slow down joe

Platonically.

Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: Cursing, inappropriate themes

Prompt: “I platonically want to have sex with you—no big deal.”
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“Hey, could you run these up to Barry for me?” Joe, your partner of 5 months asked. You were a transferred detective from Keystone who came to Central City looking for adventure. Boy, did you get one. After accidentally walking in on Barry using his powers you found out he was not only super attractive but also a superhero. You may have a crush on him.

“Yeah, sure.” You take the files and run up the stairs to his lab. You knock on the door frame which draws his attention to you. When he sees you his face lights up as you start to saunter over to him. You hand him the file and he thanks you. You sit on his desk with your feet swinging down. “How’d your date with that one chick go?”

“Fine, I guess.” You squint your eyes skeptically.

“Okay so you called a date fine, then added I guess, indicating it was not fine.” He sighs.

“I just— I mean not to be conceited, I just feel like all she wanted me for was my looks.”

“Ooh. What’d she say to indicate this?”

“Just— she um, she kept on making references to, uh, doing the deed?” You started laughing. You couldn’t help it. Barry Allen was the only man to ever pass up a purely platonic sexual relationship. “What’s so funny?”

“She wanted to bang you dude, you gave that up because she liked the way you looked?”

“Well— when you put it like that.” He huffed and slumped in his chair. “I just wanted something more with her than just… Sex. But clearly that’s all she wanted.”

“You know, you are the only man I have met to pass up sex. I mean there have to be hundreds of girls who want to fuck you cuz your hot and you pass it up because you want a relationship. I just find that hard to believe.” You shrug your shoulders and hop off the desk, fully prepared to go back to work.

“(Y/n).” You turn around as acknowledgment. “Did you just call me hot?” He’s smirking as he says it.

“Mhm. Hell, I’d bang you.” He looked surprised.

“W-what?”

“I platonically want to have sex with you—no big deal.” Then you turned and walked out leaving him confused on what your friendship really was.

***

Five days later, you haven’t talked to Barry. You and Joe got swamped with CCPD work, and Barry with Flash work. Things started to slow down so Joe invited you to dinner with Iris and Barry to thank you for the hard work. Of course you said yes.

You weren’t really worried about seeing Barry after your confession. He could ignore it completely, or he could pick up the subtle-not so subtle- offer.

You walked up the sidewalk to Joe and Barry’s house and rang the doorbell. When the door opened you were greeted by the West daughter, who had seen you less than Barry had.

When you walked in you noticed Barry on the couch chewing nervously on his lip.

“Hey, Iris.” You whispered to the brunette. “What’s up with Sonic?”

“He’s been super nervous ever since this morning. I dunno why though. He won’t budge when I ask.” She shrugs her shoulders and walks to the kitchen to help her dad. You decide to follow.

***

Later, after Barry sets up the table you all sit down and start eating. You, Iris, and Joe make polite conversation, while Barry stays quite and picks at his food.

“Hey Barr. What’s up with you? Why are you so quiet?” Iris asks.

“Huh? N-nothing’s up, I mean it’s not like anything happened— pfft what happened? Nothing.” He’s looking around frantically while talking and then when done he stuffs his face. Iris huffs with annoyance and Joe is on the break of laughing.

“Barry. Why are you acting weird?” Joe asks smiling and chuckling.

“What–I always act weird.”

“Weirder than usual.” You say trying to help. He looks at you and opens his mouth and closes it quickly then goes back to eating his food fast so he didn’t have to talk. “Okay, weirdo. So, Iris, how’s work?”

***

Later on in the dinner, you suddenly feel a hand on your inner thigh. You look at the source of the hand, whom was Barry, quietly eating his food. Acting like he’s not touching dangerously close to your lady parts. You put your hand over his and start to move it a little bit closer but stop when it’s just before your hip. You see him smirk out of the corner of your eye.

***

“Hey Joe, where’s your restroom?” You ask Joe close to the end of the night.

“Upstairs, second door to the right.” You mumble a thank you and stand to go to the restroom.

Once out of the bathroom, you see Barry resting against the opposite wall, resting. You smile then smirk.

“I think you and I both know, that I know the reason you’re acting weird.” He chuckles lightly then pushes himself off the wall, slowly walking over to you looking at you like you’re his prey.

“Oh really? Maybe because you confessed you thought I was hot. Maybe because you said you want to have sex with me. Maybe because ever since I’ve been having dreams about you and me… together. Maybe because all I can think about is you.” He’s now so close to you he’s trapped you between him and the wall. He tilts his head to hover over your lips and then grabs your hips and pulls you close. You put your hands on his arms and close your eyes, waiting. When still nothing happens you nudge his nose with yours. “Or… Maybe it’s something entirely different.” He walks away, leaving you breathless.

***

Later you take all the dishes into the kitchen alone. You start to wash when you hear footsteps.

“You wash, I dry?” Barry asks you innocently.

“No. I’m mad at you.” He smirks smugly and dries the dishes you hand him.

“And whys that?”

“You know exactly why.” He puts down the dishes then looks at you. You’ve already dropped everything and you’re looking at him.

“Maybe because—”

“Don’t start.” You grab a fistful of his shirt and forcefully kiss him. He returns with exactly the same force. You only break away when you hear a loud crash In the doorway.

“WHY ARE ALL MY CHILDREN TRYING TO GET WITH MY PARTNERS?! FIRST WITH IRIS AND EDDIE, THEN YOU AND PATTY, NOW YOU AND (Y/N)! STOP.”

Concussion || Joe Sugg Imagine

“Uh, Y/N?” I hear when I answer my phone.

“What’s happened Casp?” I ask, holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder. My hands continue to work the key into the lock of the door. The shopping in my arms making it hard to do anything.

“I’m assuming you know that Joe pranked me,” Caspar says half-distractedly.

I nod my head and then I realize that he can’t see me, “Yeah, of course, the slip and slide right?”

“Yeah that’s the one,” Caspar lets out a nervous laugh.

“Whats happened?” I ask nerves bubbling in my chest.

“Joehithisheadandwethinkthathe'sgotaconcussion,” Caspar speaks too fast for me to understand.

“Please slow down,”

“Joe hit his head and we think that he’s got a concussion,” Caspar beaches.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” I say hanging up the phone and quickly placing my bags into the apartment and locking the door after myself again.

Racing my way over to the south African’s apartment. I don’t bother to knock and just let myself into the entry.

“Joe?” I call out.

“Y/N? Caspar, you didn’t,” Joe says in a hushed tone, I make my way over to where the voices are coming from.

“Mate, you hit your head really hard.”

My eyes gravitate to the blue eyed brown haired boy laying across the floor with his arms over his chest.

“You’re an actual dickhead,” I sigh, “I can’t even get to you, please bring me your person and a towel.”

Joe groans, “Nope, you’re going to yell at me.”

“Joseph Graham Sugg, get your ass over here,” I say sternly, leaving no room for arguments.

“Fine, I’m coming,” I watch as he gets up off the floor and slides his way over to me.

“For the love of god, please stop sliding around,” Joe stops in front of me and gives me a nervous half smile.

“Hey babe,” He breathes.

“You’re cleaning this up and then you’re coming home with me,” I sigh. I watch as the boys scramble to clean up the mess. Once they’re finished I watch as Joe hides behind Caspar.

“Come on, or you’ll have to walk home,” I threaten.

Joe shyly makes his way over to me and grins at me innocently.

“A concussion huh?” I ask placing my hand in his as we make our way into the carpark and into my car.

“Why’d you have to go and hurt yourself?” I ask.

“I didn’t mean to,” He sighs, “But at least I’ve got my little nurse to look after me.”

I remove my eyes from the road and look over to Joe, “You’re so cute.”

“I don’t think I’m actually concussed.” He says crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well talk about this when we get home,” I say softly, my eyes traveling back to the road in front of me.

Opening the front door for the second time today, I hold it open as an invite for Joe to go inside.

“After you my love,” He says placing his hand on the small of my back.

“Such a gentlemen,” I laugh making my way into the apartment, “You’re just trying to get out of the talk were about to have.”

“But baby, I’m hurt, please can I just have cuddles?” He asks pouting softly.

“Of course my love,” I say pulling him towards me. We embrace each other and stumble our way over to the couch. He sits down and brings me to sit on his lap.

“I love you,” He whispers into my ear softly.

“I love you more,” I whisper back. My fingers travel up his back and into his hair.

“Babe I need to get up, I need to find out if you’re actually concussed,” I pull away from him, but Joe doesn’t let me get up.  I huff.

“Nope, my girl is just going to give me cuddles and kisses.”

“But-,” Joe cuts me off.

“If you get up, I’m getting up, so chose what you would like me to do?”

I place my lips on his and wrap myself around him nuzzling my face into his neck.

“Good decision,” He mumbles.

His arms wrap themselves tighter around my waist. I breathe in his intoxicating scent. His khaki hoodie keeping us both warm as we laze around on our sofa.

“You’re my favorite person you know?” Joe whispers.

“That’s not true,” I mumble eyes closed, head still tucked in his neck.

“It is,” He whispers kissing the top of my head, “You’re my best friend, my girlfriend, you’re my other half Y/N.”

“I love you so much,” I say tilting my head up enough that I can place my lips on his softly.

“You’re my little princess,” He says, eyes locked with mine.

“And you’re my big prince,” I giggle softly.

Think About It ~ Joe Sugg (Requested)

Request:  Hello again! Can i request another Joe Sugg imagine/one shot where the reader is pregnant and she hasn’t told him yet and Zalfie, Caspar and Oli are at the reader and Joe’s house and she bought them all a baby onsie with text  to announce the reader’s pregnancy

Word Count: 1,384

Warning: Cursing? Idk. 

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Couch vs Bed

Y/N rubbed her eyes lightly, the only light in the room was being provided by the TV in front of her, the movie having ended some unknown amount of time. Turning her head, she smiled at the sight.

Joe’s head was tilted, resting on the back of the couch. His mouth was parted slightly, a calm expression on his face as he slept. One arm was wrapped around Y/N, the other rested comfortably on his lap. Slowly, Y/N moved out of Joe’s hold, pushing away the feeling of loss that filled her.

It was nothing…we just fell asleep. She told herself silently.

Reaching over to the table, Y/N picked up her phone, and clicked the button to bring the screen to life. 2:14 AM read the clock. They had been asleep for a little while then.

As she stretched her arms over her head, the noise of a body shuffling ever so slightly reached her ears. As she lowered her arms, she met Joe’s tired eyes.

“Hey.” He said, his voice laced with sleep still. “Did we fall asleep?”

“Yeah, it’s just after two in the morning.” Both of their voices were hushed, despite being the only ones in the house.

“Oh…well,” Joe stopped for a yawn. “I’ll take the couch; you can take my bed.”

“What’s wrong with your guest bed?” She inquired, not wanting to take his bed away from him.

“There’s junk all over it from a video I was filming. Haven’t gotten around to cleaning it yet, and certainly don’t feel like doing it tonight.” Joe explained, a sheepish smile on his lips. He always was bad at cleaning up after his videos.

“Oh…..well I’m not stealing your bed. The couch is fine for me.”

“No Y/N. I won’t let you. I’ll just wait until you are asleep and then move you if I have to.”

Y/N blushed at the idea of her best friend carrying her to bed. She wouldn’t admit out loud that she had dreamt of that, amongst other scenarios with Joe, but hearing him say the words was another thing. Her feelings for him were strong, but she was too shy to act on them, and was scared of losing her best friend if he didn’t feel the same. So instead she kept quiet, and even gave him advice when he went on dates with other girls.

“Or…” Y/N paused, biting her lip, not noticing Joe’s eyes track the motion, “We could just share your bed. I mean, it’s plenty big enough, and we have done it before, and it wouldn’t be awkward, since we’re best friends…and now I’m rambling. Stop laughing Joe!” She swatted his arm lightly and he chuckled at her, used to moments like this from years of friendship.

“That sounds fine to me. Come on, sleeping beauty.” Joe stood, and grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her up from the couch, leading her towards his bedroom.

“Do you want to borrow a shirt or something to sleep in?” He asked, heading towards his closet.

“Yes please.” She replied, sitting on the end of her bed. She felt nervous, when she knew she shouldn’t. Y/N had been in the room quite a bit, even though Joe had only moved in a short while ago. And like she had told him, they had shared a bed before. But for some reason, this time felt different, like there was more pressure behind it.

“I’ll just pop into the bathroom while you change…feel free to yell if I try to come back to soon.” Joe broke her out of her thoughts, holding a shirt in front of her. Y/N smiled up at him as a thanks, reaching to grab the shirt. As he walked into the other room, she realized that it was one of her favourite shirts that he owned.

“I guess telling him I was going to steal it all those times sunk in…” She mumbled to herself softly, stripping down to her underwear quickly before pulling the soft cotton tee over herself. It reached down to her thighs, and would be more than comfortable enough to wear to sleep.

Exhaustion started to kick in as she crawled up the bed, pulling the covers back. Y/N was yawning and tucking herself back in as Joe re-entered the room, wearing only a pair of loose pajama pants.

“Tired?” He asked, turning the light off and climbing into bed beside her.

“A little.” She replied, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, looking over to see Joe lying closely beside her. They both rolled onto their sides, facing each other. He reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair over her ear, his touch leaving a tingling sensation on her skin.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that second movie after all…” His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes gazing into hers, only breaking the gaze on occasion to glance at her lips.

Y/N wetted her lips with her tongue, and she watched Joe’s eyes follow the movement.

“Can I do something that may be incredibly stupid?” He asked, his voice almost seeming loud in the room, but Y/N was sure her heart was beating louder. Unable to form any words, she simply nodded in answer to his question.

It seemed like time slowed down as Joe moved his head closer to hers, his eyes almost questioning her before moving in the last little bit of distance.

Y/N’s eyes closed as his lips connected with hers, and she finally understood what all those books she’d read meant about fireworks. That was exactly how it felt with Joe.

What seemed like too soon, he pulled back, a smile on his lips.

“Maybe not too stupid then.”

“Not at all.”

“I like you, Y/N. Really like you.”

“Well that’s good, since I really like you too.”

He moved closer and pecked her on the lips, just once.

“As much as I’d love to do that over and over again, it will have to wait until the morning.” Joe said, rubbing his thumb along her cheek.

“Why…” Her voice came out in a soft whine, she didn’t want to stop kissing him, not when she had waited for so long.

“Because you are so tired love, that your eyes are closing as I speak.”

“No they aren’t.” Y/N attempted to mumble, as sleep started to drag her down.

Y/N fell asleep to the sound of Joe’s laughter and his arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.

How Much Did You Miss Me? || Joe

Masterpost found here

Word count - 877

Summary - The one where Joe can’t wait.

SMUT WARNING

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You and Joe had been apart for nearly three weeks now. You had gone to America with some friends on holiday and had only just returned two days ago. While you were in America, you filmed a few videos and wanted to get one of them uploaded that night. Joe, however, had other plans.

You were sitting on the bed with your laptop, wearing only a pair of underwear and one of Joe’s shirts. Joe walked in wearing joggers and a t shirt and hopped into bed next to you. He tried to close your laptop, but you held your hand out to prevent it from shutting. “I have to finish this,” you said. “It’s nearly 8:00 and it already should’ve been up by 7:00.”

“They can wait a little longer,” Joe said, shifting so that he was closer to you. “C’mon babe, you’ve been gone for three weeks. I’ve barely survived.” He was kissing your neck now, and while it made your heart flutter, you had to stay focused.

“We had sexy Skype time about three times while I was away,” you teased. “And I’m sure you got yourself off just fine without my help.”

“It’s not the same,” Joe groaned. “You know it’s not the same.” He was leaning closer to your ear now, his breath tickling your skin. “You can’t tell me you haven’t missed feeling me inside of you.” A shiver went down your spin but you shook Joe off.

“Seriously, I have to finish this,” you said. “You can wait a little longer.”

“Fine,” Joe huffed, kicking the sheets off of himself. “I’ll take care of myself.”

“Joe,” you whined. “Can’t you just wait?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he sighed dramatically. “You take your time. I can handle it.”

As badly as you wanted to cave, you held your ground. You continued to edit your video, trying your very best to ignore Joe. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t stop sending sideways glances in his direction. His t shirt and joggers were on the floor now and he was in his boxers. You weren’t sure if he was trying to tease you or himself, but he was palming himself over his pants. He was biting his lip and his head was tilted slightly back. It didn’t take long for him to kick off his boxers and expose himself completely. You went back to focusing on the computer, pressing your thighs together and trying your best to ignore the urge to pounce.

Joe was right. You had been extremely sexually frustrated while away in America. Skype sex and your imagination could only help you so much. The second Joe let out a soft groan, you caved. You put your laptop on the bedside table and rolled over, pressing your lips against Joe’s. You could feel him smile, knowing that he got what he wanted. Straddling his lap, you rubbed yourself against his member, the only thing separating the two of you being your panties. That didn’t last very long though, as Joe soon pushed you onto your back and pulled your panties down your legs.

Joe didn’t even bother to slip your shirt off your body, as he always said seeing you in his clothes was a turn on anyway. Besides, he was in much too big of a hurry to wait any longer. “You’re already so fucking wet,” Joe groaned, rubbing his fingers along your folds. “How much did you miss me?”

“So much, Joe,” you said, gripping the sheets in your fists. “I could only do so much, but my fingers aren’t as big as yours.” At that, Joe eased his middle finger into you, causing you to let out a small gasp of relief. Joe only pumped his finger in you for a few seconds before he pulled it out and pressed a strong kiss to your lips.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said. You didn’t have a chance to react in the slightest, as Joe was already pounding into you. You let out a loud moan and gripped Joe’s shoulders, raking your nails across his skin. You could feel Joe leaving a mark against your neck as he continued to thrust into you. “How much did you miss me?” he asked again, slowing down slightly.

“Joe please,” you groaned. “Faster.”

“How, much, did, you, miss, me?” he said, thrusting harder into you with each word.

“So much Joe!” you yelled. “So much! God, I’m so close.”

“Me too, babe.”

With a few more thrusts, you reached your high. Joe only took a few seconds longer before he finished as well. He pulled out of you and laid beside you, pulling you close to him. “Fuck,” he breathed out, placing soft kisses to your neck. “I really did miss you.”

You smiled, “I missed you too, babe.”

“Do you want to go back to editing?”

You looked at your laptop which had fallen asleep on the bedside table. Then, you turned to look at Joe who was watching you with loving eyes. “I just want to lay with you,” you said quietly. “You think it’ll be okay if I upload tomorrow?” Joe smiled a heartfelt smile and placed a kiss to your cheek.

“I think it’ll be just fine.”

Distraction - 4 (Harris Reader)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by theblackwook


“Christmas time is here…Happiness and cheer…Fun for all that children call, their special time of year…”

Cisco smiled listening to you sing, “You really like Christmas don’t you?”

“I do.” You smiled at him, “I get to see my entire family this week.”

“You’re not taking Dr. Wells with you?” It had been a couple months and everyone knew you two had been seeing each other.

You looked at Cisco, “I talked to him about it and we both agreed that we aren’t there yet, and that’s okay. I mean I know this time of year is hard for him anyways, but I have something planned.”

“Oooooh really.” He nodded smirking, “I’m assuming he’s going to like it?”

“Well Cisco, a lady never reveals her secrets, but I hope so.” You winked at him, “Speaking of Wells, I want to go see him before I take off.”

You walked over to Cisco wrapping your arms around him tightly, “Merry Christmas, Cisco.”

He smiled when you left a peck on his cheek, “Merry Christmas, Y/N, have a safe trip!”

You practically skipped down the hall toward the cortex. You stopped when you heard raise voices, “Dr. Wells come on!”

“Barry, it’s reckless and you shouldn’t be just running head first.”

“You’re the one who’s always telling me to get faster!”

“Not at the cost of your life! Barry…Barry!!” A swoosh ran past you. You waited a few beats before walking inside.

Wells was sitting there rubbing his eyes his glasses hanging off loosely in one hand. You smiled a little walking up behind him, “Finally talked to Barry, huh?”

He sighed feeling the tension in his shoulders subside as your hands started to rub them, “Yes…I assume you heard.”

“The last bit, yeah.” You told him, “You’re not wrong to worry about him. He does make some pretty rash emotional decisions, but I think he’s more capable then you give him credit for.”

“I know…” He nodded putting a hand on yours. He smiled as you moved in front of him, “Are you excited for your trip?”

“Yes. It has been a whole year since I saw my family. Talking on the phone just isn’t enough sometimes.” You told him eyes twinkling.

He smiled and reached into his pocket, “I got you something.”

“We said no gifts.” Your eyes narrowed on him as he pulled out a thin long box.

“I would be a pretty awful boyfriend if I didn’t buy you a gift for Christmas.” He told you handing you the box.

You sighed pulling at the ribbon wrapped around it neatly. It popped open with a click, a beautiful necklace sat inside. Not diamonds like you thought it would be. It was a pendant with a tree impression on it and simple gold chain, behind it was a piece of paper.

“You said you wanted leave something behind that grows…while I know you’ll leave behind great achievements in the engineering community that will continue to inspire people for generations…” He told you as you looked at the paper, “I had a tree planted for you in Central City Park. Your life shouldn’t be just machinery.”

You smiled tearing up a little reading what the plaque would say ‘May these shady arms embrace you, and allow you to let your imagination soar.’

He looked up at you, “I hope you like it.”

“It’s wonderful.” You looked at him, “I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything.”

“You have given me so much these last couple months, more than I ever anticipated feeling.” He took your hand in his, “Having you is all I need.”

You smiled glancing back behind you before you sat down in this lap. He smiled at you as you kissed him, “I wish you would come with me.”

He sighed, “I can’t…leave right now…”

“I know…” You leaned your head on his shoulder, “Still…I wanted spend Christmas with you.”

“Family is important and you should be with them.” He kissed your forehead, getting a flashback of the obit.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” You told him, “I wish I could spend a little more time with you, but my plane takes off in a couple of hours.”

“I know…” His sighed and then smiled, “You’re not getting up.”

You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him, “You’re hard to walk away from. Lingering is my best option right now.”

“What if I promise to have dinner made for you upon your home coming and we cannot watch that movie again.” He spoke into your temple his eyes holding devious glimmer.

“For a movie we don’t like, we watch it a lot.” You tilted your head and kissed his Adams apple.

Shivers raced through his shoulders, “I like the activities we do during that movie…”

“Well I think you’ve convinced me to come home, but you haven’t given me a reason to leave.” He looked down at you in his arms. You were such a bright light in his life. He didn’t want to you go visit your family, but he didn’t want you to miss the opportunity to see them one last time.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep you from your family. What message does it send when I won’t let you go home?” He smirked, “I want to make a good impression eventually.”

“Eventually…” You smiled sitting, “That…is a good word.”

When you kissed him this time he knew you would be leaving. He held you in place longer knowing this week would be difficult. Seeing you every day at work was a pleasure, having a date a couple times a weeks was even better. He sighed letting you go, “I going to miss that.”

“Me too.” You told him getting up, “I’ll see you in a week. Please try to have a good Christmas and don’t worry…Barry will come back understanding…”

He smiled watching his heart walk away. It was going to be a long week.

The texting between you two was constant unless one of you told other something was up. That’s when you decided to spring your plan into action. Your parents understood your reasoning to want to go back. Even your father said you’d been so much happier since Harrison came into your life.

You got off the plane and texted Barry to see if he could give you a lift. When you didn’t get an answer you grabbed a cab to the lab. You frowned seeing lots of police cars.

You ran inside and saw Cisco and Caitlin looking at the monitors, “What’s going on?”

They looked back at you and Cisco rattled off quickly, “Uh…man in a yellow suit…caught him, he killed Barry’s mom.”

“What?” You looked at the screen and saw everyone, “You finished the cage…”

“Yeah…” They all fell silent and watched as Joe and Wells stood in front of the man in the cage.

“Somethings, wrong…” Cisco muttered, “Dr. Wells…something’s wrong, the containment is fluctuating.”

You didn’t hesitate when you heard the word ‘fluctuating’. You ran to the stairs running down them. If you could get there in time maybe you could fix it.

You busted through the door in time to see Harrison getting beaten inside the cage, “No!”

Everything slowed down. Gun fire…Joe broke the machine you worked so hard on…the yellow blur raced around the room. You braced yourself to be thrown, and felt the impact against your back. You down for a minute or two. You looked up seeing the cops on the ground groaning, “Harrison…”

When everything sped up you scrambled over to Wells, “Harrison! You’re going to be okay…”

He looked up at you squinting through the blood, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You took his hand tearing up, “I…came home to surprise you. Good thing I did…apparently you guys get in trouble when I’m gone.”

He laughed and then groaned squeezing your hand, “…Ow…”

“Just hold still…once everything cools off…we’ll get you help…” Your one hand went to the side of his face, “I can’t lose you.”

He stared up at you as Joe and another officer came over to help him into his chair. Once upstairs they helped him onto the bed in and the crew came inside.

After a moment of chaos, everyone fell into their usual positions. You stood off to the side as Caitlin worked on Harrison. Cisco came in with a tablet and started spouting off how he had no idea how it failed.

You smiled when Harrison reassured him that it was no one’s fault, “What you should be apologizing for is not letting me know Ronnie was alive.”

Surprise rippled over your features, “Wait…what? Ronnie’s alive?”

Caitlin looked over at you then back to Dr. Wells, “I…told Cisco not to say anything…”

This day just kept getting better…You took a deep breath letting Caitlin and Cisco finish. They walked out of the room and he looked over at you.

“Merry Christmas…” You whispered to him.

He sighed, “I’m sure you had something nice planned too…”

You pushed off the wall and walked over to him, “Yeah, I did…but now, I’m just happy you’re okay.”

“Y/N, I’ll be okay. I have the best surrounding me.” He took your hands in his when you were close enough.

“I just…I got so scared…” You teared up looking at his hands, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

He knew that feeling. Every day that thought it might be the last time he’d see you, “Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled sniffing back the tears, “Yeah…so I’m thinking I take care of you tonight.”

He smiled and looked away, “That…sounds great. I just need to finish something here and…”

“Harrison..” He looked back to you. You had an expression that’d you’d never used on him before. Serious, stern, and not willing to back down.

“It will take me an hour…” He told you, “I just…I want to see if I can help Barry with this guy. I know he’s not going to back down from him. This isn’t going to be easy for him.”

“Then let me help.” You brought his chair over as he started to push himself up.

“…” He frowned sighing, “I’m sorry…Y/N…I don’t think you’re going to understand, but I need to be alone for minute…”

You stared at him for a moment as he got himself into the chair, “Of course…you’re right I’m not going to understand…but okay.”

He looked up at you frowning, “I’ll come by once I’m finished…is that okay?”

“Mmmhmmm.” You nodded and leaned down giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Please take care of yourself.”

He smiled watching you go. It was the same feeling as earlier in the week, but this time he didn’t know if his heart was going to come back to him.

Joe Sugg imagine || Knock Knock Part 7 ||

- Joe Sugg : Knock Knock.

- Joe Sugg : Knock Knock Part II.  

- Joe Sugg : Knock Knock Part III

- Joe Sugg : Knock Knock Part IV  

- Joe Sugg :  Knock Knock Part V.  

- Joe Sugg : Knock Knock Part VI.

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“Yeah, uhm… Oli just asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.” You explained in a lower voice, seeing Joe’s face falling from excited to confused to hurt. “Why?” He whispered looking from you to Oli and back, Oli just looked awkward and kind of looked back to his computer leaving it to you. “People move on Joe… I guess, I figured you had moved on with Jamie.” You admitted honestly, biting the inside of your cheek.

“But, I left Jamie… I was coming to make things right… I mean, I love you.” His voice cracked and your heart ached a lot harder than it danced when Oli was near you. “Joe.” You felt speechless unsure of the right words to say to him. He shook his head at you slowly. 

“No. It’s fine, I get it. I lost my chance. You’d still be mine if I hadn’t cheated on you. I shouldn’t have expected you to wait around forever.” He nodded and some of his hair fell into his eyes.

 “Sorry I barged in.” He turned, “Congratulations Oli, you’ve caught yourself one of the most amazing people in the world, whose perfect in every way, treat her right.” He whispered, sniffed to keep some tears from falling.

He left the living room and his foot steps went down the short hallway and out the front door the door closing behind him.

Letting out a slow breath your fingers were in your hair looking from where Joe stood to Oli who had looked up again, he looked in thought and sombre. “Go after him.” He finally looked up. “What?” You asked.

“Joe, go after Joe.” He nodded, “but Oli?” You asked confused still, unsure.

“He loves you… And you still love him, even if you keep trying to push it down and move on… You do.” It was like he was inside of your mind. “But, Oli – us.” You gestured between the two of you and he shook his head. “It’s fine. We weren’t ready for this – we’re definitely designed to be friends. It’s okay – (Y/N) go.” He urged with a hand gesture motioning for you to go.

“Are you sure?” You felt conflicted. Your heart telling you to run after Joe, your mind telling you to stay with Oli.

“I want you to be happy, you’ll be happy with Joe. That’s all I want for you.” He stood up. “You’re not going to be as happy as you could be with me. So please, just go.” He had a sad smile but his eyes were understanding. 

“Thank you, Oli.” You whispered, standing on your tip toes, you kissed his cheek before you ran as fast as you could in your flip flops down the hallway and out your front door leaving it wide open, you almost tripped going down your flats stairs. 

Looking both directions the sidewalks of your neighbourhood was empty. “JOE!” You called running one direction up the street looking around rushed. You turned a corner and lend over catching your breath. You glanced up seeing a blue and black plaid jacket you knew very well about a kilometre ahead of you, “JOE!” You called again, feeling like your lungs were going to give in as you started running again, you ditched your flip flops that were slowing you down.

Joe had stopped walking but hadn’t turned to look at you as you caught up, “how do you move to quick?!” You exhaled and inhaled quickly, taking note you were drastically out of shape. “Why do you care?” He asked, turning to look at you finally.

“Because… Because, I love you, you stupid bastard, come here!” You almost attacked him as you jumped him and wrapped your arms around him tightly, he had caught you so you didn’t fall on your ass. “But?” He looked lost but a small smile was on his lips. “Oli?” He asked.

You shook your head, “don’t worry about it. Oh my God I’ve missed you so much. So fucking much.” You moved your hands to his face as you felt him holding you, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You lent in and kissed him deeply. 

Pulling away he looked at you. “I forgive you and you forgive me?” You asked him, nervously, your heart racing. “Forgive you for what?” He asked. “For believing I could ever love someone as much as I love you.” You whispered and he nodded. “I forgive you, but you did nothing wrong, baby.” He carefully placed you down and the concrete of the sidewalk was cold on your bare feet. “It’s my fault all of this happened.” He took your hands into his holding them close. “I love you.” He smiled, pulling you in for another kiss…


The end. :D