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khayrrilrainxwells · 8 months

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Hi! Are you taking requests? I like your writing, and was hoping you'd write more earth 2 Harrison Wells fics!

I have so many draft fic but I don't have really time posting it because of school work. But don't worry I will be back soon or maybe post some of it. Btw thank you so much 🫶❤️

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khayrrilrainxwells · 10 months

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Bug Bite

HR Wells X Reader X Harry Wells

A/N: I hope you all enjoy my new fic! Your reactions, reblogs, and comments mean the world to me and keep me motivated. Exciting news: I'll be entering my second year of school soon, and I'm thrilled about it! Thank you for your ongoing support❤️

You and HR found yourselves enjoying a late-night coffee session, the dimly lit room creating a cozy ambiance. As he helped you with your new invention to support the team, you both couldn't help but share laughter and lighthearted banter. His presence alone filled the room with a warm energy that made the hours pass by effortlessly.

At one point, while engrossed in conversation, you realized the screwdriver you needed was out of your reach, positioned on the other side of the table, just next to HR. With a gentle smile, you looked at him and kindly asked for his assistance, feeling grateful for his unwavering support.

"Thank you," you whispered appreciatively, the words slipping out while you attempted to focus on your work amidst his nonstop chatter about his latest book. Occasionally, you'd pause and listen intently to his creative ideas, offering suggestions for the perfect endings to his stories, intertwining your own imagination with his words.

As you worked, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead. Instinctively, you inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth cling to your skin. Sensing your discomfort, HR paused, furrowing his brow and casting a curious glance at your neck. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he cleared his throat, catching your attention.

"Oh my, you've been having fun," HR teased, his voice laced with playful intrigue, as he motioned toward your neck.

Startled, you shifted in your seat, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. You swallowed nervously, locking eyes with HR, his captivating blue irises drawing you in.

"It's a bug bite," you stammered, avoiding his penetrating gaze, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, sure. Bug bites," HR replied, his arms folding across his chest as he maintained a skeptical expression.

With each passing moment, you could sense that HR's curiosity wouldn't waver until he discovered the truth. Succumbing to the inevitable, you took a deep breath, accepting your impending defeat.

"Fine," you conceded, your face turning a shade of crimson as you recalled the vivid scenario playing out in your mind. "It was Harry," you confessed, your fingertips lightly grazing the hickey on your neck, a sweet smile gracing your lips.

Just as your conversation resumed, you heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the Cortex. An impish grin tugged at the corners of your mouth as you locked eyes with the person entering the room, a flash of excitement dancing in your eyes.

"Oh, here's the bug," HR declared with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, pointing at Harry in jest.

"The bug?" Harry questioned, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Yeah, the bug," you chimed in, struggling to suppress a mischievous giggle at the inside joke shared between you and HR.

Harry appeared even more perplexed, trying to make sense of the playful banter unfolding before him.

"Wait, what bug?" Harry asked, a mixture of curiosity and amusement coloring his expression.

You exchanged a mischievous glance with HR, unable to contain the secret any longer. With a mischievous smile, you leaned closer to Harry, whispering dramatically, "It seems I've been bitten by the love bug."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Well, bug bites can be contagious," he replied with a playful wink.

Laughter filled the room as HR looked on, satisfied with the playful chaos he had instigated. From that moment on, your late-night coffee sessions became a delightful blend of scientific discoveries, shared secrets, and a hint of sweet romance, all thanks to a harmless bug bite that led to unexpected connections, endless moments of laughter, and the beginning of a whimsical love story that unfolded amidst your inventive endeavors.

Tags: @eonash @gaminggirlsstuff

#tom cavanagh #the flash cw #harry wells #the flash #hr wells #harrison wells #reader insert #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #earth 2 harry wells x reader #hr wells x reader #the flash fic

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khayrrilrainxwells · 10 months

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Defying Judgment: Love Beyond Expectations

Harrison "Eo" Wells X Reader

A/N: Introducing my new fic! I hope you enjoy it. Please like, comment, and reblog to give me the courage to write more. Your support means everything. Thank you!

You were sitting with your friends at the Central City Coffee Shop, feeling excited about introducing your boyfriend, Harrison Wells, to them. The anticipation was building inside you as you decided to text him and invite him to meet your friends. When he replied with a resounding yes, a rush of happiness washed over you.

Minutes later, you heard the familiar creaking of the coffee shop's door, and your heart skipped a beat. The sound of his wheelchair wheels approaching your table filled the air. With a big smile on your face, you greeted him and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. However, you couldn't help but notice a sudden change in your friends' expressions, as if they were disgusted by something.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to brush off their reaction, thinking that it couldn't possibly be related to Harrison. Wanting to introduce him to your friends, you intertwined your fingers with his and spoke up, "Guys, this is Harrison Wells." You gestured towards him while lightly touching his hand resting on his lap.

One of your friends rolled her eyes and remarked sarcastically, "Oh, the famous Harrison Wells." She took a sip of her coffee, seemingly unimpressed.

Feeling a mix of frustration and protectiveness, you took another deep breath and turned your gaze back to your boyfriend. With a loving squeeze of your hand, he looked into your eyes and reassured you, "Not anymore."

Before you could respond to your friend's rude comment, she interrupted, "Ew, you like him?" Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, but you decided not to engage further.

Undeterred, your friend persisted, asking again, "You like him?" She scrutinized you with her gaze, waiting for your response.

Rolling your eyes at her judgmental attitude, you firmly answered, "Yes, I love him." Folding your arms, you inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for a confrontation.

Amused, she laughed and said, "Are you crazy enough to fall for him? He's way older than you." Taking a sip of her coffee, she seemed to find humor in the situation.

Your patience waned, and anger bubbled up inside you. Standing up on your table, you slammed your hand down, capturing the attention of those around you. Ignoring the onlookers, you looked directly at your friends and addressed them with determination.

"How rude can you be? I don't care if he's older than me. I don't care if he doesn't fit your idea of the 'cutest' boy. He doesn't have to be. I like him for who he is. You don't see him the way I do, and I think he's perfect just the way he is." As you spoke, the passion in your voice grew stronger.

Overwhelmed by emotions, you grabbed the two coffee on the table and splashed them on your friends, expressing your anger and disappointment. Harrison just stare at you unsure of what to do in this situation. He saw the anger in your eyes that he never see before.

You reached out for the handle of his wheelchair, gripping it tightly. "We have to go," you told him firmly, leading the way toward the coffee shop's exit.

Once you arrived at the STAR Labs, you still felt the boiling anger inside you. Sitting in front of a monitor, you leaned your head against it, trying to calm yourself down. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your thoughts.

Turning to face Harrison, you grasped his hands and looked into his icy blue eyes. He asked, "Are you okay?" His concern was evident in his voice.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you replied, "Yeah, I'm fine." Pulling away slightly, you shifted your attention back to the monitor, trying to regain your composure. As Harrison wheeled himself next to you, you felt his touch on your cheek.

"I know you're not," he said, his eyes reflecting sadness.

Frustrated and vulnerable, tears welled up in your eyes as your heart raced. You shook your head, unable to control the rush of emotions. Staring at your sweaty hands, you said, "I hate it when people say that to me."

Harrison apologized softly, blaming himself for the incident. He gently placed his hand on your face and then moved it to his lap. Feeling guilty for the outburst, you slowly stood up from your chair and settled onto his lap, cupping his soft cheeks.

"It's not your fault," you reassured him, lifting his chin and meeting his icy blue gaze. Taking a deep breath, you closed the distance between you and kissed him passionately. As you pulled back, both of you gasped for air.

Whispering with a tone of sadness in your voice, you confessed, "I love you." Resting your head on his shoulder, you inhaled deeply, taking in his comforting scent. His warm hand gently patting your back and the soft kiss he placed on your shoulder made you feel secure.

"I love you too," he responded, his voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Later, at the Central City Club, Harrison arrived, donning a black cap and a black jacket. He noticed two ladies drinking alcohol nearby and couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Their unstable state became apparent when they suddenly found themselves outside the club.

Curiosity piqued, one of the women squinted at the dark space before them and spotted a tall figure approaching. "Who are you?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

Confidently, Harrison removed his hat and smirked at the two ladies. "I'm your (Y/N)'s boyfriend... and yes, I can walk," he replied, stunning them both.

Eobard Thawne's presence left one of the women wide-eyed as she stared at his feet in disbelief. Speeding in front of them, he added, "Well, I can do this, too." With a swift vibration of his hand, he incapacitated them, causing their bodies to hit the floor.

When one of the women choked on her own blood, struggling to speak, she managed to ask, "Why did you do this?"

"You know, just for fun." Eobard declared, a satisfied look on his face. He nonchalantly put his hat back on, as if nothing had happened, and walked away, leaving the two women behind.

Tags: @eonash @gaminggirlsstuff

#tom cavanagh #the flash cw #harry wells #the flash #harrison wells #reader insert #eobard x reader #harrison eobard wells imagines #reverse flash imagines

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khayrrilrainxwells · 11 months

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Flowers Of Love

HR Wells X Reader

A/N: Greetings, dear reader! I present to you my new fic, filled with passion and creativity. Your support through likes, reblogs, and comments would mean the world to me, and it would inspire me to continue writing. Thank you in advance for your encouragement!

Summary: Losing the love of her life was excruciating for (Y/N). In her grief, she longed for the impossible: a chance to turn back time and cherish their love once more, even if only in her dreams.

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You're sitting in a breathtaking flower field, its vibrant colors complementing the warm hues of the sunset painting the sky. By your side is your beloved boyfriend, HR, whose presence brings you immeasurable joy and contentment. Every date with him, no matter how simple or extravagant, fills your heart with love and excitement. Whether it's a romantic night out, a cozy movie night, or even a quiet breakfast together, as long as you're with HR, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. From the moment you first met him, you were apprehensive due to past encounters with other versions of Wells, but HR proved to be different—sweet, funny, handsome, and refreshingly down-to-earth. It's his simplicity that captivates you the most, and you consider yourself incredibly fortunate to have him in your life. Being with HR brings you a sense of tranquility that you've never experienced before. He always goes out of his way to ensure your happiness, and the thought of a life without him is unimaginable.

As you gaze at HR, a sweet smile graces your lips, reflecting the deep affection you hold for him. Your attention then drifts to the beautiful flowers that surround you both, their fragrant presence enhancing the romantic ambiance. You find yourselves lying in the grass, your head nestled in the crook of HR's arm, a cozy and intimate position. In his other hand, he holds a delicate red flower, a symbol of love and passion.

"Isn't it peaceful?" you ask, your voice filled with awe as you take in the serene atmosphere.

HR's eyes light up, and he twirls the red flower between his fingers before tenderly placing it behind your ear. As you breathe in the fresh scent of the flower, you shift your position to sit beside him, your eyes never leaving his face. The breathtaking sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and pink, mirroring the beauty you see in HR.

"Do you ever miss it?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness, as you twiddle the flower between your fingers, contemplating its delicate petals.

HR gazes at you, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He moves closer, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing your gaze to meet his.

"Miss what?" he asks, his voice tender and playful, a loving smile gracing his lips.

A mixture of emotions washes over you, and a bittersweet smile forms on your face, tears glistening in your eyes. You summon the strength to express the unspoken ache in your heart.

"B-being alive," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to meet his gaze.

HR's smile softens, and he sits beside you, his touch sending a comforting warmth through your body. He cups your face with gentle hands, causing your eyes to meet once again.

"I think it's time for you to wake up," he says, his voice filled with a tender sincerity. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. "Hopefully, you'll dream about me again."

As his words fade into the ether, HR slowly begins to vanish, leaving you alone in the enchanting flower field. A single tear cascades down your cheek, a testament to the depth of your love and longing. You awaken from the dream, your tear-stained eyes blinking open. Your hands tremble slightly as you wipe away the lingering tears, searching for solace.

Your gaze falls upon a framed photograph on the nearby table, holding a red, dried flower—a precious memento left behind by HR. With a bittersweet smile, you cradle the frame in your hands, pulling it close to your heart. It's a symbol of your enduring love and the cherished memories you shared. Though HR sacrificed himself, leaving a void in your life, you vow to keep his memory alive within your heart.

"Don't you worry, my love. I'm going to dream about you again," you whisper, your voice filled with determination and devotion. Placing the frame back on the table, you take a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the day ahead. While the ache of HR's absence may never fully dissipate, you're determined to honor his memory and find solace in the love you shared. With each passing day, you strive to carry his spirit within you, embracing the sweet moments you had together, and finding comfort in the dreams that bring you closer to him once more.

#tom cavanagh #the flash cw #the flash #hr wells #harrison wells #reader insert #hr wells x reader #hr wells imagine #theflashfic #the flash imagines #theflash

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Please note that I have made some minor changes to this story, adding extra details and emotions to enhance the reading experience while keeping the core plot intact. Enjoy the sweet twists and amplified character emotions❤️

Don't Drink Again

Harry Wells X Reader

Summary: The reader is drunk, and she forget the most important thing in her life.

A/N: Please note that I have made some minor changes to this story, adding extra details and emotions to enhance the reading experience while keeping the core plot intact. Enjoy the sweet twists and amplified character emotions!

Warning: Angts and fluf

You woke up in your workshop the next morning, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. The memories of last night's party were hazy as you tried to recall what had happened. As you stumbled out of bed, your feet touched the cold concrete floor of the Star Labs corridor. The headache intensified, and you longed for the festivities to continue. Confusion washed over you as you saw your friends gathered in the cortex, seemingly engaged in a serious discussion.

"Hey, party people! Where's the party?" you slurred, swaying back and forth in the entrance of the cortex.

Your intoxicated state drew all eyes towards you, but you just flashed a smile and made your way to the monitors, hopping onto the table in the cortex.

"Still drunk, (Y/N)?" Barry asked, his brow raised in confusion.

"Drunk? Pffft... No!" you replied, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Mosquito... did you steal my drink? It's missing," you frowned at Cisco, purposely giving him a playful nickname.

"It's Cisco, not mosquito," Cisco corrected you, shooting you an annoyed look that you secretly found endearing.

"They're practically the same," you smirked.

"No, they're not," Cisco retorted, annoyed by your teasing.

"But seriously, where is my drink? The blue one?" you inquired, searching the room with bleary eyes.

Barry interrupted, asking, "What exactly did you drink last night before we left?"

"Before you all left? Did... did you all leave? Is the party already over?" you asked, feeling a bit lost.

"Dude, focus!" Cisco yelled, trying to snap you back to reality.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, I remember now!" you exclaimed.

"What?" Barry asked, curiosity piqued.

"I forget again," you said, closing your eyes briefly.

"Dude, wake up!" Cisco shook you, urging you to come back to your senses.

Opening your eyes, you saw Cisco looking at you expectantly. "Fine! The delicious drink that Caitlin was hiding in the med bay. Yeah, that's the one," you proudly declared.

"Wait, what!?" Caitlin exclaimed, her eyes narrowing at you.

"Easy, my friend. I'm okay," you reassured her, taking a deep breath before jumping off the table to grab another drink.

"Where are you going?" Barry questioned, concerned, as he grabbed your wrist.

"I need a drink," you insisted, trying to break free from Barry's hold.

"No, enough," Barry said, his grip firm.

"What?! No, Barry, I need more drink, please!" you pleaded, attempting to run away from his grasp.

"No, (Y/N), Harry will be mad at us," Cisco chimed in, hoping to deter you.

"Get up, Barry. We need to fix (Y/N) before Harry gets—" Cisco was cut off by someone clearing their throat. The team turned their heads to see Harry leaning against the door of the cortex, arms folded.

"What did you all do while I was gone?" Harry asked the team, his voice laced with bitterness.

"Shot," Cisco muttered under his breath, knowing they were in trouble.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of Harry's voice. You had developed a significant crush on the grumpy scientist since his arrival on Earth-1, but you never thought you'd have the chance to be close to him.

"Hey, Harry, how was your little trip to Earth-2?" you called out, trying to keep your voice light and cheery.

"It's Earth-2, and my daughter Jesse is doing fine," Harry responded, correcting your mistake.

"So, I'll ask you guys again, what did you all do to (Y/N)?" Harry asked, narrowing his gaze at each member of Team Flash.

"She accidentally drank Barry's alcohol that Caitlin made for him, so it's definitely Caitlin's fault," Cisco quickly pointed a finger at his friend.

"It's not my fault that she drank it. It's Barry's fault," Caitlin defended herself, pointing an accusing finger at the young speedster.

"What? Why me?" Barry protested, feeling slightly attacked.

"Dude, it was your idea to have a party in the cortex," Cisco reminded him, raising an eyebrow.

"But the reason we had the party was because we just defeated the freaking meta—" Barry tried to explain before Harry cut him off.

"Enough!" Harry's voice echoed through the room, silencing everyone.

Harry's frustration radiated through his words as he scolded the team. "Enough! It's all your faults."

Realizing the severity of the situation, Harry approached you and firmly grasped your wrist, pulling you towards the cortex exit.

"No... I don't want to sleep, Harry. I want more drink!" you protested, resisting his hold.

"No, you're not," Harry replied sternly, determination in his eyes.

You continued struggling against Harry's grip, desperately wanting to escape and find more alcohol. In your blurry vision, you noticed a glint on Harry's finger. Your heart sank as you realized he was wearing a ring. When did he get married? You couldn't recall any mention of it. Who was the lucky woman? Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt a sense of loss wash over you. You had longed to tell Harry about your feelings, but it seemed too late now.

Harry noticed your teary eyes and questioned you with an annoyed tone, "What's your problem? Are you crying?"

"Y-You're engaged," you stammered, tears streaming down your face.

"What's the big deal if I am married?" Harry retorted, his voice laced with irritation.

"Because... because... never mind. Just leave me already," you said, defeated, as you slumped onto your bed.

"Hey, tell me," Harry's voice softened as he gently touched your shoulder, making you flinch at his touch.

"Because... it's too late to tell you that... that I love you, Harry Wells. I really, really love you. When you came to this Earth, I never thought I'd fall in love with you. I'm a coward. I wish I had told you about my feelings sooner... I wish I had confessed to you. But I was afraid you'd yell at me or push me away. I was afraid of rejection," you poured out your heart, your voice filled with vulnerability.

Finally, the words were out, but you felt a sense of futility. It seemed pointless now, knowing that Harry would live his life with someone else—the person he had married. You would have to go on living without him by your side.

Harry stood frozen, taking in everything you had just confessed. He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect his thoughts. When he opened them, he saw you sitting on the bed, tears staining your face.

"I think you should go to sleep. You need to rest," Harry said, his voice tender, yet filled with concern.

"I don't want to sleep, Harry! I need more drink!" you protested, determined to continue drowning your sorrows.

"Where is your ring?" Harry pointed at your hand, his voice stern.

"What ring?!" you shouted back, confused.

"THE ONE I GAVE YOU WHEN I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME!" Harry yelled, his frustration evident.

Harry abruptly stood up from the bed, walked toward you, and cupped your cheeks, closing the distance between the two of you. In an unexpected turn of events, he passionately kissed you, a mix of emotions flowing through the moment. When you finally pulled apart, gasping for air, Harry rested his forehead against yours and whispered softly.

"You need to rest, my love," Harry said, his eyes locked onto your beautiful (E/C) eyes. He cherished looking into your eyes; they brought him a sense of calm. As he broke away from the embrace, he glanced back at you, giving you a wink before heading to the door of your room.

"And don't drink again, Mrs. Wells," Harry said, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he made his way back to the cortex. You remained frozen in disbelief, questioning whether the effects of Barry's alcohol were playing tricks on your mind.

Harry entered the cortex, catching the attention of the team. He cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes at each member.

"Don't let (Y/N) drink again. She just freaking forgot that she's married to me. Is that clear?" Harry asserted, his gaze piercing.

All of Team Flash nodded, understanding the seriousness of Harry's request.

"Of course, Harry," Caitlin replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Yes," Barry chimed in, feeling a sense of responsibility.

"Aye, aye, Captain," Cisco quipped, flashing a mischievous smile at Harry.

Harry glared at Cisco, causing the young scientist to quickly retreat towards the exit of the cortex to grab some coffee.

"Harry, stop doing that. You scared him," Barry defended his friend, hoping to diffuse the tension.

"He's still afraid of me," Harry stated, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the aftermath of his outburst.

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khayrrilrainxwells · 11 months

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Dr. Romantic Masterlist

#kim sabu #Kim Sabu X Reader #Dr. Romantic #Kdrama

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khayrrilrainxwells · 11 months

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His so cuteeeeee❤️

#kim sabu #dr romantic 3 #Teacher Kim #Dr. Romantic #kdrama

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❤️

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khayrrilrainxwells · 11 months

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#HanSukKyu's acting has me speechless. He brings so much depth and emotion to his character that it's impossible not to be mesmerized. His ability to convey so much with just a single look is nothing short of impressive. 🙌🏼❤️

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khayrrilrainxwells · 11 months

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The Color Enigma

Harry Wells X Reader

A/N: Hello everyone,

I'm back! School's out, and I have loads of time to write amazing fics. Get ready for some captivating stories coming your way!

You've been sitting at the cortex, the room filled with the soft hum of computers and the faint glow of screens illuminating your surroundings. As the minutes ticked away, the team had already departed, leaving you alone to complete your work. Feeling the weight of solitude, you cast your gaze upon the grumpy scientist who remained engrossed in his own tasks, his brow furrowed in concentration. The stillness in the air compelled you to break the silence and inject some warmth into the atmosphere.

With a thoughtful expression, you swiveled your chair to face Harry, the enigmatic scientist, whose demeanor often seemed impenetrable. "Hey, Harry," you called out, your voice cutting through the quietude. His eyes lifted from the intricate calculations before him, meeting your curious gaze.

"What's your favorite color?" you asked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of your lips. Harry leaned back in his chair, contemplating the question, his lips forming a pensive line. He glanced at you, his eyes momentarily searching for an answer before he finally responded, "Don't have one." His response was accompanied by a nonchalant reach for the coffee cup sitting on the edge of the table.

You chuckled softly, the sound ringing in the otherwise hushed room. "Of course you do, Harry. Everyone has a favorite color," you persisted, confident in your belief. He regarded you for a moment, his expression inscrutable, before shaking his head gently. "Not me," he insisted, his voice laced with a tinge of mystery.

Undeterred, you shifted your attention back to your work, though a flicker of curiosity remained. The silence settled once more upon the cortex, broken only by the soft sounds of keyboards and the occasional hum of electronic equipment. Lost in your own thoughts, you found yourself engrossed in your task until a gentle voice brought you back to the present.

"What's yours then?" Harry's inquiry caught you by surprise, and you turned to face him, your lips grazing the bottom one in contemplation before meeting his gaze. "My favorite color is (Y/F/C)," you replied, a hint of vulnerability seeping into your voice. As you resumed your work, you couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at Harry, hoping to discern any hidden emotions that lay behind his enigmatic facade.

Once again, he shook his head, reaffirming his lack of preference. It seemed as though Harry was a man of few words and even fewer emotions. A sigh escaped your lips, realizing that perhaps breaking through his walls was an insurmountable task. The whispers of your teammates' doubts echoed in your mind��they had warned you that Harry was closed off, unreachable. Maybe they were right.

Resolving to finish your work elsewhere, you swiftly gathered your belongings, preparing to retreat to the comfort of your own apartment. As you made your way towards the exit, his voice called out to you, stopping you in your tracks. "(Y/F/C)," he uttered, causing you to turn and face him, your brows knitting together in confusion.

"That's my favorite color, the one I just told you," he revealed, his expression mirroring your own bewilderment. Slowly, he removed his glasses, carefully placing them on the table. Taking a deep breath, he rose from his seat, striding purposefully toward you. With every step he took, your heartbeat quickened, anticipation mingling with apprehension. Backed against the cold wall of the cortex, you found yourself trapped by his presence.

Harry's intense gaze locked onto yours, his hands moving to press against the wall on either side of you, effectively enclosing you within his grasp. A small, enigmatic smile curved his lips.

#harry wells imagine #the flash cw #tom cavanagh #harry wells #the flash #harrison wells #reader insert #harry wells x reader #earth 2 harry wells x reader

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khayrrilrainxwells · 1 year

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Harry: I am a father now?

And then he collapse

(Y/N): Ye- oh god!

#tom cavanagh #the flash cw #harry wells #the flash #harrison wells #reader insert #harry wells x reader

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khayrrilrainxwells · 1 year

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Thank for the tag bestieeeeeeee ❤️ @gaminggirlsstuff