#eowells x female reader

[eonash]

It's my birthday! 🎉🎉🎉 can I request how the Wells men celebrate their girlfriends birthday? 😍🤓

i am sure it has passed by now, so i shall say a happy belated birthday to you! 🥳

i did my best to get this request done as soon as possible for your birthday! i hope you enjoy it. also a thank you to @yetanotherwells for helping me to figure out an outline for it. 😊

i think you can really tell which wells i like to write the most for..

Birthday Surprises and Love (Headcanon)

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

Warnings: None, just fluff and Timeless Wells being a simp

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EoWells

• Eobard would pull you by the wrist leaving you stumbling along. The man would have you blind folded and oblivious to his plans.

• You would pout and whine about how you would want to know what the surprise is already, but Eobard would know better than to give you what you want so soon.

• He would pull up a chair and have you seated in it. Pushing you in, he would then get himself seated in his spot to your right. Then, Eobard would finally tell you that you were able to remove your blindfold.

• You eagerly removed it, pushing it above over your head and taking a minute to adjust to the light. The room light was dimmed and there was a lovely set table in front of you. In the center of the table there were candles. Red flower petals were scattered around parts of the table. There were some of your favourite foods seen on the table for you to grab and feast on.

• As you looked over to Eobard, he was taking a rose in his mouth, he had his head resting in his hand as he looked over to you. Eobard would wish you a happy birthday.

• You would giggle at the man’s action and tell him how beautiful the dinner’s setup is. Eobard would take the rose out of his mouth and set it lightly on the table. He would be happy that you like the table and would suggest you both to begin eating.

• You would happily oblige!

Harry

• A beautiful field is where Harry would take you! The man would not hesitate to lead you to a lovely spot on Earth-2 where the grass was a lovely shade of green. There were even beautiful flowers that were scattered around the opening. A few trees were seen around, but overall there was not much shade.

• Harry would have a picnic blanket placed under a tree to help the two of you with the shading. You did not want to stay out in the sun for too long (as did he).

• So the pair of you would be there, relaxing in the shade. Harry would be lying down on the picnic blanket with you curled up next to him. Your picnic basket would not be far along as the two of you were taking in the surroundings before you actually settled down to eat.

• Harry would go on ahead to run his hands through your hair and reminisce of the times the two of you have had. He would go on to say how much he wanted you to have the best birthday. Harry’s words would definitely cause you to laugh out loud, and to Harry’s confusion, you would have to go on to explain that the man is always there to help you have the best everyday.

• He would wish you a happy birthday, kissing the top of your head.

HR

• HR would show a very giddy personality throughout the past fews days in which your birthday was approaching. The man would want to tell you something (most obviously your birthday surprise), but he would endure the pain of having to keep it to himself.

• When the day of your birthday would arrive, HR would be more than happy to share all that he had planned. First, he would drag you around practically the whole lab. He would try to remember where he had even set up his whole birthday special.

• The pair of you would finally stop at the Breach Room where gorgeous birthday decorations were seen all around. A huge “Happy Birthday!” sign was hanging from the ceiling, balloons filled the room, and a decorated table full of goodies was on full display.

• You gasped at the extraordinary sight. You turned to HR, hugging him tightly and thanking him very much for it all.

• HR would smile, your happiness always making him feel like so much more.

• The both of you would take each other’s hand and HR would lead you down to the decorated table of goods!

Sherloque

• Sherloque would be seated on the floor of the Cortex, a stitched blanket would be placed under him. He held his tea cup in his hand, sipping it slightly. A teapot would be seen in the center of the set up with an additional plate and tea cup on the opposite side (obviously for you). You would walk over to the man slowly, doing your best not to disturb him.

• Without opening an eye, Sherloque would tell you to take a seat. You would of course do so, sitting yourself down on the stitched blanket before you. Sherloque would place his tea cup down on his dish and grab your cup as well as the tea pot. He would slowly pour some tea into your cup.

• He would smile to himself as he finished up, placing the teapot back down and handing you the cup.

• You would take the cup from the Frenchman and dip your head in thanks. Sherloque would tell you bon anniversaire! (or happy birthday!) and the pair of you would happily sip your tea.

• Sherloque would suggest you stick your pinky out in the process.

Nash

• It was the day of your birthday. At least, the whole of Team Flash knew that except.. a certain explorer.

• Nash would exclaim in Cisco’s Lab asking him again to repeat himself. Cisco would tell Nash for the thousandth time that today was indeed your birthday.

• Nash would rush out of Cisco’s Lab without a second thought, going on to make you a gift of sorts.

• Unbeknownst all that was going on, you would be hanging out in the lounge. A pile of gifts would be seen on the lounge bar’s counter. In the background, your favourite song would be playing and you would be in your own little world. You would stop to speak to Gideon to help you set up all your birthday plans, sending out invitations, etc., but overall, you were enjoying yourself.

• That is until a smoke bomb went off in the room.

• Startled, you would instantly shut off your music and look over to the figure in the smoke. But it was only Nash. The man would leap out before you holding a… brown paper bag?

• At first, you would want to slap the man on the shoulder for causing you to jump, but instead the bag in his hand caught your eye. You would ask the man what the bag was for, pointing at it.

• Nash would hold the gift out in front of him. Rambling a sort of explanation on why the gift was late. Though, you would shake your head at the man and take the gift from him.

• As you slowly began to unravel what was given to you, Nash would impatiently watch, hoping you would like the gift. In the bag there were two items; a heart locket and a compass.

• Nash had explained as you opened the gift that the heart locket contained the first picture the two of you took together in the first few months of dating. The compass on the other hand was a symbol of guidance. In times of need, the compass would always be able to guide you right back to Nash. (Nash would have asked Cisco to do some nerdy tech thing that would involve Nash and the compass to have some sort of link.)

• You would softly put all the items back into the bag and run over to Nash, hugging him instantly. You would thank him for the gifts and how much you love them (and him!).

• You would also forgive him for forgetting it was your birthday. Nash would tense up at your words.

Timeless/OG

• It would be the end of the day now. No sign of Harrison, which really wasn’t a surprise to you. You would check your mail for the last time that night (you told yourself you would get to it afterwards).

• In the mail, a green envelope would be seen. You pulled it out and took it up to your doorstep, where the porch light would shine down on the card.

• Your name would be on the card in cursive writing. You would open the card immediately revealing a silly store bought card wishing you a happy birthday.

• You would smile down at the card, knowing that Harrison still remembered.

• But he was really too busy with his 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

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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.

#age regression #age regressor #little space #eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #eowells x reader

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[roguelov]

REQUEST: alright! could you do a Eowells x reader au oneshot (in a way + i know there's alot of wells request but I love him, lol). basically, both come from a fighting style video game, BRUTAL one too, it's kinda the Mortal Kombat of central city. Everyone loves playing as the two. Soon, tho, something goes wrong and end in the wrong world, our. Also, their an enemies to lovers kinda deal. Pls- video game anon.

Clash City. It was a universally loved game. A game with a world map of a decrepitated city overrun by an evil militia and demented scientists. The scientists with the help of the militia has kidnapped citizens to experiment on them. A new generation of people emerged. Metas, people with powers. The most important characters, or metas, was (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a woman who can teleport and create force fields and was the leader of the Guardians – an all-female group, and there was Harrison Wells, formerly known as Eobard Thawne who has insane speed and was in charge of the group known as the Lightning Rods.

(Y/N)’s objective was to save any one individual knowing they are capable of redemption. While Harrison’s objective is to kill any criminal knowing there was no hope for them. Two polar stances. Which instantly made them enemies. Constantly fighting against each other and the militia in the overrun city. The game was critically acclaimed for its backstories for the characters as well the game play. For starters, as a player you may choose to play as either of the main characters in order to save the city with unique choices or as a multiply player option you can duel against each other using all the characters. Other characters from (Y/N)’s and Harrison’s teams or play as certain soldiers and scientists intrinsic to the game.

Like stated before, everyone love the game. And Cisco Ramon and Barry Allen were no different. It was the pair’s favorite game. Each of them always chose to play it for some friendly competition. Cisco opted to always play as (Y/N) while Barry picked Harrison. They would have played tonight – or more accurately played longer if not for the storm.

Cisco hollered as he defeated Barry during this round. Barry glumly slumped over on the couch. “Okay, one more round,” Barry said inching to the edge of the couch.

Cisco smiled. “Really? You think you can beat me and my girl, (Y/N).”

“Well, I did last round so yeah I think I can.”

“It was a fluke.”

“We’re 50-50.”

Cisco puckered his lips. “Okay. One more round.” Cisco started up a new round. Each of the men edging closer to the TV. Fingers twitched. Then a clap of thunder made them jump. Their attention drawn to outside. Blackness fell over the pair. Lights and the TV shut off. A crack of lightning caused Cisco to yelp. His gaming station popped. Smoke trickled out of the outlet.

He scrambled over and unplugged the system. But, it was too late. His system was burnt. Destroyed. He sighed running his hands over his face. “Maybe, I can fix it at the lab. I have better equipment there.”

Barry shrugged. “I think you can. You’re the best engineer at Mercury labs. If anyone can fix it, it’s you.”

Cisco grunted. “But my game. God, I hope it’s not broken. I don’t know what I will do.”

“We could use mine? I have the game back at my place.”

“Yeah, but what about for me? Sure, we could play at your apartment but what will I do in my free time?”

“Read? Watch movies?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ll miss it too much.”

“You mean, you’ll miss (Y/N).”

“… yeah.” Cisco whispered.

The next day, the storm continued to pour down. After working on other projects, Cisco pulled out his gaming station from his bag. It was late and very few employees lingered about. Exhaustion tugged at him, but he needed to at least try. He placed the system onto his workbench pushing aside revolutionary technology. Technology that was at the forefront of science. And completely unknown to the public. He searched his bench for a screwdriver, but it was missing. He needed a specific size. Barry must have taken it. He sighed and walked off. However, when he left the impossible happened.

The lightning storm raged on. Lightning struck the building overloading it with high voltage. Electricity leapt out of outlets and flooded prototypes. Experimental technology. All of it mixed with Cisco’s gaming station. Mixed with Clash City. A spark appeared in the center of the room. Slowly expanding. Forming a ring. A void in the middle of the room. Wind whipped. Papers and equipment forced away from the ring. When it reached the size of a door, two people stumbled through falling to the ground. Cisco rushed back into the room confused by the noise. He froze at the doorway. Two people laid on his workshop floor. And he recognized the woman and man pair.

Groaning, the man stood up. He glanced around as his eyebrows knitted together. Whirling around, his gaze landed on Cisco. Red lightning crackled over the man’s skin. He charged forward pinning Cisco against the wall. He asked, “Where am I?”

Cisco couldn’t speak. Completely stunned. Harrison’s hand clamped around his Cisco throat.

“Answer me,” Harrison growled.

Purple energy covered Harrison. Forcing him back. He smacked his hands on the purple dome. Unable to free himself. “I think that’s enough, Thawne.”

Both men’s attention flickered over to you. Your hand raised up encased in the same lilac glow while a glare settled into your eyes.

Harrison matched your glare. “(Y/L/N).”

Cisco couldn’t believe both of you were here in front of him. Alive. Talking. Let alone in your game design outfits. Harrison in a black t-shirt and pants, black boots, along with his iconic leather jacket – it faded from yellow to black with a red lightning bolt embroidered on the back. You in a cream tank top, a pastel flannel tied around your waist, light washed jeans, and boots. A backpack strapped to you with medical supplies inside. A necklace with name tags – names of your team members you’ve lost. And to tie it all together was a simple angel wings inscribed on the inside of your wrist. A symbol of your group.

“Uh, Barry?” Cisco shouted into the hallway.

Harrison crossed his arms. “Care to let me out?”

“Will you behave?” you countered.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Then no.”

He slammed his hands against the barrier. “Let me out!”

Cisco leaned into the hall. “Barry! Please, I could really use your help!”

Barry walked into the room huffing. Then stopped staring as you and Harrison bickered back and forth. He whispered to Cisco, “Uh, am I really seeing what I think I’m seeing? Or are we both really sleep deprived?”

“No, they’re both here.” Cisco touched his neck. “They are most definitely real.”

“H - How? Why?”

“Dude, I have no idea.”

You rolled your eyes as Harrison continued to call you names. Instead, you put your focus on the two strangers. Walking up, you smiled, “Hi, my name’s (Y/N). Do either of you have any clue as to where I might be? Also as to why I’m in some kind of basement?”

“Um … hi.” Cisco mumbled. “Uh … you’re in Central City in Mercury Labs.”

“Central City? Not, Clash City?”

“Yeah ...”

“Oh.” You frowned then shook your head painting the smile back on your face. “Right, okay. Sorry, but I don’t think I know what you’re names are?”

“Cisco Ramon.”

“Barry Allen.”

Harrison groaned pressed his forehead on the purple dome. “Someone put me out of my misery.”

You whirled around glaring. Clenching your hand, it forced the barrier smaller. All Harrison could do was stand. Hardly able to spin if he desired. You looked back at Cisco and Barry. That same easy, kind, smile settled back onto your lips. “Do either of you have any answers as to why I’m here? And him?”

Both of them shook their head. “No, I’m sorry,” Cisco replied.

You sighed. “That’s okay. Um, how about you just point me into the direction of Clash City and I’ll get out of your hairs.” You side-eyed Harrison. “I suppose I could bring him with me, although I would prefer to leave him here.”

“Ha. Ha. Always so hilarious, (Y/L/N),” Harrison rolled his eyes.

Cisco and Barry shared a look. “Um,” Barry muttered. “Clash City isn’t around here.”

You and Harrison stared at the pair in confusion. “Meaning?” Harrison urged them.

“Meaning it doesn’t exist,” Cisco answered avoiding eye contact.

“What?” You and Harrison said together.

“Um, uh, how about we go to my place where we can explain everything,” Cisco suggested.

After an hour of explanation, you and Harrison sat – on opposite ends – on the couch utterly dumbfounded. Cisco and Barry idled in front of the two of you. Scared as to how either of will react or cope. The video game cover laid on the coffee table. Your face and Harrison’s plastered on the cover. Clothes identical.

“So, I’m a video game character?” you asked. Eyes never left the cover. You felt sick.

“Uh, yeah,” Cisco mumbled.

“Well, that’s just great.” Harrison stood up off the couch. “What the hell am I supposed to do? How do I get back?”

“We.” You glared. “How do we get back?”

“Oh, sorry. Like you would actually care if I could get back or not.”

You stood up. “Actually, you bring up a great point for once. Why would I bring you back and continue to make my life a living hell?”

Harrison flashed in front of you. Eyes red and electricity crackled over his skin. Yet, you didn’t flinch. You teleported behind him throwing a wave of energy and forced Harrison into the wall. He growled. He vibrated phasing through the wall. He appeared back in front of you then pinned you against the wall. Your hands glowed ready to fight.

“Alright! Enough!” You and Harrison looked at Cisco. “No powers. Okay? Just sit down and we’ll try to figure this all out.”

You and Harrison grumbled. He let go of you. You rubbed your wrists and stuck your tongue out when his back was turned. He peered over his shoulder catching your act. “Real mature,” he rolled his eyes.

“I know, thank you,” you replied.

Cisco pulled Barry to the side for a more private conversation. “What do we do?” he asked.

“I have no idea.” Barry glanced over to see you and Harrison silently glaring at each other. “It’s still insane that they’re actually here. It should be impossible.”

“I know, but they’re here so what do we do?”

“I guess try to figure out how to get them back.”

“Great sounds so easy when you just say it.” Cisco huffed. “Just try to send two characters from a video game back to their world. Easy peasy.”

Barry sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah.”

“Well, where the hell do they stay in the mean time?”

Barry gave Cisco a knowing look. Cisco dropped his shoulders, “What? No, really?”

Barry offered a small smile. “I’m sorry, but it has to be you. Iris moved into my apartment and she’ll notice if two extra people popped up. And they can’t stay anywhere else with gaining attention let alone because of their appearance but their abilities.”

Cisco groaned. “Fine. Fine. But if they crash my house I’m blaming you.”

For weeks, you and Harrison lived in Cisco’s apartment. You in the spare bedroom while Harrison slept on the couch. It was torturous for all of you. You and Harrison were constantly at each other’s throats. And if you weren’t then Cisco and Harrison were. The only positive was your relationship with Cisco. The two of you got along wonderfully. Mainly the two of you bashed on Harrison when he wasn’t listening.

Today, as usual, Cisco was at work. Trying to find a way for you to get back home, trying to find answers. At most, he theorized that with the prototypes and experimental science in his workshop mixed with the shot of electricity created a rip through time and space. With the gaming system nearby, the rip brought you and Harrison through. From your dimension, your world. You and Harrison dropped into a universe where your reality was packaged into a game for all to play. Although, the game was accurate it missed a few minor details. In summary, there was a tear into the multiverse and with the game close by the rip tried to fix itself and saw you and Harrison as the problem. Sending off into the unknown. Away from your friends, your team, your family.

All Cisco and Barry had to do was make a device to create another tear in the multiverse and send you and Harrison through it. Again far easier to say then execute. But, you had hope that one day you’ll be home again. Harrison, however, was more pessimistic. Groaning and mumbling at every chance he could. And now, you were forced to live with him and his pessimistic attitude along with his other horrible habits. To be honest, you were seconds away from snapping and sending his ass out the window.

For example, like right now. You were taking a lovely shower. Enjoying the warm water. Enjoying the peace. When the sound of flushing in the distance disturbed it. Your relaxing warm water turned scolding hot. You yelped. Harrison’s chuckling could be heard on the other side of the door.

Enraged, you shut off the water and threw on your clothes not bothering to completely dry yourself. You cracked open the door to find Harrison on the couch with papers scattered all over the coffee table. He didn’t necessarily trust Cisco and Barry – or their intellect as he put it – with finding the solution quickly. So, he decided to do it himself. And was failing.

An idea formed in your head. Smirking, you raised your hand as a purple glow emanated from it. Papers on the table huddled together as a purple ball formed around them. Trapping all the work. Harrison jumped back. Confused then realization hit. The papers secured in the purple ball hurtled towards you. You plucked the papers out of the air. Harrison stared wide-eyed. You continued to smirk as the papers disappeared out of your hand. Teleported across the city.

“What the hell!” Harrison zoomed in front of you. “That was all my work! Where did you send it?”

“Scattered into the wind,” you said. “How about you go find it? It’s all over the city. So, that should keep you busy for a bit.”

He glared. But, he heed your word and left. Giving you some peace. You dried your hair and plopped down onto the couch thankful for the serenity. Out of habit, you started to fiddle with your necklace. Your fingers traced over the names. I’ll be home soon. Your heart ached for your team – your family. You wanted to see their faces again. God, they must be worried. I wonder what’s happening. Are they all okay? Did the militia expand? Is the city in any more ruins? No. No. My family can protect the city and its people.

Harrison appeared back with papers clutched in his hands and a scowl on his face. “Don’t you ever do that again,” he growled.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. Next time I’ll just send your ass.”

He grumbled and started stiffing back through his notes. You watched him as he scratched out equations and wrote new ones. Against your better judgement, you muttered, “Do you think we will make it back home?”

Harrison raised an eyebrow at you. “I thought you were supposed to be the hopeful one.”

You glared. “You know what? Forget it. Forget I ever asked.”

He sighed. He stared at you as you looked out the window fiddling with the names tags. A habit he noted early on. He saw the pain in your eyes. The longing. And for a moment, he sympathized with you. He missed his city too. He missed his team. He missed it all.

“I think I can get us home,” he finally said. Your head snapped back to him. He continued, “It’s difficult, but I think I can do it.”

You bit your lip. “Harrison, can I suggest something?”

He huffed. “I suppose.”

“Talk with Cisco and Barry. They’re working on it as well so if you joined them then you could find the solution faster.”

He was about to protest but agreed. Three head are better than one. As the evening passed, Cisco opened the apartment door. Pizzas in his hand. “Hey guys!” He cheered. “Your friend Cisco was kind enough to get some pizza for all of us.”

You chuckled and walked over to the dining table. Grabbing a slice, you and Cisco started chatting about your day. Or mainly just Cisco’s day. You had very little to do. Besides, annoy Harrison.

Harrison picked up a slice then paused. His eyes flickered to you then back to his notes. Goddamn it, he thought. Dropping the slice back into the box, he marched over and grabbed his notes then handed them off to Cisco.

Cisco stared at his notes with his mouth wide open about to shovel in more pizza. He reluctantly put down the pizza and took Harrison’s notes. “What’s this?” Cisco asked flipping through the papers.

“Ideas on how I – we – can get back,” Harrison answered.

Cisco turned over every paper as his eyes grew wide. “Oh my god. A few of these might work.” He pointed at one. “You see I was already working on an idea similar to this but I never considered the fact that our Earths may vibrate at a different frequency. It definitely added another factor and safety issues but we could work with this.”

A smile twitched on your lips as Harrison and Cisco started bouncing off ideas as well as equations to solve the problem.

A few days later in the middle of the night, you continued to roll around in the bed. Fuck me. Dragging yourself out of bed, you snuck out of the room into the living room. Harrison laid on the couch eyes closed. Quietly, you wondered into the kitchen joined next to the living room. You grabbed a glass of water and sat at the table. Trying to quiet your racing mind.

“What are you doing?”

You turned your head to see Harrison sitting up on the couch. Shirtless, if you might add. You sighed, “I can’t sleep.”

He flopped back onto the couch out of view. For whatever reason, you walked over. You fell into a chair. Harrison glanced over to you. You ignored him and stared at the city. The vast lights twinkling in the dark sky. “I can’t stand it here.” You confessed. “I hate how quiet it is.”

He stared at you not saying a word.

You continued. Needing to get it all off your chest. Even if it was Harrison. “You think someone who comes from a war torn city with constant gun fire I would like the peace. But, I don’t. All I think is when the gunfire will start up, or when the next explosion will shake the city. And I just can’t stop thinking about my team. They’re back home without me. Are they safe? Are they alive? I don’t know. And it kills me. I can’t enjoy this peace knowing they’re back home in danger.”

Harrison sat up hunched over. He exhaled, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” You looked to him. Your eyes connected. “But I know we’ll get back. I’ll make sure of it.”

Hatred for each other disappeared that night. Both of you were stuck here so why make the time any more painful than it needed to be? But, what comes next after hatred? What was the next step in this bizarre twist in your relationship?

You soon found out.

You were on the couch bored out of your mind. Out of curiosity, you picked up the game. Your game. Your life. All compacted into a disc. Well, I have nothing else better to do. An hour later, you started shouting at the screen. Harrison at the kitchen table whirled around seeing you on your feet yelling at the TV.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

You spun around as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Nothing!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Nothing? After you just shouted ‘fuck off, you piece of shit’.”

“Uh … yeah?”

He got up. You immediately blocked the TV. He zoomed forward and moved you aside. On the screen was you – or your character – in the middle of rubble with the red glowing words ‘Game Over’. He smirked glancing at you. “You’re playing our game?”

“So?” You crossed your arms. “I was bored and what else am I supposed to do.”

“And you lost? Playing yourself?”

“Well I have to say that the game mechanics suck and I can do so much more than just force fields around myself. I can use it to attack but clearly the game designers didn’t get word of that.”

Harrison’s eyes looked back at the screen. His smirk widen. His little icon stood victoriously. “And you lost against me? Well doesn’t this keep getting better and better.”

“Alright, Thawne, how about you play as yourself and try to win against me?”

“Is that a bet?” He stepped closer.

“Yes.”

“And what do I get if I win?”

“Not a punch to the face.” You smiled sweetly.

He chuckled. “Aright, deal.”

Hours later, Cisco came home. He froze outside his apartment door. Shouting and cursing made his blood run cold. He burst through the door. He halted when he saw you doing a little victory dance while Harrison grumbled on the couch.

“One more round,” Harrison countered.

“Oh no, no, no.” You smiled. “I won fair and square and you said one more round last time.”

“Are – are you guys playing your own game?” Cisco asked.

You and Harrison spun around slightly embarrassed. “Uh … yes.” You answered.

“Christ! I thought the two of you were fighting again!”

“I mean technically we were.”

The next day, you and Harrison – against Cisco’s wishes – played the game again. Round after round. More and more tension rose. Harrison leaned in towards you with a wide smirk. You grumbled and crossed your arms.

“Look who won again,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I won the first couple of times.”

“Yes, but you’ve now lost three times in a row.”

“That’s because you keep using that stupid glitch to win!”

“So?”

“You’re cheating,” you huffed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” You jabbed your finger at his chest.

He grabbed your wrist leaning in. His face very close. “No. I’m. Not.”

“Yes … you … are.”

Both of you held your breaths. Eyes darted to the other’s lips. Without hesitating, Harrison cupped your face pulling you close. Lips collided. You hummed and clutched his shirt. Instantly, you straddled his lap. Harrison tugged on your bottom lip. His forehead pressed against yours. Both of you breathless. Eyes blown wide. He smirked wickedly. His mouth latched onto your neck. You sighed craning your head to the side. His kissed and nipped at you. His arms wrapped around your waist bringing you closer. Your fingers combed through his hair. You gasped when Harrison bit down hard. He chuckled and soothed the pain with his tongue. His hands crawled under your shirt. His fingers cold against your hot skin. Slowly, he lifted up your shirt and almost took it off. Almost.

The front door clicked. Keys jingled. You pulled Harrison off your neck. He groaned. Gripping onto him, you teleported both of you into the spare bedroom. Harrison flopped onto the bed as you still straddled him. He smirked. His eyes twinkled with mischief. You rolled your eyes and stood up. You walked over and peered through the cracked door to see Cisco throwing his things onto the kitchen table.

A crackle of lightning caused the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Harrison leaned over and watched Cisco too. “We can still continue,” he whispered. “We’ll just have to be very quiet.”

You smacked his chest. “No way.”

He huffed.

“Guys? (Y/N)? Harrison?” Cisco wondered around the apartment.

You looked to Harrison. “Not a word about this, okay?”

“What? Afraid Cisco will think differently about you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m afraid he’ll kick us out if he think we’re having sex all over all his apartment.”

“Alright, my lips are sealed.” He whispered into your ear. “As long as we continue this some other time.”

You and Harrison snuck into the living as Cisco walked out of his bedroom. He smiled at the two of you. “There you are! Guys, I have some great news. Barry and I had a breakthrough. We can get you back to your world.”

You blinked. “What? Really?”

“Yes! Well also thanks to Harrison’s work we were able to crack it. We’re building a device now, but you guys can leave.” His eyes darted excitedly. “And Harrison with your speed and help you guys could leave in days.”

You and Harrison shared a look. Both of you hopeful to see your home again, but with this insane new turn of event, of new feelings, what will happen? What did it mean when you got back? Is this nothing? Just a fluke? A surge of random emotions? Will you go back to being enemies?

“That’s great, Cisco,” you smiled addressing him. “I guess it’s just a lot. I hoped this would happen but I never expected to happen sooner than it did.”

“I know right! And we couldn’t have done it without Harrison’s notes.”

Harrison nodded. “Uh, you’re welcome. And yeah I could help you tomorrow. The sooner we get back the better.”

Later that night, you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. We’re … we’re going home. Back into the chaos. But what does these mean for me and Harrison? You sighed bringing a pillow over your face. You groaned into it.

“Are you always like this in bed?”

You sat up and the pillow fell into your lap. Harrison leaned in the doorway a smile twitched on his lips. You asked, “What do you want?”

“Maybe to finish what we started earlier.” He smirked.

He charged forward but fell to ground rubbing his head. Surrounding you and the bed was a purple bubble. Now, you were the one smirking. You dangled your feet over the bed peering down at Harrison. “For a genius scientist you can be really stupid,” you chuckled.

Harrison grumbled standing up. He touched the bubble glaring more at it than you. “I hate these force fields.”

“Why? Because it’s the only thing you can’t phase through,” you teased.

“Yes because it’s keeping me from you.”

You blushed. A minor distraction that caused your bubble to fade. Harrison smirked and pinned you on the bed. Your wrists above your head. Harrison’s legs straddled you. Your heart skipped. You mumbled, “Harrison.”

“Yes?” He leaned in placing a soft kiss on the crook of your neck.

You hummed. “Wait.”

He pulled back with a cocked eyebrow. “What?”

You avoided his eyes. Avoided those piercing blue eyes. “What … what will happen when we get back? Are – are we just going to ignore all of this?”

He released your wrists and rolled off of you. “Is that was you want?”

You shook your head sitting up. “No … I … I want to try.” You fiddled with your hands still not making eye contact.

“I want that too.”

You head whipped up. Eyes wide. Harrison smiled softly. “Really?” you muttered.

“Yes.” He cupped your face. “All day I had this idea of us working together. Uniting our teams and helping Clash City. And I may be a bit … intense at times but I think we could finally restore peace. Then we could have a normal life like here.”

You placed your hand over top of his. “I would like that.”

Over the next couple of days, Harrison, Cisco, and Barry worked on creating the device to get you back home again. On the final day, Cisco and Harrison rushed into the apartment smiling. They did it. That night everyone celebrated. And the following morning, you, Harrison, Cisco, and Barry stood in Cisco’s apartment. A small metallic device rested in Harrison’s palm. You hugged Cisco and Barry goodbye.

“Well, it’s not completely goodbye. I can still see you every day. More on a screen though,” Cisco joked.

You shook your head. “Maybe we’ll visit sometime in future. After we finally restore Clash City.”

“I would like that.”

You turned to Harrison who finished saying his goodbyes to Barry. “Ready?”

“Ready,” he said.

He extended his hand out and you gladly accepted it. He pressed the button and a blue halo appeared in the middle of the room. Your heart raced. Peering over your shoulder, you smiled once more at Cisco and Barry. You looked to Harrison and nodded. He squeezed your hand and the two of you stepped through. Back to Clash City. Back to a war zone. Yet, no longer enemies. No longer fearful for the future. A new hope planted into your heart. Thanks to Harrison.

PART 2

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Hey I was wondering if you could write a eobard thawne(legends of tomorrow I would be ok if it was eowells)x female reader about the reader finding out she is pregnant and is scared to tell eobard so she runs away after a few months eobard finds her and he is shocked to find her pregnant but is happy then it can skip to the birth but it turns out to be twins.

Well, I have little time to write anymore, but I’m pretty sure I can find time to do this for you, even if I haven’t replied in a month. :D

[eonash]

Heroes and Villains

Eobard Thawne x Female!Reader

Eowells x Female!Reader

Prompt: "You're kind! you always help, you were there for me when no one else cared!"

"Are we really doing this?"

"How? How are you of all the people a villain?"

"Villain, Hero, it's a title, one given by the government, it means nothing, I stood up for what was right and this was my payment,"

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 604

A/N: i wrote this story a while ago, kinda forgot about it- but i’m posting it noww sooo

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@yetanotherwells @fandomdancer

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Y/N paced back and forth between the jail cell she was in front of. She was still trying to process what was going on. She ended up following Nora, time traveling to 2049 where she made it into the high facility section of the prison in Central City.

Surprisingly, the guards had no idea she had snuck into the place. Once Nora was finished with her conversation with the man behind the glass, she sped off. Y/N was confused. Who would she be talking to in a prison? Y/N made her way out of her hiding spot towards the cell. Once she got a look at the man, she froze. He was facing the other way, standing in front of a monitor of sorts, but Y/N could identify him from the back. Suddenly, he turned. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her. She took a step back immediately.

“Y/N?” He said her name like he hadn’t in years. She just stared, not saying a word. He raised an eyebrow at her. Somehow that got her talking.

“Dr. Wells?” She questioned.

He blew a breath of air. “I told you that you can just call me Harrison.” She looked around his cell and then back at him. She was confused. There was something off about him, something she didn’t know.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N finally asked.

“I feel I should be asking you that question.” He took a couple steps towards the glass. Even though he couldn’t reach her, she stepped back a step. “Oh, don't be that way. Are you afraid?”

Y/N gulped. It hit her suddenly on what was going on. This wasn’t Dr. Wells. At least, the one she knew. “No.” She said, trying to steady her voice.

“You are thinking of it, aren’t you?”

“Thinking what?”

“You tell me.” Y/N cursed at herself mentally. He always knew how to read her.

“You’re him?” She asked. “The.. Reverse Flash?”

He didn’t hesitate. He nodded. Her hand bawled into a fist at his action. He looked at her hand and back at her again.

“I can’t believe you.” She didn’t take her eyes off of him, even though he really could not go anywhere. He stared back. "You're kind! You always help, you were there for me when no one else cared!"

"Are we really doing this?"

"How? How are you, of all the people, a villain?"

"Villain, Hero, it's a title, one given by the government, it means nothing, I stood up for what was right and this was my payment.” He gestured around his cell. “I only have a certain amount of time anyway.” He looked over in the distance, she looked as well. A clock that displayed a timer was shown.

“You’re gonna…”

He shuffled over, sitting down on the side of his cell bed. “Mhm.”

“You can’t stop it?”

“Why do you care?” He spat. She felt her heart ache at his words.

“I- I actually..” Before she could say anything, she heard voices on the other side of the door. Y/N panicked. Eobard could tell she was.

“Calm down, Y/N. You need to focus and get out of here.” She looked over at him. His eyes looked saddened, but they also seemed to have something else in them. Those eyes calmed her somehow. They always had. “Now.” He said. She looked around one last time and nodded. She used her speed to get safely back to her timeline. Her plan was to not say a word to Team Flash of what had just happened.

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