through his vision. Is not like Allen has made it any easier to deal with, or Cisco for that matter, their hatred transformed into pity over the years just serves him to pick on the wounds that will never heal, living in a constant state of rawness.

He tries every night to forget, to close his eyes and pretend he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t see the ghost of you looking back at him, your eyes void of life, he swears he can smell the blood, that he can feel his body burning from the speed, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the weight of your body as he held it, still warm, still there, your eyes still open but no life left in them.

It’s been 10 years, ten long painful years and he can still recall every damn second of that night, every moment, every mistake. The aftermath of a war that you had no business fighting, a war that belonged to him.

He remembers those first few years, when he would close his eyes almost nightly, revisiting a memory of you he had carved in his heart, the only place he had ever truly found solace, a place he no longer visited. As the years went by he visited it less and less, the solace became torture, a face he knew so well distorting into nothingness, and the more he went the less he could remember you, a final punishment for his soul, to not be able to remember what you looked like, and in the fear of never been able to see you again he opted to close that door, throw the key so far into his mind not even in death would he find it again. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up with a strange feeling to his chest, he can’t place his finger on what it is, maybe anxiousness or tranquility, they sometimes feel so similar is hard to distinguish them. He notices how the bed feels, too soft to be the one on his cell and when he rubs his face against the pillow he feels it, that perfume that haunted his every breathing moment, the scent of live itself. Your scent hits him so unexpectedly his eyes threaten to water, his heart flutters so harshly it hurts, and when he finally snaps out of it and lifts his head he notices where he is. His house, the one he shared with you for such a briefly period of time but a time where he can’t even remember what it was like before you even came along, as if it had always been yours and he was just the guest.

“ I didn’t hear you waking up, I would have come back to bed sooner.” His eyes water this time and his heart threatens to kill him, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t understand how you are here, smiling at him, looking at him with that sparkle in your eyes as you climb over the bed to him, wearing one of his white shirts you loved so much.

His silence is so intense, his eyes so sharp on you he can see the change in your expression, the worry taking over at his quietness. Before you can ask him what’s wrong his hand is already caressing your cheek, his fingers digging in your skin, near your hair as he grabs onto you and pulls himself up to sit up, his arms wrapping themselves over your form, his face burying in your hair. He feels your hand on his bare back, caressing it as you try to free your head of his hold to look up at him, wondering with your eyes what’s gotten into him.

“ I have missed you so much.’’ He says, not caring for a second how odd or out of place it could feel for you.

“ I have been here all the time, i didn’t go anywhere.’’ Your voice resonates through his mind, bouncing around every part of his brain.

‘’ No…”

“No?’’ You interrupt him before he can continue.

He realizes this must be a dream, a cruel dream he will wake up from, he will wake up back in the cell, such a cruelty of fate to tease him like this. Hasn’t he given enough? Hasn’t he suffered enough? Paid the price of his mistakes yet he is living the worst of the punishment again, having you with him once again to be taken from him at any moment, at any point without a previous warning.

No. No, he is a logical man he knows what a dream is, he knows this is not one. He tries to pull himself together, to breathe, to feel, to think. He moves his hand and looks at his watch, it reads Saturday November 5 on the little date window. It hasn’t happened, nothing has happened.

“Eobard’’ your voice brings him back, your eyes look at him so fiercely, so determine, making the next few words that come out of your mouth all the more shocking.

“You did it, its all fine now.” And he has to wonder for a moment, it’s this death or paradise?

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[eonash]

Headcannon or scenario with the Wells boys getting a handmade crocheted blanket as a gift. 💞 Something I love doing for others

i took it one step further and may have.. possibly made it so that all the wells recieve different crocheted gifts. i hope that is okay, enjoy! 😄 ALSO THANKS TO @yetanotherwells FOR THE TITLE IDEA

Hooked on Love (Headcanon)

All!Wells (EoWells, Harry, HR, Sherloque, Nash, Timeless/OG) x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff (and bad humour from, I)

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EoWells

• You would see Eobard sitting in his famous wheelchair by the fireplace. You would tiptoe over, holding your gift close to you, smiling to yourself. As you neared the man, he would turn his head a bit at you. You both would greet each other. Then, you would excitedly place a wrapped gift in Eobard’s lap. The man would raise an eyebrow at you, and you could roll your eyes, telling the man to just open the gift.

• Eobard would oblige, slowly taking apart the wrapping paper that protected the gift.

• As he began to unravel it, he noticed a sort of knitted hat? Taking it out and looking more clearly now, a dark blue crochet beanie was seen. Eobard held it in his hands soothing it over.

• He would tell you how beautiful it was and how much he loved it already. Of course, the man would definitely wear this cute beanie all winter long.

Harry

• Harry would be situated in his own lab, writing something on his whiteboard. You would knock on the door frame, causing the man to hold the marker over his head, getting ready to throw it. As he spun around, he would notice you instead and his eyes would soften.

• You would end up asking the man what was with such a violent gesture as he replies that he simply thought you were Cisco. You would nod in understanding, while holding back a laugh. As you step forward towards him, the gift in your arms would become obviously noticeable.

• You would tell Harry that it is just a gift for him and hand it to him. The man would look down at the gift and back at you before taking it into his hands. He would unwrap the present with ease. When he took out the gift, he turned it around and looked it up and down awkwardly.

• He finally figured out that they were indeed crochet fingerless gloves! He would smile down at them and tell you what amazing work you have done with them. This would make you feel warm in the face.

HR

• You would find HR at Jitters (of all places), he would be enjoying a nice cup of coffee and peek his head up more over to the door here and there. Expecting you. You caught his eyes and the man instantly stood from his spot, waving you down (a very embarrassing gesture).

• You would walk over to the man anyways, holding your gift behind your back. HR would grow suspicious, trying to look around you to see what you had. Though, you would not let him.

• You sat the man down at the Jitters table, moving his many coffee cups to the side. You set down the gift and allowed him to go on ahead to open it up.

• HR, being the excited man he is, would not wait a millisecond time to not try and open the gift immediately.

• You would smile at the man as he took the gift out of its wrapping. A black crocheted sweater would be revealed to him. Without waiting another second, HR flung the sweater onto himself. He would hold it to himself tightly before looking over to you. He would thank you, pulling you into a hug.

• You would smile at the energetic man.

Sherloque

• Sherloque was standing behind the lounge bar. He was rummaging through the cabinets, refrigerator, and what-not. You walked towards the seating by the bar and set down your gift. The Frenchman would then turn around, holding all the ingredients in his hands. He would greet you loudly, setting down all the items he would use later (even when he had already made enough tea as seen by the MANY cups of tea scattered around).

• You wouldn’t mention the cups and instead divert Sherloque’s attention to the gift you had for him. The Frenchman would seem intrigued at first and take the gift from you. When he had the gift unwrapped, he was surprised to see a crochet scarf. The man would smile at you, thanking you for the gift and mentioning that he would cherish it forever.

• He then offered you a cup of tea, but (remembering from beforehand) you kindly declined the gesture. Sherloque would shrug and continue to sip his tea anyways.

Nash

• As you walked into the cortex looking for the geological mythbuster, you would hear a sort of slight banging sound from in front of you. Looking forwards, you noticed that the closet (where The Flash’s suit would be), held a silhouette that seemed to be banding on the door.

• You slowly approached the button to open said closet. Nash, about to fall over, caught himself and straightened up. He noticed you in the room and greeted you, waving his hand at you. You giggled softly and said hello.

• Nash noticed you had something in your hands and asked what it was for, you would nod and go on to give Nash your gift. The man would tear open the gift immediately.

• Your gift would reveal a cute crochet raccoon beanie.

• Nash would stare at the beanie for a few moments and look back up at you. You could tell the man was wondering something. You would shrug, walking over to the man. You would take the beanie out of Nash’s hands and gesture for it to be set on his head.

• Nash would slowly put the beanie over his head. Once if it was situated, you would smile at him and call him the cutest trash panda ever.

Timeless/OG

• You would walk into the speedlab looking to find a certain someone. There he was, the original Harrison Wells working on some project for the time being.

• You would approach the man to give him a gift of his own. A neatly wrapped blanket with a lovely ribbon holding it all together (a fluffy bow placed on top). As you neared him, Harrison would turn to you, first nodding his head in greeting and then noticing the blanket in your hands.

• You would tell the man that it was a gift from you to him. He would get excited, coming closer to you now and taking the blanket out of your hands.

• He knew this was the perfect present for his own wife!

#the flash #tom cavanagh #harrison wells #eobard thawne #eowells #harry wells #hr wells #sherloque wells #nash wells #timeless wells #harrison wells x reader #eowells x reader #harry wells x reader #hr wells x reader #sherloque wells x reader #nash wells x reader #timeless wells x reader

[kimberlyfletcher]

Hey so I've made playlists for Harrison 'Harry' Wells and Eobard Thawne/Eowells but more for Eowells.

They're kinda pov ngl, like Harry's is more towards loving him and then losing him, Eo's is more towards feeling betrayed. But there are a few songs that'll sound out of place then you get to a certain line from the lyrics and you'll be like "OHHHH THAT'S WHY"

So anyway yea just give em a listen if you'd like.

Also on another note these playlists were made for them but the general themes are as I said, Eowells-betrayal, and Harry-loving and losing someone, so in that context you could listen to it while thinking about anyone.

Would also like to tag the people that inspired me to do this (damn I'm making it sound like I just won an oscar or sum, chill girl)

@austarus

@central-city-meta-pocalypse

@darlingpetao3

@jay-wells-writes

@elfwoodfae

@the-hidden-pages

@stilloutofmyvulcanmind

@amarabliss

@atommadly

@theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

@sunnygrey99

@speedsterimagines

@honeybeezgobzzzzz

To all of you wonderful creators, thank you for blessing us with your work.

Ok now I'm done, go check it out.

#spotfiy #spotify playlist #playlist #eowells #eowells x reader #eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #harry wells #harry wells x reader #harrison wells #earth 2 harrison wells #harrison wells x reader #the flash #pov playlist #Spotify

[unreliablesnake]

Writing my Eobard/Eowells fic in second person POV feels weird since I wrote it in third person all those years ago. And the OC was called Nina and I miss that name. So yeah, I deleted the first part of the story “Of reverse love and stuff” to rewrite it. I'll repost it later.

#eobard thawne #eowells #harrison wells #eobard thawne x reader #eowells x reader #harrison wells x reader #the flash #reverse flash #reverse flash x reader

[sarawritestories]

A Date In The Pipeline (part 2)

Eowells X Fem Reader

Summary: It's been two days, and no one on team flash has heard from Y/N. So Barry uses this as an opportunity to finally confront his mother's killer to see if he had anything to do with it.

Content Warning: Kidnapping

@eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N woke up to her head throbbing her eyes were heavy and opening them was a difficult task. She could hear hushed voices behind her and it only took her a brief moment to know that it wasn’t her friends from S.T.A.R Labs. Her vision was blurry so she wasn’t sure where she was. She tried to move only to find that that her hands and feet were bound to a chair. She inwardly groaned and dropped her head. Looking at the floor she noticed her vision becoming clearer and she lifted her head again to be greeted by James Jesse himself causing her to jump. Two hands gripped her shoulders causing her to squirm in her seat. She tried to speak but her mouth was dry and turned into a coughing fit. “She awakens!” The younger trickster cackled behind her.

The elder trickster stroked her cheek getting close to where there noses touched, “We are going to have so much fun together,” Y/N shifted her head from his grasp. The older man left her line of sight and began barking orders to his son. Another whack over the head and Y/N was unconscious for the second time.

~Meanwhile at S.T.A.R Labs 2 days later~

Barry walked into the cortex on the phone trying to get ahold of Y/N only to get her voicemail for what felt like the millionth time. He looked at the Doctor and the engineer who looked like they were also on their phones worried expressions on their face. “You haven’t heard from Y/N either I take it.”

Cisco took a bite from his twizzler and shook his head, “No, I’m getting worried, I went to her apartment last night and she didn’t answer. I knew the Reverse Flash is Harrison Wells thing had her pretty upset.” He sighed, “I would have just hoped that she would have come to us to talk about it with us.” Barry rubbed his forehead in frustration. Cisco walked past his best friend, and sat in front of his computer, “I did take the liberty of pulling up the security feed from the last night she was here. Look who she paid a visit to that night,” He pulled up the video for both Barry and Caitlin to see. The video of Y/N confronting Harrison Wells emotions were clearly running high between the two before she walked away.

Barry took a deep breath and turned toward the exit of the cortex, “Where are you going,” Caitlin question her brow furrowed.

Barry turned to see her worried expression and tried to give her a reassuring smile, “It’s time for me and Thawne to have a chat he may know where Y/N went.” With that answer Barry sped down to the pipeline. The door hissed open and Barry’s eyes met with the man who killed his mother and had been his mentor for the passed year.

“Hello, Barry,” Well’s voice boomed with the echo of his cell. Barry straightened his spine at the menacing voice. “Looks like we have a lot to discuss.”

~Meanwhile~

Y/N floated in and out of consciousness either out of self preservation or pure fear she wasn’t sure which one. They hadn’t done anything nefarious to her and for that she was extremely grateful for that but made her extremely nervous because that wouldn’t last forever.

Loud clanging behind her made her flinch and turned her head. Trickster Jr. Was bringing in what looked like lighting equipment and a tripod and fumbling around losing balance. “Careful with that, Son, we have to be able to actually use that equipment.” Tricksters Sr. rolled his eyes and turned his gaze over to the young woman. He looked on the table and took a purple scarf off the table nearest him as his son began to set up the equipment. Y/N began to squirm in her seat again restricted by her bonds. He mad his way over to her as running the scarf through his fingers. “You are not going to get away with this, Jesse.” He got close to her face yet again, causing Y/N to avert her gaze by moving her head.

The trickster gripped her chin and forced him to look at him, squeezing tightly enough to elicit a whimper out of his captive. “No one will be here to stop us. No one will be here to save you.”

He loosened his grip and without hesitation she spat in his face. The Trickster began to cackle in response that caused Y/N’s blood to curl. He took the scarf and placed it over her mouth tightening the cloth behind her head. He gripped her shoulders and she could feel his breath against her ear, “You better hope that the Flash and that joke of a genius from S.T.A.R Labs meet our demands or you will be the one that pays the price.”

As he walked away cackling as Y/N began to fight against the ropes against her wrist hoping the knots would become loose. She hoped Barry would not fall for his trap. She paused briefly to think about what James Jesse had said about the joke of a genius. She whimpered in her gag as she realized they were referring to Eobard or in this case Harrison Wells, she doubt that he would be able to meet their demands and was even less sure of Thawne and Barry being able to work together. She began to sob hoping that her friends would be able to figure out some way to get her out of this mess.

~Meanwhile~

Thawne explained everything to Barry about why he killed his mother. Rehashing that painful memory the young speedster wanted nothing more than to walk away but he couldn’t. It didn’t take long for Thawne to figure out that he wanted more information, “You want to ask me something else don’t you?” His eyebrow quirked up, his face smug. Barry curled his hands into fists and released a sigh, “Out with it, Allen.”

Barry’s eyes hardened, “Where is she, Thawne?”

Eobard looked in his cell pretending to look for someone, “Care to be more specific? Because as you can see I’m the only one in my cell.”

Barry’s anger was beginning to rise, “Cut the crap, we know you had something to do with her disappearance. Where. Is. She?”

Eobard walked closer to the glass, “I don’t know where she is. I don’t know who you are referring to, Allen. I’m not in the business of kidnapping.” He faced the back of his cell taking a step that way.

Barry took a step forward as well as a challenge in his own right. “Right, you can’t possibly know who I’m referring to.” He releases a humorless laugh, “If you can’t have Y/N, no one can, right?”

That gave Thawne pause to look back at his rival, “Allen, I’m going to ask this once. What are you talking about?”

Barry’s face softened from the hard expression revealing the news, “Y/N has been miss for a couple days, Thawne, this has you written all over it. Just please tell me where she is.”

Thawne rubbed his hand over his mouth, processing the news, “Allen, listen to me carefully because I’m only going to say this once. I do not hire others to do my dirty work for me. it's too risky. If I knew where she was, I would tell you. I know this is going to be hard for you to believe, but I would never do anything to hurt Y/N, nor would I take her against her will.” He sped to the glass and slammed a fist against it causing the Scarlett Speedster to jump slightly, “I suggest you start looking for her because that last time I have seen or heard from her was two days ago when she came down here to visit me.”

Before Barry had time to respond Cisco’s voice boomed over the intercom, “Barry, you need to see this,” there was a brief pause, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but we need Imposter Wells too.”

Barry rolled his eyes as Eobard gave a look of surprise, “I’m not releasing him from his cell.”

Caitlin’s voice came on the intercom quickly, “Barry, he needs to see this too.”

The two rivals exchanged looks, Thawne’s one of a challenge and Barry’s full of disdain. “What’s it going to be, Barry?”

Barry rubbed his temples with his fingers as he went to the tablet and opened the cell door. As the man in yellow stepped out, Barry stepped in his way, “One toe out of line, and I’m sending you back to the cell.”

Eobard gave a curt nod as the two sped into the cortex to see all the monitors had the same video pulled up on the screens. Y/N in bound and gagged in a chair fighting against her restraints. “Firelight,” Eobard whispered to find the trio of his former friends staring at him cautiously.

The Trickster duo came to the forefront of the screen in their usual flamboyant style. “Greetings Central City, we have a special message for our dear friend Flash and Dr. Harrison Wells,” the youngest said. Another look from the group at the evil speedster as he continued to stay focused on the screen. “As you can see behind us, we have Harrison Well’s girlfriend with us and if he and the Flash are not here in 2 hours. Well, let's just say she will be sleeping with the fishes.”

Trickster Sr. stood in front and began to motion his finger back and forth, “Tick tock, tick tock.” He walked away from the camera approaching, Y/N who was visibly trying to escape as he kissed her on the cheek and grabbed the back of her chair and began to drag her into the darkness as laughter filled the speakers before the feed cut off.

“Were you able to get a location on off of the feed?” Barry asked the tension in the room being a palpable thing.

Cisco nodded, “They are on the outskirts of the city. What’s the plan?”

“Simple we go in there we grab Y/N than take out the father and son duo from hell.” Eobard spoke softly, Barry noticed the tick in his jaw.

“No killing though, we will apprehend them we can play it where you get her out of their and I will handle James and son.”

Thawne nodded, “Though we have time, so let’s make a sound plan that will not get the 3 of us killed.” Eobard walked towards Barry and extended out his hand. “For her I’m willing to put our differences aside.”

Barry looked at his hand and shook it, “For Y/N only. Then it's back in the cell.” Eobard nodded, and 4 went to work at making a plan to get their girl back.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!

#harrison wells #the flash cw #harrison wells x reader #the flash #eowells #the flash fanfiction #eowells x reader #eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne

[urprinceoflove]

Part I: Introduction to the Death Clock

Pairing: Nash Wells x GN!Reader, and mentions of EoWells x GN!Reader

Summary: You have eight days to live. You have settled on spending those eight days with your favorite people in the process of trying to redeem yourself and your actions. But will it be enough?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, a cocky reader, Nash being bullied

Word Count: 1,403

A/N: here we go, part one finallyyy. i hope to get this series going as i already have the ideas and whatever its called im blanking. YES.

-> Prologue | Part II

H.E.L.P. Master List | The Flash Master List | Full Master List

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You were on your evening walk through the streets of Central City. You hadn’t told anyone on the team that you would be out, which you weren’t quite sure if it was a good or bad idea. You didn’t care either way.

At least, that was until you ran into a metahuman.

“Y/N L/N, I have been looking all over Central City for you.” The voice rang throughout the alleyway that you were cutting through to try to head back towards S.T.A.R. Labs. Obviously, you will not be going back anytime soon. “I don’t know where you have been hiding all of this time, but I suppose tonight is the night for you to repent.”

“Repent?” You asked. “For what?”

“For your crimes! The sins you have committed upon this city.”

“Look,” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “To be honest, you sound a lot like the Green Arrow. To which, I don’t mind, of course, but I don’t think he would be too happy knowing that someone is going around pretending to be him…”

“Silence!” The voice called. The person from above the alleyway dropped down in front of you. You weren’t very surprised at their invincibility. The being uplifted a hood that appeared to be over their face. More Green Arrow references. Although, the figure happened to be a woman.

Your eyes widened. “Wow, I honestly didn't expect you to be a woman. Not in a sexist way… women could be vigilantes and Green Arrow wannabe’s as well.”

“Gosh, do you ever stopped talking?” She asked.

“Not really.”

She groaned. “Let me just finish my speech at least…”

“Go ahead.”

“I know of your villainous ways and the crimes you committed are too many times for me to count. The most important to me was you robbing the bank that my father worked at. He was severely injured in that interaction. I will never forgive you for what you did as he has been confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”

“Is your father Dr. Wells?”

“What?” The woman stared.

“Harrison Wells, I mean. He was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Actually, I didn’t commit that action the particle accelerator did—”

She cut you off. “That’s besides the point! There is no talking to you…”

“Sometimes.” You admitted. “But I will have you know that I have changed my ways and I am no longer the criminal I used to be. That’s what I have been told anyway…” You trailed off.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I didn’t hear any sincerely in your voice nor did you take this whole interaction seriously.” She sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you left me with no choice.”

A battle? In this alleyway? It was bold, but you were sure that this woman standing before you was a normal civilian. Well, besides her dropping down from a high building and not feeling any pain in her legs. Okay, maybe not a normal civilian so much.

“Okay,” You weren’t a metahuman yourself, but you had some training from your past criminal life as well as Nash as a way to defend yourself. Although you were against fighting, it seems that now was the only time you will allow yourself to. “Bring it on, I guess.” You mumbled.

Though, it was not a battle you expected.

Instead of fighting, the woman’s figure almost seemed to teleport from side to side. You felt her coming up behind you, so you swiftly turned around only to be met with the woman’s hand on your chest.

The world around you had gone dizzy almost as if Rosa Dillon, also known as Top, hit you with her vertigo inducement. Above all, a clock with red numbers making out the time showed.

You woke up in the medical bay in S.T.A.R. Labs.

The heart monitor beeped loudly as you sat up from the hospital bed you were laying on. Nash ran into the room first, making his way to your side.

“Hey, hey,” He set a hand on your chest. “You need to calm down, we are trying to figure everything out.”

His hand on your chest gave you anxiety. You pushed him away from you. Nash stared at you, confused. Caitlin came in shortly after.

“Glad to see you are awake.” Was all she could mutter as she walked over to the heart monitor, disregarding Nash’s existence for now. “We found you in the alley way close to S.T.A.R. Labs. Well, Nash did. Somehow.”

“I was busy with excavation work.”

“You always say that.” Cisco mentioned as he walked into the medbay. “But yeah, he found you.”

“What about the metahuman?” You inquired.

“What metahuman?” Cisco asked, almost failing to hide his excitement.

“I don’t really know who they were. She was wearing a hood and she could teleport. She touched my chest and then I saw a timer in red.” You explained.

Cisco ran out of the medbay to grab his metahuman binder before returning immediately. He flipped through the cards.

“Ah-ha!” Cisco pulled out one of the cards from the binder. “Lifespan, also known as Theresa Vences. She uses her powers to set a death timer on her victims.”

“A what?” Nash stared at Cisco.

“A death timer.” Cisco repeated. “What did the time say when you saw it?”

You shook your head. “192 hours?”

“That’s eight days.” Caitlin confirmed.

“Wait, I only have eight days to live?” You asked. Your heart monitor started to beep faster.

Nash came forward to calm you. “I know that we will find a cure for this. Don’t worry about it, Y/N…”

“Don’t worry about it? How would you feel if you were on a timer, Nash!” You snapped.

The mythbuster took a step back. You were pissed off at your shortened lifespan, sure, but he felt there was no need for you to get mad at him as he was not the one who planted the timer on you.

“Nash is right. There’s no need to start a ruckus.” Caitlin chimed in.

“Oh, whatever.” You muttered under your breath. You removed the heart monitor off your finger as the beeping noises became almost obnoxious for you. You removed yourself from the room and walked down the hallway away from the medbay and most importantly the cortex. Nobody had said a word to you as you were leaving. There was no point. The only person who followed you down the hallway was, of course, Nash.

You had a hand on your head as you stopped in front of the Time Vault.

“What do you want, Nash?”

“I just want to help you out. I know the stuff that you are going through right now is difficult.”

“I am sure you do.” You mocked, not bothering to turn around to see the man. You put a hand on the Time Vault, opening the secret door.

Nash opened his mouth to speak, but shut it immediately. There was no point.

The Time Vault door shut in Nash’s face as you were already comfortable in the room.

Day one began.

“Going down this path will bring great darkness into your soul.” Eobard warned. “The negative speed force may entice you now, but I am a prisoner in this cell.” He put his hands on your shoulders. “Please promise me that you won’t make the same mistake I did.”

“I can’t promise something I know I won’t keep.” You admitted.

“At least you are honest.” Eobard removed his hands off your shoulders and took a few steps away. He sighed. “Won’t you just run away with me instead, Y/N? We could both run away from this villainous path, for all I want is to be with you.”

You were silent. You loved the man, but you couldn’t help but just walk away from your life. The life that you wanted to live. You loved the thrill and adventure of the crimes that you committed. Giving all of this up for him just seemed absurd to you. Yes, love may make you do crazy things, but in this case it seemed love was only affecting the mind of Eobard Thawne; not you.

Eobard stared into your eyes for a short moment. And in that moment he realized; he lost you.

#the flash #tom cavanagh #harrison wells #harrison wells x reader #eobard thawne #eowells #eobard thawne x reader #eowells x reader #nash wells #nash wells x reader

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

⚡ Tricked into Temptation Masterlist

Tricked into Temptation: When Leona Nolan accidentally found out that Dr. Harrison Wells, her friend’s mentor, was the very same man who killed his mother, she was at a loss. Throwing caution to the wind, she decides to dive head first into a mission to collect information on Team Flash’s latest enemy. What she doesn’t realize, however, is that the party she is going to, isn’t your ordinary party and that someone has been keeping a close eye on her.

Overall Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Sex Club Shenanigans, Reader Unknowingly Attends a Sex Club Party (And Is Both Horrified And Morbidly Embarrassed), Language, Sensuous Touching, Jealousy, Corny Phrases (Because I Can).

To Note: EoWells x Petite!NAMEDReader

Prompt: That’s how you want me, isn’t it? Desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you?

Total Word Count: ~12.7k

Legend:

❗ = Explicit Sexual Material

⚡ Chapter One

⚡ Chapter Two ❗

Date Published: 7/21/22

Date Completed: ??? It’s Complete

Last Edit: 4/29/24

EoWells Masterlist

The Flash Masterlist

#eobard thawne x y/n #eowells x reader #eobard thawne x reader #eowells #eobard thawne

[jokingmisfit]

Arrowverse MasterList

Platonic-🩵 Yandere-🧡 Smut-❤ Fluff-🩷 Angst-🖤

Leonard Snart

~Coming Soon~

Mick Rory

~Coming Soon~

Poly Coldwave

~Coming Soon~

Harrison “Harry” Wells

~Coming Soon~

Eobard x Reader x Harry Wells

~Coming Soon~

Eowells

~Coming Soon~

Eobard Thawne

'First' Sights Part 1 🧡🖤

'First' Sights Part 2 🧡

Yandere Abc's 🧡

Damien Darhk

Comforting Your Sorrows 🧡🩷

Savitar

~Coming Soon~

Extras

~Coming Soon~

#legends of tomorrow #the flash #the arrow #supergirl #legion of doom #poly coldwave #coldwave x reader #leonard snart #leonard snart x reader #yandere leonard snart #mick rory #mick rory x reader #yandere mick rory #harry wells #yandere harry wells #harry wells x reader #eowells x reader #eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #yandere eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader x harry wells #eobard thawne x reader x damien darhk #damien darhk #yandere damien darhk #damien darhk x reader #legion of doom x reader #yandere poly coldwave #savitar #savitar x reader #yandere savitar

[hells-wells]

With more chapters coming tonight, I've hit some serious inspiration! 😅

Have two for Scream

One for Thawne

#established relationship #eobard thawne #eobard+thawne+x+reader #backstory #fem reader #scream 1996 #scream franchise #the flash #billy loomis #horror #stu macher #billy and stu #eobard #eowells #eowells x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's beautiful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

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

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

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

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Hope you enjoyed this little snippet! Please feel free to leave any comments or thoughts as well as ideas! Love you all!

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