#hrxreader

The heart to heart with HR has given you confidence you need to do something you should have from the moment you’d gotten away from Eobard. Confide in your friends. Now with them all standing in the cortex, you take a seat.

“I asked you guys to come because I..” You need to gather your thoughts.

“I want to tell you what happened. “ They all seem to know exactly what it is you mean.

“Dr. We…Eoabrd.” You correct yourself.

“He took me because he was…he..he said that he’d gained feelings for me.” Barry doesn’t see that coming.

“Before it all happened, I did care about him. Well I guess I cared about the man I thought he was. He thought that if I was away from you all that he could influence me, persuade me to switch sides. He wanted me to betray you all and be with him.” You’re messing with your fingers, it’s the only distraction you have.

“I refused and so he drove his hand into my gut.”

You press a hand to your stomach. Barry takes a step, but you raise your head, shaking it. You need to get this out. Because there’s a chance you’d never have the courage to do this again.

"He thought I was dead, and I pretended to be. Held on for as long as I could. We weren’t that far from a town, so the second I realized he wasn’t coming back, I dragged myself to the window and left a message there. I couldn’t make it outside. I was lucky enough that the building I was in was somewhere high schoolers like to mess around in. Someone found me. I survived, but even if I didn’t I just…I wanted you guys to know…” You sob, and it pulls at Barry’s heart. Caitlin puts a hand over her lips to stop them from quivering.

“I-I wanted you to know that I would never..would never…” Barry rushed forward, pulling you into his arms and you cried. Harry and the others watch as you practically bawl your eyes out.

“We know.” Barry responds.

“We know.” You bury your face in his chest, for once not worried about how strong you looked.

The events of that day have laid heavy on everyone’s heart.

“Knock knock.” You smile as HR enters the speed lab. You’re sitting at the stairs.

“You know if you knock you don’t have to say the words. “

“Where’s the fun in that?” He starts strumming his drum sticks against the railing. You lean forward, enjoying the crazy personality that is HR Wells.

“So I was thinking, since you’re super swift and fighty, how about you teach me a couple moves.” He swings the sticks in his hand, right before he tucks it into his pocket.

“You want to learn to fight?”

“Sure. The lab is always under attack. What’s one more warrior am I right?” He does little air punches, and you chuckle.

“I guess I could start training you, but you need to be focused HR. No messing around. “

“When have I ever messed around?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Point taken, see you bright and early tomorrow!” He’s dashing off, and you laugh.

“He's such a child.”

It’s a refreshing change, especially now. Maybe HR is what you need to trust again. Not just your friends, but yourself. Harry is the one that strolls through the entrance.

“Why was that moron in such a hurry?”

“He wants to learn how to fight.” You reply.

“Great, now we’ll have to HR proof everything. He’s like a walking bomb.” Harry’s annoyance is fun to watch sometimes. You lean back, letting out a breath. Harry’s eyes settle on you.

“I know why you became a bounty hunter.” You tune back in, eyes shifting to him.

“It made sense. Eobard took that power from you.” Now, you can’t seem to look at him. Leave it to Harry to figure it out.

“Barry's never told me what you were like before, nor has Cisco, but I saw a video. One with the four of you. I saw a side of you I’d never seen before. When he took you that day you changed, and it made you tough. You picked that job because you wanted to catch criminals and help people, the way you had hoped someone would have helped you when he took you. “

Harry sees the tears that are now running down your cheeks, and you don’t wipe them away. You’d spent too many days keeping it all inside. Pretending that you were okay. That he hadn’t left something broken inside you all those years ago.

“He took away the innocence and faith I had. I couldn’t see the good in anyone for so long. I couldn’t date or bond with anyone because I kept waiting for that other shoe to drop. I’ve been trapped in that time. “

“You aren’t anymore.”

You want to believe it, you really do. When Harry takes a seat next to you, he pulls you into his side.

“You’re one of the few people I can tolerate on this earth. Hell will freeze over before I let something happen to you.” You lean your head on his shoulder with a smile.

“Thank you Harry.”

“Of course.”

The silence settles, and you begin to relax, but the rumbling of a stomach catches your attention.

“Big belly burger?” You suggest with a laugh. Harry tries to play off his embarrassment.

It’s crazy how easily it feels to be with HR. Not much has changed, except now the both of you aren’t walking around in circles. You’re heading towards the cortex with a cup of coffee in your hand for a certain someone. You smile just thinking about it. As you step in, you can see Cisco quarreling with HR who is putting up decorations. 

“HR you really don’t have to decorate everytime there is a holiday.” Cisco lectures. The bright green littered all over the room has you smiling. 

“St. Patrick's Day, we have to celebrate!” HR says from on top of the ladder.

 “Just one more.” 

He stretches to get to a spot, and you see his feet slip. He yells, and you feel your body move almost automatically. You slide under his body catching him. Cisco, Caitlin and Harry stare. You’re now wearing your suit, and you place him gently on his feet. 

“HR a-are you alright?!!” You inspect him frantically. He nods, clearing his throat. 

“I’m sorry, that was very hot.” He mutters under his breath. You sigh in relief, cheek a light shade of red. 

“I swear you’ll give me a heart condition. Please be careful.” 

The blue suit slowly retracts from your skin, and you place your hands on your hips. 

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make this holiday great for you since I messed up your birthday last time. I figured you’d be so impressed and then give me a big reward.” He says childishly. 

“I may not be as good a kisser as Harry but I’m sure we can-”

“Wait what?” 

HR points at Harry. 

“Well you’ve already kissed Harry so I thought I’d have a lot to live up to.” Barry walks in at just the right time apparently. He sort of shimmies to Cisco’s side. 

“What’s going on?” He whispers. Cisco is nibbling on a twizzler with a grin. 

“This just got good, have one.” He holds out the snack for Barry who takes one, listening to the conversation. 

“Who told you I kissed Harry?” He points to Harry. 

“Harry!!” You scold. 

“I apologize, the both of you were acting so terribly awkward. I was trying to help.” 

“So you didn’t kiss Harry?” 

“Of course not! I’d never kiss Harry.” 

“Hey!!” 

They both said, offended. 

“S-Sorry I just mean..” Sometimes you forgot they had the same face. They were just so vastly different. 

“HR, trust me what Harry and I have is completely platonic. He’s like family.” 

“That’s good to know. Phew.” 

You direct your glare at Harry who makes an excuse, walking away. Now that he’s gone, you take notice of the audience you have. Your blank expression says it all. They each go scrambling in different directions. You sigh.

“I’m sorry about that.” HR says. 

“You don’t have to apologize.” 

You know that despite your reassurance, there is still a part of him that will always be a bit insecure. Especially when he was constantly surrounded by heroes and geniuses. Hell, you were a scientist/bountyhunter/blue lantern. 

That was a lot to compete with. 

“HR, I promise you don’t have to be perfect, and you certainly don’t have to overdo it to impress me. Just keep being you. I can’t ask for much more than that. “ To you, HR was incredible. He gave his all to this team. He literally traveled to another earth. He could have left ages ago. But he stayed to help. He never once returned your previous hostility with resent. 

He understood your struggles, accepted you and even helped you through them. If he hadn’t kept pushing, you’d probably still walk around assuming the worst of everything and everyone. He made you better. In a way, he’s the reason you’d been able to manifest your hope into sheer power. HR blinks when your suit suddenly reappears. Your eyes are most likely glowing again too. 

“Is something wrong, a threat?!” He looks around, raising his hands in what you assume is a defensive position. 

“N-No nothing’s wrong I don’t..I don’t know why it just popped up like that.” HR moves closer, studying the insignia. 

“Does it usually just appear like this? Other than when you’re all in fight mode I mean.” 

“Not really. “ Your eyes move to the ring that’s glowing. 

“I was just thinking about you and it..” Your words fall off. You’re still trying to work through the kinks of it all. 

“You were thinking of me?” 

You blink, and then his question registers. 

“N-Not in a weird way or anything. Just more of our first meeting you know. How much that has changed. How much the both of us have..” 

HR is smiling, and you barely finish the sentence. He takes another step, leaning down. You’re silenced by the warmth of his lips. The content sound that leaves you makes him smile. It appears you’d been anticipating this for sometime. Your hand reached up, and you accidentally knocked the hat off his head. HR’s hands circle your waist, pulling you flush to him. 

He can physically feel the energy that is radiating from your body. It feels strangely nice. He walks you back, and your legs hit a desk. You moan when he reaches down, lifting your hips and placing you on the table. You part for a brief second, and your breathing is labored. This time it feels as though HR is the one whose eyes are shining. They look so beautiful, completely focused on you.

“Was that okay..” It’s a tentative whisper. 

“Yeah..” 

You can’t formulate better words. It was incredible. 

“Okay then.” 

“HR stop!”

He’s paced all the way to another room, and he doesn’t stop, not even for your call.

“HR I-I’m in love with you too!”

You stumble into one of Cisco’s working stations, making an abrupt stop when he does.

He doesn’t face you, or look your way.

“I know you just feel sorry for me.” You’re hurt, you can’t believe that’s what he actually thinks.

“I’m not smart like Harry, or fast as Barry. Someone as incredible as you shouldn’t go for someone like me.” You’re aggravated.

“I must seem pretty shallow to you huh.”

He turns to deny it, and he’s astonished at the blue glow of your eyes. Your ring is giving off a pulse. It appears to him that when you’re emotionally hyped up, it’s harder for you to control.

“HR the last thing I thought I’d do was fall for another Wells. B-But you’re different. You’re funny, kind, and you always try to focus on the positive outlook of everything even when the situation feels hopeless." You step closer, he’s unable to look away.

“At first you drove me crazy. I kept waiting for you to reveal some devious plan. But that’s not who you are. You’re just..you. That’s why I can’t seem to stop thinking about you."

He marvels at you.

“This morning I had every intention of finally coming clean, but then Cisco came in and ruined our perfect moment.” HR smiles, and it brings warmth. The glow in our eyes fades.

“I care about you, I’d risk my life for you, HR Wells. You’re so freaking charismatic, bubbly and your crazy obsession with coffee is something I’ll probably never understand.” He lets out a soft chuckle.

“But I promise you I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You reach up, and he can’t help but lean into your touch. Your palm on his cheek feels so tender.

“You don’t have to be a super genius, just keep looking at me like that..” You whisper.

“And everything will be fine.”

He’s praying that he hasn’t imagined this from taking too many hits to the head.

“I guess I should have been more honest huh.” you giggle.

“There’s nothing wrong with being afraid of rejection, HR. Just because you’re a guy it doesn’t mean you don’t deal with those things the same. It’s alright if you feel insecure at times. We all go through that. I just hope that you never doubt that I care about you okay?” He nods.

A wild night in town was something you all needed. Stepping into Star Labs the next morning you feel a bit refreshed. HR is the first person you see. He grins.

“Well if it isn’t Whitney Houston.” You laugh.

“There’s a Whitney Houston on your earth?”

“Essentially, she has a different name but that’s not important. You have a beautiful voice (Y/N)! You should use it more often.”

“I think with all the work we do here I’m pretty busy.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Especially with your new mojo.” He does a little wiggle with his eyebrows.

“Actually HR, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” You step closer, and he looks eager.

“Yes, anything, hit me.”

It’s finally just the two of you. You mean to get to the point, tell him exactly how you feel. How you’ve been feeling for a while now. Your words get stuck, somehow you get distracted by his perfectly kissable lips. They’re so pink, and begging to be touched. HR follows your gaze, and he gulps.

“U-Umm did it get hot in here or is it just me?” He pulls at the collar of his shirt with a laugh.

You can’t help it. The initial decision was to discuss this, but it’s hard when he looks this cute. Taking one step, you’re so much closer. HR opens his mouth to say something.

“(Y/N) let’s test your powers!” Cisco’s excited yell calls from around the corner. HR takes a step back babbling.

“I-I should get on some s-science stuff.”

He rushes off. You frown when Cisco enters. He slows his step when he sees your glare, as well as your suit that has presented itself.

“Uhh, you good?”

“Peachy.” You spat.

Something told him this training session would be a bit rough.

~~~

HR tries to busy himself in the lab, anything to keep him occupied. His mind keeps running back to what happened.

“Was she trying to kiss me?”

It felt that way, hell it looked that way, but you hadn’t. Maybe he was delusional.

“Why are you acting weird?” Harry asks.

“I’m not acting weird, who’s acting weird? You’re the one being weird.”

HR’s little rant to Harry accusation is proof enough. HR continues drumming and Harry just goes back to work. He’d long learned to deal with his counter parts' insistent need to hit everything with those sticks.

“Soooo, what did you think about (Y/N)’s performance last night? Great right?”

Harry nods absently, adjusting his glasses to study the board better. He’s twirling the marker in his hand.

“Yeah I mean you would know. Since you two are so close and all.”

“Yes.” Harry is still fixated on his equation, so he doesn’t see through HR’s slick questioning.

“So how close are we talking?”

“I’ve kissed her.”

HR froze, and Harry turned.

“Is that what this is about. You’re trying to see if she’s available.” Harry’s nonchalant attitude sort of puts HR off. HR looks a bit more guarded now. This is quite frankly the first time HR looks irritated.

“What if I told you I have feelings for her, would you stop looking at her like a lovesick puppy.” HR is clearly uncomfortable.

“I haven’t been-”

“It’s stupid to deny it. Anyone can see you care about her. The better question is why you haven’t done anything about it? You’re afraid you’d lose to me.”

“She isn’t some prize!”

Harry smirks.

“That sounds like something a loser would say. I bet you’re just bored. Did you mess around with her doppleganger on your earth, and came to see if it’s the same. “

“I’d never do something like that!” HR is a bit stunned at the way Harry speaks.

“Really, you lied about your capabilities, how can I trust you?”

“I-I care about her!”

“Doesn’t seem that way. You’re a coward. You couldn’t even confront her. It looks to me that you don’t even understand how you feel.”

“I do!”

“Really, I don’t think so.”

“You have no idea what it’s like being in love with someone who’ll never see you the same!!” HR accuses.

“Y-You really think (Y/N) will love someone like me. She’s strong, independent, caring and amazing. Even before she got those powers I knew she was special. What greater thing do I have to offer her than half baked ideas and moral support. She deserves better.”

“HR…”

He turns, shocked at your presence. You're at the entrance, and HR gaze falters.

“I hadn’t intended to push you so far. But I needed to know that your intentions were good. (Y/N) is special to me, she’s like family.”

It occurs to him that he’d been played. Because Harry’s gaze looks quite similar to the way he looks at all the other members of team flash. Dropping his drumsticks on the desk, he turns, storming off.

“H-HR wait!”

Cisco was the one to suggest a day of just relaxation.

So of course the option was coming to a club. You weren’t even surprised. Somehow watching Cisco use some pretty crazy moves on the dance floor was just what you needed. Harry was at the table with you sipping on drinks. Barry and Iris had joined the dance floor. HR was off to the side, having his own drink as he was chatting with Joe. Your shoulders slump, and you play with the ring on your finger as you watch the male.

“If you keep staring at him like that he might melt.”

You blush, flustered at your very obvious longing for the older man.

“Are you going to talk to him? The two of you have been acting weird since that night. I think it’s pretty obvious there is something between you two.”

You thought so too, but HR had been somewhat keeping his distance since that night. You’d been so sure he felt the same. The way he looked at you, it felt so raw and loving. Maybe you’d imagined the whole thing. At the start you’d been so put off by just being in the same room as him, but now you long to be closer.

“I don’t think he sees me that way. I mean we’re good friends, and we do work well together. “

“It sounds like you’re making excuses.”

You sigh, fiddling with your drink.

“You’re still afraid. He isn’t Eobard, (Y/N).”

“I know that I just..”

The scars were still very much there.

There was a time where you really thought that you loved him. After that betrayal, a part of you wrote off all relationships for a while. Especially with men that shared the face of Harrison Wells. But with HR, it’s different. He’s different, and that’s why you’d fallen for him. Or maybe you were just destined to be with Wells.

What were the odds of you falling for another Harrison?

“I’d like to think that the reason you care about him is because he makes you feel like you can trust again. He takes away from the pain. I hope it’s not for his brain otherwise you’d both be screwed.”

You laugh at Harry’s joke, and he smiles at you. Unknowest to you. HR looks over, his jaw setting at the happy expression you share with Harry. He grips his glass a bit tighter. You aren’t sure why, but you look over, and HR meets your eyes. You both let out a breath in unison, and Harry groans.

“This is painful to watch.”

You break eye contact, glaring at Harry.

Harry makes a gesture, and you’re a bit confused when the dance music halts for a moment. A man picks up a microphone.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, we have a little performance tonight. Please welcome (Y/N) Rivers to the stage.”

The claps begin, and you look back at Harry in horror.

“You didn’t.” He just grins.

“Better get up there.”

He gives you a gentle push, and the light shines down on you. Now everyone in the club is clapping, even your so-called friends who don’t do a thing to help you. Reluctantly you get to the stage. Cisco walks over to Harry, giving a high five. Barry and Iris come over, and so does Joe and HR.

“Is (Y/N) going to sing?”

“Sure is !” Cisco says as he begins cheering loudly.

You take the microphone that’s handed to you awkwardly, and when you see the song that appears on the screen, you frown.

“Cisco.”

He was the only one very adept in your musical choices. You can’t believe this.

Now all eyes are on you. HR watches curiously, and you can feel the pressure increase. Letting out a breath, you prepare for when the music plays.

Yeah, I doubt, I doubt myself

And I'm too proud to ask for help

When you see me beside myself

I don't have to explain it, baby

Yeah, I'm over picking fights

And trying to mend it with a high

Don't want to know that I'm not right

I know that I've been needy, needy

Yeah, sometimes I need someone to pick me up

Overdose my mind with the things I love

You can take me there

When my heart beats

When my heart beats free

HR looks somewhat awestruck, and out of all the people in the club, he’s the only one you see.

Take my hand in the middle of a crisis

Pull me close, show me, baby, where the light is

I was scared of a heart I couldn't silence

But you make me, you make me feel good

I like it

The crowd is screaming, a few of them singing along. HR smiles, cheering with everyone else as you continue. As the song progresses, you feel more comfortable. A part of you now wishes it won’t end. You’d like to save that look on HR’s face forever.

But you make me, you make me feel good

I like it

When the song comes to an end, you bow, returning the mic as you run off the stage. Your little gang is screaming and you laugh. Harry sends you a smug look, and you just roll your eyes. HR is absolutely beaming.

“You didn’t tell me you were such a good singer!! That was amazing!”

“T-Thanks HR. Catching scumbags may be my speciality, but I guess singing isn’t that bad either.”