#harrisonwells

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Pairing: EoWells x Reader Warnings: Smut, slightly dominating behavior

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺.

Masterlist

The hum of machinery and the low whirr of computers filled the air in STAR Labs, a place you never thought you’d find yourself. The sterile white walls and cool steel of the futuristic building were oddly familiar, but it wasn’t the lab itself that kept your mind occupied. No, it was the man beside you. Or, more precisely, the man who wore someone else's face.

Eobard Thawne. The man who had, in a twisted stroke of fate, claimed Harrison Wells’s identity. To the world, he was a brilliant scientist, a mentor, and a valued member of Team Flash. But to you, he was much more. He was the love of your life.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You and Eobard weren’t supposed to be stuck in this time, this period of history so different from your own. After all, you came from the future, hundreds of years ahead of this moment, an era where things had already spiraled out of control. Where your names were whispered with fear, where your plans had once nearly succeeded. Where you had once been the true power behind the man who had been called Reverse-Flash.

And you were no stranger to the darkness that came with your past. Both of you had been villains. Together, you had waged a war against the Flash, your sworn enemy. You had been partners in crime, partners in everything.

But fate had other plans. Eobard’s obsession with Barry Allen led you both to travel back to the past, to Barry’s childhood, where you thought you could erase him before he ever became the hero you both despised. But Barry was a survivor. And despite your best efforts, your plan had failed.

You had ended up stuck in the year 2000, lost and stranded, your connection to the future severed. It wasn’t the end of your journey, though. Not by a long shot. You quickly realized you would have to adapt, make a new plan—because there was one thing you both had in common: you would do anything to return to your time.

The answer was simple, yet dark. Barry Allen, the Flash, the very person who had stopped you, was the key. But instead of erasing him, you decided to help him become the man who would one day become your nemesis—the hero you both despised. You would create the Flash, in your own twisted way.

Now, here you were, years later, standing in STAR Labs, working under the guise of a simple assistant to Harrison Wells, a man you never truly met but whose face was now worn by the love of your life. You had agreed to keep your relationship secret—at least, in this time. If anyone ever discovered the truth of your connection, everything would fall apart. You knew it. Eobard knew it.

Pretending—playing the part of a loyal assistant, the quiet ally in STAR Labs—was becoming harder by the day. Especially when Eobard’s jealousy began to show itself in ways that were hard to ignore.

Despite knowing, deep down, that you would eventually betray everyone, your bond with the Flash team—your enemies—was growing more complicated. There was something almost intoxicating about it. The camaraderie. The shared moments of success. Even the small victories felt sweeter, despite your hidden agenda.

Cisco was a big part of that. You had never intended for it to happen, but somehow, over the months, you’d become... friends. It started as simple conversations, you offering your insight into a problem, him cracking jokes, and gradually, that harmless banter had turned into playful flirting.

It was innocent, you told yourself. It was a game.

But Eobard didn’t see it that way.

He watched you with eyes sharp as knives, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. You knew it drove him mad. The way you laughed a little too easily at Cisco’s jokes. The way you lingered just a second too long when your hands brushed, or how your smiles were always just a little too bright when Cisco was around.

It was all for show. For fun. To see just how far you could push Eobard before his obsession with control unraveled.

And today? Today was no different.

You had made a point to be close to Cisco, leaning in as he explained some new tech breakthrough, your fingers brushing his as you passed a piece of equipment. He grinned, his usual mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You could feel the tension building in the air, but you had to let it play out.

Eobard was sitting across the room, his expression carefully neutral, but you could see the slight clench of his jaw, the rigidity in his posture. The way his fingers twitched, itching to take control of the situation.

Perfect.

You turned your attention back to Cisco, letting the flirtation flow more freely. “I have to admit,” you teased, your voice low and playful. “You’ve got quite the knack for this tech stuff. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make me fall for you.”

Cisco’s laugh rang out, light and carefree, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, is that what I’m doing? Trying to get you to join Team Cisco?” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the playful exchange.

You smiled, but there was a part of you that was watching Eobard closely. His eyes were fixed on you and Cisco now, his lips barely concealing the anger brewing beneath the surface. You could almost feel the storm inside him. He was losing his patience.

But that was the fun of it.

“Maybe you should,” you teased, keeping your gaze locked on Cisco. “I’m sure it would be... interesting to work alongside someone who knows how to keep a girl entertained.”

The flirtation was light, but Eobard’s eyes were turning darker by the second. He was growing agitated, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his wheelchair, his entire body leaning forward, as if trying to restrain himself from saying or doing something rash.

When everyone else finally filed out—Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry—your eyes never left Eobard. You could feel the tension building between you, like a thick, invisible wire being pulled tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

And then, in a flash of yellow lightning, the world around you blurred.

One second you were standing in the Cortex, pretending to be absorbed in a trivial task, the next you were pressed against the cold stone wall of Eobard’s time chamber, the air charged with the weight of his presence.

The speed of his movement didn’t even register at first. You didn’t have time to react before he slammed you against the wall, his hands grabbing your wrists with brutal precision. You didn’t struggle. Instead, you leaned into the feeling, the rush of power he exuded, the sharpness of his gaze as he held you captive in this moment.

Eobard’s proximity was overwhelming. His body was a mere inch away from yours, and his breath was uneven, the heat from his anger brushing against your skin. His eyes glowed with that familiar fire—the same obsession, the same desire to control everything in his orbit. You knew you had pushed him past his limit, and you were relishing every second of it.

"What's the problem, my love?" you asked innocently, your voice sweet and teasing, though the words were laced with a hidden challenge.

Eobard’s lips parted, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "What are you playing at, Y/N?" he growled, his grip tightening around your wrists, his anger now fully unrestrained.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, feigning innocence. "What? Are you jealous?" you taunted, raising an eyebrow, your lips curling into a wicked smile.

"I’m not jealous," Eobard hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine."

The words hung in the air, thick with intent. He wasn’t just angry; he was possessive. And that possessiveness made your pulse race, your heart hammering in your chest. There was something intoxicating about the way he viewed you—how he couldn’t stand the thought of you with anyone else, even if that “anyone else” was just a harmless flirtation with Cisco.

But the truth was, you did enjoy pushing him, seeing that primal, almost animalistic response from him. It was one thing to control the situation with words, but when you had him here, in this moment, this space, it was all too tempting to keep testing him.

“Prove it,” you whispered, your lips barely brushing his, just enough to send a jolt of electricity between you. The challenge was unmistakable, and you could feel the way his body tensed, a barely contained fury and desire mixed into one intoxicating force.

A low growl erupted from his chest before he closed the distance between you in an instant, slamming his lips against yours. The kiss was savage, hungry—his mouth urgent and demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to claim you.

You moaned softly into the kiss, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth graze your bottom lip, the fire inside you spreading from your stomach to your core. 

The heat of his kiss grew, a clash of tongues, a mixture of desperate need and pure raw hunger. You could feel his frustration and yearning with every sweep of his lips, the bruising pressure of his hands gripping your wrists even tighter as he pinned you to the wall. But it didn’t stop you from pressing into him, from responding with an equal hunger, matching his intensity.

You wanted more. Needed more. You moved against him, your body shifting and grinding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, your hips teasingly rolling, feeling the hard length of him against your stomach.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and you could feel his restraint breaking, the sharp, primal edge to his movements now fully unleashed. His grip on your wrists tightened painfully, but you didn’t care. In fact, you relished it. There was something about the way he held you, as though you were the only thing in the world worth claiming, worth owning. It made your heart race, your breath hitching in your chest.

You ground against him again, feeling his hardness through the fabric of his pants, and you couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips. The power you had over him was undeniable, and you were going to push it as far as you could.

Eobard finally let go of one of your wrists, but it wasn’t to give you freedom. Instead, his hand slid down your body, settling on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you even harder against the wall. The sudden pressure against you stopped your movements, but it only seemed to make you crave him more.

"You’re a little pest, you know that?" His voice was thick with frustration, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something darker, more possessive. The words left his mouth in a growl, but there was a strange, almost affectionate quality to them. He was angry, but he wanted you. That much was undeniable.

"You love it," you murmured, your breath shallow, already out of breath from the intensity of the kiss, from the fire building in your body. You didn’t need to look at him to know the effect those words would have. You could feel the way his body stiffened, the pulse of energy between you both, the primal hunger in his every movement.

He didn’t answer, but his grip on your hip tightened as his other hand released your other wrist. You didn’t have time to process the change before you felt his fingers trailing up your skirt, slowly, purposefully, as if savoring every moment of your vulnerability. You gasped when his hand found its destination, his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties, teasing you with a gentle pressure.

You let out a shaky breath as he slid his fingers against the fabric, the slow, teasing touch pushing your body to its limit. There was a brief moment of relief, the sensation of his hand pressing against the sensitive heat between your legs sending an almost overwhelming jolt of pleasure through your system.

Eobard’s lips never left yours. They were urgent, desperate, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His kiss was a fusion of hunger and control, pulling you deeper into the moment. But his mouth didn’t stay on your lips for long. It was as if he couldn’t resist tracing every inch of your skin, moving down your jawline, along your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses in his wake.

You arched your neck, the sensation of his lips on your skin driving you wild. "I don’t ever want to see you flirt with another man again," he growled against your ear, his breath warm and ragged. The words came out rough, possessive, like a threat. But there was an undeniable weight to them, a command that sent a thrill through your veins.

You were already lost in him, your body moving against him with a mind of its own, riding the waves of pleasure as his hand continued its slow, deliberate movements over your clit. The lace of your panties was no obstacle to him; his fingers worked their way over the fabric with precision, tracing every sensitive curve, building you up slowly, steadily, until you were writhing under his touch. Your moans came louder now, one after another, the sound of your pleasure mingling with the soft rasp of his breath against your skin.

"You’re mine," he muttered, his voice thick with intent. The words felt like a brand against your skin, marking you in ways that left no room for doubt. His thumb pressed down harder, faster now, applying just the right amount of pressure as his movements quickened. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension tightening inside you as the pleasure became nearly unbearable.

“Understand?” he demanded, his voice dark, commanding, a stark contrast to the desperate need you could hear in it.

“Yes!” you moaned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the intense pleasure rippled through your body. The sensation was so overwhelming, so electric, that you were certain you were on the brink of unraveling. Every movement of his fingers against you was a perfect stroke, pushing you closer to the edge, the heat within you tightening with each passing second.

But just as you were about to reach your peak, he withdrew his fingers with a sudden, almost cruel speed. A frustrated groan tore from your lips, your body jerking in desperate need, but the sound was quickly silenced by the intensity of Eobard’s next move. His hands were on you in the blink of an eye, his speed rendering everything else irrelevant. In one fluid motion, he tore off your panties, lifting your skirt with ease, exposing you completely to him.

Before you could fully process the rush of sensations, Eobard was already unzipping his pants with a ferocity that matched the hunger in his gaze. He pulled his underwear down swiftly, revealing himself to you. The sight made your mouth go dry. You could feel the heat in your core intensify, and despite the overwhelming desire to touch him, your body was frozen in anticipation. His power, his control—it was intoxicating.

Then, without warning, Eobard lifted you off the floor with the same effortless ease he had displayed all along. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your body pressed against his as he carried you, holding you in place with his strength. You felt the heat of his skin against yours, the tension between your bodies growing with each passing second.

You reached up, your hands framing his face, pulling him closer as your lips found his in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Your heart raced as you gazed into his eyes, the emotion in them almost too much to bear. “I only love you,” you whispered softly, your voice hushed, as if the words were something fragile and sacred. “You know that, don’t you?”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, it was as if time stopped. You saw something flicker in Eobard’s eyes—a crack in the armor he so carefully maintained. The intensity of your confession, the weight of your love, seemed to take him off guard, his usual confident demeanor faltering ever so slightly. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe this was real—that you, in all your complexity and fire, truly felt for him the same way he felt for you.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was no longer tender, but urgent, as if he needed to consume you completely. His pelvis ground against yours, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your core. Your body responded instantly, the desire that had been building between you both finally reaching its peak.

Without warning, Eobard positioned himself at your entrance, and with a slow, deliberate stroke of his hips, he entered you. The sensation was dizzying—hot, intimate, and overwhelming. You gasped, your body tensing for a moment before relaxing into him, feeling the weight of him fill you completely.

His movements were slow at first, almost teasing. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body, stretching you, filling you in a way that had you seeing stars. You locked your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to move faster, harder. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rapid beat of your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place, making sure you didn’t escape the intensity of what was happening between you.

His lips never left yours, and you could feel the power of his kiss as it deepened, turning feverish. His tongue tangled with yours, his need for you palpable in every movement. You could feel the overwhelming desire radiating off him, each stroke of his hips an assertion of control, but also a plea—a desperate, primal cry to have you, to keep you, to make you his in every possible way.

And you, lost in him, lost in the moment, responded in kind. Every inch of your body was attuned to him—his touch, his movements, his breath. It was all-consuming, and you reveled in it, feeling every push, every pull, every intimate connection as if it was your first.

“Do you feel that?” Eobard growled between kisses, his voice thick with passion. “You’re mine. Completely. I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

His words shot through you like electricity, igniting something deeper, something that made your pulse race even faster. You moaned in response, your hips grinding against his as you sought more, needing to feel everything he was giving you. The pleasure was a wave that kept building, rising higher, pulling you closer to the edge with every movement.

He thrust into you harder now, faster, each stroke sending you deeper into a blissful, heated haze. His pace quickened as you felt yourself getting closer, the pressure inside you almost unbearable. Every sound you made seemed to push him on, urging him to give you more, to take you higher. His name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry, and he responded with a growl, his hand gripping the back of your head as he kissed you fiercely.

With a final, desperate thrust, you reached the edge, your body shuddering as you finally gave in to the rush of pleasure. Your orgasm rocked through you, leaving you trembling in his arms, your body still wracked with the aftershocks of the intense release. Eobard followed close behind, his movements becoming erratic as he found his own release inside you, his body pulsing with pleasure.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both gasping for breath, the world spinning as you held each other, completely connected in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. His hand caressed your cheek gently, his forehead resting against yours, and you could feel the weight of his words, the truth of what he had just claimed.

“Mine,” he whispered softly, his voice hoarse but filled with a possessive love that made your heart swell.

You smiled, your body still wrapped around his, as you kissed him tenderly. “Yours,” you whispered back.

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells- Oneshot (Flash)

When he’d first returned. He was ecstatic to venture the world. He’d lost so much due to the past. But he’d gotten a second chance. He told himself that he’d go back. To the very beginning. Although he could travel through time, he couldn’t alter anything. So when he first saw you working, he was determined to finally have his happily ever after.

“Dr. Wells, the CCPD is here to take your statement.”

He nodded at his employee.

“Let them in.”

The male stepped to the side, letting the detective in.

“Dr. Wells, (Y/N) Morgan. My officers are outside questioning your employees that were present when the item was stolen. Is there anything about Mr. Davis that you can tell me? Every bit of information would help.”

For a moment he just gazes at you. Basks in the light. It had been so long since he saw your face. There was a part of him that somehow knew he’d died the minute he lost you.

“Dr. Wells are you alright?” You took a step closer, inspecting him for injuries.

“Did Mr. Davies attack you?”

Harrison blinked.

“Oh, no no. I’m fine.” He gave a little laugh, running his hand down his tie.

“I apologize I just..” He paused, eyes still very much trained on you.

“You’re just so beautiful..” It was said wistfully. A bashful expression crossed your face, and he took a much needed step back.

“Sorry! Sorry that was unprofessional. You’re supposed to be helping me and I’m distracting you. There is not much more I can provide about him other than the security footage that we reviewed. I’m sorry we can’t be more helpful.” You clear your throat, sliding your hands in your pockets.

“It’s alright. If you think of anything else. Please don’t be afraid to reach out. You have my contact information.”

“Yes, if anything comes to mind I’ll be sure to call. “

For a moment, you both just stand there.

You’ve known Harrison Wells for years. The man was labeled a genius by many. He was successful, handsome and apparently not that bad of a guy. None of your paths had ever crossed until today. You never thought much of him until you stepped through that door. As a detective, gut feelings have always been an aid in your life. That’s why the second you saw him in person, it felt..strange. He kept staring at you like you’d met before, and something about his presence felt almost powerful.

He was a billionaire, so that should have been expected.

But this was different.

You gaze at him, almost trying to figure him out.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

It’s not like he had set off any red flags. But you needed to figure out this particular mystery. Right after you found his gear.

“Have a good day Dr. Wells.”

“Yes! You too.” He offered a charming smile, and you turned, exiting the room.

~~~~

“Detective Morgan, always good to see a friendly face.”

You grin at the CSI officer.

“Mr. Allen, how is little Nora? Is she missing her favorite aunt?”

“Always.” He laughs. He looks a little preoccupied, but you can’t help but broach the question.

“Hey Barry, can I ask you something?” He looks intrigued now. You gesture to your office, and he follows. When he closes the door, he’s invested.

“Have you made any progress on the missing tech at star labs?”

He shook his head.

“No. Thankfully all that was stolen is a supercharged battery. It’s good to power a car at most, but not much else. It’s one of the newer modifications Star Labs has been working on. The charger inside allows a car to run with the battery for days and its solar charge. So as long as there’s a signal, the vehicle can go for weeks. My guess is this thief was just trying to make a quick buck.”

You nod, pulling a pen off your desk absentmindedly as you bounce it on your leg.

Barry tilted his head at the reaction.

“Why does it feel like you’re not as concerned about this criminal?”

He’d seen through that quickly. Not that you were surprised.

“How much do you know about Harrison Wells?” You can just see the excitement rise into his eyes.

“Enough to know the man is a revolutionary genius!”

Maybe Barry was the wrong person to ask. He was obviously biased.

“I know he’s the victim, and I don’t really get the vibe that he would set up his employee to steal something like this just to make more money. He’s literally swimming in wealth just by breathing.”

“So if he’s not a suspect, why are you so suspicious?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. You briefly contemplate telling him at all. If you were being honest it would only be a matter of time before he found out. Because you were going to bring this up with Iris whenever you both had free time anyway.

“Today in the office he was acting a little weird. That’s why I thought he was possibly in on it and just trying his best to distract me.”

“Weird how? What exactly did he say?”

“He said I was beautiful.” Your eyes are narrowed like you’re trying to solve some elaborate mystery.

Barry’s expression is blank for a moment, like he’s waiting for the punchline. It never comes.

“Are you kidding me! A guy compliments you and you immediately assume he’s a criminal.”

“W-What! No I-I…It was a gut feeling!!” You defend. Barry just begins laughing, and you frown.

“If you’re not going to help you might as well leave!!”

So he does, snickering on his way out. It earns some looks from your coworkers, and you roll your eyes.

Last time you rely on Barry for help.

~~~

“Can I have one coffee please.”

The barista gives a smile, and you move to take a seat as you wait for your order to be called. Your focus diverts to your cellphone as you scroll through messages from reports.

“Detective Morgan?” Your eyes lift at the familiar voice. Just then your order is called, and he’s standing at the counter. He nods to the barista who hands him the coffee with a smile. Harrison moves over to your seat. You simply watch as he places it down.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all.” He pulls out a chair, and you pocket your phone.

“Unfortunately we haven’t made much progress on your case. We’ve set up some interference in case he tries to sell it within the city. But if he’s already fled, then it makes it a bit more difficult. My contacts in DC are keeping me updated. “

Harrison smiles.

“I appreciate you working so diligently on my behalf.”

“It is my job.” You point out. He’s still wearing that warm smile that sort of disarms you. Because those eyes hold something akin to adoration and you’ve literally only spoken to this man once in your life. You weren’t such a naive soul to believe in something like love at first sight.

“Detective I was actually wondering if you would like to-”

You jump when you hear the glass at the door shatter. A canister rolls in, and you immediately go into fight mode.

“Everyone get done, cover your faces!!”

Your yell echoes, and a few of them react as instructed. But others aren’t so quick. The smoke is blinding, and instinctively you reach for your gun, but the second it’s within grasp, it’s flung out of your hand. You’re struck right in the stomach, and you grunt when your body hits the floor harshly.

“Nice try.” A male voice says.

People in the area are coughing, and you try to cover your face as you search for your weapon on the floor.

“Detective!!”

Harrison is calling for you, but you're still trying to gather your wits. You're still trying to pick yourself off the floor. Someone beats you to it. You’re grabbed by the back of your hair, yanked off the floor. Your cry of pain catches Harrison’s attention. Through the smoke and chaos his eyes catch your predicament, and anger rushes through his veins. You aren’t really sure how to explain what happens next. One minute you’re fighting in jitters, the next, you witness an explosion of green particles.

Your legs land on solid ground and you gasp.

“What the hell!!”

That sounds like the voice of your assailant. Your head whips to the back, and standing there is the very criminal you all had been searching for. He’s decked down in black clothing holding your gun in his hand and it’s pointed at Harrison.

“DR. WELLS!!”

You’re startled that he isn’t begging for his life, or even trying to run. His glare is fixated on Mr. Davies, and the man pulls the trigger to your horror. The bullet however does connect. The weapon disappears in those similar green sparks. When it reappears, Harrison is holding it in his hand. The bullet hits Davies right in the knee, and he drops to the ground in a cry of pain. You’re shocked, confused, relieved? You simply gape. There’s nothing else that really can be done. None of this really makes sense. When Harrison’s gaze finally moves to you, there’s relief, and a spec of guilt. Whatever this is. He has some serious explaining to do.

~~~

“Thanks Barry.”

He pats your shoulder.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

After finally gathering yourself, you managed to call back up. The street you stood on was now filled with at least three police cars and an ambulance. Harrison was giving his statement to the police. At least the altered version.

You’d given him specific orders after what you witnessed.

“Don’t say a word.”

It’s somewhat of a hiss. A warning.

You sound irritated, and also scared. He understands. He also knows the only reason you aren’t letting him expose his identity is so as to avoid a panic.

Harrison says nothing, simply nods.

The story was that you were both drugged and taken to this spot. It was pretty believable considering the circumstances. As you watch him from across your view, there is so much that needs to be said. But you can’t exactly apprehend him now in front of everyone and ask how he dissolved not just his body but your own as well as the criminal’s. None of this truly makes sense. When his eyes finally find you, it’s almost like he understood.

You would be waiting for that explanation.

~Later~

The knock on your door is as expected. You place your glass down, moving to open the door. Harrison is standing on the other side with a weak smile. You step aside, and he walks in. He adjusts his glasses. A nervous tick that you’ve picked up on.

For a while there is nothing but silence.

Harrison breaks it.

“You protected me.”

You scoff.

“Do you really think anyone would believe it if you told them what happened? I was saving myself paperwork.” He offers a smile.

“So I gave you a cover. Explain it to me. How the hell did you do that!”

You have a right to yell at him. You have no idea what’s going on and it terrifies you.

“In the simplest terms, I’m a time traveler. I can go back and forth through time.” You laugh, but there is no humor in there.

“You really expect me to believe that time travel is real.”

“You saw it with your own eyes.”

“I don’t know what I saw! For all I know you could have drugged me! Maybe you’re running some kind of scheme with your buddy Davies. The only reason he came after me is because my little interference put a block in his plans. Be straight with me, you both were accomplices and you used some kind of drug on me.”

Harrison takes a step closer, and you tense.

Your head is saying that you need to be weary, on guard. Because you still can’t explain what you saw.

Your heart however, that is the part that isn’t acting the way it should. The closer he gets, the faster the wave of beats seems to echo. Except this isn’t fear.

It’s something completely different.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“W-What are you talking about?!”

Harrison reaches for you, and rather than run away, you just stand there. His palm lands on your cheek, and you feel like the air has been squeezed out of you.

“I thought that I consciously made the decision to be here with you, but I think time led me here. Because we’re connected. “

“I-I barely know you..”

His smile is solemn.

“I know.”

You aren’t sure why his somber words make you feel so sad. Somehow your body just reacts, and you take a step forward, gripping his suit as you kiss him earnestly. Harrison is taken by surprise. You feel the way he tenses. But the longer your lips are pressed to his, the faster he falls into sync with your movements. You back him up, and he hits a wall with a soft grunt. You wish there was some way you could explain what was happening.

Why kissing this stranger felt like absolute heaven. But it didn’t make sense.

Nothing about this situation made any sense.

Yet, for some reason, at that moment you didn't even care.

Because this somehow feels..right.

[freshthoughts2020]

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[baynton]

the trophy is as tiny as his ass

his arse is small and cute and that's why it's so lovely 😤😤😤😤

[arkhadiaravenblack]

Last december, this once two-legged wanderer met this incredible triple threat and human being. Thank you, Mr. @cavanaghtom, it was a pleasure to finally meet you! #TomCavanagh #TheFlashCW #HarrisonWells #StarLabs #HarrisonWells #Ed #Scrubs #VanHelsing #GCC2022 #GCCDortmund #GermanComicConDortmund2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/CpFUEf8LNYf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ghosts-but-one-word-is-pussy]

Ideally, you want it about five pussies high

- Mary

[larryrickard]

Relationship: Ian/Gabriel Montoya (Bill 2015) Characters: Ian (Bill 2015), Gabriel Montoya (Bill 2015), Anne Hathaway Shakespeare Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal Summary: It’s something Ian had been thinking about for awhile. He’d been coming up with ideas on when, where, and how to ask her. But in the end, it was a very normal moment on a very normal day.

[hexcoreviktor]

tagged by @eyeldritch - thank you, val! 💕

Rules : 🎶 when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

$20 - boygenius

oil - gorillaz feat. stevie nicks

if this was a movie - taylor swift

ocean blvd - lana del rey

hunger - fatm

no pressure tags @harrisonwells @blakbonnet @reputation @johnsimms @skulandcrossbones @kendallroycos and whoever sees this and wants to share :) 💖

[atommadly]

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader Warnings: fluff, being a tease

𝘕𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.

Masterlist

Harry was deep in concentration, the lab eerily quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of keys on the keyboard and the occasional scribble of notes on a nearby pad. His brow was furrowed in that way you adored, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose as he leaned closer to the screen. He was so engrossed in his calculations that he didn’t hear you enter.

You lingered by the door for a moment, your gaze tracing over him like a lover’s caress. God, he was beautiful, in that rugged, imperfect way that made your heart race. His hair was tousled, probably from running his fingers through it in frustration, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms. You’d never thought forearms could be sexy, but Harry Wells had a way of proving you wrong.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile as your heart swelled with affection—and something much, much warmer. He had no idea how irresistible he looked like this: focused, driven, and completely unaware of you staring.

When Harry finally leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he studied the screen, you decided you couldn’t resist any longer. You crossed the room silently, your movements light and deliberate.

When you reached him, you placed your hands gently on his shoulders. Harry jumped slightly at the contact, startled, but relaxed almost instantly when he realized who it was. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a mix of fondness and mild exasperation. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” you said softly, though the teasing lilt in your voice suggested you weren’t sorry at all. Your thumbs began to knead gently into the tense muscles of his shoulders. “You’ve been at this for hours. What are you working on?”

Harry sighed, tilting his head slightly as if to encourage your touch. “Just a potential energy stabilizer for the portal framework. Nothing groundbreaking yet.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, leaning down so your mouth was close to his ear. “You’re always working on something groundbreaking, Harry. That’s why you’re the smartest man I’ve ever met.”

He chuckled softly at your words, but the sound hitched in his throat when your lips brushed against the shell of his ear as you spoke. It wasn’t intentional—was it?—but the effect was immediate. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and he tried to refocus his attention on the screen.

You noticed, of course. A small, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer. You could see the subtle tension in his shoulders, and it made you feel like you had all the power in the room. With deliberate slowness, you let your lips ghost along the curve of his neck, just barely brushing his skin, your warm breath fanning over him.

“Y/N,” Harry said, his voice low and strained. He didn’t turn to look at you, didn’t move away, but you could feel the tension building in him.

“Yes?” you asked innocently, your lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from his pulse. You could feel it thumping beneath his skin, and the thrill of it sent a shiver through your body.

“I’m trying to concentrate,” he said, though it came out more like a plea than a protest.

“Oh, I know,” you murmured, finally pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

Harry shuddered, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Y/N…” he tried again, but his voice faltered when you kissed him once more, this time a little firmer, a little slower.

“Hmm?” you prompted, trailing your lips down to the sensitive spot just above his collarbone.

“You’re—” He broke off with a sharp intake of breath, his head tilting to give you better access without even realizing it.

“I’m what?” you asked, your voice playful now, teasing him.

“Impossible,” Harry managed, though it came out more like a groan than actual words.

A grin spread across your face as your hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, pressing another kiss to his neck, then another, each one pulling him further from his focus. He wasn’t used to this—to being so thoroughly undone by someone with just a few soft kisses.

Suddenly, Harry spun his chair around, catching you off guard. Before you could react, he had you pulled into his lap, his hands settling firmly on your waist. He looked up at you with wide, dilated eyes, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted as if he were teetering on the edge of surrender.

“You’re going to kill me,” he rasped, his voice rough and breathless.

You leaned in, your hands framing his face as you smiled wickedly. “Then I guess I’ll just have to bring you back to life, won’t I?”

And with that, you kissed him, slow and deep and utterly unapologetic. Harry didn’t even try to resist this time. His hands tangled in your hair while his other hand stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting together as you tried to catch your breath.

“I think,” Harry said, his voice still shaky, “we need to set some ground rules if I’m ever going to get any work done.”

You laughed softly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Or you could just accept that you’ll never get anything done when I’m around.”

Harry shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” you quipped, leaning in for another quick kiss.

He didn’t deny it.

[skylarmoon71]

Flash - Masterlist

Harry Wells (Pain)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 - Final

Harry Wells (Love)

Oneshot

Cisco Ramon - (Dreams)

Oneshot

Eobard Thawne - (Traveler)

Oneshot

Extra 

Extra 2

Timeless Harrison Wells 

Oneshot

Extra

Extra 2

Extra 3

Timeless Wells (Speedster)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26 - Final

Eobard Thawne (Time Master)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 A

Chapter 10 B

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17- Final

Extra

Harry Wells (Healing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4- Final

Eobard Thawne - (Cupid)

Oneshot 

Extra 

Extra 2

Extra 3

Harry Wells (Smile)

Oneshot

Flash Imagine 

Oneshot

Extra

Harry Wells (Vampire)

Oneshot

Extra

Harry Wells (Angel)

Oneshot 

Extra

Eobard Thawne (AU) 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 -Final

Extra

Harry Wells (Witch)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 B- Final

Eobard Thawne (Choices)

Oneshot

Extra

Harry Wells (Boss)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Extra

Timeless Wells (Solider)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 - Final

E2 Harrison Wells (Metal)

Oneshot

Extra

Reverse Flash- Oneshot (Barrier)

Eobard Thawne- Oneshot (Empath)

Eobard Thwane Oneshot -(Change)

Harrison Wells (College Years) 

Oneshot

Extra 1

Extra 2

E2 Harrison Wells (Meta Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14- Final

Savitar (Change)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 A

Chapter 4 B

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Savitar 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6- Final

Extra

Eobard Thawne (Speedster)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23 - Final

HR Wells

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19- Final

[leftabit-leftabit]

tagged by these awesome peeps; @walkingcontradiction42  @audreythree @harrisonwells

Three ships: Obviously got to go with ma fav lil babies; DeCAPitation (Humph/Cap) Bbc Ghosts, Gentlebeard (Ed/Stede) OFMD, and Gabrian (Ian/Gabriel) Bill (2015).

Last song:  “Give and Take” - Poor Man’s Poison 

Last movie:  bill (2015)

Currently reading: A ten-tonne of Fanfics...👀👀👀 But physical book wise; “How to be a Tudor” By Ruth Goodman

Currently watching: Bbc Ghosts

Currently consuming: My meds. Which is also a reminder to take yours if you need them!!! 

Currently craving:  A good nights blooming sleep! 

Tagging - (No pressure. If you have already done this, I apologise) 

@historicalsnail @unusual-ly @thatgordongirl @spineless-lobster @thelastplantagenet @tonystarksfabulousass @ailendolin @sonnet-of-anarchyand anyone else who would like to do this 

[baynton]

nathew ✌🏻

getting a new deed poll asap

[arkhadiaravenblack]

Reverse Flash (Tom Cavanagh) de la série TV "The Flash" // Reverse Flash (TomCav) in the TV serie "The Flash" Mars 2022 // March 2022

[vinylattes]

thanks for the tag @harrisonwells !! <33

Are you named after someone? No, but the more important part was what the name stands for. Ma emphasized how it’s such a ‘manly’ name because she wanted me to be tough or something

When was the last time you cried? Last last Friday, I think

Do you have kids? No, and I don’t think I will

Do you use sarcasm a lot? No-o-o-o-o-o!

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Either eyes or behavior

What’s your eye colour? Brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies

Any special talents? Acting and writing

Where were you born? Philippines

What are your hobbies? Filmmaking, writing, photography, and anything crafts. I want get back to guitar and drums, but I’m not sure when

Have you any pets? Yeah, I love cats so much that even the cats of my relatives are technically mine now

What sports do you play/had played? Chess, badminton, soccer, darts, and table tennis— but I barely play any of these anymore except for chess and table tennis. I’ve also played a lot of Filipino games as a kid like sungka, luksong lubid, patintero, piko, tumbang preso, and many more I can’t remember

How tall are you? 5′2

Favourite subject in school? Filipino, HEKASI/Araling Panlipunan, English, and Social Sciences in general

Dream job? Either a filmmaker or a museum curator

tagging @hedgehog-png @autisticharrywells @gethisshithumptyfuckingdumptied @zaritarazi @ghostlyheart and anyone who’d like to do this! no pressure :>>

[larryrickard]

Relationship: Nigel the Plague Victim/Thomas Thorne (Ghosts TV 2019)

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, mini existential crisis, Fluff, Happy Ending

Part 5 of By the Fire

[streatfeild]

@its-a-hare-pom-pom tagged me to list 5 comfort characters. Thank you!!

1. Danny Taylor (Without a Trace) - Danny is so so so so special to me. All of Enrique’s characters are, but Danny is essentially the blueprint. There’s so many interesting facets about him and i love him

2. Adam Kenyon (The Thick of it) - what a guy. What a character. I have no idea what to say about him. You need to experience this prick. 100/10 absolute asshole i‘d do him

3. Kevin Ryan (Castle) - i haven’t thought about him in a long while but he‘s one of the most characters of all time for me. All the backstory i forced on him. So so so sorry hun ♥️ it’s a badge of honour i swear

4. Cap (BBC Ghosts) - do i even need to explain this one? I don’t think so.

5. i‘m not saying vex and i‘m not saying mike peabody because ben is already featured twice on this list SO i‘m going with Robert Karow (Tatort Berlin) instead. Again, what a character. I could write an entire novel here. He. My God do I love him. He‘s My Character, if i dare say so

I‘m tagging @witchkingofanmar @lesbianakaashi @harrisonwells @falle-ness @bunnyandthebull and whoever else wants to to this <3