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TylerCo Trust Fund Baby
Jesse Chambers. Rick Tyler.
Interviews. Catching Up. Sketchbooks.
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(ao3.)
Jessica Belle Chambers had her own way of dealing with the unexpected. 
If her morning class got canceled, only reorganizing her day in her planner could quell the anxious knot in her stomach. When her Professor sent an email regarding her thesis, only a look at her meticulously crafted notes about the Mystery-Men of the 1940s could help her come up with a satisfying answer. 
And when Rex Tyler — CEO of TylerCo and the current Hourman despite his advancing age — agreed to an interview with a young, exceedingly organized grad student, Jesse responded to the opportunity the only way she could — i.e by vigorously planning out her entire day to accommodate the event. 
At six-thirty Jesse was up. At seven she was on her morning run with a podcast playing into her ears. At seven-thirty she was answering emails while eating the finest provisions a starving grad student could afford — cup noodles with a dash of sriracha. At eight-fifteen she was at class and discussing the impact that American Mystery-Men had on the post-WWII economy, nursing a coffee as she spoke. Then finally at eleven she rushed back to her dorm to make herself look presentable, then said her father’s Speed Force mantra to zip over to New York. 
Having been born and raised in Queens — until her parents’ split — Jesse always saw the Big Apple as her second home. Her childhood of day trips to Coney Island and baseball games at Citi Field rushed back to her the second she stepped into the city lines. The sound of cabbies honking their horns and New Yorkers yelling filled her ears, instilling a peculiar sense of nostalgia she had not felt since she was a young, gawky child with round spectacles and lanky limbs. 
Lower Manhattan was a nice change from Gotham. The latter was infamously known for the “Gothamite Stench,”  a pungent odor that clung to the inhabitants whether they liked it or not. Some people claimed it was reminiscent of a dumpster after a rainstorm, while others described it as moldy and dank. 
All Jesse knew was that it only took her six months at GSU to get used to the smell and that trudging through the Financial District at the peak of rush hour was practically a breath of fresh air.
The TylerCo building stood tall with a million glassy windows. Workers young and old filtered in and out of the place with the haste reminiscent of a typical college student. As Jesse walked up to the building, she checked her planner and her trusty wristwatch, then swiftly found comfort in the fact that she had a few minutes to spare. 
After checking in at the front desk, Jesse pinned her visitor’s pass to her blazer lapel as she entered a crowded elevator. On the thirtieth floor she stepped into a typical white-collared workplace, in which workers in cubicles either typed on their computers or made small talk amongst the water cooler. 
As Jesse made her way to the executive office in the back she wondered if the aura of a Stressed Grad Student could be picked up on by the TylerCo employees. Or worse, if her thorough shower at her dorm wasn’t enough to get the Gothamite Stench off of her. 
To quash the anxious feeling building inside her, she triple checked to see if she had her notes with all her questions for the Man of the Hour. When she found that everything was where she left it, she closed her planner and tucked it under her arm for safekeeping. 
Outside of Rex Tyler’s office was an ornate door, a little waiting area, and a Secretary’s desk. Jesse wasted no time in walking up to the lady typing at her computer. 
“Hi, I have an appointment with Mr. Tyler.” 
The Secretary didn’t look up from her screen. “Which one?” 
Jesse paused as her brain tried to process a question she was not prepared to hear. “Excuse me?” 
“Well, do my eyes deceive me?” asked a playful voice. 
Jesse turned around to see someone sitting on a chair by the office door. Lounging with ease was a young man just about her age, someone clad in a charcoal suit and a yellow necktie. In his hands were a pencil and a moleskine notebook, something he appeared to be writing in quite vigorously. 
The sight of his chestnut locks, deep brown eyes, and his uncanny resemblance to the company’s founder immediately told Jesse who it was. 
With a grin, Rick Tyler shut the notebook in his hands and got to his feet, looking Jesse up and down. “Jessica,” he greeted somewhat playfully. 
Jesse remained stone-faced as she gave him a polite nod. “Richard.”
At the desk, Rex’s Secretary typed madly on her keyboard before speaking up once more.
“Erm, Mr. Tyler…” she said then paused. “...the older one… will just be a few minutes. Please sit down.”
Jesse nodded as Rick’s grin got just a bit wider. 
“Thank you.”
On reflex Jesse checked her planner again as she made her way to one of the chairs. She sat next to a very amused Rick, trying her best to ignore the way he was looking at her. He stared at her like someone had told a joke and she wasn’t getting the punchline. 
“Don’t get your hopes up,” said Rick, speaking in a tone tinged with just the slightest bit of contempt. “She said the same thing to me thirty minutes ago.” 
Jesse rolled her eyes and checked her phone. As to be expected there were a handful of emails from her professor, as well as a few texts from her co-workers asking to cover a shift. As Jesse contemplated whether the extra cash would be worth the loss of study time, Rick took a seat next to her.
“So… how’ve you been, Jess?” asked the dashing young heir to the TylerCo fortune. “Haven’t seen you in forever.” 
“I would say the same to you,” Jesse said, glancing over to take in Rick’s appearance. 
Rick’s resemblance to his father was as clear as day, whether it be due to his sharp jawline or his thick eyebrows. Yet if one looked close enough they could see that Rick had a sense of prettiness to him, particularly in his long lashes or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Anyone familiar with Wendi Harris-Tyler’s filmography could undoubtedly see the traces of her beauty in her son. 
“Last I heard you were doing your thesis,” Rick recalled. 
Jesse nodded. “And last I heard you were-” 
“In rehab?” 
Jesse felt her stomach drop, clearly dealing with the second unprepared event of the day. Her professional front began to falter as she took a few seconds to regain herself.
“... I was gonna say the Hamptons,” she eventually replied. “Heard you needed some time away.” 
Rick let out a chuckle, throwing his head back and letting out a sigh. “Yeah, no shit. It’s not the worst place for Rex Tyler’s junkie son to hang out.”
“You shouldn’t say that about yourself,” Jesse was quick to say. She eyed Rick in a way that indicated a level of concern. 
Rick averted her gaze and looked down to the carpeted floor. He smirked a bit, then let out a chuckle. “I shouldn’t say a lot of things about myself.” 
As Rick seemingly laughed at himself, Jesse took him in for a few moments more. The last time she had seen him was five years ago, wherein Johnny Chambers had invited the Tylers to dinner. Unsurprisingly, they all ate with an empty chair at the table.
As to be expected, Rex Tyler was busy with something — whether it be hero stuff or CEO work. For that one night, his habit had led to a very strange dinner where the man’s absence felt like an elephant in the room. It was very telling that on this particular occasion, Johnny’s quips about his and Libby’s divorce would only make things even more uncomfortable.
Aside from that, Jesse could recall Rick bringing up a desire to go to art school and his mother supporting him one-hundred percent. Even back then he claimed that drawing was the only thing he was good at. 
When Jesse’s father had proudly toted his daughter’s acceptance into Cornell, she could remember a burning blush creeping to her cheeks and the desire to tuck her head into her shirt like a turtle. Somehow her embarrassment had made Rick smile for the only time that night, something that stuck with her even to this day. 
Unsurprisingly, Jesse had lost contact with Rick not too long after. Suddenly she became more concerned with her undergrad than keeping contact with the children of her father’s hero friends. All she ever heard of him was through the grapevine, usually during visits to her parents. 
Discovering that her childhood friend had gone through some serious substance abuse issues was already quite upsetting, hearing it over tea with her mother didn’t help as well. Perhaps what made it worse was the fact that Jesse didn’t know how to call and check on him, as his number in her phone was no longer in use.
Wanting to keep the conversation light, Jesse asked, “Did you ever end up going to art school?” 
“Did a few semesters at Yale,” Rick shrugged. “But that whole rehab thing got in the way.” He turned to her and looked her up and down once more, placing his hand on his chin as he knitted his eyebrows. 
“Hm, Dad was right.” 
Jesse glanced back at him, confused. “About what?”
“You do look a lot like your Mom,” answered Rick, his voice sounding just a bit silky. “Especially back in the day.”
Before Jesse could get distracted by the burning sensation in her cheeks, Rex’s Secretary spoke up. 
“I’m so sorry, but Mr. Tyler can’t make this appointment,” she said. “He’ll have to cancel.” 
Jesse tried to ignore the anxious knot in her chest and stood up. “When can he reschedule?” 
“Perhaps next week?” the Secretary offered. “Just send an email and we can set something up.” 
Jesse nodded and Rick sighed. As the Secretary went back to furiously typing, Rick stood up from his chair and stretched his arms. 
“Well, my morning’s a bust,” Jesse mumbled, disappointed. As to be expected she opened up planner and began mentally calculating what to do with her time now.
“Dad will be Dad,” Rick replied, pacing around with his hands in his pockets. “You’ll get used to it.” 
He looked over to see her reorganizing cue-cards in the pages of her planner.
“Got time to take an early lunch?” he asked casually. “My treat.”
Immediately, Jesse looked back to her planner and flipped through the pages. It didn’t take her long to weigh the pros and cons of the opportunity. After deeming the prospect of free food as a more valuable outcome than running back to Gotham to study or cover a cafe shift, she closed her book and gave him a nod. 
“Yeah, why not?”  
Sitting on a bench somewhere on FDR Drive, the pair youngsters enjoyed a view of the Brooklyn Bridge and their bodega sandwiches. Around them Lower Manhattan hummed like a machine that refused to turn off. 
Rick had shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, Jesse had let her hair down and removed her contacts in favor of her usual spectacles. With the finer details of corporate life taken away, the two looked a lot more relaxed. It was incredible what getting out of a stuffy office could do for a person.
As the hustle of the big city resonated behind them, both Jesse and Rick spoke about whatever came to mind. 
For once Jesse could speak about school in a way that didn’t relate to her thesis. She spoke of her dorm room and how it was always colder than she wanted it to be, or her cafe job and how she was saving up to move off campus. Even though being the child of Johnny Quick and Liberty Belle had afforded her more privileges than she knew to do with, she felt uneasy asking her parents for more money, even if it was to live comfortably. 
In turn Rick spoke of his recent travels. The Hamptons in the off-season certainly had its perks, as what was once a vibrant summer getaway town was now a quiet, seaside hamlet. He spent most of his time in his mother’s beach house, simply retreating from everything and spending his time with his art. He had begun painting more often, something he was unfamiliar with but now had time to explore. Drawing would remain as his first love, however.
Rick finished his sandwich and asked, “Even thought about transferring around here? I hear Columbia dorms are cozy.” 
“Tempting, but I’ve got enough on my plate already,” Jesse replied, keeping her eyes on the waters of the East River. “I can’t imagine handling a transfer on top of it all.”
In the distance Jesse could see a ferry bringing tourists from the city to Liberty Island, an activity that she had done a handful of times in her childhood. As memories of her mother holding her up to the ship’s railing swirled in her head, she took a quick sip of her cherry cola. 
“Maybe I’ll burn my old notes for warmth this winter,” she suggested, half joking and half serious.
Rick let out a chuckle, crumpling up his sandwich wrapper and tossing it into a nearby trash can. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the same small moleskine that he had been writing in before. If anything, it seemed to be a coping mechanism akin to Jesse’s planner. 
Jesse eyed the book, noting that whatever he was jotting down was just out of her sight.  
“What are you always doing in there?” she asked, curious. 
Rick gave her a friendly smile before lifting up the book. On the current page was a small drawing of an hourglass, in which everything from the sheen of the glass to the sand trickling down were drawn in meticulous detail. To say that Rick Tyler learned nothing from his few semesters of art school would be an absolute lie. 
“Ironic, isn’t it?” Rick said in a somewhat sardonic tone.  
Jesse shook her head. “I wouldn’t say so.”
Rick handed the sketchbook over so she could examine it more clearly. As she flipped through the pages she was graced with drawings of nearly anything imaginable, ranging from an old ‘66 Mustang to the New York skyline. Some were more stylized and impressionistic, while others were photorealistic. Sometimes he used watercolors, but more often than that a pencil was all he needed to do wonders.
“You’re good at this,” Jesse admitted, giving him a softer look than before. 
Like before Rick was smiling. “You flatter me, Miss Chambers.” 
As Jesse flipped through the pages and admired the drawing of a lilypad, Rick looked out to the sight of Brooklyn across the water. 
“And here Dad was thinking I could be a Doctor,” he spoke dryly, then scoffed. “Jokes on him, I flunked out of O-Chem in high school.”
“Not everyone’s cut out for it,” Jesse assured. “I’m sure he’ll come around one day.”
Rick’s face seemed to light up, but only slightly. He sat with his legs crossed and his back slightly hunched, his chiseled chin resting in his hand. He smiled but only marginally so, one that didn’t seem to be laced with the mild disdain or obligation like before.
“You’re lucky, Jess,” he soon said, looking her in the eye. “Your Dad’s actually proud of what you do.” 
Jesse wasn’t sure what to say. She looked down to Rick’s sketchbook again. She took in a watercolor recreation of a lighthouse in Montauk, one characterized by the dreamy mix of greens and blues and yellows, then snapped the whole thing shut. 
As she handed it back to him she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Once she grabbed the device she couldn’t help but feel relieved that some kind of distraction managed to pop up. 
“Speaking of which…” Jesse said as she read the text off her phone. “Dad just asked how the interview went. Could I send a pic of you and I?” 
Rick slipped his sketchbook into his pocket and raised an eyebrow. “Why?” 
“Because I’m sure he’d rather see me hanging out with a walking Brooks Brothers catalog than wasting my time,” Jesse replied in a matter-of-fact voice, as if there was nothing remotely unusual with her words in any capacity. 
Rick gave her an amused smirk. “Well, personally I prefer ‘TylerCo Trust Fund Baby’ but okay.”
“That’s funny,” Jesse said in a blunt and dry tone, one laced with the slightest implication that Rick’s quip was anything but. 
As Rick let out a subdued chuckle, Jesse opened the camera app on her phone and raised the device up, making sure to bring her old friend and herself into frame.
“Smile!”
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rogercruzart · 1 year
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emaratygirl · 2 years
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skylarmoon71 · 2 years
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Boss Harry (Flash)-Extra
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“Injury to the patella tendon usually requires what treatment, and connects which ligaments?”
Harrison is sitting crossed legged on your couch, your book in his hand. His eyes twinkle as he waits for you to answer the question. There must be a law out there somewhere against a person being this attractive. Screw studying for your midterms. You can’t focus like this.
“Harry, I think it’s better if I study alone.” His face drops.
“Is something wrong? Is it the way I phrase the questions? I can adjust it so that you understand more.”
“It’s not that.”
You don’t want to disclose the real reason, but you also don’t want him to think the help he gives is unappreciated.
“I just...I can’t focus.” you confess softly.
Harry appears lost for a few seconds, but once he sees the color that litters your cheeks, it all makes sense. He straightens, closing the book and turning his body to face you with a chuckle.
“My my, having dirty thoughts are we. How naughty. I’m even going out of my way to help.”
He loves how much his presence affects you. It goes both ways. You’d been stressing about the exams, maybe not outwardly, but he could see clearly on your face that it was bothering you. It’s why he’d offered his services. He thought a partner would help lighten the load. Your shoulders sag and he places the book on a table nearby, pulling you into his side.
“I’ve been at this all week and nothing sticks. What am I going to do? The exam is in a week.” Harry runs a hand through your hair, calming you down. Your eyes close and this time the breath you let out is one of contentment.
“Maybe that’s the problem. You’ve been trying to shove as much information into your head. You need to give yourself a break. Take a day for yourself. The more you push the higher toll it’ll take on your body. “
“Or you can just lend me your brain.” you perk up. Harry just smiles.
“I would if I could.”
“Worth a shot right.”
He’s still running a hand through your hair, and it’s so soothing that you’re afraid you’ll fall asleep right there.
“Harry, your hands are literally heaven.”
“Why thank you. Maybe I should switch professions and become a masseuse.”
“I’d pay just to come and look at you.”
That elects laughter from him.
“I’m serious, on a scale of one to ten you’re like a twenty.”
You mutter. Harry is the one fighting back a blush this time. He really does enjoy your little praises. You’re unabashed when you flatter him.
Honest.
Another thing he loves. Thinking back, he hasn’t really given you many compliments. Certainly nowhere near to how much you’ve given him. He’s been out of the game for a while, but he’s pretty sure women still like to be complimented.
“It’s come to my attention that you spend quite an amount of time praising me.”
Your eyes are still closed, and you smile, cheeks rosy.
“Well, there’s quite a lot to compliment.” you giggle. Harry brushes your hair to the side. His fingers graze your neck, and he trails a path going down.
“Quite a lot indeed.”
When you catch on to what’s happening, your breath hitches. He stops at the top of your shirt, and your eyes flicker open, instantly met with his azure hues. The desire is prominent.
“I always found it quite adorable when you insisted on remaining formal. Even when I assured you that it was fine.”
His lips brush yours, and all you want is a proper kiss. Not these sweet taunts.
“S-Sir..”
Harry grins.
“There it is. "
He closes the distance, hand groping your plump mound. Your body arches into him and he deepens the kiss, encouraged by your reactions. This was possibly the best thing to do on a Friday night. He keeps you pressed to his body, neither of you truly want to part. You find yourself pawing at his clothing. You want to feel more of him. You need to. When his hand slides under your shirt, you figure he's finally getting the message.
“Dad!”
You jump at the voice, head turning your shocked at the girl that walks into the living room. You’re still tangled up in Harry’s arms. The brunette stares in surprise. You’re mortified. Even more so when a mischievous grin rises on her face.
“I am so going to use this against you in the future. “
Harry sighs, standing as he helps you to your feet. You try to adjust your clothing. But she’s already caught the both of you in a compromising position, so it’s not like you can change that. This wasn't how you wanted your first impression to go at all.
“Jesse, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my daughter Jesse.” You move forward, cheeks bright red.
“O-Of course, he’d told me so much about you, it’s such a pleasure to meet you Jesse.”
“You too. I heard all about you. Dad never stops talking about you.” Your blush darkens and Harry tries to usher her away.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be, we’re busy.”
“I saw that.”
“Jesse.”
His stern way of talking just makes her giggle more.
“I just came to check on you. You seemed stressed from work a few days ago.”
It’s only then you realize the bag she has. Big belly burger. You smile. She places it on the table.
“I’ll leave you two love birds alone. I’m heading back to the university. “
“Drive safe.”
You know he’s just trying to get rid of her so she doesn’t disclose anymore embarrassing information. She stops at the door, and the smile she sends you warms your heart.
“Seriously, thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him like this. You make him happy.” Her words meant more than you could express.
“Invite me to the wedding!!” With a wave she was out the door. Harry sighed, turning to you as he adjusted his glasses.
“I apologize. She really is just like Tess.” He shook his head with a smile, probably from a memory. That feeling in your stomach returns. It's a product that follows when he wears that look whenever he talks about his late wife.
“Harry, why did you choose me?”
There’s a brief moment of pause. You know the question has thrown him off.
“I just..I know it’s crazy but sometimes I feel so self conscious. Whenever you talk about Tess, I can see how much you loved her. I just think someone that amazing, surely you would deserve someone just like that to love again.” You look away, because now you feel like crying.
“I think I’ve found that person.”
You turn at those words.
“The first time I realized how I felt, I knew you felt the exact same way. But you were scared. I know that a lot of people look at my status, my wealth, and that’s what they see. That’s what attracts them. But it scared you…because I knew that those things didn’t matter. You were afraid because I could see that you just didn’t want a relationship that was built on a company name. You wanted the real thing. I know for a fact, had I been a regular guy, you would have said yes in a heartbeat.” you swallow, and Harry takes your hand.
“You care about me because you see me, not the tech genius, or the billionaire. Or even the grump they gossip about.” you laugh at that, and Harry’s smile follows.
“That’s why I chose you.” He gives your hand a brief kiss, and your smile is possibly the brightest.
“Why did you choose me (Y/N)?” you giggle.
“You got a nice face.”
Harry is the one laughing this time, and you pull him into a hug.
“I don’t think anything I can say will top what you just did. All I know is..I love you Harry.” He holds on tighter.
“I love you too. “
Nothing else needs to said.
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2013venjix · 3 years
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They're a family, NOT A TEAM! Nothing is as strong as family. #TheFlashFamily #JayGarrick #BarryAllen #WallyWest #KidFlash #Impulse #JohnnyQuick #JesseQuick #AveryHo #XS #MaxMercury #TheFlash https://www.instagram.com/p/CNoSivxnr5h/?igshid=d19c300kiijj
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iloveallthingsdc · 3 years
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Jesse Chambers, my Non-binary 👑 ICON 👑 #jessechambers #jessequick #flash #nonbinary #dcpride #dcpridecomic #dcpridecomicissue1 #penup #jessechambersedit #jessechambersfanart #jessechamberswells #jessechamberswells⚡️ #jessechambersjessequick #jessechambersdccomics #dc #dccomics #cw #cwflash #pride2021 #nonbinarypride #nonbinaryflag #jessechambersflash #flashjessechambers #jessechambersdcpride #dcsupremacy #jessechamberssupremacy Ummmm..... Why is Jesse Chambers so hot???? https://www.instagram.com/p/CQlJMKPBmor/?utm_medium=tumblr
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kirabucca · 4 years
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Fashion video with the beautiful @violettbeane for @jejunemag ! 💕 #photography @kirabuccaphotography . #fashionstylist @tayglo @ennisinc . #hairandmakeup @aleethaclanton @agencygerardartists . #photographyassistant @drosoboy . . . . #vegan #animalrights #animals #actress #celebrity #celebrityfashion #cover #covereditorial #model #theflash #cw #godfriendedme #jessequick #fashion #winterfashion #thatface #jejunemagazine #superhero #savetheplanet #cbs #violettbeane #beauty #sunkissed #beautifulwomen #animallover #fashionfilm (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9mePHMBO0_/?igshid=4cobj2d98q7r
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naliaresplandes · 5 years
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Oops! Lol #theflash #kidflash #jessequick #cwflash #dccomics #dctv #cwtheflash #cwkidflash #dcmemes #arrowversememes https://www.instagram.com/p/B0ChPBoiMW_/?igshid=15vkqi4nzhdc5
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crizam · 5 years
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We've found some nice corners to work in Istanbul. #jessequick #comicart #istanbul https://www.instagram.com/p/BtPAzcLBxk8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vuh8noikvk9b
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greyloch · 2 years
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“FAST” Food Delivery From #dragoncon2021 #flash #jessequick #dccomics #dcbombshells #cosplayersofinstagram #dragonconcosplay #niksoftwarecolorefex #topazdenoiseai #sonya7iii #sonyphotography (at Dragon Con) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZx3XW5L0U9/?utm_medium=tumblr
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theraysketches · 2 years
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Sneak peek of a valentines sketch~. #theraysketches #sketch #sketches #art #digitalart #wip #artwip #myart #sketchbookpro #dc #dccomics #jessequick #libertybell #fanart #dcfanart #dccomicsfanart #dcjessequick #dccomicsjessequick #dclibertybell #dccomicslibertybell https://www.instagram.com/p/CZlNoJ1uyZH/?utm_medium=tumblr
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2020: The year Flash Toy Collecting became a thing again! #toycollecting #theflash #funkopop #bombshells #dcdirect #justiceleagueunlimited #cwflash #earth2 #new52 #wallywest #barryallen #jaygarrick #jessequick #bartallen #impulse #maxmercury #heman #youngjustice (at Baltimore, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJmXSGdAyzy/?igshid=t3faa1qx4n78
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chickenmonkey · 6 years
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#jessequick colored! #thecw #cwflash #violettebeane #theflash #dccomics #dc #dctv #speedsters #speedforce #flashfamily #superherogirls #superhero #awesomeladies #artistsoninstagram #dyedbraswelldraws #chickenmonkeyart #vectorart #vector #adobeillustrator
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skylarmoon71 · 4 years
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Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader-Imagine
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Flash.
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“Woooo!” you grinned listening through the com link as Jesse and Wally were helping with a robbery. Harry had that constant frown and you just directed your gaze back to the two dots that were zipping after the car. They passed the car easily, forcing the criminals in the vehicle to pull up to a stop. “Alright, cuff them quick, remember don’t let him touch you. “ Barry instructed. 
In a matter of seconds both criminals had no choice but to walk out of the cars. All three speedsters had them cornered. 
“Mission completed. “ Wally said. You fist pumped. “We’re coming in.” Barry said. You pulled out your earplug, awaiting their arrival. You twisted your chair, ready to maybe get a bite to eat. Barry was probably carrying those guys to iron heights. “All in a day's work.” you spoke. When you looked back Harry was still leaned over the desk. You had a feeling you knew why. 
“Hey Oscar, quit being a grouch.” he turned to you with an annoyed look. 
“I don’t appreciate the nicknames you and Cisco insist on using on me.” 
“Well maybe if you smiled once in a while we wouldn’t have too.” he just looked back at his computer. 
“Stop worrying. Jesse’s a smart girl. She knows how to handle herself. She’s your daughter after all.” 
A ghost of a smile made its way on his face. You and Harry never really got along, but every once in a while you would have moments like this. Honestly, you were sporting a huge crush on him. That’s why when he first came you made it your mission to avoid him. Whenever you did bump into him you gave him the cold shoulder. 
You couldn’t trust him, and for good reason. After what happened with Eobard you told yourself you’d never trust anyone with that face again. Little did you know there was an entire multiverse of Wells. 
Lucky you.
As time went on though, it was becoming harder to deny your growing attraction for the man. When you found out about his daughter, your wall slowly crumbled and you made any and all efforts to comfort him. The both of you still bickered though. 
At that point you decided it was better to just give up on your feelings. He obviously didn’t feel the same way. And it didn’t make sense chasing after a man that had no interest in you. 
With that thought you turned, exiting the cortex. 
“Maybe I’ll stop by the store and get some beer.” you could tell it was going to be a long day. Might as well treat yourself with some booze and outdated movies.
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“So what do we have today?” When you strutted into the cortex the next morning you were shocked to see no one there. Harry was the only one at his desk. He looked up, making a face when he saw you. You frowned. You were going to deal with this once and for all. You could deal with him not having feelings for you, but that didn’t give him the right to treat you like crap.
“Hey what’s your deal with me!” you demanded. He looked over, wondering if it was him you were yelling at. 
“Excuse me?” you pointed. “Don't pull that excuse me crap, you know what I’m talking about. Ever since you got here you’ve treated everyone like the dirt beneath your feet. I allowed it at the beginning because you were a grieving parent, but your attitude still stinks, especially with me.” He slammed down his tool.
“I don’t recall  being obligated to be a nice person. I’m not Ramon and Allen. I’m not here to be your friend. My only goal is to help with the new threat that’s it. “ you scoffed. 
“You really are something else. I’m not asking you to be a saint. But would it kill you to wear a smile, or say good morning!!” he walked towards you like a lion approaching it’s prey. You almost backed down when he was standing right in front of you. He was staring you down, and all at once you seemed to lose the ability to speak. He towered you, blue eyes pinning you in your spot. 
“Is there anything else you would like to get off your chest.” his voice was lower and you felt like the air had been smacked right out of you. 
“N-No I-I..I uh..” somehow you forgot how to make actual sentences. 
“I have no desire to be your crouch. Snow told me about your relationship with the previous Wells.” His words made you take a step back. 
“W-What does that have to do with…”
“He broke your heart. Maybe it's your fault for being so naive. “ you felt a pang in your chest at his words. You looked up at him, eyes watering. You weren’t sure how, but at that moment Harry looked like he actually regretted the words he said. He looked down running a hand over his face. 
“Listen that was..I didn’t mean it like that I just-” you didn’t want to hear his explanation. 
“I think you’ve said all that you wanted.” you replied coldly. You tried to hide the tightening in your throat as best you could when you spoke. 
“I won’t waste time trying to get close to another Wells. I should have learned my lesson the first time. “ with that you were gone. Upon your exit you almost crashed into Barry. He held you by the shoulders apologizing. When he saw your fresh tears he tried to find out the reason. You pulled away from him, rushing off. Barry’s eyes moved in Harry’s direction. He looked pissed. 
“What did you say to (Y/N)!” he accused.
“You don’t have to lecture me Allen. I already know I messed up. “ Harry turned back to his desk. He wanted to punch himself. 
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That night you were tucked in your bed, legs pulled to your chest. The memories of Dr. Wells, or Thawne for that matter replaying in your head. All the sweet words he said to you. How special he said you were. It was all a lie, a facade to ensure he accomplished his goal. You regret everything you ever felt for him. In some sick way Harry was right. If you weren’t blinded by your feelings for him maybe it would have been easier to see through him. Even when you found out about him you never wanted to believe it. But all the evidence was there, and when you confronted the man, when he was standing right in front of you, he never even looked sorry. He just wore that stupid smirk on his face. That sinister smile as he ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it in your face. 
~~
“(Y/N). “ you cursed at the voice behind you. After your little spew with Harry you made it your mission to avoid him. You succeeded for about a week. Of course he was going to find you sooner or later. The person who called you wasn’t Harry though, it was his daughter. You turned to her, forcing a smile on your face. “Hey..” you said a bit awkwardly. You could tell by the look on her face that she wanted an explanation. “What’s going on with you and Dad. “ you were hoping she wouldn’t ask that. “Nothing, you know us we could hardly stand each other.” 
She placed a hand on her hip. “Yeah, usually you’re going at it  like an old married couple, but you haven’t talked in so long and dad he’s..he’s not acting like himself.” you were a bit worried. Then you remembered why you were angry at him.
“That’s not my problem.” you stated flatly. You knew it was mean, but he was the one that said those things to you. He had no right. 
Jesse looked ready to say something, but the person you were dreading walked out from behind her and you suddenly felt like crying again. 
He stepped forward and just as he opened his mouth alarms started blaring. You flinched and Jesse braced. “Someone’s in Star Labs!” she bolted out to scope out the threat and Harry moved closer to you. 
“You can yell at me later. Right now just stay close.” he instructed. You nodded. As much as he made your blood boil, it wouldn’t do any good if a dangerous meta was loose and either of you got hurt because of a spat. 
You followed close behind as he moved in the direction of the cortex. When you made it to the entrance Barry was putting cuffs on an unconscious Jesse. Harry ran over in a panic. 
“Allen what the hell are you doing!!” Barry waved his hands about to explain. Caitlin was kneeling down, retracting the needle from the girl's skin. 
“Those metahumans we took down last week. Somehow they got out of Iron Heights. I think one of the guards slipped up. One of them has manipulative powers.” He informed. 
“They twist your view. Jesse thought we were the enemy. “ Caitlin added. 
“I had to take her out before she could get hurt. I locked one of them up in the pipeline but the other is somewhere here. “ Barry interjected. He looked down at the computer, trying to pull up footage of the halls. 
“Try right behind you.” you spun around just in time for him to press his hands on your forehead. A red light glowed in his palm, passing through your skin. Barry zipped forward, shoving the male away from you. The meta crashed into the wall, falling down and  passing out from the force of the blow. Barry wasted no time, cuffing him quickly. 
Harry looked over to check you. “Stay back Harry, she's been hit.” Caitlin advised. She had a syringe in her hand, unsure of how to administer the shot without provoking you. 
“Give it to me, I could get close enough in a second. “ You turned to Barry and you screamed in terror. He looked back, shocked to see the level of fear in your eyes as you backed up against the wall. 
“Please don’t hurt him I’ll do anything please!!” you were pleading. Barry approached, raising his hands to show you he didn’t mean any harm. 
“Hey (Y/N). Listen it’s me Barry.” he pulled off his cowl, but that just triggered you more. 
“Don’t hurt them Dr. Wells I’m begging you! Please don’t, I’ll do anything!!” Barry froze, he recalled you saying those words before. 
“S-She’s..she’s reliving a memory.” he muttered in recognition. 
Harry stared. “What do you mean by memory? I thought he just manipulates your concept of the present reality. “ Caitlin shook her head. “They morph reality yes, but reality for everyone is different. Some people see their friends as enemies. Others face a reality they can’t control. One they feel powerless in” Harry couldn’t believe it. The level of horror on your face hurt him. When he made that statement about Dr. Wells he knew he crossed a line. What he didn’t realize was the level of emotional damage Thawne actually did to you. You weren’t a meta. So when he attacked you couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch as he tried to kill your friends. 
Harry took the syringe from Caitlin’s hands, storming over to your direction. He couldn’t see you like this. When he was standing directly in front of you your eyes widened and you tried to scramble away. 
“D-DON’T!” Harry pressed the needle into your neck. It took a while, but slowly, your eyes started to lower. Just as you were about to pass out you looked directly at him. 
“Harry..” you said softly. He smiled, removing the needle. He tossed it to the side, cradling you into his arms. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. You’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. “
Barry and Caitlin watched from the back, both a bit stunned by the level of care the man displayed when holding you.
~~
You groaned, holding your head as you tried to sit up. When you finally came to, Caitlin was right at your side with a smile. 
“Look who’s finally up.” you gave her a weak smile, leaning against the head of the bed. 
“I got socked by that meta didn’t I?”
“Affirmative.” she said cheekily. You just laughed. “Wow, my head feels like I got hit by a bus.” She jotted something down before placing a hand to your forehead.
“I think that’s my fault. I made that in a rush in case those metahumans got a hold of our speedsters. Unfortunately a shot like that does the trick but the dose isn’t really easy on regular people. “
“Noted.” you looked over, noticing Barry and Jesse standing at the door.
“ You really gave me a scare. How are you feeling?” Barry’s question made you shoot him a look.
“Sorry, I guess it was a stupid question. But hey at least we caught the guys.” you nodded. 
“That’s good.” Barry was still watching you. “(Y/N), I just wanted you to know. What happened with Thawne..it wasn’t your fault. We know it hurt you maybe far worse than any of us.” you looked at him a bit taken aback. A shaky breath exited your lips. “Y-Yeah, you don’t have to worry about it. I'm over all that. It’s been months.” He shook his head. 
“There’s no time stamp on how long those types of wounds heal. If you ever wanna talk, we’re all right here.” Caitlin and even Jesse smiled, agreeing with him. You gave another nod. 
“Thanks guys, I appreciate it.” Jesse grinned. 
“Of course, by the way. There is someone who’s just as worried. “ before you could ask you felt the wind blow your hair back. When she reappeared there was someone with her. 
“Jesse I told you not to-” his complaints stopped when his eyes landed on you. She unhooked her arms and at that moment everyone started to make their exit. You turned to Caitlin with pleading eyes, begging her not to leave. She gave you a thumbs up, vanishing around the hall. 
When it was just the two of you, you shifted back into the bed. 
“Listen I-”
“I apologize.” Harry cut you off. You stared at him. Not sure if you heard him right. 
“Wait..did you just say..” he stepped closer, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. Him being so close made you readjust your position. You picked at the sheets nervously. 
“I was unaware of how deep Thawne’s wounds scarred you. Then I made a comment that was uncalled for. I apologize.” you bit down on your lip. 
“I’m sorry too.” you said finally. “It was childish of me to avoid you like I did. I should have just talked to you. The truth is you were right. I let my feelings dictate everything I do. The feelings I had for him and the ones I have for you.” Harry looked over at your words. 
“I-I like you Harry.” you confessed. “Y-You look just like him so I told myself never to go down that road again. But little by little I couldn't help but be intrigued by you, attracted to you. I’m so stupid!” you said, fresh tears falling down your cheeks. Harry moved closer scooping you into his arms. 
“Don’t say that you're far from stupid. “ you clenched your hands into his clothing.
“I am..I am the foolish one. I’m just as much attracted to you.” he whispered. You pulled back.
“W-What..” his hands rested on your cheek, wiping any evidence of your tears.
“I distanced myself because I thought you were only seeking solace in me to replace him. I was cruel to you because it was the only thing I could do to deny just how much your presence affected me. I’m completely and utterly infatuated with you (Y/N).” you swallowed. He was so close now. “If I haven’t already ruined my chances, I would like an opportunity to show you just how much I care about you.” 
“Okay..” you mumbled. With the way he was looking at you now there wasn’t much you could say. His thumb traced the outline of your cheekbone. 
Everywhere he touched felt like a spark to your skin. His lips met your own in a slow, hesitant kiss. It wasn’t much at first, just the innocent touching of lips. 
After a few moments you wanted more. Your hands tightened their hold on his clothing as you tried to pull him closer. He complied, pressing you softly into the mattress. You sighed at the feel of him. Your hands slipped into his hair and he gave a soft appreciative sound. Your stomach twirled at the little noise. Your hands wandered, you hooked your fingers into the hoops of his pants, pulling. His hips thrusted into you and you gasped. Your lips disconnected and Harry continued pressing kisses to your skin as you tried to regain your breath. 
“We should...probably...stop..”you forced out in between pants. 
“Agreed, they could..walk in at any time..” he was still pressing heated kisses to your body. His leg moved between your own and you moaned, looking at him a bit startled. Harry smirked down at you. “Then again, I think I’ve been holding out too long. Something tells me you have too.” you gulped when you felt his hand travelling under your clothing. 
“H-Harry..” you whined weakly. You whimpered when he squeezed your breast. 
“I finally have you, I’m not sure I really want to stop..” he growled into you ear. 
Someone clearing their throat made you both turn. 
“Allen.” Harry said sharply. Barry looked uncomfortable, like he regretted even coming in. 
“N-Nevermind, It can wait. “ he dove out of there faster than you’d ever seen. 
Harry’s eyes fixed back on you. 
“Now where were we.” 
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