#harrison wells

[rosescxrner]

This seems to be one of my biggest hear me out's, because no one I know irl supports me, but I know tumblr will have my back

HEAR ME OUT

[moralityandmusings]

DP x DC: Crossover with (CW) The Flash

Danny wasn't sure whose idea it was to go to Central City for the launch of the new S.T.A.R. Labs particle accelerator, but he was not going to complain about not having to worry about ghost attacks for a couple of days. Since it was just his class going, Jazz was in charge of monitoring for ghost activity and preventing his parents from causing too much property damage or physical injuries. Danny, Tucker, and Sam followed their class as they exited the bus in front of S.T.A.R. Labs main building where a tour guide was set to meet them and show them around the labs and give them an special look at the particle accelerator before it was set to turn on that night. Danny was practically vibrating with excitement at the opportunity to dig into the engineering and construction behind the accelerator and ask the scientists in charge of building it questions. Sam and Tucker could really care less, but they entertained all of Danny's ramblings with minimal complaint because they were glad to see their friend truly enjoying himself without the looming threat of a ghost attack. Danny would have said the tour was going fantastic up to this point. He'd asked his questions, seen the accelerator tunnel up close, and even got to look at some other projects S.T.A.R. Labs was working on as they toured some of the laboratory spaces. Then, Dr. Harrison Wells stepped into the room, and Danny felt something in his gut drop. The man was a genius, the mastermind behind some of S.T.A.R. Labs latest and greatest scientific achievements. But something about the smile he had cast towards the tour group as he greeted them and introduced himself just didn't feel right to Danny. He knew it wasn't something ghost-related. He would have sensed another ghost nearby. But he felt something nudging the back of his memory, like a word on the tip of his tongue he just could not quite grasp. The tour finished without issue, and the class went outside to join the crowd waiting for the particle accelerator to turn on. Danny kept feeling that gut instinct that something was going to go wrong. And then, it exploded.

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Ten months later Danny's phone dinged with a video sent by Tucker. The video, titled "Central City's Flash: Who is He?", showed a red blur rush past the cameras into a burning building and a lightning speed evacuate what appeared to be the entire building. It was only a couple months after that when Clockwork warned Danny that something was messing with the timelines and requested he go to Central City to investigate how to stop the breaches from occuring. Much to Danny's suprise when he is floating invisibly through the remainder and partially rebuilt buildings of S.T.A.R. Labs, he sees Dr. Harrison Wells enter a secret room via a panel in a hallway wall. Danny, curious, follows him into the room and is shocked to discover that Dr. Wells is moonlighting as who the public knows as Reverse-Flash. Danny is even more surprised when Dr. Wells turns around and looks directly at him before saying: "I was wondering when exactly you would show up."

[leekiings]

have no idea if i like this but it was just a study and i just wanted to draw tom cavanagh (but harry wells specifically) so. yeah lol

[faramirsonofgondor]

I’m still thinking about Hartley Rathaway and how he dedicated years of his life and career to building that particle accelerator. I’m thinking about how the only “good” relationship he had with anyone as an adult was with EoWells, because his parents had disowned him and he was kind of dick but EoWells encouraged that and isolated him from the rest of his coworkers (calling him “his guy”, spending too much time together, playing chess, etc. - not to mention the fact that Hartley clearly knew where he lived and whatnot when Cisco, Caitlin and Barry had never even gone in there). Thinking about how EoWells groomed him to the point where Hartley had placed his trust in him solely, and so when that trust was broken, nobody believed Hartley. Because the only person Hartley had was EoWells. Thinking about how when Hartley tried to the right thing anyway - it didn’t work. The accelerator “malfunctioned” and his life, his DNA, and his body were all changed because of it. And so were hundreds of other people’s. Not to mention the fact that other people died because of it. No good deed goes unpunished. Thinking about how he was right about EoWells all along, and he never found out everything. Thinking about how he must’ve felt hearing the man he once he cared for so deeply, the man who hurt him, the man who had already betrayed him, had confessed to a murder that happened years before he ever knew him. Thinking about what kind of life he must’ve had in the S1 timeline. He’s such a fascinating character, I really wish we got more of him in the earlier seasons.

[raccoonkeevan]

for fans of the supervillain version of the social network

[atommadly]

It’s no secret that The Flash fandom isn’t as active as it used to be. The show has ended, and the buzz has quieted. Sometimes, it feels like I’m writing for a ghost town, posting fics and headcanons into the void, wondering if anyone is still out there who loves these characters as much as I do.

But I can’t help it—I’m still here. I still love writing for these characters, especially the Wellses (yes, all of them!), and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon. There’s something comforting about diving into the world of Team Flash, even if it’s just for me.

That said, I’d love to connect with others who are still hanging around this fandom. If you’re also clinging to the lightning bolt and still love talking about The Flash, let’s be mutuals! 🥰

Whether you’re here for Barry, the Wellses, Reverse Flash, WestAllen, Snowbarry, or just reminiscing about the good old days, I’d love to geek out about the show with you. Let’s share ideas, reblog posts, talk headcanons, and keep this little corner of Tumblr alive.

If you’re still in the fandom, drop a comment or reblog. Let’s find each other in the Speed Force! 💛⚡

[vexic929]

heart♡stealer

an AU idea I've had bouncing around for a while, happy Eobirthday! <3333

Warnings: literal stealing of hearts

The average adult human heart weighs around 9 ounces.

Less than a pound of muscle, insignificant in mass, the size of a small fist. Frustratingly vital.

The Negative Speed Force was not perfect. It was not the Speed Force. It was an engine, a parasite, a hollowed-out thing feeding on his hatred. It did not embrace him, it did not care to. It devoured, relentlessly.

It consumed him.

Eobard Thawne was decaying.

Not in the poetic sense. Not in the wistful way one might describe the gradual softening of mortality, not in the natural way all things came to an end. No, this was something worse. Something cruel. His body rejected its own existence, an anomaly unmoored from time, an echo that should have long faded but refused to die - his heart, no longer adequate, no longer sufficient, unable to withstand the speeds at which he was now accustomed to. It failed him in agonizing increments - erratic beats, a constant ache spreading through his ribs, the unmistakable warning of something breaking down inside him.

The first time had been unplanned. A desperate, necessary experiment.

Harrison Wells had been dying already.

Eobard remembered it vividly - the dim, flickering headlights, the scent of gasoline curling in the cold night air, the slow, ragged gasps of a dying man trying to drag himself from the wreckage. He had been watching, standing over him, the ruined remains of the car groaning as it settled into stillness.

Phasing took practice. Precision. Too little control and he risked disruption - vessels torn too violently, cardiac tissue rendered useless. He had to be delicate. Eobard's hand blurred as he reached forward, his molecules vibrating at impossible speeds, slipping through skin, through muscle, through Harrison Wells' ribcage. His fingers wrapped around Wells' heart, still fighting, still alive, and he pulled.

The electric charge of Wells' life force surged up his arm, dancing through his veins like the Negative Speed Force itself, reviving him. His own heart restarted with a painful, shuddering force. He exhaled.

Wells' heart withered instantly, collapsing, blackening, shriveling like paper held to an open flame. With barely a movement, Eobard crumbled it into dry, useless dust between his fingers.

The heart lasted longer than his own but not long enough.

Eobard did not waste. He did not take without reason. He did not kill for pleasure - only necessity. A jogger on an early morning run. A businessman returning home. A doctor alone on the late shift. He targeted each precisely to ensure the hearts would last. Each seemed only to fail faster.

Barry Allen had stripped him of his future, of his place in history, had left him rotting in a century that was never meant to hold him, in a body that refused to sustain him. But he would find a way to survive.

Again.

And again.

And again.

[adriellej]

Rough Days

Warnings: Explicit contents. Unprotected sex. Oral giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. 

Pairings: Harry Wells x Reader.

Word count:

Beginning 1: 2.1K+

Beginning 2: 3.8K+

In total: 4.7K+

Part 2

A/N: Smutty smut smut. It’s only my second time doing this, so hope it’s okay. Just had a good idea, and there’s probably going to be a part two, where they have to deal with it if you want it? Also, there are two types of beginnings to it. One where Reader is already drunk and Harry finds her, and one where they get drunk together! Have fun! 

Also, unprotected sex is a no-no, bad idea, don’t condone it!

Also GIF's aren't mine!

Reader already drunk beginning:

The past few days had been tough for you. The metas Alchemy was creating kept showing up everywhere, the metas already created by the particle accelerator explosion seemed to try to keep up with Alchemy's. 

Captain Singh wasn’t making it easy at the precinct. He had benched you because of the lack of sleep and focus you were having, you were acting out over the smallest things. So naturally you had needed some time away from everything. Away from home, away from work, and away from people. 

The team had gone home for the day a few hours ago, and you had made your way to the lounge area of S.T.A.R. labs and the fridge you knew had beers in it. You didn’t quite keep to the beers, you had also managed to find a flask of whiskey and tequila. 

By now you had gotten quite the buzz going, the music was playing from the speakers as you downed yet another shot of tequila. The liquor burned its way down your throat and you scrunched up your nose before biting into a piece of lime and shaking your head at it. 

“Whooo, I should do this more often,” You laughed to yourself. You had always been the type of drunk person who would end up being a happy-go-lucky kind of person. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” A rasped voice pulled you away from your endeavor. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. Harrison Wells with his black jumper and slick black jeans. His dark hair was slightly ruffled with a few strands sticking out to the sides. His expression was stern yet with a glimpse of amusement. 

“Harryyyyyy, hiii!” You slightly yelled out over the music. “What does it look like I’m doing though?” You questioned him back with a grin on your face as you took a swig of your whiskey. You didn’t wait for his answer as you continued. “I’m having my own little party, and quite honestly I’m having the absolute best time!” You lifted your glass in your hand and made your way over to Harry swaying ever so lightly on your way. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He looked at you with a little bit of concern in his eyes as he gripped onto your arms to keep you standing upright and not tumbling over. Your hands wound up on his as you realized which kind of muscles he was hiding under that jumper. You squinted your eyes at him and began to make a pout with your lips. It didn’t last long before your lips turned upwards and your eyes were filled with enjoyment and carefreeness. 

“Actually I don’t think so, and you mister,” You said as you poked Harry in the chest hard enough for him to be swayed a bit backward. “Won’t take my fun away,” You finished before breaking out into a full laugh. Harry chuckled at you and your behavior. 

“Actually come to think of it, you should join my fun!” Your lips turned into a smirk as you went to get a glass of whiskey for Harry. “We deserve a bit of fun and downtime,” You said momentarily your voice was laced with seriousness. 

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” He chuckled with his beautiful smile ever so lightly creating his dimples. “Somebody has to make sure you’re okay,” He continued as he gestured with his hand to you. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fantastic,” You answered as you went over to him with the glass of whiskey in your hand. “Here, drink up my friend!” You spoke attempting to sound serious, just to have your smile betray you. Harry took the glass from you and took a swig of it causing you to smile even wider. 

“So you’re in?” You questioned with a small expectant giggle at the end of it. 

“I’m in,” He says with a wink and a smirk at you, rendering your knees to go soft on you. He takes another swig of the whiskey emptying the glass. He handed it over to you and you gladly took it to get him a refill. 

“We need to get you up to speed with me,” You smiled mischievously at him. You sat down a shot glass in front of him and poured some tequila into it. “Let me borrow your hand,” You said as you held out your own. He does as you tell him and you lick at the back of his hand before pouring some salt on it. “Salt, shot, and lime,” You tell him. He looked at you, his mouth slightly agape. His eyes had darkened at the action you had made.

“Earth to Harry?” You asked as you waved your hand in front of his face, your own face confused with a cocked eyebrow. “Yes?” He cleared his throat before speaking, followed by a big swallow causing his adams apple to bob. 

“Did you hear anything of what I said?” You let out a laugh that came from the bottom of your stomach. 

“Right, yes I did,” He licked the salt from his hand, took the shot, and bit into the lime. His face scrunched up by the taste of the liquor hitting the back of his throat. You made him take quite a lot more, you took some with him to keep your own high buzz going. 

Reader and Harry getting drunk together:

You were walking into S.T.A.R. labs with the rest of the team. It had been a tough fight with the current metas roaming the streets of Central City. Alchemy was creating quite a lot on the way, and every damn meta in this town seemed to be out for blood. 

You threw your backpack on the floor beside the central console of the cortex. You flopped down on a chair in front of the computer, taking your guns out of your holsters and putting them down on the table. 

“I swear Y/N, if one of those goes off on my computer, you’d wish hell was freezing over,” Cisco pointed at you. 

“Oh relax Cisco, the safety is on,” You say as you look at them, realizing that you might have forgotten that in the heat of the moment, or maybe more in the tiredness of the moment. “Or now it is at least,” You mumbled to yourself. 

“What was that?” Cisco asked his eyes squinting at you. “Nothing!” You laughed it off, knowing he would in fact kill you if you ruined his computers. 

“That’s what I thought,” He laughed back at you. 

“You do know he means it right?” Harry spoke with a serious face as he sat down beside you. You looked over at him with amusement in your eyes. 

“Is Harrison Wells afraid of what Cisco might do?” You joked. You thought you were funny, but looking at Harry’s face you thought differently. His eyes were hard as he looked at you. It felt like he was looking right through you. You swallowed thickly at the hard glare he was giving you.

“I’m not afraid of Ramon,” His voice was hoarse and low but laced with a hint of worry. Cisco’s computers and satellites were his everything, and having seen it be blown up a few times, both you and Harry knew he would hurt whoever hurt his tech. 

“Well, we’re going home for the day,” Barry and Iris smiled as she spoke. “I’m more than ready to go home and get some sleep. We’ll see you all tomorrow,” She continued and waved at everyone. So did Barry as they left the building. 

“I’m going to follow them. Cisco can you drive me home?” Caitlin asked her friend. Caitlin had had a rough time lately, she didn’t talk much about it, but you knew she would when she was ready for it. 

“Are you coming along too, Y/N?” Cisco asked grabbing his jacket from the console in front of you. 

“Nah, I’ll stay here for a while. I’m gonna see what it is we’re missing with Alchemy and all these new metas that are popping up. Thanks for asking though!” You smiled and gave a thumbs up to let him know you meant it. 

“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to go home and rest?” Harry asked beside you with a soft smile. You loved to see him smile, even more because it wasn’t so often he did. 

“No, really it’s all good. I want to be here, no need to go home to an empty apartment anyway,” You spoke as you looked away from him and back to the computers in front of you. 

Harry nodded at you and walked away, probably to go work on his own Alchemy project. You started to type away, going through every piece of evidence you had on Alchemy. 

You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock. It felt like you had been sitting with it for hours, but there had only been 40 minutes. Realizing that you weren’t going to get much done you walked to the lounge, grabbing two glasses and pouring some whiskey into them.

Turning the corner into Harry’s lab you saw him looking at the clear board with equations on it, his white marker in his hand. You had been right when you thought he would be working.  You knocked at the entrance causing him to turn around and look at you. 

“What?” He asks gruffly and you raise the two glasses of whiskey in your hands. 

“Wanna have a drink with me?” You asked politely entering his workshop. 

“Uh, sure,” His answer was short but held a lot of meaning. He never stopped working, so his saying yes was a win for you. “Any particular reason?” He questioned as you handed him one of the glasses. 

“Can’t we just enjoy a drink without there has to be a reason for it?” You asked cockily with raised eyebrows. It earned you a small laugh from the Earth-Two scientist. You looked at him surprised at his response to it. “Maybe we should do it more often if it earns laughs from you,” You jokingly continued. 

“Don’t count on it,” He replied deeply, though there was still a small smile hiding behind the glass. You raised your glass to him and took a sip of the liquor. The burning sensation was welcoming in your throat. The small interaction you and Harry had was nice. Your life had been a mess lately so when you had emptied your glasses, you had stayed with Harry while he went back to work.  

“Are you just going to sit there for the rest of the night?” He asked looking over his shoulder and back at you. 

“Well actually I’d say yes, but then I thought we could also decide to have our way of resting,” You smiled at him as you took your feet down from his desk and turned all the way towards him. His features looked questioningly at the statement you had made. “We could go drink some more whiskey. Pretty sure we both could need some time away from Alchemy?” The last part you said as a question as you waited for his response. 

“And why would you think that?” Harry’s usual hard look and closed-offness showed. 

“Because Harry, you have been staring at the same equation for the past hour and gotten nowhere,” You told him gesturing to the board in front of him. His stare felt like it could shoot daggers at you for having said that, but you knew he was agreeing with you when a small nod came in your direction.  “Cool, let’s go then,” You said snapping your fingers in the direction of the lounge you had picked up the whiskey in before. 

A few whiskeys in you were both talking a lot more loosly about what was troubling you. As Harry, you weren’t one who cared much for sharing too many feelings or problems. They were your own, and yours to deal with. 

“I could have sworn you had just decided to spend most of your time here, just like Barry usually does now,” Harry stated as he looked slightly surprised at you for your confession. 

“Nope, Captain Singh asked me, or more made me, stay home and take care of myself. He sent my ass home, and I can’t just sit at home doing nothing, so here I am,” You threw your arms out to the side as you took a small bow in the chair. 

It earned you one of the rare laughs from Harry. Either it was the alcohol talking or maybe Harry was actually enjoying himself a little. You decided to go with the latter, making it so much easier to just smile and forget things for a while. 

You stood up to grab the flask of whiskey, only to realize it was empty. You looked through the cupboards to see if you could find something else. A devilish smile crept on your lips as you grabbed the flask and stood up. “Harry!” You yelled out. His body shot towards you at your sudden outburst. “I have found something better than whiskey,” You smiled from ear to ear shaking the tequila bottle in your hand. “We are so going to take some tequila shots!” You laughed out loud at the expression on Harry’s face. 

“No, we are most certainly not,” He replied coldly as he stood up and started to leave, and you knew how you could make him stay. 

“Harry, it’s a task, and you solve tasks right?” He stopped dead in his tracks and you could almost imagine the expression on his face and that joyed you even more. You knew you had won. 

“Fine!” He exclaimed and turned back to you, a few large strides and he was on the other side of the island. 

“Do you know how to?” You asked hesitantly not knowing how much drinking he had done on Earth-Two and in his younger days. “Did you just ask me if I know how to do tequila shots? How old do you think I am?” He said slightly annoyed before he broke out a dimple-filled smile. You broke out into a real fit of laughter before answering him. 

“I’m so sorry Harry, that sounded terrible,” Leaning forwards on the table in front of you, you half smacked yourself in the head when you put it into your hand. 

“C’mon, pour it Y/L/N!” He chuckled as he pushed the shot glass over in your direction. You found the salt and cut out the limes you had found in the fridge. You weren’t quite sure why the team even had this here, but you weren’t about to be mad at it. 

You clinked your glasses together before shooting it down. You both shook your heads and looked at each other, smiles spreading as you continued to pour tequila into your glasses.

“Right, let’s see,” You say with an idea in your head. You licked your own hand as you put it to your neck, you leaned your neck to the side as you drizzled salt on it and the lime in your hand. “Let’s go, Harrison,” You smiled playfully at him, his eyes glistening with just as much playfulness. 

He stepped close to you, your chests touching each other, his hands on your hips. You leaned your head to the side giving him access to lick the salt off of you. His tongue was warm to your skin sending shivers down your spine. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan from escaping your lips. He stayed at your neck a little longer than he needed to and kissed you on the neck as his face left your neck. Downing the shot you had poured him, he looked for the lime and you smiled brightly with it between your teeth. 

It didn’t take long for Harry to catch on to what you wanted. A smirk danced across his lips before crashing them to yours to bite the lime. His lips were soft on yours. He tasted of a mix of tequila, lime, and whiskey. You spat out the lime before going back to kissing him. Your arms snaked around his neck drawing him closer to you. He gladly accepted and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid across your lower lip and you quickly granted him access. 

Your tongue felt like it fit perfectly with his as they danced and explored together. The kiss was filled with need, a hunger, for each other. Damn his an amazing kisser, you thought to yourself as you got completely lost in his intoxicating kiss. You broke apart after a few minutes needing to catch your breaths. 

His crystal blue eyes looked into yours, they were darker than usual, filled with arousal. Your chest was heaving for breaths and Harry pulled away from you. You whined as you lost the heat from his warm body. 

“I’m sorry,” He spoke lowly as he started to pull completely away from you. You grabbed the jumper in your hands and pulled him towards you. “Harry shut up and kiss me again,” You ordered your own eyes filled with lust. It didn’t take long for him to oblige to your command, his hands roaming your entire body. 

He pushed you backward till you reached the countertop and boxed you in between his body and the table. Your fingers tangled themselves in his dark locks as you pulled lightly at them. A hum escaped his throat as he kissed his way down from your jaw to your ear nibbling lightly at your earlobe before moving down to your neck. 

His kisses left your skin on fire. A burning sensation was starting to grow in your stomach and between your legs. You wanted him. You needed him. 

“Harry,” You whimpered in response to his kisses, licks and sucks. He was sure to leave marks on you. His hand moved in between your legs cubbing the outsides of your cunt, grinding at it with his hand. 

Several moans left your throat involuntarily. You couldn’t help it, this man was doing so much to you. He was humming in response to your moans. His lips went back to yours. You could feel the grin on his lips as he kissed you. 

His hands grabbed around your thighs hoisting you to sit on the countertop, keeping your legs spread to make space for him in between. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him as close to you as you could.

He grinded against you and you met his grinds with your own. You could feel his arousal, rock hard and ready for you. A groan left Harry’s lips at your movements and a smirk appeared on your lips. This time it was you breaking the kiss to make it to his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses. As you bit slightly into his skin, an animalistic groan left his throat, as you left a mark on him. 

“Either you stop and we go to my room, or continue and I’ll take you right here,” His voice was low and lust-filled as he spoke. The words hit you as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

“Oh I’m not nearly done, Harrison Wells,” you mused his name and it seemed to have the effect you wanted it to. Harry gripped your hips tightly and pulled you closer to him as his lips crashed with yours. The kiss was filled with need as you were both losing control of yourselves. 

One of his hands traced under your shirt and up to your breast and grabbed it. Your body ached for him as your chest shot forward at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipple. His hand let go of your breast only to discard the clothing in front of it. He kissed down your neck and down to your chest and sucked lightly at your nipple as his other hand traced up your thigh toward your wet spot. 

“Oh god, Harry,” You moaned out at the heat pooling inside of you. 

“Mmh, what?” He looked down at you with a big smirk on his lips, his normally blue eyes almost completely dark from lust. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” You looked up at him whining. “But now we’re at it, you have too many clothes on,” You smiled innocently up at him as your hands glided toward the hem of his jumper. He chuckled deeply before lifting his arms up to discard his jumper. 

Your mouth fell open as your eyes roamed his torso. His chiseled muscles showed as he flexed a little under your stare. Clothes did him dirty. 

“My eyes are up here Y/N,” He pulled you from your trance. Your cheeks flushed as you looked down shyly. His fingers went under your chin to make you look up at him. “Like what you see?” He muses with amusement.

“I mean, have you looked yourself in the mirror?” You spoke as your eyes darted down to his chest again. Your tongue darted over your lips as you took all of him in again. “How can I not like what I see?” You continued your own eyes darkening more. 

Your legs tugged him into you again as your lips met his again. You were fighting for dominance, pouring every feeling of lust and need into the kiss. Your fingers were digging into his skin at his shoulders. 

Harry pulled you down from the countertop, unbuttoning your jeans, not once breaking the kiss. You shimmied out of your jeans and panties and stood completely nude in front of him. This time it was Harry’s turn to get tranced, licking his lips. 

“My eyes are up here, Harrison,” You mused the same response he had had to your staring. His laugh filled the lounge as his hands found your hips again. “What? No smart comment?” You chuckled. “Nope, not this time. You look beautiful,” His smile was genuine, his eyes had gone soft again, and you felt your cheeks burning from his admiration. He leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was different from the others, this was more caring and more emotional. 

Your hands went to his shoulders moving down his chest. He flexed under your touch and deepened the kiss again as your hands found the button on his jeans. It didn’t take long for him to discard them. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but dart down to his erection. He sure did hide a lot under those clothes; because holy hell he was well-equipped. The burning desire inside of you took over as you went down to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes. 

A smirk playing at your lips as you licked from the base of his cock and up to the tip. A deep rumble came from Harry’s chest as his eyes closed shut and his head leaned back. Your tongue swirled around the tip, licking off the precum before taking his cock into your mouth. You bobbed your head in rhythm with your hand at the base. Your tongue swirled around the tip every time you came back up, before taking as much as you could of him in again. 

“Y/N,” Harry moaned out. “Fuck, it feels so good,” his breathing became more panting as he took every bit of pleasure you were giving him. You could feel him tense under your touch and you bobbed your head a little faster, drawing him closer to his release. 

He took in a sharp breath as he pulled away from you. 

“Harry, why did you do that? I almost had you,” You looked up at him while pouting. 

“Because when I cum I want to be in you,” He took hold of your hand helping you up and he instantly pushed you back to the countertop. His lips find yours again, his hands on your hips, lifting you back up to sit. His head moved down your chest, down to your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. 

Your own breathing became quicker at the thought of what he was about to do. Your hand tangled itself in his hair as he kissed the inner side of your thigh. The feeling of his mouth leaving shivers going up and down your body. Moans escaped your lips as he moved closer to your cunt. 

“Mmh, you’re so wet for me,” He breathed as his tongue licked through your folds, leaving a fire burning inside of you. His tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. The pleasure coursing through your veins, the feeling of heat pooling in your stomach, alarming you that you were close. 

“Harry, I’m-,” You choked out, one hand gripping the countertop so tightly your knuckles were going white. 

“Cum for me, princess,” Harry focused more on your clit and it didn’t take long before you were coming undone for him. He lapped all of your orgasm before coming back up to your head and giving you a chaste kiss. 

“Well you certainly know what you’re doing,” You breathed heavily coming down from your high, a proud smirk played on Harry’s lips. Your hands reached around his neck and you pulled him close to you. Your kiss wasn’t chaste in any way, it was lust-filled and hard. You could taste your own orgasm on his wet lips. One of your legs wrapped around his body, pulling him even closer to you. “I need you Harry,” You begged him. You needed him inside of you. You were hungry for him. All of him. 

Harry aligned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you. Moans escaped both of your lips as he let you adjust to him. He slowly started thrusting into you. Controlled, slow moves were dragging out the pleasure already building in you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good around me. So perfect,” He breathes into the base of your neck. One of your hands was holding onto his shoulder and the other clawing at his back. 

“Harry, I- I won’t last long,” You were moaning and panting under him. 

“Neither will I,” He groans out, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier. Your orgasm builds up quickly in you. Leaving you screaming out his name as you draw closer and closer. A few more quick and hard thrusts leave you both coming down and hard. 

He stayed with his head dipped into the crook of your neck, your hand started drawing circles at his back. He draws back from you and pulls out of you. His dark hair was messy from sweat and your hands, and you only saw the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

A big goofy smile played on your lips and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, as your breathing was slowing down again. 

“What?” He smiled and shifted a little on his feet as his cheeks turned a shade of pink. 

“Oh, nothing, you’re just very handsome,” You spoke looking him deeply in his eyes. He leaned in to give you another kiss. He broke apart from you, but you continued to peck his lips in between words. “Also. You. Just. Rocked. My. World,” Your hands were cupping his face as you held onto him. 

“Well, why don’t we go rock it some more,” He returned your goofy smile with a wink as he dragged you with him to his room. 

Your eyes slowly started to flutter open and you groaned out at the bright light hitting your face. You rubbed your eyes with one hand as you felt the hangover headache hitting you. It wasn’t until you tried to move that you realized that there was someone beside you. 

You turned your head slowly as to not disturb whoever it was holding onto your side. 

You didn’t exactly expect to see a certain dark-haired grumpy scientist beside you. 

“Oh god, what have I done?” You said to yourself, panic coursing through your veins, causing a pair of blue eyes to open and look at you.

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[strgbird]

#HARRISCO: they're married you can't argue w me

[doverstar]

I want to sit down and talk about how Grant Gustin, on the Flash, in the course of 9 seasons and almost 10 years, displayed the ability to perfectly act out *deep inhale* Barry Allen, an evil version of Barry Allen, a nerdy wimp version of Barry Allen, three of the Big Bads, Harry Wells inside Barry's body, H.R. Wells inside Barry's body, Sherloque Wells inside Barry's body, basically every Wells inside Barry's body, Barry Allen as the lead in a spontaneous superpowered musical, Barry pretending to be a hacker, Barry pretending to be a crime lord, Barry being infected/possessed by a Big Bad, and Barry Allen as a really dorky drunk guy (more than once)-

[marvelsgirl616]

🥹❤️💛

[leekiings]

i wish we got just...... one flashback scene with single dad harry wells raising jesse...........,,,,,,,,,

[westxwells]

Candice and Tom at Fan Expo Dallas | 10/18/2024

[raccoonkeevan]

back again with this

[atommadly]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Super Hero!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Mention of death, near death experience

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Masterlist

The hum of the S.T.A.R. Labs lab was constant, like the steady beat of a heart. The air buzzed with the collective effort of Barry, Caitlin, Cisco, and Harry—all working tirelessly, pushing their minds and their skills to find a solution that would trap Zoom and finally close the breach for good. The weight of the looming threat was always in the back of your mind, hanging over the lab like a dark cloud. But despite the sense of urgency and the fear of what might happen if they didn’t succeed soon, there was also a strange clarity in the work. It sharpened your focus, as though the tension made everything else fade into the background. You couldn’t afford to think about anything else. You had to stay sharp.

But as much as you tried to stay focused on the task at hand, there was one person who refused to leave your thoughts.

Harrison Wells—Earth-2 version.

You had been part of Team Flash for a long time. Long enough to know that trust didn’t come easily. Long enough to have seen betrayal up close, especially from someone who had once been a part of your team, someone who wore the name Harrison Wells but was secretly Eobard Thawne in disguise. You had lived through the pain of that betrayal, and it had made you wary of anyone who could even remotely remind you of the man you thought you knew.

So, when the Earth-2 version of Harrison Wells showed up, you were understandably cautious. There was no telling what kind of man this version of Wells was. He was different, but in some ways, he was also too familiar. At first, you couldn’t quite make him out. Was he trustworthy? Was he just another manipulator? Or was he someone who could help?

But as the days passed, you started to see something that you didn’t expect.

A grumpy, sarcastic, brooding charm that seemed to surround him like a dark cloud. And for reasons you couldn’t fully explain, you found yourself drawn to him. Not in the way that made you feel nervous or uncertain—no, this was different. It was an odd mixture of curiosity and something else. Maybe it was the way he always had a sharp retort ready, or how he would argue with you like a seasoned partner, but never in a mean way. He could be tough, unyielding, but never cruel.

It was strange, but there was something about his arguments with you that felt… oddly familiar. Like the way an old married couple bickers over the smallest, most insignificant things. You could feel the teasing in your voice when you’d push back against one of his opinions, but there was no malice in it.

You didn’t mind it. In fact, you came to look forward to it. The way he would cross his arms and huff, the way his lips would quirk when he was about to argue again.

There was a warmth behind his gruff demeanor. A softness that was just hidden beneath the surface, waiting for someone to notice.

And you did.

It wasn’t something you could explain to anyone—not that you tried. At first, you tried to keep your feelings for him to yourself, chalking it up to simple admiration or maybe even a little bit of fascination with how different he was from the previous Harrison Wells. But the more you worked with him, the more you realized that your feelings weren’t so simple. The easy back-and-forth, the teasing, and the way your interactions always felt so natural—it made you feel… comfortable. And that comfort was slowly starting to change into something else.

It was like a game. You’d tease him, and he’d play right along. Sometimes, you could see the flicker of a smile on his face before he would quickly hide it. Sometimes he’d get frustrated, but you could tell it wasn’t serious—just part of the game. And it was that balance of tension and playfulness that you found so strangely appealing.

You would find yourself going out of your way just to provoke him a little, enjoying the way he would respond, his sharp wit never failing to make you laugh. He was a challenge, a puzzle you couldn’t quite figure out, but you liked that. You liked the way he made you think, how every conversation with him felt like a little mental sparring match.

And yet, no matter how much you bickered, there was a strange sense of comfort between the two of you. It wasn’t the kind of comfort you felt around the others—Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco. It was different. It was the kind of comfort that came from familiarity, from knowing someone well enough to know how to push their buttons, yet still feel safe enough to be yourself around them.

You knew Harry was sharp. He was intelligent, intense, and sometimes a little intimidating, but there was something endearing about him when he wasn’t being so… well, Harry. It made you realize that he wasn’t so much a mystery to solve, but someone who was, in his own way, just as human as everyone else on the team.

You stood in front of the transparent board, marker in hand, staring at the calculations you had been scribbling for the past hour. The numbers and formulas were tangled together in a messy web, but you were certain you were close to something. You just needed to tweak a few more things to find the right way to close the breach and trap Zoom once and for all.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself as you jotted down another number, but you felt the familiar presence of Harry

hovering nearby. You didn’t need to look to know that he was watching, probably waiting for you to mess something up, as usual.

A moment later, you heard his voice, the same calm, but firm tone that had become a signature of his.

“You’re not considering the frequency resonance of the breach correctly,” he said, his words measured, like he was explaining something very obvious. “You’re too focused on the vibrations’ variations, and it’s skewing your entire calculation.”

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “I did consider that, Harry. It’s right here,” you pointed to a section of the board where you’d accounted for it. “What you’re not seeing is the variance in the temporal energy fluctuations. It’s what keeps causing the breach to destabilize.”

Harry sighed in that way that always made you feel like you were missing something incredibly simple. “No, you’re missing the bigger picture,” he said, a slight edge to his voice. “The breach is fluctuating, yes, but it’s more about how the frequencies interact with the quantum field. If you don’t adjust for that, everything you’re doing is a waste of time.”

You could feel the heat rising in your chest, the quiet thrill of arguing with him. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Harry,” you said, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, even though he couldn’t see it. “Maybe you should just let me finish, since I’m the one holding the marker.”

There was a small pause, a flicker of something in his gaze as he watched you, before he finally leaned back in his chair, clearly not about to give up just yet. “Fine. But I’m telling you, you’re overcomplicating things,” he shot back, his voice still as controlled as ever, but there was a hint of challenge in it that you couldn’t ignore.

“Overcomplicating? Really?” You spun to face him, walking a few steps toward him, your heels clicking against the floor as you moved. “You’re the one who insists that the frequencies must line up perfectly before we even consider the temporal fluctuations,” you teased, your eyes narrowing mischievously. “I’m not the one stuck in my own little theory.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed too, though there was a spark in them that felt more… playful than you had expected. “I’m not stuck. You’re just too focused on the easy stuff.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” you quipped, standing directly in front of him now, almost in between his legs as you placed your hands on your hips, still holding the marker. "Maybe I’m just better at this than you.”

You could see the corner of his lips twitch, but he said nothing for a moment, simply looking at you with that serious intensity of his. There was something about the way he looked at you that made your pulse race, a sudden awareness of his presence that you hadn’t felt earlier.

You refused to let yourself get distracted, though. The teasing, the bickering, it was all part of the game, right? You were just having fun, weren’t you? You wanted to get the last word. That’s all.

“I know how to fix this breach. Maybe you should take a seat and let me finish. But no, you’ve got to keep nitpicking everything.”

Harry leaned forward just slightly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a focused intensity. “I’m not nitpicking,” he said quietly, but you could hear the hint of a challenge in his voice. “I’m just trying to save you from making a huge mistake.”

That was it. You weren’t going to let him have the last word this time.

“If you’re so sure you can do it better, then take the marker and show me,” you said with a playful smirk, feeling the familiar thrill of teasing him. “I’d love to see how you—”

You stopped abruptly, words catching in your throat as Harry stood up.

In that instant, everything around you seemed to freeze. You had been standing so close to him already, your bodies almost touching, but the moment he rose from his chair, it felt like the space between you completely vanished. His towering presence loomed over you—he was a full head taller, his body just inches away from yours.

He was tall—really tall—and the way he stood, towering over you, made your heart race faster than you’d like to admit.

Your breath faltered as you realized just how much you had underestimated how tall he was. You shouldn't be surprised, but you were used to seeing the old Harrison constantly sitting in his wheelchair.

This was different. He was standing. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, and for a moment, you couldn’t think straight.

Your knees felt weak, as if the ground beneath you might just give way. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this… exposed, so aware of another person’s presence. It was as if the air had thickened between you, and suddenly, all the playful bickering seemed insignificant. The tension that had always simmered beneath your words now felt electric, almost palpable.

You blinked, but the words you'd been preparing to say completely slipped from your mind. His blue eyes were so intense, fixed on you as if he could read every thought you were trying to hide.

For a second, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Was it you, or was it suddenly so much warmer? The air between you felt thick, charged with something you couldn’t quite place, but it was almost suffocating. Your skin felt too tight, and you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the way your body reacted without you even trying to control it.

Harry seemed to notice, his voice quieter, more measured. "Something wrong?" His tone had shifted, no longer filled with teasing but carrying an almost gentle quality that made your insides do flip-flops. There was no mockery now—just curiosity, maybe even concern. It sent a wave of nervousness crashing over you, and for a moment, you couldn’t quite tell if you were standing on solid ground anymore.

You swallowed, trying to regain some semblance of control over your racing heart. You opened your mouth to speak but had to swallow again before you could manage any coherent words. "Uh… no," you managed, but even you could hear the slight tremor in your voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound unsure, but the way Harry was looking at you—standing so close, his presence so powerful—it was impossible to focus on anything else. It was embarrassing how easily he could affect you.

Harry’s eyes flickered to your face, studying you with that same intensity, and a bemused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You’re staring," he pointed out, his voice more curious than teasing now. There was no mocking tone, no playful challenge—just an observation that made your cheeks burn even more.

You froze, caught in the act. You hadn’t even realized you were staring. Your eyes had simply been drawn to him, to the way his tall frame seemed to take up more space than you had expected. His broad shoulders, the sharpness of his jawline, the way his posture had softened when he stood—it was impossible to ignore, and your gaze just followed the natural line of his form.

You took a shaky breath and tried to take a step back, but your legs felt a little too unsteady for it. You were acutely aware of how close he was, of how you had moved almost into his personal space. Your mind scrambled for something normal to say, anything to break the tension that was quickly building between you.

"I just… I didn’t realize you were so..." You trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to finish the sentence. The words felt stuck in your throat. You couldn’t even remember what you had been about to say. His eyes—those piercing, blue eyes—pulled you in again, and for a moment, you couldn’t tear your gaze away.

"So?" Harry prompted, his voice lower now, with a trace of amusement. He didn’t pull back or make any effort to put distance between you—if anything, he leaned in just slightly, as if to invite you to keep speaking. His lips twitched, holding back a grin, and you felt the magnetism between you grow even stronger.

"Tall," you blurted out before you could stop yourself, and the instant the word left your mouth, your face flushed even more, the embarrassment flooding you. You could practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. "I didn’t realize how tall you were."

It sounded so ridiculous.

You winced internally, wishing for the ground to swallow you up. It was such a stupid thing to say, but his reaction was unexpected. Harry’s amused smile softened into something else, almost like he was genuinely entertained by your flustered state.

He didn’t mock you, didn’t say anything else for a few seconds, but the way he looked at you now—his blue eyes just slightly squinting, a playful glimmer in them—left you feeling uncomfortably exposed. You could hear his breath, steady and calm, and it only made you more aware of the close proximity.

"Well, now you do," he said, his voice low, as if savoring the moment.

Before you could react, Harry took the marker from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. It was a fleeting touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you freeze for a moment. The warmth from his touch lingered on your skin, and when you didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement still dancing in his eyes.

"May I?" he asked, his voice soft but carrying a certain authority that made your heart skip.

You blinked, suddenly realizing he was waiting for you to step aside so he could get to the board. Flushing a deep red, you quickly stepped back, not trusting yourself to say anything. You felt like you were still in a trance, caught in the intensity of his gaze and presence.

As he moved toward the board, you couldn’t help but watch him. He took the marker and began to correct your calculations with a practiced hand. His arm flexed as he wrote, muscles shifting beneath the fabric of his shirt, his movements confident, assured. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the way his body seemed to fill the space around him, the lines of his back, the curve of his neck as he focused on the board. 

It hit you then, all at once: you’d been blind to this before. The way your pulse quickened whenever he was near, the way his presence seemed to fill every room. You’d tried to ignore it, tried to tell yourself it was just work—but now, standing so close, you realized you were drawn to him in ways you hadn’t even admitted to yourself. The attraction had always been there, simmering under the surface. But now it was impossible to deny.

You took a tentative step closer, unable to stop yourself, your eyes locked on his calculations as you tried to regain some sense of normalcy. You had to focus on the math, not on the way your heart seemed to race whenever he was near.

When Harry finished, he turned toward you with a small, satisfied smile. “There, you see? That's correct,”

he said, pointing to the final result.

You leaned in to look at what he’d done. You reread the numbers, the equation, the way it all fit perfectly together, and you realized with a quiet sense of awe that he had been right from the start. He’d been right about everything. You looked up at him, ready to offer your reluctant apology, but instead, you found him already looking at you. His gaze was so intense it felt like it was pulling you in, like he could see straight through you.

The air around you seemed to thicken, the distance between you shrinking with each passing second. Your lips parted, but no words came out. There was only the beating of your heart, louder now, and the soft sound of his breath, steady and close.

Harry took a step forward, his body moving with an ease that was almost hypnotic. His eyes never left yours, and before you could even fully process what was happening, his hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The gesture was gentle, but it felt intimate, like an invitation.

Then, without warning, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, testing, as if he was waiting for you to pull away, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned into him, your body moving instinctively toward his. The world around you seemed to vanish, leaving only the feeling of his lips, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, and the thundering of your heart in your ears.

For a moment, you thought you might be dreaming, but the way he kissed you, the way his hands held you gently, told you that this was real—far too real. And when he finally pulled away, just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His eyes searched yours, and you saw the same confusion, the same surprise reflected there.

"Was that... alright?" he asked quietly, as if he was still unsure of what had just happened.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you looked at him, taking in the depth of the moment, and then, with a smile that didn’t quite hide your own surprise, you nodded.

"Yeah," you said, your voice soft but sure. "I think that was... more than alright."

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[sunnygrey99]

Just casually thinking about my favorite middle aged fictional man putting a star sticker on my forehead after telling me what a good job i did. (I did noting but keep my face buried in the matress) and honestly that's pretty normal...right?