Canned Soup (E2-Harrison x Sick!Reader) - Imagines
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Imagine: You're sick in bed with the flu and Harry is trying his best to help you feel better…
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“Canned soup?”
“Shut up.”
Quite flustered, Harry ran his hands through his hair and laced his fingers behind his head. He shot you a judging glare that told you not only of his irritation, but of his slight embarrassment as well.
You couldn't help but smile.
Despite your shitty condition right now - messy, oily hair, stuffy nose, sore throat and killer headache - the man still found a way to make you smile. It was one of the things you loved about him.
Catching sight of your bemusement, Harry rolled his eyes and took a seat beside you. He tugged the yellow plastic bowl and spoon from your hands.
“Look,” He said, stirring the chicken broth in a slightly irritable manner. “I don't know how to cook. I don't. But until I learn how to, this is the best I can manage.”
He raised the spoon to his lips and blew.
“So, shut up.”
You opened your mouth to argue once more. “I wasn't -”
“Shut up.” He repeated.
And with that, the multiverse physicist shoved the spoonful of soup in your mouth.
Gently.
At first, you gagged at the hot metal’s sudden presence in an unwanted place; but, shortly after, were able to cup your lips around the neck of the spoon and catch the soup before it splashed out and dribbled down your shirt.
Swallowing, you shot Harry a sassy glare. “What was that for?!”
“For being so damn noisy,” he grumbled, stirring your soup once more. “Say another word and I'll shove this spoon down your -”
“Wow, okay,” you interrupted once more, this time a slight mischievous smile tickling the corner of your lips as you saw the man’s forehead vein about to burst. “That's graphic. You always talk to girls like that, Wells?”
Another deep set scowl appeared on his features. “Just eat the damn soup.”
Your sly smirk broadened. “Whatever you say, Boo.”
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So I got this idea after reading a couple of @reversephysics amazing MickxPlus Sized Reader stories and no this is not currently an OC I am going to RP with. She might eventually join the cast here, but for now, she’s just a girl meant to enjoy life with everyone’s favorite arsonist.
Enjoy
“C’mon sugar, give daddy some sugar.”
“I’m flattered but sorry. I’m not interested.”
“Don’t be such a stuck up bitch. What other guy is gonna give a healthy gal like you the time of day huh?”
Michele clenched her jaw at the bar patrons words. Sure, she was huskier than some women, had perhaps a few extra pounds, but it wasn’t something she was necisarilly proud of. At a size 16-18 jean size, she was already self conscious enough about her weight, and then there were men like this jackass who thought that just cause they paid her some skeezy, degrading “compliments” she’d give them what they wanted.
Instead of getting angry though, the chestnut haired woman opted to try and just walk away. She’d barely gotten three steps towards the bar when a rough and firm hand took hold of her wrist, causing the tray she’d been holding to clatter to the floor and the glasses on it to shatter.
“Listen bitch, I don’t appreciate you ignoring me like that.” The man growled, rising to his feet and pulling her in close to him.
“Ow! Let me go!” Michele pleaded trying to pry her wrist from his grasp. “You’re hurting me!”
“Then be a good little whore and give daddy his sugar.”
“The lady said let go.” The sound of a rough, heated voice drew both people’s attention to the source. A man was standing next to the jukebox, a beer in hand as he changed the song to an old 70′s song. Love Will Keep Us Together by Captain and Tennille.
“Hey pal, this don’t concern you.”
“It does when she obviously doesn’t want anything to do with you.” His gaze shifted to the man, blue eyes staring almost into the man’s core. Michele managed to get a better look at him now, and her heart fluttered. She knew his face, and she knew him.
He was Mick Rory, notorious thief, arsonist, and partner to one Leonard Snart.
“Listen bud, if I want your opinion...” The drunken man said, tightening his grip on Michele’s wrist and drawing a cry of pain from her. “I’ll ask for it. Now beat it!”
“Big mistake...” Mick growled. He drank down the last of his beer before smashing the bottle into the side of the patron’s face, followed by his grabbing a fistful of hair and driving his face into the denim clad surface of his knee.
There was a sickening crunch as the cartilage in his nose broke, but Mick didn’t seem at all phased by it. Michele wasn’t sure what to feel. On the one hand, she should’ve been calling the cops and having Mick arrested. He was a wanted man after all.
On the other, he’d just saved her, and though she knew of his reputation, he didn’t scare her.
“You alright?” Mick asked noticing Michele standing there mouth agape. He glanced down at her wrist and made a note of the bruise already forming there.
“Hm? Yeah... I uh... I think so?” Michele muttered staring at the man on the floor.
“He ain’t dead.” Mick said having read the panic in her eyes. “I ain’t lookin’ to draw attention to myself.”
“I-It’s fine...” Michele said. When she looked up from where she’d been staring, she was surprised to see Mick had closed the distance between them, his hand taking her injured wrist. Instead of being rough or harsh though, he was ginger in his movements.
He pulled it up to his eye level, looking over the bruise and looking rather pissed off.
“I may be a thief, but nobody has the right to hurt a woman.” He growled before looking her in the eye. “You’re gonna wanna ice that. It’s probably sprained.”
“I-I will... Thank you.” Michele said, making no move to pull her hand away from his. “Um... Next drink is on the house. My way of saying thanks.”
Mick smirked at this. His gaze never moved past her lips, something Michele found odd. Most guys either looked her over and mocked her for her weight, or they would make all sorts of lewd comments that had her crying when she would ge home to her little one bedroom flat.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” He said. Michele managed a small smile and motioned for him to join her at the bar, stepping away just so she could slip behind and grab him another beer.
“I haven’t seen you in here before.” She said, reaching into the cooler to pull out a Red Stripe. She’d used her right hand though and winced as soon as the ice made contact with her skin.
“Needed a new watering hole.” Mick said reaching across the counter and grabbing the beer for her. “Stop using that hand.”
“Force of habit... You get roughed up enough, you learn to work through the pain.” Michele said, her tone taking on a hint of depression. She was used to it. After all, she was just the bartender at a dive bar, not like she had any right to turn people down if they chose to push her around.
“That kind of thing happen often?” Mick asked, his tone becoming dangerously calm.
“This kinda place? At least seven, eight times a week. With jobs so hard to find though.” Michele explained using her uninjured hand to wipe the bar down with a dingy towel she’d had on her shoulder. “Can’t just go quitting the job cause a few customers are having a bad day.”
“Bull shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s bull shit. Any guy decides to put hands on you, you have every right to kick his ass.” Mick said with a determined growl. “Especially a woman as beautiful as you.”
And there it was. Michele scoffed to herself, thinking that the only reason he’d saved her was so he could be the “nice guy” that stepped in so he could score with her instead of the other guy.
“So that’s how it is...” She said with a disbelieving tone.
“How what is?”
“I’ve seen guys like you. Always swooping in to be the hero when the damsel needs it just to get a cheap lay out of it.” Michele said dropping the towel onto the bar, her arms crossing over her chest. “Well tell you what, I am not some Truck Stop Floozy.”
“That happen to you a lot? I was just saying you look nice. I wasn’t looking to get you to bed.” Mick said, amused at her reaction to a misunderstanding.
“Sure. Next you’re gonna say ‘Nice guys finish last’ or ‘Why do all the girls like you fall for assholes like him?’, am I right?” Michele asked, trying to ignore her discomfort. Her wrist was starting to hurt like hell, but she didn’t want to give Mick the satisfaction of proving her wrong. A small part of her wanted him to though, even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself.
She’d only ever read fairy tales about love at first sight, or Prince Charming saving the day. And it always happened to beautiful princesses, not people like her.
“I don’t buy into that Nice Guy crap. And I ain’t no hero. Not in the job description.” Mick explained taking a long drink of his beer. “Besides, I like my women a little thicker.”
This caused Michele to flush bright pink in the cheeks, her shoulder length brown curls doing nothing to hide the blush.
“Tell you what, I’m staying at this place for a night or two...” Mick said writing his address down on a napkin and sliding it over to her. “You change your mind, hit me up. It doesn’t have to be a hook up or anything. I just wanna see you again.”
And with that he set his beer bottle down and started for the door. Michele stared at the napkin for a moment, and what she did next anyone who knew her would’ve called her crazy for.
She hurried out from behind the bar, caught up to Mick before he reached the door and took his hand with her left one. As soon as he turned to face her, Michele leaned up and placed her lips against his.
Mick, a little surprised but not unhappy with the situation, wrapped his arms around her middle and stepped forward, backing her up until she was stopped by the bar. THe kiss soon became his domination over her, teeth biting her lips, his tongue entrapping hers, and his hands holding her waist firmly.
When the two finally broke apart, Michele stared up at him, almost as if she were wondering what had just come over her.
“I thought you didn’t want some guy to just get in your pants.” Mick growled, his lips ad stubble brushing against her cheek when leaned in to talk in her ear.
“I-I don’t... I just...” Michele gasped, leaning her head back and allowing him access to her neck which he took full advantage of. “I couldn’t stop myself...Ah!”
“How much do you need this job?”
“You’re driving.” Michele said grabbing her purse from over the bar before taking Mick’s hand and pulling him out into the cool night air.
It was going to be a night neither would ever forget.
By the End of the Day (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines [Request]
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Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight with each other…
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“You’re an ass!”
“And you’re a brat!”
“Still better than being an insufferable ass!”
“Oh shut up! You should be used to it by now, ________!!”
Barry, Cisco and Cait peeked over the edge of the door, eyes wide with terror as they stared at you and Harry. For the past hour, the two of you had been arguing over God knows what and it had escalated to such an extreme scale that ceramic cups and textbooks littered the floor.
Cisco whispered over to Caitlin. “What do you think they’re arguing about?”
“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “But I’ve never seen them fight this much.”
“Same,” Barry agreed.
Normally the two of you were a cute couple - one that understood each other with little communication - but, for some reason, today was just an off day…
You were heated, full of rage.
And while you were significantly shorter than the multiverse physicist, everyone knew you could throw a punch just as hard as the man hovering over you.
By the looks of it, it wouldn’t take much more to reach that level.
Cisco turned to his friends, concerned. “Think we should go and talk to them?”
As if to answer his question, another book sailed through the doorway and nearly face-slammed Cisco.
The mechanical engineer let out a high-pitched ‘eep!’
“Nope! Never mind!!” He threw his hands up in the air and started walking away. “I choose life!”
And with that, he made his way down the hall and began distancing himself from the site. Contradictory to him, Barry and Cait turned their attention back to you and Harry.
You rolled your eyes at the man. “God, why am I even trying? This is so stupid!!”
“I know it’s stupid!” Harry hissed through gritted teeth. “And you’re the one freaking out about it!”
“Don’t point fingers at me!”
“I’ll point my fingers wherever I damn please!”
“Oh, that’s real mature!”
“A lot more than you!”
You smacked your hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Then why don’t you be the bigger person and walk on out of here?!”
“Me walk out of here?!” Steadying himself on a nearby desk, Harry shot a cold, hard glare at you. “This is my room, this is my lab! You walk out of here!”
“You know what?” A surge of anger - so raw that it was momentarily blinding - coursed through your veins. “I will!”
With a sharp grip, you reached for your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Harry scowled.
And while he was clearly out of the way, you went through the trouble of moving forward and slamming your shoulder into his prior to walking past.
Just to be extra.
“You little –!” The multiverse physicist cupped his hand around his mouth. “Don’t you dare show your bratty face in here again!”
You stuck up a very obscene finger in response.
It didn’t take long before you reached the door and rounded the corner, to find Barry and Caitlin standing there in utter silence. Their mouths frequently opened and closed, as if neither of them were sure of what to say; but, after much debate, Barry decided to go first.
He reached for you. “Hey, ________, are you –?”
“Don’t touch me, Allen,” you hissed.
“Got it.”
You stormed past the Team Flash members and worked your way towards the parking lot. Hopefully, by the time you got there, you had an idea where to drive to so that you could cool off.
Similarly, Harry stood hunched over his desk. He was quiet, simmering - thinking over all the events that led up to your pointless fight. As his head cleared and his heart rate lowered, the bitterness inside him started to ebb away and he was left with nothing but remorse.
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It was late.
Probably around 3am.
You quietly made your way down the hall til you reached the last door on the right. Pressing the button on the side, the door panels slid open and you entered.
Bright luminescent light filtered through the room, casting a long shadow that fell across the foot of Harry’s bed. The man was still, unmoving; but, you knew him well enough that he was anything but fast asleep.
Taking a few steps forward, you tossed the bag off to the side and took off your shoes before crawling under the covers. You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled comfortably against his back, the smell of coffee and aftershave filling your senses.
His muscles tensed slightly upon contact.
Still, you continued to bury your face against him.
“…I’m sorry,” you whispered.
There was a moment of silence - pure and awkward - where you just listened to his gentle breathing.
And then…
Harry rolled over and pushed you away.
At first, you thought he was still upset; but, soon, he clambered on top, straddling you on both sides, prior to slamming his soft, warm lips against yours. It had taken you by such surprise, that you were speechless.
Harry, then, took this opportunity to slip his tongue between your slightly parted lips and explored every corner, every crevice you had to offer.
He was hungry, demanding.
Needing every bit of you.
With such eager fingers, he laced his with your hair and tugged. Hard enough to physically manifest his desire, yet gentle enough to entice a soft moan from you.
You were light-headed and easily out of breath; but, that didn’t stop Harry from ravishing you.
It was a good minute or so before he finally broke away and rested his forehead on top of yours.
Through the dimness of the night, you thought you saw a remorseful smile. “I’m sorry too…”
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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: can you pls do a fighty imagines with harry?? one where the oc and him make up and its just pure fluff in the end? thank you!! love your imagines btw :)
Spur of the Moment (Cisco x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request
Imagine:
Cisco starts to distance himself from you and you have no idea why...
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“Hey, Cisco?”
“Mm?”
“Is something on your mind?” You asked.
Walking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against the rooftop railings and stared at him as he gazed out at Central City. And while it was an admittedly beautiful scene, you could tell it was the last thing on his mind.
For a moment, Cisco looked as if he was about to respond; but, for some reason, couldn't. Shaking his head, he averted his gaze and focused back on the view. “I don't know…”
I don't know…? That wasn't a very Cisco-ish answer.
Frowning, you folded your arms and nudged him slightly.
The mechanical engineer glanced at you once more. A look of...well, you weren't exactly sure what...had crossed his face, causing you to worry even more.
He had been like this since Barry and Iris announced their engagement. And for the first time in awhile, Cisco was sincerely happy for the speedster; but, as an unexplained side effect, he started avoiding you.
There were several times when you caught him dazing off, excusing himself from the room, and - though he wouldn't admit it - spending more time with Caitlin than you.
While you understood that the two have been best friends since long before you two met, a part of you couldn't help but feel jealous.
A dark, intrusive thought suddenly entered your mind. Is he…
He couldn't possibly be leaving you for Caitlin, could he?
That wouldn't make sense.
Would it?
You didn't know anymore.
From the moment you met, Cisco told you “I love you” everyday. He always had. Reminded you constantly, and made sure you never forget. At first, it was a little overwhelming; but, after easing yourself into it, you found that it was one of the best things about him.
He had never given you a reason to question his affections for you.
Until today…
God, just thinking about it tore at your insides, an intangible hand reaching deep in your chest and a twisting its contents around. It was a pain you've never felt before.
You bit your lip. “Cisco?”
The slight waver in your tone was enough to raise him out of distraction. He turned to you, his mouth in a slight frown; only to deepen when he saw an unfamiliar glaze wet your eyes. His breath hitched and, almost instantaneously, he pushed off the railings and pulled you close.
Arm wrapped around your waist, Cisco reached up and cupped your cheek. It was the most he'd been physical with you today.
Your breath hitched.
Cisco furrowed his brows. “Hey, babe. What's wrong?”
Your eyes watered even more.
“Nothing,” you lied. “Nothing at all…”
He didn't buy it, of course.
The man could always tell when you were lying to him. Running his thumb over your skin, he stroked your cheek lovingly, tenderly, as he gazed deep into your eyes.
A very serious expression on his face.
“________,” he started, tone low and cautious. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then…” he started. “What’s on your mind?”
Another sick knot formed in your chest. Did you even have the guts to tell him? Wouldn't he just consider you paranoid, clingy?
And then he would have a reason to leave you.
Just the very thought of it broke you.
Before you knew it, fat, blubbering tears spilled onto your cheeks and trailed messy saline streaks across your skin. His face blurred into the dark, star-studded sky; but, even so, you could tell he wasn't all that surprised by your actions.
Rather, he remained calm.
That fact alone bothered you more than it should have.
Gently sliding his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, he laced his fingers into your hair and pulled you close. You buried your face, deep into the crook of his neck and sobbed.
Uncontrollably.
You knew you were upset, worried before coming to meet him; but, the extent of your actions were sincerely surprising to you. You hadn't realized how emotional you really were…
Resting his head atop yours, Cisco continued stroking your hair. “Hey babe,” he whispered sweetly in your ear. “You know I'll never leave you, right?”
His words caught your attention. “You won't?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “‘Course not, Princess. I love you too much to do that.”
An overwhelming sense of confusion clouded your mind and you suddenly found yourself lifting your gaze to meet his. He stared back at you, face completely unwavering.
“If that's true,” you swallowed. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
“Guess that’s my bad, huh?” The mechanical engineer flashed you a lopsided, though apologetic, smile. “Sorry. A lot of stuff’s been going on my mind.”
“Stuff like breaking up with me?”
You felt Cisco freeze. “Break up with you? What do you mean --?”
And then it hit him.
His lack of attention, his sudden absence in your life, when he spent almost all his time with you - it looked like the progression of a breakup.
No wonder you were worried.
His muscles stiffening, his eyes popping wide open, a look of absolute shock crossed his features. “No,” he grabbed your shoulders roughly. “Absolutely not…! It’s like I said, I love you too much, and I could never...I would never - ever - do that to you.”
He tugged you close, his arms with an iron grip. Practically suffocating, but comforting at the same time.
“Don't ever think that,” he muttered, voice shaking. “Please.”
You let out a sniffle. “Then why?”
A momentary silence followed, filling the air between you. So thick, so dense, it almost felt like it was pushing the two of you away.
But Cisco tightened his fingers around your shoulders, an action that brought you back to reality. Through your locks, you peered up at him and stared at his face; but, couldn't quite make out his expression.
It wasn't until he pulled away that you realized he was happy.
Absolutely happy.
And it confused the hell out of you.
He smiled.
“Come here,” he tugged you forward until the two of you reached a nearby bench.
The mechanical engineer took a seat prior to pulling you in his lap. You clumsily fell in it, a lot less grace than you had hoped; but, nevertheless, he didn't seem to care. Instead, Cisco slipped his hand to your back, his thumb rubbing in slow circles.
Your cheeks flared brightly. “What --?”
“I wanna show you something,” your darling boyfriend grinned widely. “For a while now, actually.”
Reaching into his pocket, he fished out his old, weathered-down, Harry Potter-studded wallet. The same one he's always had his entire life.
You tilted your head in confusion.
Before you could ask, Cisco flipped open the wallet, used his free hand to open a zipped compartment and dug out a small object. It was shiny and delicate, gleaming wonderfully under the dim moonlit night. It wasn't until he brought the item closer that you realized what it was.
A ring.
It had a simple silver band with three diamonds on top, the biggest one in the middle. Simple in design yet beautiful in essence.
You started once more. “What--?”
“It's a wedding ring,” he explained, gazing at it rather fondly. “I bought it a year and a month ago, right after I met you.”
Mouth dropping wide open, you frequently switched your attention from the ring to Cisco. “Why would you do that?”
“Because,” he said. “I knew you were the one for me. The only one for me. And that's never gonna change. Hell, I would've fought just about anyone to keep you by my side.”
The idea continued to baffle you. “Why?”
He chuckled, prior to pinching your nose gently. “I just said. I love you, silly boots.”
Okay.
You knew that.
Knew that he loved you so much to tell you everyday and you felt like a complete asshole for ever assuming anything else; but…
This was a ring.
A fucking wedding ring.
If he was ever so serious enough to take that next big step...
You shook your head. “Then why did you ignore me today? Why were you spending all your time with Caitlin?”
God, the jealousy and accusation in your voice was just completely pathetic.
Even so, Cisco didn't seem to mind and smiled. “That’s because, when Barry and Iris announced their engagement, it made me realize something.”
You swallowed. “Realize what?”
“That I want to be like them,” he answered. Lifting a loving hand beside your face, he continued to stroke your hair back as you struggled to keep your tears at bay. “I want to be the one at the altar, waiting for you to walk down that aisle and come to me, so that I can give you my last name.”
You sobbed, but Cisco muffled it with the gentlest kiss you've ever received.
“I felt really strongly about it,” he continued on. “Hell, I wanted to propose on the spot.”
You bit your lip. “Why didn't you?”
“It wasn't the right time,” he shrugged. “It felt like a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Plus, I didn't want to take away anything from Barry and Iris.”
He pressed his lips against yours once more.
“They deserve to have their moment,” he said. “Just like we deserve to have ours.”
Though large, blobby tears kept streaking down your face, you managed to calm the emotional, blubbering side of you. Leaning forward, you nestled against the crook of his neck.
Brushing his hand up and down your back, he finally answered the last question you had on your mind.
“And as for spending time with Cait,” he smiled. “She’s been married before. She gave me a couple good ideas on how to propose.”
Your curiosity piqued. “Like what?”
A loving, adoring smile crossed Cisco’s lips as he shook his head.
“That,” he said, “is a secret you’ll find out one day.”
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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: cisco proposing to reader pls?!?!?! thank you!! love your imagines btw…! <3<3
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Playing Hero (Leonard x Reader) Imagines - Fluff/AU
Imagine:
You saved Leonard from the Oculus explosion, and waited in the Med Bay next to him until he woke up…
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Leonard groaned.
It was a small, nearly indiscernible sound, but you heard it. Loud enough to make you jump in your seat and reach for his hand. Almost instantaneously, his eyes fluttered open and fell in your direction. And once he saw the relief in your eyes, he somehow found the strength to smile.
“Hey, Snowflake…” He said weakly. “You been by me all this time?”
You smiled back. “What kind of girl would I be if I hadn't?”
A slight chuckle came out. “You always were the clingy one.”
“Shut up.”
Though you had just gone through hell for the past eight hours, wondering if your kleptomaniac ass of a boyfriend would ever wake up from the explosion, you couldn't help but smile.
If Leonard was okay enough to make sassy, sarcastic comebacks, then you knew that he would be fine.
But even so…
It pissed you off to a degree that you didn't even understand.
While most girls would've been upset, terrified and worried, you sat by his bedside, seething with pure irritation that he hadn't told you about his plan.
His stupid plan to play hero.
God, it could've killed him.
Out of spite, you reached over and smacked his chest. Not hard, but enough to get him to release a small ‘oof’. He tossed his head back and groaned a bit, before glaring at you.
Daddy’s Home (Leonard x Reader) Imagines - Request
A/N:
Father’s Day Special, June 18
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Imagine:
Leonard comes back home to 2016 and visits you and his son…
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“So, how's Junior?”
“Pretty rowdy,” you grimaced, as the mini-version of Leonard kept wriggling in your arms. “I swear to God, he gets it from you.”
A sweet, yet sarcastic smile splayed across his lips. “I sure hope he does.”
Pushing off the door frame, Leonard made his way across the kitchen floor and easily took his child from you, scooping him against his shoulder in an characteristically charming way. Almost instantaneously, Junior calmed down.
Releasing a much needed sigh, you ran your hand through your hair and crossed your arms. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he smirked.
A few more moments of silence passed, before Junior finally fell asleep for the night. Leonard stroked his tuft of hair tenderly. “Think he’ll join the family business?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You mean, will he grow up to be a kleptomaniac?”
“You make that sound like a bad thing, Snowflake,” he smirked at you teasingly. You rolled your eyes prior to him shaking his head. “But no. I meant, do you think he'll be a cop like you?”
Surprised, you blinked. “Baby Len, a cop?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, keeping his gaze steady on his tiny toddler. “I figured he should at least grow up right. Y’know…”
He gave a half-sure shrug.
“So he doesn't end up like me.”
There was something in his voice - a slight ambivalence - that made you pause and stare at him. Though he avoided your gaze, he knew very well that you were watching.
You started slowly. “Hey, Len…”
“Yeah?” He refused to look away from Junior. “What is it, Snowflake?”
“Is something bugging you?”
There was a good chunk of silence that followed as you waited for his answer. Nothing but the sound of his nearly inaudible, low humming as he ran his hand up and down Junior’s back.
You didn't pressed him though.
Instead, you waited patiently.
Based on past experiences, you knew very well that he was just trying to sort out his thoughts. The man hardly ever took a breath without planning out the next ten beforehand.
Just then, Leonard turned on his heel and started walking towards Junior’s room. You followed him. Pressing his lips to his child’s forehead, he gently set down Junior and covered him with a nearby blanket.
Junior wiggled his nose prior to shifting his form and lying on his side.
Then, the snoring started.
Leonard cast you a look, one that clearly shared his thoughts: Now, he definitely gets that from you…
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Shut up…
Leonard let out a soft chuckle.
“Y’know, I've been thinking,” he whispered so as not to wake up Junior. “As much as I hate my old man, there is one thing he gave me that I’m thankful for.”
You raised an eyebrow, completely caught off guard. Leonard never talked about his feelings, much less his own family; so, the fact that he was suddenly opening up to you - especially this early in the evening - meant that something was bothering him.
A lot.
You tilted your head. “What's that?”
“My sister,” he answered in a definite tone. “Lisa.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
Several fond recollections passed through your mind as you remembered the brunette. While she did give you a hard time during your earlier years in the force, you and Lisa had learned to be decent towards each other.
Friendly, even.
Oblivious to your thoughts, Leonard continued. “If my dad hadn't brought Lisa to my life, I probably would've ended up worse than I already am.”
You tilted your head. “How so?”
“Well, for starters,” the kleptomaniac cast you a humorless look. “Lisa showed me how to care for someone. Showed me how to care for you. If it wasn’t for her, I would’ve followed my dad’s footsteps; beat my wife, and used my children to do the same things he did to me. And that…”
He held up a wagging finger.
“...is the last thing I’d ever want to do.”
A subtle frown settled on the corner of your lips. “Where are you going with this?”
Lifting up a firm, decisive hand, he grabbed your hip and brought you close. Surprised, you threw your hands up and steadied yourself against his chest, completely ignoring how cheesy the pose was.
You looked up at him.
In the dim,evening light, his eyes glittered like ice; though, the man you knew inside was nothing of the like.
You watched him carefully. “Leonard…?”
“Let’s have a baby,” he said decidedly. “Another one to keep Junior company.”
Though you heard the words loud and clear, it still took a moment for you to process his new, life-changing proposal. It was just so sudden,
Like, hell.
The man just got back from his time-travelling escapade a few hours ago, after disappearing from your life for a year.
And now…
Your brows furrowed. “Is that what’s been bothering you?”
The fact that he was afraid his son would grow up to be alone and unloved? That he would turn on his child and somehow force Junior to become a reflection of his darkest part?
It made sense though.
Prior to meeting you, the only love Leonard ever knew came from Lisa.
And he was trying to do everything he could to ensure that proper foundation was set and that there was no chance for Junior to ever stray down an unwanted path.
Leonard’s silence was the only answer you needed.
He stared at you intently, so much that it sent a shiver down your spine. Leaning down, he closed the distance between you until your lips brushed up against his. A handful of butterflies stirred in your stomach and tickled your insides.
God.
It’s just been so long since you’ve been with him. You wanted - no, you yearned - to feel the gentle heat from his body pass on to you.
But is it really the right thing to do? Frankly, you weren’t sure if you were ready to have another baby. It wasn’t just a decision you made in a split second.
You needed time to think.
As per usual, Leonard sensed your hesitation and pulled away - just far enough to observe you under his gaze. Your eyes grew wide, waiting for his response.
He let out a small chuckle.
“Look, ________,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face. “You don’t have to decide now. I get it.”
You pursed your lips. “But…?”
“But,” he repeated, the mischievous smile growing more by the second. “I do plan to have you. Tonight. As my wife.”
Just hearing those words caused desire to pool at your center.
Leonard wound his hand around your head and laced his fingers through your hair. He brought you close and pressed his lips against your forehead, a tender action that practically melted you like butter.
Your skin tingling, your hair standing on end, you were fairly sure he was aware of all that he did to you.
Pulling away once more, he rest his forehead against yours.
“So,” he hummed quietly. “What do you say, Snowflake?”
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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: daddy!snart x reader please?? i’ve been craving that sooo muchhhh <3
Misunderstanding (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines - Request
Imagine:
You've always had a thing for Harry; but, he thinks otherwise…
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“I think that's it…!”
Cisco set down the schematics and stared at it in wonder. For the past five hours, you and Cisco have been working on designing the nitrous grenades you were going to use on Zoom.
You tried and you failed on many levels; but it wasn't until you started making changes to the delivery system that things finally started to work out.
A broad grin broke across Cisco’s lips as he turned to face you.
“Man,” he sighed. “Have I ever told you I love you ?”
“All the time, Buddy,” you teased.
Cisco slid his hand over his chest and winced. A fake declaration of hurt on his face; though, you knew very well from his personality and bad acting, that he was just joking around.
From across the room, Harry looked up from his contraption and stared at the two of you intently.
You flushed.
While the man was much older than you, you had developed sort of a crush on him and it was completely driving you insane. Of course, your bestie Cisco knew about it and semi-judged you for it; but, nevertheless, helped you out.
It was one of the reasons why he stayed so late at S.T.A.R. Labs with you and Harry.
Just like now.
“So,” Cisco said, snapping you out of your daze. “What do you say we go out tonight? Drinks on me.”
“Oh, uh…” the question caught you completely off guard. “Sure?”
The mechanical engineer raised an eyebrow. “You don't sound to sure.”
“Well…”
While it was normal for the two of you to go out after work, you were really hoping to stay behind and possibly, maybe, sorta initiate an actual conversation with your dearly beloved.
Who knows?
He might like talking to you outside of work.
Hearing the slight ambivalence in your tone, Harry stared even harder at you. In a measure to avoid appearing awkward, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.
You looked at Cisco, asking him for help.
Instead of saying something inconspicuous like, “Okay,” or “Maybe another time,” the boy let out a very soft, but very obvious, “Oooh…”
You narrowed your eyes at him. Don't you dare…
Of course, he didn't listen.
He shot you a sly smile. “I see what's going on here…”
“Really?” You asked. “‘Cause I don't.”
“Yes, you do.”
Fingers twitchy, you were so ready to beat the living crap out of him. Metahuman or not. Still, he viewed your actions as an irrelevant threat and made his way over to a nearby desk to grab his wallet.
“He’s one lucky guy, y’know?” Cisco grinned widely. “Almost makes me jealous.”
Your cheeks flared bright red. “Really don't know what you're talking about…”
“Uh-huh.”
Just as you were about to open your mouth and excuse yourself from the overly awkward situation, Harry suddenly stood up, startling both of you.
A deep set scowl on his face, the multiverse physicist made his way towards the two of you and crossed his arms. For some unknown reason, he glared at you intently.
Cisco furrowed his brows. “You alright, Harry?”
He ignored him.
Instead, he focused all his attention on you.
“Y’know, ________,” he said, voice low and stern. “You really should tell Ramon. It isn't fair to just string him along…”
You were confused. String him along? What does he --
Wait.
He doesn't think--?
Beside you, Cisco cast him a mixed look, crossed between annoyance, surprise and flabbergastation. And before you could stop him, he spoke.
“What are you talking about?” He asked Wells. “She doesn't have a crush on me.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Don't be so blind, Ramon.”
“Me blind?” Cisco scoffed. “Dude, she likes you.”
He frowned. “Me?”
“Yes, you.”
There was an awkward pause.
Harry’s mouth slightly fell ajar and the shock on his face was completely genuine. So much so that you couldn't help but lower your head from pure embarrassment.
The pause then prolonged into an abysmal silence that just gnawed at your insides. Your stomach churning, your skin sweating, you refused to look up.
Not that anyone could blame you.
Very few people could stomach the possibility of rejection, and you weren't one of them.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry shut his mouth and swallowed. “Oh…”
Oh? You peeked at him from under your locks. What does he mean, ‘oh?’
Before you could string together your thoughts in proper order and sentence, Harry awkwardly uncrossed his arms and and turned on his heel.
The man walked back to his work desk and sat himself down, completely ignoring the fact that you and Cisco were still there, waiting for a proper reaction.
The two of you stared at him real hard.
But he refused to break.
Reaching over, Cisco slipped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a good pat.
“Come on,” he gently pushed you towards the door. “I think you'll need that drink now.”
You nodded. “Yeah…”
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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: can you please do a imagines where you and cisco are close with each other and harry thinks you like cisco but you really like harry? thank you!! love your imagines btw :P
