#hr wells imagine

[sarawritestories]

You Have an Ending

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

XoXo Sara

[khayrrilrainxwells]

Flowers Of Love

HR Wells X Reader

A/N: Greetings, dear reader! I present to you my new fic, filled with passion and creativity. Your support through likes, reblogs, and comments would mean the world to me, and it would inspire me to continue writing. Thank you in advance for your encouragement!

Summary: Losing the love of her life was excruciating for (Y/N). In her grief, she longed for the impossible: a chance to turn back time and cherish their love once more, even if only in her dreams.

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You're sitting in a breathtaking flower field, its vibrant colors complementing the warm hues of the sunset painting the sky. By your side is your beloved boyfriend, HR, whose presence brings you immeasurable joy and contentment. Every date with him, no matter how simple or extravagant, fills your heart with love and excitement. Whether it's a romantic night out, a cozy movie night, or even a quiet breakfast together, as long as you're with HR, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. From the moment you first met him, you were apprehensive due to past encounters with other versions of Wells, but HR proved to be different—sweet, funny, handsome, and refreshingly down-to-earth. It's his simplicity that captivates you the most, and you consider yourself incredibly fortunate to have him in your life. Being with HR brings you a sense of tranquility that you've never experienced before. He always goes out of his way to ensure your happiness, and the thought of a life without him is unimaginable.

As you gaze at HR, a sweet smile graces your lips, reflecting the deep affection you hold for him. Your attention then drifts to the beautiful flowers that surround you both, their fragrant presence enhancing the romantic ambiance. You find yourselves lying in the grass, your head nestled in the crook of HR's arm, a cozy and intimate position. In his other hand, he holds a delicate red flower, a symbol of love and passion.

"Isn't it peaceful?" you ask, your voice filled with awe as you take in the serene atmosphere.

HR's eyes light up, and he twirls the red flower between his fingers before tenderly placing it behind your ear. As you breathe in the fresh scent of the flower, you shift your position to sit beside him, your eyes never leaving his face. The breathtaking sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and pink, mirroring the beauty you see in HR.

"Do you ever miss it?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness, as you twiddle the flower between your fingers, contemplating its delicate petals.

HR gazes at you, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He moves closer, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing your gaze to meet his.

"Miss what?" he asks, his voice tender and playful, a loving smile gracing his lips.

A mixture of emotions washes over you, and a bittersweet smile forms on your face, tears glistening in your eyes. You summon the strength to express the unspoken ache in your heart.

"B-being alive," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to meet his gaze.

HR's smile softens, and he sits beside you, his touch sending a comforting warmth through your body. He cups your face with gentle hands, causing your eyes to meet once again.

"I think it's time for you to wake up," he says, his voice filled with a tender sincerity. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. "Hopefully, you'll dream about me again."

As his words fade into the ether, HR slowly begins to vanish, leaving you alone in the enchanting flower field. A single tear cascades down your cheek, a testament to the depth of your love and longing. You awaken from the dream, your tear-stained eyes blinking open. Your hands tremble slightly as you wipe away the lingering tears, searching for solace.

Your gaze falls upon a framed photograph on the nearby table, holding a red, dried flower—a precious memento left behind by HR. With a bittersweet smile, you cradle the frame in your hands, pulling it close to your heart. It's a symbol of your enduring love and the cherished memories you shared. Though HR sacrificed himself, leaving a void in your life, you vow to keep his memory alive within your heart.

"Don't you worry, my love. I'm going to dream about you again," you whisper, your voice filled with determination and devotion. Placing the frame back on the table, you take a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the day ahead. While the ache of HR's absence may never fully dissipate, you're determined to honor his memory and find solace in the love you shared. With each passing day, you strive to carry his spirit within you, embracing the sweet moments you had together, and finding comfort in the dreams that bring you closer to him once more.

[hyukqi]

k.t.h. 🩵

drabble of… needy days with taehyun <3

smut, taehyun x reader, fem!reader, subby!mc >_<, meanie dom!taehyun, humiliation, spanking, name-calling, dirty talk

(been ia for a month whoopsies !! rmb when i said i daydreamed about taehyun to get through a power outage ?? ya this is it LMAO enjoy !!!)

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“oh g-god… tae please~~”

"what do you need, pretty girl?" taehyun asks, slowly pulling your panties down. "need my cock in your little cunt?" his fingers slide across your soaked pussy, running against your clit. "need me to fuck you hard and deep?"

nodding with wet tears dripping down your cheeks “p-please.. i..i can’t i need it now!” traces of ruined mascara and lip gloss are smudged across your face, in contrast to his well-maintained look.

"shit, you are so fucking sexy." taehyun groans, his hands rubbing your inner thighs teasingly. “pretty pussy" he murmurs, eyes fixated on your glistening sex, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt. "you want me to fill your tight little cunt up with my seed?" his cock eventually springs free, thick and hard, rubbing against your slick folds. the sight of it makes your mouth water immediately.

after guiding you to lie on your stomach, ass hiked up, taehyun pushes in slowly, feeling your walls stretch around him. he drills his hips deep inside of you until he feels like he’s a part of you, making you his <3

“nghhh—ah!” you can feel your eyes already rolling to the back of your head just from the insertion alone.

he breathes heavily, “there you go, slut… feel me stretching you? see how good it feels having my cock inside your hole? gonna fuck you dumb, mm?” fuck, does he fill you up so good… @_@

lifting his hips, taehyun pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, shoving his cock into your sensitive walls. with a sharp thrust and a wail reaching his ears he grunts out, “you love being fucked like this, don‘t you? god your greedy cunt is so tight.. fuckin’ sucking me in.”

you can only gasp for air between moans, completely consumed by the sensation of being filled by him. “o-oh~! hhah… tyun!!” you find yourself lost in the pleasure from his cock ruining your warm, wet cunt. pretty pussy’s leaking juices onto the bedsheets.. so stupidly eager, aren’t you?

noticing this, taehyun evilly smirks and picks up his pace even further, reaching for your clit with a swipe of his thumb, making you cry out in pleasure as he pumps into you. "you're so fucking wet," he growls, his voice low and rough. "i can feel you dripping all over me. missed me that much?”

“yes..y-yes!! missed you so much tyun! missed your co—mmphh!!!” at this point you were babbling incoherently into the sheets, rendered to nothing but a fucked-out mess.

“thaaat's it, baby. gonna make sure you can’t think about anything but me," taehyun moans, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you harder. his other hand found its way around your body, squeezing your breast roughly.

the sensation was too much for the both of you. your soaking velvety walls dragged across his girth perfectly with each thrust to your gummy spot. you swear birds were circling around your head from just how good taehyun aggressively turned you into his personal cocksleeve.

whining as your head lolls against the mattress, big eyes swelling up with tears that stream down your pretty face. knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the sheets in attempt to stabilize your position, grinding your hips in coordination with taehyun’s thrusts. you hear him hiss from behind as you’re swirling your abused pussy around him.

taehyun’s marveling at the sight before him. he’s got you all spread out completely at his mercy, biting his lip to hold back a moan from watching your pussy engulf him whole. he could tell you’re close by the way you’re creaming on his cock sticky with your juices and clenching repeatedly. a filthy smirk forms on his face as he basks in the sounds of your loud whimpers and cries echoing throughout the room. nasty moans are getting so embarassingly high-pitched. “so fucking noisy… could you be any more louder?” taehyun taunts, his voice deep and harsh.

with cheeks flushing in humiliation and eyes blinking back hot tears, your forehead tilts down. you quickly scramble to shut yourself up by efforts of muffling your moans into your arm and shoving your fingers in your tiny mouth. both attempts were futile as small weak hiccups slipped its way out, and frankly you just sounded more pathetic as ever!

“are you that stupid? did i say to be quiet?”

your body flinches, ears twitching in surprise.

taehyun suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair harshly yanking you up till your back is flushed against his chest and a strained moan creeps up his ears. he leans in closer to whisper, his dick plunged deep into your cervix, “let me hear you, pretty.”

and with that taehyun lets go of your hair, your limp body falling forward, warm walls still fluttering around him, and head n mind oh so fuzzy. almost immediately does he give you a spank to your ass, an imprint of a gorgeous crimson color plastered on your skin.

taehyun’s gaze that was raking down your spine was interrupted by the throw of his head back, a soft hiss at the feeling of a tight clench gripping around the sides of his cock. the intensity of his slap has got you shuddering and spasming, crying out in ecstasy, and toes curling in.

momentarily, taehyun just stares at you almost in a mix of disbelief and amusement, meanly laughing at your pathetic release. “did you just cum from that? hah… maybe i should spank you more often, hm?”

and his pace picks back up, hips fucking you into oblivion, relishing in your screams and legs trembling of overstimulation…

“fucking take it all like a good girl.”

[hlozt]

Edict of Fire

[shopcat]

i know the whole drama of it has been milked out of the situation already but the gaang not knowing fucking Anything about zuko is so fascinating and funny to think about really like he seriously was just some guy to them. who hated them for a reason they didn't quite understand other than he was a cartoon villain. and threw firecrackers at their feet like a neighbourhood bully. i also think from this there's the potential funniest and maybe saddest misunderstanding ever based on just how little they know about him at all + with some combination of misheard/unheard lines and some handwaving on the gaang's tendency to take things at face value and if all else fails a proclivity to assume anything strange was Weird Royal Stuff or undercover identities which could lead to a conversation something like ↓

"my father is evil and i want to help you stop him" "what" "what" "what do you mean your father is evil i thought he was, like... comparatively nice" "WHAT" "SORRY wow i guess we didn't realise i mean i DID have some misgivings at first and all but he was at least seemingly nice to us when we met him and–" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MET HIM" "well toph met him in the woods that one time which i still am not totally clear on–" "WHAT" "but i mean he's always just like kind've around isn't he right" "NO" "you can't just say NO he's literally always following you around. we thought it was kind of sweet actually and he SEEMED concerned for you" "sokka you KNOW i don't understand metaphors" "wh– I'M SPEAKING CLEARLY. he was PHYSICALLY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND" "I WOULD KNOW IF THAT WAS HAPPENING. and you would all be DEAD" "okay well that's kind of insulting no offense to your dad but i feel like i could probably kick him over and his bones would just shatter" "WHY" "BECAUSE HE'S OLD" "HE'S 42" "FORTY– well. he does not keep it tight i guess in that case" "you're literally sick" ("sokka stop being mean to zuko he's probably already upset that we have to fight his father now") "what do you mean NOW. you've had to fight him this WHOLE TIME" "what" "my father is the FIRELORD" "WHAT" "WHAT" "NO. YOUR DAD IS THAT OLD GUY WITH THE BEARD" and then zuko would start like genuinely ugly crying and they wouldn't know what to do

[skunkes]

experiencing a weird thing where im trying to go to sleep earlier (because im tired and sleepy) but i take so long to fall asleep its the exact same thing as just going to bed late...feel so hopeless and i always end up tired either way... im very big on "i can always try again tomorrow" mentality in any way it can be interpreted (interactions with others, mood, the amount of work i do etc) but its so hard to Try Again when you're always too tired to do anything...

[forcedhesitation]

stop fucking flirting with me, you rancid little man

[soldier-poet-king]

MADE MYSELF SAD BY ACCIDENT WEEKEND RUINED ALREADY

[marvelsgirl616]

so so so so so many thoughts. :)

[chirpsythismorning]

🎨 🖼️ 🌈 🩹 🧍🏽💡 🔮⚡️☄️

How Can I Be Sure by The Young Rascals

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[kitkatt0430]

Reverb is threatening to kill the Flash in front of his doppelganger when Zoom runs up. About to be killed instead of doing the killing, Reverb's inter-dimensional breach ability kicks in instinctively beneath his feet, sending Reverb plummeting to another world like he's an evil version of Alice in a not-so-Wonderland.

Because he lands in front of an alternate version of Harrison Wells who insists on being called HR, keeps flirting with Reverb, and definitely doesn't look adorable with how he stims with drumsticks all the time.

Of course this new Earth isn't actually safe for Reverb either. Turns out there's an entire division of people with powers just like his and they enforce the laws regarding people not leaving their Earth and people from other Earth's not visiting. HR helps Reverb evade them and Reverb's own powers help him hide from them to some degree as well, but he's quickly realizing that he's a bit out of his depth and perhaps not as unique or god-like as he'd originally thought.

When HR's reputation is destroyed by something he'd been doing - with reservations - for the love of a friend, the whole situation makes Reverb's blood boil. HR takes Reverb's offer of killing Randolf Morgan in vengeance as a joke and instead... asks to run away with Reverb. Anywhere. Everywhere.

If anyone can show him the multiverse's wonders and keep him safe from his own world's vibers, it's Reverb. HR has faith in him.

And, well... no one would blame Reverb for kissing him after that, right?

[sysig]

I mean, while I’ve got you here- (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

[khayrrilrainxwells]

Bug Bite

HR Wells X Reader X Harry Wells

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tags: @eonash @gaminggirlsstuff

[divorcetual]

The meower

[th1yper]

— Davesprite. i heart you. Please come home I need you.

[cowboy-anon]

CW: Pet whump It’s Take Your Pet to Work Day and everyone is bringing like their dogs and cats and stuff and then someone walks in with their human whumpee on a leash-