#Hr Wells

[iamnoodnood]

found this prompt and decided to spend the entire day working on it

this 2nd version is the real one

ONLY AARAVOS

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Multiple versions of Harrison Wells joined the team over the years. Some Wells' stayed for a single season while others stuck around a little longer and one who wasn't a Wells at all. But which of these Wells do you like best?

Other Wells Poll Here

[calf-artist]

Blorbovember Day 5: Dead

A blast from the past! And yes I am still sad about him!

[marvelsgirl616]

HANDS!!!!

[khayrrilrainxwells]

@harrywells_being_hot😏

[purplecyborgnewt]

[atommadly]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | H.R Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Sex, soft smut, worship

Masterlist

H.R. Wells isn’t like the other versions of himself. He’s not the genius scientist or the gruff tactical mastermind. He’s the oddball, the dreamer, the one with big ideas but none of the technical know-how to bring them to life. And the team? They don’t always see his worth. Their comments cut deeper than they realize—quips about his lack of usefulness or how he doesn’t measure up to the "real" Wells. They think he brushes it off, that his cheery grin is impenetrable, but you see the cracks.

You see the way his smile falters when he thinks no one’s looking. The way he hesitates to speak up in meetings, fearing that whatever he says will just be dismissed. He pretends it doesn’t matter, but you know it does. You know how much he just wants to belong, to be seen, to be valued. And tonight, you’re determined to remind him that he matters.

It’s why you’ve got him exactly where you want him, sprawled beneath you, his breath hitching as you ride him with purpose. Every roll of your hips, every press of your lips against his skin, is deliberate—a reminder that in this moment, he’s your entire world.

He throws his head back with a broken groan, his hands gripping your hips as if you’re the only thing grounding him to this reality. Your lips trail wet, burning kisses across his neck, his chest, anywhere you can reach. He gasps when you nip at his jaw, and you feel his body shudder beneath yours.

“H.R.,” you whisper against his ear, your voice low and soft but laced with so much conviction, “you’re everything to me.”

His eyes snap open, glassy and filled with something raw and vulnerable. You know no one’s ever said anything like that to him before—not like this. He stammers, trying to respond, but you cut him off by grinding down harder, your walls contracting around him in a way that makes him lose all sense of composure.

The sounds he makes are a mix of desperation and awe, and you can feel the tension melting from his body. He’s not thinking about what the team said, or how he feels like a fraud. Right now, all he knows is you—your body, your touch, your words.

“You’re enough,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth. “More than enough.”

And the way he clings to you, the way his fingers tighten on your skin as he moves with you, tells you that he’s finally starting to believe it. For once, H.R. Wells isn’t trying to prove himself or fit into someone else’s mold. In this moment, he’s just himself—messy, loud, passionate—and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

[sarawritestories]

You Have an Ending

H.R. Wells x Fem Curvy Reader (platonic)

A/N: Read the whole story. I have left a surprise at the end. Story is inspired by real-life interaction. With a note to my fellow writers!

Summary: Reader goes to a book sigining for H.R. and gets an opportunity to share how inspiring his work is

Content Warning: Wholesome interaction, slight awkwardness, inspired by a real conversation revealed at the end

Tags: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007 @achromaticerebus @hunterharrisonsavitar

Standing in line with her two best friends, Y//N was electric with nerves. She had been operating on adrenaline throughout the day. When her friend told her who would be at the Writers convention. H.R. Wells, an author she had loved since he made his debut.

His rich storytelling, of crime fighting, falling in love, and the idea of family being more than blood was the perfect formula for Y/N to become a fan. It was around her 3rd reread of his debut novel that a story began formulating in her own head.

What started out as a small romance story turned into a 3 book series and characters, and suddenly, Y/N began to write and plot.

So waiting in line waiting to meet the man that was the source inspiration and having the opportunity to thank him for that was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. In a flash, she was at the front of the line where a kind older woman gave her a warm smile. "Do you want one book or the box set? And would you like it personalized?"

She smiled and picked up the debut novel, "Just the one is fine," Y/N responded, butterflies twirling in her stomach.

"I thought you wanted the box set?" Y/N's best friend retorted.

Y/N shrugged, "I changed my mind, not a big deal."

The lady at the counter shrugged the friendly grin, never leaving her lips, "He does something special with the boxset." She leans in as the trio leans in as well."He will open the boxset, sign every book, and sign the box 5 times.

Y/N's two best friends both gave her a knowing look, and with a sheepish smile, she replied, "Anyway, I can switch it out?" The woman nodded and swapped out the books, and in a brief moment, her eyes met with the infamous baby blues of H.R. Wells.

The woman whispered in his ear, and he smiled a genuine big grin and held out his hand, "Y/N, it's lovely to meet you." Y/N takes his hand and shakes it. Looking at the box set, he continues, "Did you know this is my favorite to sign? Want to guess why?"

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he smiled at her, "Could it be that you sign it five times."

He grabs his marker with dramatic flair, "You are absolutely correct."

As he begins signing the books, Y/N takes a deep breath. "I am a huge fan of your work, and if it wasn't for you and your amazing depiction of characters. I may not have been so inspired to start writing my own novel."

The author paused and looked back into her eyes, his face unreadable for a brief moment, causing the nerves to ricochet in her body. Only to be melted away but a warm large grin forming and his eyes twinkling. "Thank you, That is the highest compliement." He pushes the box set towards me. "How far along are you in the process?" The enthusiasm radiating off him.

Y/N scratched the back of her neck, "Bare bones, really. A rough first draft with only brief scenes."

H.R. waved his hand, "That's alright."

Y/N continued, "I do have the ending, though."

He smiled again, pressing a hand over his heart, and Y/N was truly enamored with him and with even more enthusiasm, "You have an ending!"

Y/N nodded and feeding off his electric energy, "I have an ending."

H.R. walked around the table and gave her a tight embrace, as she took in the cedar scent of his cologne and the lingering scent of coffee. "I look forward to reading your story one day." He whispered in her ear, and Y/N nearly swooned.

The pair separated and H.R. grabbed her books and handed them to her. "Bye, Y/N."

Y/N smiled and waved as she left her heart full and inspiration to write coursing through her veins.

A/N: Fin! I HOPE you liked this. As promised, this was based on my interaction of meeting Tom Cavanagh, just told in a more suitable world for H.R. though i added the hug because our java loving author would 100% hug an aspiring author. I am writing a story that was wholey inspired by SnoWells, and just being able to share that with Tom was special, and I wanted to share. Along with this:

To all my fellow writers. KEEP GOING! I'M CHEERING YOU ON ❤️

XoXo Sara

[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

Who Punched a Hole in the Wall?!

Team Flash x fem!teen!reader

Summary: You and Team Flash went to a bar and came home really late at night. The next morning, you all find a hole in the wall. To find out who did it, you all lined up in a line to put your fits in the hole to figure out who did it.

Based On: This video

The morning after you, Barry, Iris, Joe, Wally, Cisco, Caitlin, HR and Harry went to a bar, you'll find a hole in the wall. So, in order to figure out who punched the wall. You all got into a line to lineup your fists to see whose would fit the hole. HR was the first to try, but it wasn't him, so he got out his phone to film this moment to keep it as a memory. Cisco went first.

HR: Um, nope, that's not gonna work.

Then it was Caitlin.

HR: Nope.

Barry.

HR: Absolutely not, no.

Joe.

HR: No.

Harry.

HR: Your hand is literally the same as mine! No way in hell does that work!

Wally.

HR: Maybe, maybe.

Iris.

HR: Nope that's not i-, uh, could be.

And finally, it was now your turn.

HR: That. Yep. That's the one. We found the culprit! *laughing*

Even though everyone was laughing, you were laughing the loudest due to the fact that there was a story behind the hole in the wall.

Cisco: How!?

You: I was angry, so I punched the wall.

There was a moment of awkward silence before everyone broke out into laughter.

Barry: What the hell?!

This was one moment no one would ever forget.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, menstruation

I smiled as HR came back into the room. He was carefully balancing a tray of snacks and hot cocoa. The only thing that would make it even cuter was if he was sticking his tongue out in concentration. HR slowly slid the tray onto the table and smiled brightly at me.

“and success.” He laughed. I playfully rolled my eyes at him before reaching out for him. “So blanket fort. Snacks. Drinks. You, my dear, just have to pick a movie to watch.” HR looked at me expectantly.

”I don’t know.” I shrugged. “What is a good Christmas movie that exists on both our earths?” HR tapped his chin in thought. “Home alone? Christmas vacation? Christmas with the kranks? Uh year without a Santa Claus?” I listed off. HR shook his head to each one.

“what the fuck is year without a Santa Claus?” He asked. I giggled as I shifted, the giggle quickly turning into a soft groan as I was reminded of the pain ripping through my abdomen.

“it’s a classic Christmas special. Stop motion. It’s cute. Let’s watch it.” I said. “I think you’ll enjoy it. I love it personally.” HR nodded before he went to put on the movie. Crawling back into the fort, he gently grabbed the tray. “Wait!” I grabbed the cups of cocoa before letting him pull the tray towards us.

“good call.” He said, nodding as he accepted the cup from my hands. Leaning back on one arm, HR looked at me as I got the movie ready to play. “How often does this happen to you?” I hummed as I got to the main menu. “Your period the week of Christmas. How often?” I paused in thought.

“not often. I mean once or twice I’ve had it on Christmas. But honestly it hasn’t been that bad.” I shrugged. “I mean yeah it’s painful and horrible and I barely want to get out of bed. But the sugar and presents and being with the ones I love almost always make it better.” HR hummed before taking a drink. I laughed as he set his cup next to him.

“what?” He asked, smiling softly at me as I laughed at him.

“you have some…” I motioned to my lip and HR furrowed his eyebrows at me. “Whipped cream on your…” HR blinked at me before smiling again. “I’ll get it.” Grabbing a napkin, I wiped off the whipped cream mustache. “There. Besides, I quite like you clean shaven.” HR chuckled as he shook his head.

“Why thank you.” He said, moving closer and wrapping his arm around me. “Now. Show me what happens when Santa takes a year off.” I leaned into him with a smile and pressed play.

“gladly.” I said. “Be warned. I will sing along.” HR chuckled before pressing a kiss to my head.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” He said, foot already bouncing to the beat of the music.

[retrogarden]

Listen y’all Barry is adorable and beautiful but Harrison Wells is uh 👀

+ HR is a gem <3

[emerald-hobbit]

Safehouse

Summary:

Joe West's door was always open to Team Flash. It was an unspoken policy that was just fact at this point. Even when Barry had moved out or Wally had moved in, the offer still stood. When Cecile had moved in it had never been discussed, but they both wordlessly agreed that day or night whatever the reason, they’d accept any of the team. The only unspoken rule came with the introduction of Jenna: don’t wake the damn baby.

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Or 5 times the Team Flash kids turned up on Joe's doorstep.

Whumptober Day 17 - Nowhere Else to Go

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Team Flash started out small and grew over time. But which line up of the team did you like best?

[kent-farm]

—Mon-El, The Flash, “Duet”

[marvelsgirl616]

DILFS 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

[khayrrilrainxwells]

Bug Bite

HR Wells X Reader X Harry Wells

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tags: @eonash @gaminggirlsstuff