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Drumming To The Rhythm Of My Own Beat (HR Wells x Reader)

Warnings: None, might suck

Summary: HR carries his drumsticks everywhere and he’s always offbeat. E-19 Reader. Something to do with your only offbeat when your not full in sync with your rhythm.

Warning: Might not make sense, I apologize in advance.

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You and HR had come through the breach not long ago. While you were relatively useful and clever, your partner wasn’t really fitting in with the others. You and HR had known each other since college, well since you were in college. You had over studied for your next class in the small public library, in a hurry to get to class on time you ran through the front entrance in a disheveled mess of shoving your books into your bag. Upon looking up your face collided with his chest thus causing his coffee to spill on the glossed wooden floors.

And after that experience, the two of you kept bumping (literally) into each other. Most often at that library would you see him, running around grabbing books off various bookshelves. He would glance at you every time he would run by your table and yes it was your table. You had claimed the circular table singled out alone in the far corners of the mystery section. You were there every day from twelve to four then back at six and you would only leave when the librarian came to kick you out.

After a few years, you two reunited at work, S.T.A.R Labs. He, HR Wells was the face of the company and you were personally assigned as his assistant/brain, meaning; every scientific discovery you were to achieve and every theory you ever create was credited to him. All those days of studying and working hard just to become something of a ghostwriter.

You did all the work, even solving Harry’s riddle. As much as you despised HR you knew letting him multi-verse travel without you to keep an eye on him would be disastrous for whoever got stuck with him. You’ve dealt with him this long and you doubt he’ll be able to survive a week without you.

And that’s why you’re waking up to the sound of wood hitting your nightstand. You blinked open an eye to find the source of the offbeat tapping. And not to your surprise it was HR and when he noticed you were awake his tapping on the nightstand grew rapidly and louder, along with his annoying smile.

“Wakey wakey, Y/N.” He poked your ribs with a drumstick gently not wanting to hurt you. You rolled over facing the other wall, white sheets morphing around your body. “Must we do this every morning?” You groaned over the shuffling sounds already knowing he would walk to the other side of the bed to face you. “Yes Y/N we must… I just realized…” You peaked up at him.

“I’ve never given you a nickname after all these years.” Wow okay, that was new. Unexpected even. You rolled over again. This time he tried getting you out of bed by turning you over via resting both hands on you. Where did the drumsticks go? That thought was thrown out the window when you felt his hand touch your hip. Not thinking about who this person was or how innocent this simple act was to him, your fighting impulse kicked in. Grabbing his arm and flipping him over your body he landed on his back.

“Why must you insist on waking me up? You never did on our Earth.” You huffed, hands pinning down the man under you. “We didn’t live together on our Earth, Snowflake.” You sat up, your hips straddling his. “Don’t call me that.” You muttered running a hand through your wild mane before getting up.

Later that day HR continued to call you multiple nicknames, determined to find one that accommodates you best. He was really dead set on Princess which was actually what Harry used to call you before he went back home. “But come on, Princess suits you.” He whined as he followed you everywhere you went. Which was really just walking back and forth around the Cortex. You were currently checking up on a blood sample.

The rest of Team Flash watched with enthusiastic smiles as he followed you around the Cortex like a lost puppy. “What about Knight?” He asked sipping his coffee. “What kind of night?” You asked writing down the last bit of information you needed for the file. Walking over to the transparent mobile board you started polishing up your equations from earlier. “Like White Knight in shining armor.” He said enthusiastically. “No.” You answered blankly still writing on the board. “Hmm…” He tapped his finger on his chin as he thought. “What about Top?” He asked. “Nope-sorry-can’t do that, already a Villain name.” Cisco butted in. “What about-” Caitlin started. You pointed your expo marker at her. “No! You are not helping.” You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

The next morning HR was tapping away on your nightstand, nothing new. He continued to follow you around S.T.A.R Labs like yesterday. “Oh-! What about…” He started, pointing his drumstick at you. “HR, can you do me a favor?” You said halfway across the Cortex, Stopping in front of Cisco and Caitlin’s desk. Said people and Barry watching with amusement. “Sure anything.” He smiled. “Tell me why you have to tap an offbeat rhythm for me every morning and why you want to give me a nickname so bad!” You yelled beyond frustrated. “Rhythm.” He muttered. “What?” You sighed. “That’s your nickname, Rhythm.” Squinting your eyes at him, “Why?” You ask. “I guess I was just drumming a beat for my rhythm.”

“Oh…” You trailed off. “Meaning wha-” Before you could finish his lips met yours, a quick peck, nothing more. Pulling back first he winked, “I think you know.” Did he smirk? You thought as he turned and walked out of the Cortex. Three faces stared at you in shock. Clearly not expecting that outcome. I’m his rhythm. You grinned at the floor.

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