#Tom cavanagh imagine

[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.

[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

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The Color Enigma

Harry Wells X Reader

A/N: Hello everyone,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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

[adriellej]

Damn this is hot! 😱

Rough Around the Edges - (Harry Wells x reader)

A/N: Inspired by a conversation the infamous ‘Wells Trash Trio’ had that I couldn’t help but write! What a good way to see in the new year and my 200 follower mark! :P I do hope you enjoy :D

Summary: Harry neglects to shave for a little while which leaves him with some scruff. He realises that you love it which leads to some action in the workshop… (NSFW)

Warning: Smut (Honestly can’t quite believe I wrote this… it is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written!) 

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[pinguwrites]

Ok sorry the old post got deleted but basically the premise

1) I made the new Lolita au Russian bot

2) I’m in love with Tom cavanagh and especially his portrayal of eowells in season one of cw the flash. I’ve been in love with eowells since I was like ten and I’ve always wanted to write about him because his character impacted my life in ways I can’t imagine

[emin-folly]

A commission of Sherloque Wells for the absolutely darling @stewolf7 ~!! My first time drawing Tom Cavanagh  and it certainly was a challenge, I’m really not used to drawing real peoples so I struggled a lot lol Unlike fictional characters, whose looks are based on imagination and can be tweaked and adapted to artstyles, real people have specific features and traits where if you don’t get them right or close enough, they won’t look like themselves Overall, not entirely sure how to feel about it but I suppose it’s not too terrible

[amaclucky13]

Christmas Special Countdown - Day Eighteen

Snow is a highlight because of the different take on Santa and the actor himself!

Day Eighteen We’re in the thick of my childhood now! I love this movie. Fun fact, it’s also the first movie I ever saw Tom Cavanagh in! I’ve followed his career since! Snow was a wonderful take on how weird someone would be if they were truly raised in the isolation of the North Pole with only reindeer to talk to. Like, imagine that for a moment. No elves. Just mom, dad, and a bunch of…

[shrinkthisviolet]

1, 5, 8, & 15

1. Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

When it comes to general trends, I tend to pull from Star Wars and Ace Attorney (mostly the themes for the latter, not so much storylines). Mostly because that’s just the media that sticks with me the most. Even from LOTR sometimes, although it’s been a while since I’ve seen those movies. In terms of specifics:

To write Morgan & Jesse, I pull from Parent Trap, specifically Hallie and Annie’s dynamic! Which is hardly a secret, given that the two sets of twins share a birthday 😅 granted, Morgan & Jesse DO get along at first until the Zoom thing happens, but…honestly, I think they’d rub each other the wrong way regardless. Meeting your doppelgänger from another Earth doesn’t come without ~some~ insecurity…

To write Barry & Morgan, I draw…well aside from my own experiences (with my dad mostly, as I am the oldest sibling), I draw from other brother-sister relationships that I love! Especially from Justin & Alex in WOWP (the movies specifically—I know in the show they tend to have a bunch of ups and downs, and Barry & Morgan are a bit more steady aside from their rough patch in s1…and in s3). Also, as weird as it sounds, from Zuko & Izumi a little bit too 😅 at least regarding the protectiveness aspect, not so much the father-daughter aspect (Barry isn't Morgan's dad, he's her older brother, even if those two positions sometimes overlap in some situations...even if Barry at times feels like he's doing things for Morgan as her brother that Eowells ought to have done as her father).

Also, I haven’t written s3 yet, but I’m gonna draw quite a bit from Star Wars 👀 not gonna say how or why, because that’ll give too much away, but you’ll know it when you read it.

For Lucy & Astra, I pull from female friendships I've seen in multiple places...Astra even has a little Mara Jade in her with her quick wit and sarcasm.

(Also ofc for some storylines in my Morgan AU, I’m pulling from the comics, but like. Ofc I am, that’s the source material even beyond the show, and as we get more and more divergent, it's a nice way to validate myself and the changes I'll be making 😅 because some of them are gonna be major)

5. Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

I’ve answered here, but here’s another:

In Chapter 10 of i still love you (i promise), I incorporated that bit about how when Eowells takes off his glasses, he's speaking with complete honesty, or something close to it (a Tom Cavanagh quote if I'm not mistaken):

“Yes, well…when I was growing up, that is what I was taught.” He sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how much of what I was taught is really true. But…I suppose I can’t help it. Right or wrong…I can’t bring myself to regret anything I do for you.” He lifted his steely gaze to meet hers, and…maybe it was her imagination, but he seemed to be challenging her. It was almost…almost as though he knew— No. He couldn’t. He hadn’t come to see Ronnie and Stein off—there was no way he knew— “Anyway,” he interrupted, “I’ve taken too much of your time, I fear. Remind me when your acceptances are coming in?”

He's speaking with an intense honesty here, essentially saying he doesn't regret what he did (people caught that latter part, but him taking off the glasses is me accentuating that “hey, he really, really means it”)...and also hinting that he knows about something else. Something that Morgan clocks but tries to deny (and continues to deny, otherwise she would've brought it up to Barry and Iris at the end). Hmm but what could that possibly be?

8. Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

So I’ve read that Iris was apparently supposed to be a criminal psychologist in the original pilot of the Flash? And now I need a fic of that so badly (preferably with Westallen endgame, but Westhawne would be sweet too). Whether she ends up a reporter by the end or not, doesn’t matter—I just wanna see Iris using a loophole (“you said I couldn’t be a cop, you never said I couldn’t be a criminal psychologist”) to work in the CCPD, and her and Barry teaming up for cases.

Could even be a great way to show how she and Barry approach things differently — have them on the same case, and Barry is very logical/clinical while Iris is more empathetic/big-picture.

Ooh and Iris figuring out Barry’s secret because “Barry. What kind of idiot do you take me for. I work right alongside you, we’ve worked cases together—do you honestly think I wouldn’t notice when your habits changed, when you ducked out of work, when you ducked out of meetings with me?”

AND and Iris figuring out Eowells’s secret that way too, because she knows how criminals think and Eowells is fitting that profile very well as time goes on. Barry won’t hear of it. They argue, day in and day out—that’s what their tension throughout the season is about, not Barry and Joe lying to Iris.

Iris & Joe teaming up to investigate Eowells too 👀 as Joe has come to see Iris as a professional equal much earlier and now treats her as such

Like!! The potential!! I don’t know enough about criminal psychology to write this (and I don’t have the brainspace to devote to researching it fully) but I’d be so down to read a fic like this.

15. Is there any genre, trope, or style that you find particularly challenging to write? Do you enjoy the challenge or prefer to avoid it?

Misunderstandings, simply because of how much I usually dislike the trope 😅 it can be useful if done properly…but it’s not always done properly. Sometimes it’s a very basic misunderstanding that has no reason to stretch on for as long as it does, because it would really take one conversation that only plot contrivance is preventing.

To some degree, I felt like I was falling a little into that trap by the end of i still love you (i promise) and that was a challenge (a welcome one, though) 😅 to most, Barry probably appears very stupid, much like the version of the trope I despise. Which is fair! But hopefully when I finish his POV fic, it’ll become a little more clear what he’s thinking. In any case, it’s definitely a learning experience for me as a writer, and that’s always a welcome thing.

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[themovieblogonline]

What The Flash Movie Forgot To Do

We're diving into the highly anticipated movie, "The Flash," starring Ezra Miller as Barry Allen/The Flash, Michael Keaton as Batman, and Sasha Calle as Supergirl. Now, this movie is loosely based on the iconic Flashpoint comic, it’s out and it’s not exactly lighting the theater on fire as we’ve been led to believe it would. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH0urTXGfjM I LOVE the Flash. I love the character, the comics, and I love the Flashpoint story that this is all based on. This movie tries to adapt that storyline into a satisfying film but it has some key differences that I think are essential to the story. Let's get into it! Some of you may have seen my video a few years ago where I broke down, at the time, what I thought the Flash movie would be about. I was correct on some things and wrong on others but what I couldn't predict is that the movie would be missing so many of the key things about The Flashpoint storyline that absolutely make the story a classic. Let’s start from the beginning.  Barry Allen's Characterization Alright, folks, let's start with the heart of the film—the characterization of Barry Allen. In this adaptation, we see a neurotic, jittery, and yes, clumsy Barry Allen. While it brings a certain comedic touch to the character, it deviates from other portrayals we've seen in various media. In those versions, Barry is depicted as a more serious and confident individual.  So, I'm curious, what's your take on this new quirky Barry? Drop a comment below and let's discuss whether you prefer this lighthearted approach or the more serious side of the Scarlet Speedster. We’ve seen Barry adapted into live-action on the popular CW television series as well as a string of animated films featuring the character and while these versions are occasionally shown to be a bit clumsy it’s nowhere near the degree to which we see Barry depicted in the live-action films. It’s also important as it highlights the egregiousness of his actions when he shockingly decides to go against his typical responsible behavior and decides to travel back in time to save the life of his mother. Barry in other media is shown to be a character who is defined by his trauma, which makes him such a good character to bond with Bruce Wayne Batman, but channels it differently as a positive motivation for his adventures as The Flash. I can go on and on about this but let’s put that on pause for now and revisit this later.  The Reverse Flash Attention, Flash fans! Brace yourselves. The movie completely disregards the Reverse Flash as a proper antagonist, which is mind-boggling considering how integral he is to the Flashpoint storyline. Now I’m gonna need my Flash CW fans to stand up. The television show adaptation of "Flashpoint" masterfully incorporated the Reverse Flash as a central antagonist. The Reverse Flash, brilliantly portrayed by Tom Cavanagh, played a pivotal role in Barry's journey. He manipulated time, orchestrated Barry's life's misery, and became the embodiment of his pain and torment. Can you imagine the impact this complex villain could have had in the movie? I want to hear your thoughts. Comment below and let's unleash our ideas on how the Reverse Flash could have been incorporated into "The Flash" film. Anyone who has seen Season 1 of The Flash knows that it was one of the best, if not THE BEST depiction of the character in live-action history.  In the TV show, we witness the epic and heart-wrenching journey of young Barry Allen and watch as he’s groomed into becoming a better hero by none other than his arch-nemesis The Reverse Flash himself who is masquerading as a mentor for the character Harrison Wells.  Now real quick for those who aren’t familiar with the character: The Reverse Flash is a time traveler named Eobard Thawne from the 25th century who at one time idolized The Flash as he learned about Barry’s adventures in the future. He found a way to replicate the Flash’s powers while studying Barry’s origin and went on to become the 24th-century version of the hero. This all came to an end at some point when he began hating his former hero and taking on the identity of The Reverse Flash.  We later learn that the Reverse Flash learns to harness his abilities even better than Barry. Eobard learns not only to travel back in time but he also seems to have a much better understanding of the butterfly effect of making changes to the past and its impact on the present and future. Eobard uses this knowledge to make Barry’s life a living hell. We see this in a few different adaptations of the character Eobard uses his ability to travel back in time to actually become responsible for all the misery in Barry's life. He’s like a supervillain on steroids and tortures Barry all throughout his life. Not only is Eobard the person responsible for the death of Barry’s mother and the framing of his father but he takes it a step further and follows Barry throughout his childhood manipulating time so Barry’s childhood friends are erased from history by making their parents never meet, causing Barry to lack emotional confidence by sabotaging his childhood activities so that he also loses, heck he even took it to a whole new level of petty by actually being the boogeyman that used to haunt Barry as the monster under his bed.  The pettiness and weight of this character add depth to Barry's character development and give him an antagonist that is the personification of the pain and misery of Barry’s developmental stages of his life. "The Flash" movie fails to provide any indication of the Reverse Flash's involvement, leaving fans without a compelling and impactful antagonist. The Wayne Family Let's talk emotional depth, my friends. In the comic and animated adaptations, Flashpoint delves into the profound story of Thomas Wayne taking on the mantle of Batman after losing his son, Bruce. This tragic yet inspiring subplot showcases a grieving father's determination to protect his son's memory and make a difference. Sadly, "The Flash" movie opted to focus on the return of Michael Keaton's Bruce Wayne, bypassing the opportunity to explore this powerful relationship. Share your thoughts in the comments.  In the comic and in the animated movie we see the supporting plot with Thomas Wayne taking on the mantle of Batman after experiencing the devastating loss of his son, Bruce. This shift not only gives us a different Dark Knight but also explores the depths of a grieving father's determination to protect his son's memory and make a difference. This story reflects Barry’s mission to save his mother and gives us another look at the powerful relationship between parents and their children. Both the comic and the animated movie showcases Thomas Wayne's journey and his willingness to sacrifice everything in his universe to save the life of his son. This choice adds complexity and support to the relationship between Thomas Wayne and Barry Allen that we don’t see in The Flash movie. This powerful subplot is instead traded for the nostalgic return of Michael Keaton's Bruce Wayne, which, while exciting, somewhat diminishes the impact of Batman's character. Personally, I would have loved to see Michael Keaton take on the role of an older Thomas Wayne and embody a new version of Batman. This could have given the movie a unique and fresh perspective, while still paying homage to the original source material. The comic's portrayal of an older, battle-hardened Thomas Wayne as Batman captivated readers and showcased a different side of the Dark Knight. It's a missed opportunity that the movie didn't seize upon this narrative possibility, which could have added depth and intrigue to the overall story. The CW Television Show Now, let's compare notes with the CW television show adaptation of "Flashpoint." which doesn’t feature Batman at all.  The small screen beautifully captured Barry Allen's emotional journey, especially with the inclusion of the Reverse Flash's manipulation. The CW show took more time to establish Flashpoint very early in the series by showing us the night that Barry’s mother dies very early and hints at the sets up existence of The Reverse Flash from the very beginning. Not only that but we see Barry in his civilian life as a forensic scientist for the Central City Police Dept. The movie includes this but doesn’t focus on this to the same extent as the show. We see Barry consistently make an effort to prove the innocence of his father who is imprisoned as the only suspect for his wife’s murder. What’s also important about this is the fact the show intertwined The Reverse Flash into Barry’s journey to become a hero. The Reverse Flash’s reveal as his friend and mentor Harrison Wells makes the emotional impact of the death of his mother even more impactful as it feels like the ultimate betrayal to our hero. The movie attempts to address this aspect of Barry's journey but the CW television show in my opinion really handles this storyline better.  Final Thoughts There you have it, movie fans. "The Flash" movie, while enjoyable, falls short of capturing the true essence of the Flashpoint story. The quirky characterization of Barry Allen, the absence of the Reverse Flash as a compelling villain, and the missed opportunity to delve into the Wayne family's emotional journey are some of the key elements that left fans yearning for more. But enough from me—what do you think? What's missing from "The Flash" movie that could have made it a masterpiece? I need you to let me know your thoughts in the comments section I know I didn't even go into how the movie doesn't include Aquaman or Wonder Woman in as significant a way as the comic and animated movie even though both characters and actors were still appearing in DCEU movies and were seemingly available for use but were omitted anyway. But that’s the broad strokes of what I think the Flash movie is missing. Read the full article

[marvelsgirl616]

Professor Wells :)

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𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Tom Cavanagh x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Bit sad at the beginning but happy ending

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴?

Masterlist

The phone call was nothing like the one you had imagined. It was supposed to be full of excited chatter about Tom finally being home for Christmas, the two of you wrapping presents, drinking hot cocoa, and snuggling up on the couch to watch cheesy holiday movies. You had been counting down the days since he had left for the shoot, your heart both heavy with missing him and full of excitement to have him back.

But now, as the clock struck six on Christmas Eve, you stood in your cozy kitchen, mixing flour and sugar for the cookies you were going to bake. The tree lights blinked brightly in the corner of the room, and you had just finished hanging the final ornament on the tree. The place was perfect for a Christmas celebration. It was everything you had planned for weeks, everything you had envisioned. And yet, as the phone in your pocket buzzed, the reality you’d hoped for quickly slipped through your fingers.

You pulled the phone out of your pocket, expecting to see Tom’s name on the screen. The moment you saw it, your heart skipped a beat. You smiled for a moment, taking a deep breath as you answered the call.

"Hey, baby!"

you said, your voice brimming with excitement, the anticipation of hearing him after days of only texts and short, late-night video calls.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Tom’s voice came through, slightly strained, with an apologetic tone that made your chest tighten.

"Hey, Y/N…"

"Tom?" Your heart dropped slightly. The way he said your name didn’t sound like the joyous greeting you’d been hoping for. "What’s wrong?"

There was another pause, longer this time, and you felt a pang of unease. Then, finally, he spoke again, his voice quiet and careful.

"I’m so sorry, baby," he started, his words falling on you like a heavy weight. "Something came up at the shoot, and it’s running way later than expected. The director wants to get everything perfect for the season finale, and they had to reschedule some scenes."

You felt a lump in your throat form, and your smile faltered. "So… you’re not coming home?"

Tom sighed, and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice, as though the weight of disappointment was just as heavy on him as it was on you. "I’m afraid not," he admitted. "The shoot got delayed, and now there’s a snowstorm hitting the east coast. All the flights are grounded. I can’t get a flight back tonight. I—"

You tried to swallow your disappointment, but it was hard to hide the sadness that crept into your voice. "So, you’re telling me you’re not coming back for Christmas? Not even tomorrow?"

"I know, I know," Tom responded quickly, his tone full of regret. "I was supposed to be there with you, and I’ve been counting down the days. But right now, all I can do is wait out the storm, and I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to leave. I wish I had better news."

The words stung, and you felt the anger bubbling inside you, even though it wasn’t his fault. It was the circumstances, the weather, everything beyond his control, but it didn’t make the pain of being alone for Christmas any easier. You had tried so hard to create the perfect holiday for the two of you, and now it felt like it was all slipping away, out of your reach.

You bit your lip, struggling to keep your emotions in check. "I just... I don’t know what to say, Tom. I thought we were going to have Christmas together."

There was a long silence before he spoke again, his voice softer now, filled with the kind of vulnerability that always melted your heart. "I feel the same way. I’m so sorry, Y/N. If there was anything I could do—"

You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes stinging. "It’s not your fault. But I was really looking forward to spending Christmas with you. I wanted us to be together."

"I wanted that too," he replied. "More than anything."

You could tell he wanted to say something more, but you could hear the frustration in his voice, too—he hated disappointing you. And it hurt, not just for you, but for him as well. You felt the distance between you stretch, a chasm that was formed by more than just miles or time zones—it was the holiday spirit that had been shattered.

But even as you stood there in your kitchen, the festive glow from the tree casting long shadows across the floor, you couldn’t stay mad at him. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He had wanted to come home just as much as you wanted him there.

"I love you, Y/N," Tom’s voice was quiet, filled with regret. "I promise, I’m going to get home to you as soon as I can. And when I do, I’m going to make it up to you. I’m going to make this Christmas right."

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too, Tom."

You ended the call a few moments later, the silence in the room almost unbearable. Your tears fell quietly, unable to stop themselves as you stared at the Christmas tree, the one you had decorated for the both of you.

Hours passed in a blur, the clock ticking steadily forward, but your heart remained heavy. The snowstorm raged outside your window, the wind howling against the glass. You were sitting on the couch now, a blanket wrapped tightly around you, the only sound in the house the quiet crackle of the fireplace. The empty side of the couch where Tom should have been was a glaring reminder of the plans you’d made.

You stared at your phone, wondering if Tom had found a way to get a flight out or if the storm had eased up. But nothing. You didn’t know what you were hoping for. He couldn’t get there, not unless something miraculous happened.

And then—just as you were about to get lost in your thoughts again—the doorbell rang.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you thought you were imagining things. But no, the sound came again, louder this time, persistent and unmistakable. You scrambled to your feet, your heart racing in your chest.

Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anyone. You checked the clock—11:45 PM. Christmas Eve.

With a rush of hope and confusion, you hurried to the door, your hands trembling as you reached for the doorknob. You hesitated for a moment before flinging the door open.

There, standing on your doorstep, was Tom.

He stood in the cold, his coat dusted with snow, his hair slightly windswept, his face illuminated by the warm light spilling from inside the house. He was smiling, but there was something in his eyes—relief, exhaustion, and, above all, love.

"Tom?" you whispered, your voice cracking. "How… how are you here?"

"I wasn’t going to let a snowstorm stop me from being with you," he said with a grin, his voice warm and familiar. "I promised I’d get here, and I did. You and I—this Christmas? It was always going to happen, Y/N. No matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were different. You pulled him inside, wrapping your arms around him tightly, not caring about the cold or the snow. All that mattered was that he was finally home.

Tom held you close, his arms strong around you, and you felt your heart finally settle. You pulled away just slightly to look at him, your voice full of emotion. "How did you do it? The flights were grounded."

He smiled and shrugged, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let’s just say I pulled a few strings, bribed a few people, and used some creative thinking."

You laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. It wasn’t perfect, but this Christmas was more than you could have hoped for.

"We’ll make up for lost time," Tom promised, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "This Christmas—together—it’s ours."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was right. The snowstorm outside no longer mattered. The disappointment, the frustration, all of it faded away in that moment.

Because Tom Cavanagh was home, and Christmas was finally perfect.

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Bug Bite

HR Wells X Reader X Harry Wells

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Midnight Pleasure

pairing(s): harry wells x reader

a/n: it’s taken me so long to finally sit down and be able to focus enough to write again, it’s been months since i last posted. i’ve been spending all my time with a kitten i rescued, so writing just kinda slipped away from me for a little bit. now this one's for me but i promise that i will get to my requests as soon as i can. thank you my loves <3

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According to the team, you and Harry didn’t get along very well. You two always throwing snide comments at each other, you sometimes egging him on when he’s throwing things about the cortex, him doing every little thing he can to annoy you. It was getting to the point where it had started to affect the other team members

One night you and Harry were having one of your little tuffs when Cisco finally had enough “you know the sexual tension between the two of you is giving me a headache” he grabbed a piece of licorice from beside his computer and stuck it in his mouth as he got up “i’m just gonna go home and watch princess bride on repeat, you guys have fun”

“Cis- ugh” you watched him walk out of the cortex and sighed at the fact that he had just left you alone with harry. “See what you did” he said from his spot in front of the clear board. You scoffed and put down the ipad you were holding “What I did? What about what you did? If you didn’t yell all time-“ he cut you off, capping the marker he was holding “Maybe I wouldn’t have to yell all the time if you would stop being a brat and just listen to me!”

You unconsciously stepped closer to him, feeling your anger rise “I’m not a little servant you can just command whenever you feel like it” you spit out “You can’t just bark orders and expect me to be like ‘yes sir’ “ you batted your eyelashes as part of your little skit “ ‘whatever you want sir’ ‘anything for you sir’ “

You dropped your act “that’s not how the world works Harry, this may be a bit shocking but it doesn’t actually revolve around you” both of you were breathing heavily at this point, you blinked and realised that you were quite closer to the man in front of you than you thought. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound filling the silence was the rapid breathing coming from the two of you.

“You wanna say that again, y/n?” He finally spoke, his voice noticeably deeper this time. “Go ahead, tell me that this isn’t some stupid little act to hide how you really feel about me” He took a step forward and you took one back

“You think i don’t notice how every time i get even a little bit closer to you that i can practically hear the way your heart just pounds, hmm? maybe that’s why you act like such a brat all the time, you don’t want me to know just how excited i make you” your back hit the wall, as you looked up at him with wide eyes

“Because i know you drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n” he was inches away from you now, his breath fanning across your face. “And it’s taking everything in me not to rip your goddamn clothes off and take you in the middle of this cortex. Right here. Right now” his hands were on either side of you on the wall, caging you in as his eyes searched your face. Your breathing was even faster now as you and Harry stared at each other, neither one wanting to make a move for fear of the moment ending.

Harry was standing so close to you now, that you could feel his bulge pressing against your hip. You shifted under his intense gaze and could feel his hips slightly bucking into yours at the friction. “Feel that sweetheart? Hmm? See what you do to me?” He spoke in a low tone. Harry shifted and wedged his knee between your thighs, pressing it deliciously against your clit and you gasped as he started to slightly rub against you.

“That feel good, y/n?” Your mind went slightly foggy, at seeing you weren’t able to conjure up a response Harry pressed harder. Your hands gripped his sides bringing his body closer to yours “Harry” you breathed. The man pulled back from where he had rested his forehead against yours “I need to know that you want this” he said as his knee stopped, but he didn’t pull away. “What?” You panted just wanting him to keep touching you, anywhere, everywhere.

“I need you, to tell me that you want this, y/n. If I don’t hear a yes from those pretty little lips, i’m not gonna touch you anymore” your lips parted “Yes” you quickly answered “Please Harry, I want this. I want you” you swore you saw a flash of a smile across his face before he captured your lips in his. Harry’s kiss was rough and passionate and it left you wanting more and more as he kissed down to your neck.

His hands slowly slid down your sides and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, teasing you. “You want it sweetheart?” He mumbled against your neck as your hands gripped his arms. “Harry please” you whimpered. At that Harry slowly slipped his hand down, pressing his hand against your wet pussy and groaning at the feeling.

“Look at that baby, you’re soaked already and I’ve barely touched you” he pressed a kiss to your jaw “I can only imagine how fucking good you’re gonna taste” He wrapped a strong arm around you pulling you flush against him as he started to rub your clit with his fingers.

You tilted your head back against the wall and let out a groan at the relief that the friction was giving you. You could hear the wet sounds coming from in between the two of you as Harry worked his fingers and it only made a new wave of arousal wash over you.

“More” you gasped out, bunching up Harry’s shirt in your fist “More what sweetheart? Use your words” his signature smirk spread over his face. “I just” you cut yourself off with a moan “want your tongue” you finally got out as Harry’s smirk spread even wider “Good girl”

The brunette sunk down to his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses and setting them on the floor beside him. He trailed his hands down your sides before sliding your pants down your legs and tossing them behind him. “Fuck you’re soaked” he groaned as he saw the growing wet spot on your underwear. He ran his thumb over the spot, making you gasp at the sensitivity before he pressed his lips against your clothed clit.

He moved the material to the side, licking a stripe up your clit. Your hand grasped a handful of his hair at the sensation, desperately wanting more. Harry pressed a kiss to the spot before finally pulling your underwear down your legs and throwing the garment behind him too. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and gently moved your legs apart, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before tilting his head and sucking on your clit.

Your hand once again fell to his hair as his mouth licked and sucked on the current most sensitive part of your body. He hummed against you and your hand tightened pulling him closer to you if it was even possible at that point. “I knew you would taste good, I just didn’t know it would be this good” he mumbled, half pulling back to speak “really?” You panted

He gave a particularly hard suck on your clit before answering “Baby, I’m addicted” at that sentence another wave of heat and a weird sense of pride shot through your body. You started to feel your orgasm approaching and your breathing quickened, Harry could see it too. He looked up at you through his lashes and moaned at the sight above him, your face was flushed, beautiful chest heaving, your head was thrown back against the wall in pleasure and your lips were slightly parted as pants and moans poured out.

Harry swore he could just cum at the mere sight of it as he closed his eyes and worked faster, helping you reach your climax. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” He said from below you. Your hand clenched and unclenched in his hair at the thought of cumming on his tongue “Yes, please Harry, god I wanna cum” you rushed out feeling it draw closer and closer.

Harry slipped a finger inside pumping it in and out before adding another, the wet sounds getting even louder now. At the feeling of Harry’s fingers combined with his tongue, your core tightened the pleasure this man was giving you pulsating throughout your body. As you teetered on the edge of your orgasm Harry pulled back to watch you come undone, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s it y/n, let go for me, you can do it baby” he encouraged as you let out a loud moan, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. “Fuck” Harry whispered under his breath as he felt your cum gushing over his fingers, curling them to make your climax all that more pleasurable. As you finished, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over your pussy, licking up all of your release.

When he was done he pulled away and you watched as he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly got to his feet, both of you slightly panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “That was” you panted “I know” he said as he swallowed. A few moments of silence passed before he added “So, still hate me?” “Shut up” you playfully said as you put your other shoe on. You grabbed your coat, shutting everything off before grabbing Harry’s hand “Where are we going?”

“Well, did you want me to return the favor or not?” You cheekily replied as you pulled him into the elevator “Oh I like where this is going” he smiled as he pressed you into the wall, planting a kiss on your lips as you laughed.

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I huffed into the Cortex and plopped down in the seat next to Cisco. He spared me a glance before quietly getting up and leaving. I ran my hands through my hair and let my head hang while tugging on it. I didn’t notice the scientist that was staring at me with a small smile on his face. I bit my lip to keep my tears at bay. It had been a tough day at work and I didn’t want to burden anyone in Team Flash with the troubles I had seen. The noise of wheels on the floor brought me out of my self-induced trance. I squeezed my eyes shut before taking a big shaky breath. A hand on my back drew my attention to the man who had sat down next to me. 

“You alright (Y/L/N)?” Harry asked. I shook my head and he stood up with open arms. I stayed seated and pressed my forehead to his stomach while wrapping my arms around his hips. He chuckled as his arms fell onto my upper back. One hand played with my hair and the other rubbed small circles between my shoulder blades. It was quiet for a while before he spoke again. “Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was low and soothing. I sighed as I moved closer to him and held him tighter. 

“Just a long day at work surrounded by idiots.” I mumbled out against him. Harry chuckled and pushed me away gently so he could see my face. 

“Aren’t you always?” He teased. I rolled my eyes and he finally noticed how red they were. “It was worse today wasn’t it?” I nodded again before he pulled me tightly against him. We stayed that way for about ten minutes before Harry pulled away. 

“Hey.” I mumbled weakly as I went to grab his belt loops. Harry danced just out of my reach and smiled down at me. 

“You trust me right?” He asked, a ghost of a smile playing on his face. I nodded and Harry stepped closer before swooping me up into his arms. 

“HARRY!” I exclaimed. He laughed as he helped me settle in his arms before leaving the Cortex. He took me into his workspace that also led into his living quarters. Why he had never taken me up on the offer to crash in my guest room stumped me. Harry set me down on the bed that was in the room just off the main room. I could still see him as he moved towards the board. I could see his smile as he rolled it over to me. “What are we doing?” I asked as I tucked my legs under me. 

“I’m going to draw something and we are going to throw things at it.” Harry said as he focused on his drawing. I laughed as I shifted my weight so I was more comfortable.

“What are you drawing?” I asked as Harry focused. He shushed me and I moved to lay down on his bed. “Wake me when you are done. I’m exhausted.” I yawned which drew Harry’s attention to me. His smile grew softer as he watched me quickly fall asleep. I gripped his pillow as the world fell away. I missed Harry taking off his glasses and smiling at me while covering me with his blanket. 

“I’m just going to let you sleep.” He whispered. “You need it. More than you know.” Harry leaned down to kiss my head before going back to the board and erasing the drawing he had made. Equations soon replaced it and Harry would look back at me sleeping in his bed when he would start to get frustrated. I slept through the Meta Alert and only woke up when Cisco burst into the room. 

“(Y/N)! There you are! Come quick!” Cisco yelled as he shook me awake. I groggily pushed him away before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” I slurred out, my mind still foggy with sleep.

“It’s Harry! He got hurt!” Cisco was practically pulling me out of the bed at this point. When I heard that Harry was hurt, I woke up quickly and ran out of the room with Cisco hot on my trail. I skidded to a halt when I reached the medical ward. Harry looked up at me from the bed where Caitlin was patching up his shoulder. Neither noticed me until Caitlin turned and saw me. 

“He’s going to be ok. Just a flesh wound.” I smiled at her reference before focusing on Harry. He was wearing a black tank top and I couldn’t help the blush that crept up on my cheeks. It was so rare to see him without his typical several layers of black. The room started to clear out by the time I found the courage to move to his side. Harry looked up at me with a slight longing. I swallowed before meeting his eyes again. 

“Hi.” I said as I sat down on the bed next to his legs. I started playing with the blanket out of nerves. 

“Hi.” He said. Harry’s hand closed over mine before he spoke again. “You heard Caitlin. I’m going to be just fine. Just a scratch.” I giggled as he smiled at me. 

“A scratch? Your arm’s off!” I faked a British accent which made Harry laugh. 

“Tis but a flesh wound.” Harry responded, making me laugh harder. “I’ve had worse.” His eyes met mine again. “Seriously (Y/N). I’m fine.” I nodded and he interlocked our fingers.

“What happened?” I asked quietly. “Must have been a while since I slept through most of it.” Harry shook his head. 

“It wasn’t that long. A Meta got into the Labs. Came right down to where we were and I….well….” Harry trailed off and looked away. I stood up before I gently turned his head back to me before squeezing his hand. 

“You what?” I asked. Harry blushed and fixed me with the same look he had when I had entered the room. 

“I defended you. The Meta was after you. Something about your powers. I don’t know. I didn’t really pay much attention to it.” Harry admitted. I cupped his cheek and smiled down at him. He pressed against my palm before kissing my wrist. 

“Thank you.” I whispered before leaning down and showing him my thanks in a kiss.