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[thedc-verse]

Spreading The Love (Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader x HR Wells)

Summary HR, Reader and Harry wake up in the same bed.

Warning: F-Bomb, implied sex, swearing, talk about sex

Note: Found some old request that I thought I had posted. Sorry it's taking me 500 years. Shits happened. Also I'm considering writting for Supergirl and Batwoman. I know I've been mostly flash and DC Lot but I'm finally expanding... Slowly.... I'm sorry... I wish I was more active. I genuinely do. 💔.

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You're not sure how it happened but you, Harry, and HR had woken up in the same bed. Your bed. You would have never known the two men were laying next to you in your queen-sized bed had it not been for the loud crack of thunder that awoke you that morning. The rumble was explosive, setting off car alarms all down the streets of Central City. The thunder waking you with a jolt, you sat straight up momentarily confused by your abrupt consciousness. When you fully grasped at what happened you heard a small yet clear groan from the floor, you had managed to knock Harry out of bed. Not a moment later HR stirred. "Harry?" You asked confusedly. "Why are you in my house?" He sat up still on the floor, he looked past you at a sleepy HR. "HR?" He asked now even more confused. You raised a brow and followed his line of sight. Your eyes widened at the shirtless HR. "What the f-" Lightning truck the ground outside your window. With the momentary burst of light, you noticed the rest of HR was just as bare.

Quickly turning away from him you look at Harry, also naked and exposed you averted your gaze. Quickly you clutched your sheets to your chest but it was no use. Your chest had been exposed far too long to leave anything to the imagination. The three of you sat for a moment, no one spoke or looked at each other. You panicked, trying to recall any of last night, but it was as if last night hadn't occurred. As if you all had the same idea at once, which you most likely did, you all stood up ignoring each other and start searching for your clothes. The awkwardness was unbearable.

“How did this happen?” Harry grunted as he grabbed his pants and slipped his right leg in them. You tried to turn on the lamp but nothing came on. The electricity must have gone out. You couldn't see well and you didn't want to walk across the room to get new clothes while naked.

Moonlight shining threw your bedroom window was the only source of light. You finally found your shirt on the floor. It was almost completely under the bed. “Psst.” HR whispered. "Hey," He whispered a little louder to get Harry’s attention from the other side of the bed. He had put on his shirt and scarf and now held up a pair of pants in his right hand. “Harry.” He whispered again. “What!” Harry snapped breaking the trend of whispering. “Those are my pants.” He pointed to Harry who had the jeans halfway up his legs. “What?” Harry paused his movements. “These are yours.” HR raised his hand that held the pants. "Harry well that makes sense. I knew these were too tight." Harry glanced down at his legs contemplating if he should take off the skinny jeans. “. . . Fuck it.” He shrugged pulling the jeans up to his waist. His double watched slightly surprised, after all, Harry did hate skinny jeans. Once Harry zipped up the pants HR shrugged putting on the more breathable pants.

”What happened to your face?” Harry asked finally looking at him. “What happened to yours?” HR retorted seeing the black around his eye. You pulled your shirt over your head before reaching further under your bed and blindly slapping your hand around until you felt a familiar plastic handle. You smiled to yourself pulling out your camping lantern and turning it on, your loft glowed insignificantly brighter. You frowned slightly remembering it was brighter during the last blackout.  

“What the hell happened?” Harry whisper-yelled at HR. “Me? What makes you think I know?” Hr placed a hand over his chest defensively. “Because whenever something goes wrong it's usually your fault!” Harry argued, to this HR rolled his eyes, shifting so his back faced Harry. 'They act more like brothers then doppelgangers.' You thought with a sigh as you grabbed your pants. The two men bickered as you put on your pants. You were getting a headache from all this chaos. You rubbed your temples as you walked downstairs. “This is ridiculous, Harry. I did nothing wrong.” You heard HR protesting voice fade as you made your way down the steps.

'No, what’s ridiculous is waking up in bed with two men, or was it one? Same man different bodies. . . I need an aspirin.' Walking into the kitchen section and opening the fridge you grab a water bottle. As you opened the medicine cabinet you made a mental note to reorganize it. "What a mess." You grumbled finally finding the aspirin. You heard quick footsteps come down the stairs as you swallowed the capsule. You glanced at the clock on your stove curiously. The clock was blacked out. "Great..."

“So I’m guessing you don’t remember last night either?” HR asked entering the kitchen. “Not really... All I know is that the three of us must have had sex . . .” You squinted at them not liking how that sounded. Nor sure if that was the best way to word it. "I mean doppelgangers are technically the same person... so was it actually a three-way?" Harry averted his gaze to stare at the floor, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Well yes and no..." He trailed off. You handed placed both the aspirin bottle and your water on the countertop for them to use. HR wasted no time grabbing the medication and taking two tablets. He tried to hand the bottle to Harry but he pushed it away annoyed. “Gross. I’m not drinking after you.” He spat. You patted his shoulder tiredly. “No telling what you did last night. Just drink it.” You said heading to the couch. HR offered then now disturbed Harry the drink again. Harry glared at HR while he ripped the bottle from his hand harshly. He rolled his eyes as he drank from the bottle. After he finished his drink he opened the front door and left. HR grabbed his hat and followed after him.

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You were running late. You overslept big time. 'I knew I shouldn't have tried to squeeze in a nap. I rest everything but the alarm clock. Smooth.' You scolded yourself. As you stepped onto the elevator your phone pinged.

New Message from Cisco: WHERE ARE YOU!!!!

"Oh great." You muttered hitting your floor on the elevator. You glanced at the clock as you typed a response back. 'Holy shit. 8:40. I'm two hours and forty minutes late. That's almost three hours! Three! That's way too many. Can I get fired? But I love this job! My friends wouldn't fire me, right? Barry is kind of too nice and a push over...No, of course, they wouldn't fire you. Just calm down. You're only freaking out because of what maybe-no-definitely happened last night...' You stepped off the elevator and headed to the Cortex.

As walked in you were greeted by Cisco. “Hey, Y/N," He said smiling cheerily as he slings an arm around your shoulder. "Let’s threesome this afternoon.” You stopped walking. “I’m sorry, what?” Barry, Caitlin, Harry, and HR turned around curiously. In doing so you could now fully see Harry's deep black eye and HR's bandaged up nose. “Let’s do something this afternoon?” Cisco repeated confusedly, his voice going high pitched as he let go of you. “Oh, No thanks I can barely stand.” You said walking to your desk. You placed your work files and laptop on the desk. “Why can you barely stand?” He asked rather loudly. You paused again, internally swearing, you glanced at the doubles before turning around to face the others fully.

HR suffocated on his coffee gasping for air at Cisco's words. Harry squinted questioningly at HR not sure why he had suddenly inhaled if favorite beverage. You saw the connection click in his eyes as they both turned to you. “How come I what?” You raised a brow, playing dumb. This time Barry spoke up. “You said you can barely stand. Why?” You glanced from Barry to Cisco to Barry. The speedster made a face as if asking, 'Are you gonna tell us?’ as he shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I said I can barely stand... today. As in if I’m this tired now, how would I have any energy to do anything tonight. I'll tell you how." You pointed at them. "I won't. I’ll be dead asleep.” You laughed awkwardly. "Anyways we need to make up for the lost time. Barry, hurry up." You attempted to change the topic smoothly, but when Cisco opened his mouth to question you, you grabbed Barry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

You just wanted the day to be over and you would like as little questioning as possible. Even if you wanted to answer, which you didn't, you couldn't remember anything anyway. For all, you know the three of you decided the room was too hot, took off your clothes, and then passed out drunk. Maybe nothing happened and this would make for a funny story later. You think back to this morning. After the doppelgangers left without a word you sat on the couch for an hour trying to make any sense of the situation. Part of you wished you'd just stayed asleep, you'd have never known anything happened and life would be fine.

Once you had entered the speed lab Barry couldn't help but ask, “What was that about?” You glared at him as you took your position behind the monitor. “Just run.” He raised a brow curiously but did as he was told. While Barry was running you tried to focus on his speed but your mind kept drifting off. A few laps into the test you started to remember bits of last night. It flashed through your head so fast and on loop until the fragments made a story of what had actually happened the night before.

HR had shown up at the bar where yourself, Caitlin, and Cisco were drinking. He must have a bunch of coffee because he was talking way to fast to understand what he was saying. You honestly couldn't remember a word he said. You vaguely remember ordering a drink before Harry showed up. His hair was ruffled as if he'd been running, his cheeks were red and he was out of breath. His chest puffed in and out clearly taking deep breaths as he scanned the bar rapidly. He looked determined. His eyes met yours and then suddenly the three of you were at your loft. 'HR was kissing me or was it, Harry? . . . It was HR. He was wearing a scarf.' The three of you managed to get up the stairs without falling, 'I was laying on my bed and... HR and Harry got into a fight? What were they saying? Leave? Just tell her?' Tell me what?' HR pushed Harry onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. They wrestled, Harry got on top for a brief second before HR flipped them over... 'Kind of looks like they were... oh god! Wait-! Where did Harry’s shirt go? Where are my pants? Harry’s pulling me to him...HR’s taking off his shirt behind Harry.

“/N. Y/N!” Barry yelled as he walked out of the track. “Are sure you're ok?" He asked. “I’m fine.” You huffed. You might not remember what happened after that but your body did. It was reacting in ways not safe for work. You crossed your legs instinctively.  

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It was now the end of the day and you had to work up the courage to get the work you left in the Cortex, which is where both HR and Harry would most likely be. When you walked in you were alone, the cortex being completely empty was rare so a quick beeline for your desk was suitable. No one around to question why you're in a hurry and you didn't want to waste this opportunity. HR popped out of nowhere, you flinched in surprise at his bright smiling appearance. Which at this point shouldn't be a surprise, showing up out of nowhere was his thing. “I remember.” His smile grew. “What?" Both you and Harry blurted. Jumping again at the sound of another voice entering the conversation. Your face flushed embarrassed your not a jumpy person but clearly, you were more on edge than you thought.

“You told me you didn’t remember,” Harry growled as he approached you both. “Well when you asked me if I remembered, I thought about it and it started coming back to me. I don’t see what the big deal is you almost died when you got your memory back. Muttering “I’d never do that.” and then you glared at me.” He shrugged. Your head snapped to Harry. “You remember? How much?”

“You say that like you want to know.” Harry scoffed turning to leave. “I remember how you got your black eye and how HR broke his nose.” You smirked crossing your arms over your chest. "How did either of you explain that to the others?" Harry turned to face you. His mouth opened but HR cut in. “And what happened next was quite a sight-” “Don’t!” Harry's voice cracked as held up a hand to his doubles mouth. “Oh, so you remember that too?” HR smirked, 'Since when did he smirk?'

“I’d rather not,” Harry grumbled as he stared at the floor. “So where does this leave us?” You asked. “What do you mean?” They asked in unison. “Aren’t we gonna piece the night back together, figure out what lead to this?” Harry glimpsed at the entrance. “It was a one night stand.” Harry deadpanned. "A one time mistake." He stated firmly before brushing past you.

You watched him leave.

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Until I was 12 years old, Ms. Lane, I was as human as you are. This planet is the only home I’ve ever known. And I would sacrifice anything to protect her.

Superman: Red Son (2020), dir. Sam Liu

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Nash Wells in The Flash 6.13 “Grodd Friended Me”

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Barry Allen + Other Barry Allens

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Is There A Problem Officer? Part 2 (Leonard Snart x Reader x Mick Rory)

Part 1

Note: This turned out differently then I had intended. Hope you like it.

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"Drop you weapon." Leonard stated. "Nobody has to get hurt." You rolled your eyes. "I know." You laughed. "But they might." You pressed the gun flat against Jax head. Snart sighed. "You want a hostage? Take me." He set his gun down. Jax gave a narrow glare at Snart mumbling he's not a kid.

"No offense Officer but your a bit to tall for me to drag out of here." He started slowly making his way to you. "Don't move!" You warned. He wasn't that far from you few feet or so. He continued to step closer. You pointed your gun at him. "I said-"

Bang!

Snarts eyes widened.

Dropping your grip from Jax and the gun, the only sound was the gun striking the floor.

You clutched your ribs.

Blood.

A lot of blood.

You glanced at the direction it came from. A real officer stood, arm's extend, gun pointed and clearly in shock. He must be a rookie you though so briefly it was gone in a blink.

The pain suddenly hit you.

You groaned as Leonard came to you side. He moved to grab under your arm and legs. "Mick start the car!" He yelled as the pyro ran off with Jax. "Everything is fine. As you were." He announced to the audience of witnesses before disappearing out the door and to the police car they might have actually stolen. Leonard sat down in the back, your head resting on his shoulder. You groaned from his rapid movements.

You blinked up at him. "Hurry and get us to the ship. She's lost a lot of blood." Mick drove a while he was speeding but it felt like hours. "Damn it Mick! Hurry!" You watched Leonards face change from angry yelling to worried over and over again. Or maybe it was in your head. You'd lost a lot of blood.

You thought about the first time you met the cold hearted smartass and pyro. Of course your didn't get along with the two criminals at first. You hated people who had no regard for others. And you really hated seeing people in a life of crime when they could be doing better things and helping others. Your life would have probably turned out different if a cop was the one who shot your dad instead of his friend. You would have grown up hating the system and end up just as bad off as your childhood friends, which had done time more than once. 

You know Leonard and Mick were good people. They would never admit, to prideful, but they would have preferred a better life. They had dreams as kids too. They didn't want to rob banks but it's what they got. They have this rough past and broken childhood that they are proud of and claim that it was fine. "Made us who we are." "Made us stronger." "Wouldn't change a thing." But you can see it when you look at them.

Even though they are happy with life and how it played out there is still a longing for something or someone. "Everyone's a criminal it just depends on who your stealing from. Do you want to steal from the citizens in the name of the law or steal from the rich in the name of feeding your family." It was dumb, something an old friend told you once, but you thought of it often. Your not much better than them. That's when you started respecting the two and soon you three became friends. 

You smiled at the memory of when Leonard was surprised you didn't refer to him as scum but by his name for the first time. Or when Mick got a you a book he said, "Not gonna ask if I stole that?" Which was something you had asked him often. It was funny to see them so confused. Your smile grew remembering his confused expression. 

You groaned as you went over a speed bump hard.

"I always wanted to die on the job." You smiled slowly, eyes hooded. "Your not gonna die Y/n." He stated sternly. "Did I ever-" You groaned. The pain spiked as you moved. "Tell you why I became a cop." Your eyes fluttered shut trying to ignore the pain, the bullet was still hot and it burned with every breath. Leonard laughed. "Don't do this. Don't tell me such inspiring things like this is your end. Your not gonna die." You laughed then winced. "My dad was a criminal. He died on heist, I didn't wanna be like him." You smiled weakly opening your eyes to look at him but they felt heavy, you could feel your breath becoming shorter. "So I became the exact opposite... But I'm gonna die the same way." Your smile dropped as you went limp in his arms.

"Y/n?"

"Y/N!"

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Part 3?

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I love your fills! They are amazing. Could you do a fiction where Barry and Hartley are de-aged and Harrison is in charge of them cause Caitlin says so. I want to see just cute adorable fights between Hartley and Barry over who is more favorite to Harrison. Harrison could be amused or just just plain fish out of water. Your choice. I just want some fluffy moments among these three. 😆😆

Note: I’m assuming you mean Harrison as in Eo-wells.

“Oh this is just great!” Harrison yelled throwing his hands up before wheeling into the room. “Mr. Harrison who do you like more.” Barry asked now the size of a four year old. A smaller boy with darker hair walked over and pushed Barry out of the way. “Obviously it’s me!” He yelled.

Hartley… Of course that was you.

Harrison turned around to find Catlin typing away at the computer. “When you said degressed. I thought you meant mentally.” He huffed. “Well when I called you, yes, now… not so much. Barry peed his pants so he’s wearing a diaper but Hartley is very well potty trained so don’t worry.” Catlin shrugged. Still typing at the computer. “How did this happen? And since when did we have emergency diapers?” Harrison asked rubbing his temple.

Catlin finished typing and finally turned to him. “Not sure I was running some test on them but the results won’t be in until tomorrow around this time. Your in charge of them, and I had to go by diapers.” Catlin summed up before grabbing her purse. “Wait why do I have to watch them?” Harrison protested. “Because I’m late for a date with Ronnie.” She smiled before exiting the cortex.

Harrison glanced at his watch.

8:45pm

“Mr. Harrison?” Barry asked. Harris turned around to face the small boy. “I’m hungry.” He muttered. “Fine we’ll get take out.”

Harrison had unlocked one of the bedrooms they had and made sure both boys stayed seated at the small table as they ate their burgers. “Gross! Ta-mate-os!” Hartley yelled pulling out the red fruit. He glanced between the tomato slice and Barry before he grinned. Without a second thought he through it at Barry, effectively landing and sticking to his lower eye and upper cheek. “Aaaaaahhhhh!” Barry squealed. Barry started to cry and Harrison awkwardly pulled Barry into his lap when the boy ran to him for comfort.

“Hartley!” Harrison bit. The glasses wearing boy eyes teared up as he looked down. “I’m sowy.” He mumbled.

Later that night Harrison had gotten Hartly and Barry to sleep. It wasn’t that late but he felt a nap would do them some good. Harrison took Barry to the room next door just as a precaution. When Harrison went to check in on Barry he was expecting to see him a sleep as well but the small boy was curled into his knees, up right. “Why aren’t you asleep?” Harrison asked rolling up to the boy. Barry looked up. “Sorry but my…um…” Harrison raised an eyebrow suddenly smelling the mess he’d made. “Oh… Why didn’t you tell me?”

Barry glanced to his right, he noticed the diapers box sitting on the small table. “It’s weird. I’m always late.” He muttered. “Just lay down I’ll take care off it.”

After changing Barry, he tried to calm him down. “I’m not sure how old you are four maybe 6? Point is it’s okay to be a little behind or slow.” Momentarily hating his own words because, being slow is the exact reason he’s still here. He helps Barry into bed and watches over him till he fell asleep.

The next morning was difficult.

“I’m the favorite!”

“Nah ah!”

“Yes I am!”

“Why are you the favorite!”

“I don’t pee my pants!”

“I- I don’t!” Barry stammered.

Hartley still full of sass, “Yes you do! Your just a baby! And babies always need help! You can’t do anything! So how would you be favorite!” Barry was ready to cry once again. ‘God, was he always like this?’ He thought to himself as he wheeled over. “Hey now boys. Let’s be nice.”

Hartley wasn’t having it. He stomped his little foot and yelled, “Pick!” Harrison raised a brow at this. “Hartley no. We don’t pick favorites.” The sassy boy shakes his head aggressively. “No your a lier! You won’t say because he is!” A single tear rolled down his face before he ran off.

Harrison sits Barry on his lap and follows where he ran off. “Hartley that’s not true!” No response. “Barry is he under the bed?” The little speedster slides down his leg and gets on all fours. “Mr. Harrison I think he’s crying.” Barry said softly. “Hartley come here.” After a few minutes the boy did. Harrison picks them both up and sets them in his lap. “I don’t have a favorite ok? So neither of you be sad.” The two glanced at each other and then nodded.

“Good now who wants to-ah!” Both boys suddenly shoot up to fully grown adults again. Both still in his lap they look at him with a questioning look. Harrison, “Get off me.” Barry and Hartley both race to get off him and stare down at him. “What happened?” Barry asked. He pats his hip. “Am I wearing a- I’ll be back.” And with that his red streak is behind him.

Harrison sighs. “Thank God. I was gonna lose my mind.”

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MASTER LIST

Note: Underlined = Linked, NOT Underlined = Coming Soon

E-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader

I’m Not Into That!

Something Like That

Wait What

Cold Pt.1 Pt.2

The Cure

Jesse’s Dad

Screwing In The Furniture 

Day Off

Wet

Age Gap

Dating Harry Would Include...

Chat: Confidence

E-19 Harrison “HR” Wells x Reader

Drumsticks Pt. 1 Pt. 2 and AU Part 2

Coffee Beans

Drummer Boys Drummer Girl

Drumming To The Rythm Of My Own Beat

House

Seducing The Ladies

Barry Allen x Reader

Meant To Be

A Little Bite Of Barry

Chat: Single People Problems

E-2 Barry Allen x Reader

Far From Home

Golden Glasses

E-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader x Barry Allen

High School In A Flash (AU)

I Just Wanna Run Pt. 1 Pt.2

Savitar!

Chat: Savitar, Cisco, and Me

Caitlin Snow x Reader

Dating Caitlin Snow Would Include...

Harrison "Harry" Wells x Reader x HR Wells

Spreading The Love Part 1

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LEGENDS OF TOMORROW 

Mick Rory x Reader

Fire

Ray Palmer x Reader

An Excuse To Talk To You

It’s A Marry Christmas

Leonard Snart x Reader

Forgetting You

Leonard Snart x Reader x Mick Rory

Is There A Problem Officer? Part 1 Part 2

Ray Palmer x Reader x Mick Rory

Imagine: Grow A Pair

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NOT X READER

Harrison takes care of Baby Barry and Hartley

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MASTER LIST

Note: Underlined = Linked, Not Underlined = Coming Soon.

E-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells

I’m not into that!

Something like that

Wait what

Cold Pt.1 Pt.2

The Cure

Jesse’s Dad

Screwing In The Furniture

Day Off

Wet

Age Gap

Dating Harry Would Include…

Chat: Confidence

Barry Allen

Meant to be

A little bite of Barry

Chat: Single People Problems

E-2 Barry Allen

Far from home

Golden Glasses

E-19 Harrison “HR” Wells

Drumsticks

Coffee beans

Drummer Boy’s drummer girl

Drumming To The Rhythm Of My Own Beat

House

Seducing The Ladies

E-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader x Barry Allen

High school in A Flash (Au)

I just wanna run Pt.1 Pt.2

Savitar!

Chat: Savitar, Cisco and Me.

Caitlin Snow

Dating Caitlin would include…

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LEGENDS OF TOMORROW

Mick Rory

Fire

Ray Palmer

An Excuse To Talk To You

It’s A Marry Christmas

Leonard Snart

Forgetting You

Leonard Snart x Reader X Mick Rory

Is There A Problem Officer?

Ray Palmer x Reader X Mick Rory

Imagine: Grow A Pair

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I'm not dead

I noticed something is wrong with my master list and I wish someone would have told me. And I keep forgetting to fix it and then I when I do fix it the links still aren't working. But I'm gonna fix it for sure soon.

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MASTER LIST

Note: Underlined = Linked, Not Underlined = Coming Soon.

E-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells

I’m not into that!

Something like that

Wait what

Cold Pt.1 Pt.2

The Cure

Jesse’s Dad

Screwing In The Furniture

Day Off

Wet

Age Gap

Dating Harry Would Include…

Chat: Confidence

Barry Allen

Meant to be

A little bite of Barry

Chat: Single People Problems

E-2 Barry Allen

Far from home

Golden Glasses

E-19 Harrison “HR” Wells

Drumsticks

Coffee beans

Drummer Boy’s drummer girl

Drumming To The Rhythm Of My Own Beat

House

Seducing The Ladies

E-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Reader x Barry Allen

High school in A Flash (Au)

I just wanna run Pt.1 Pt.2

Savitar!

Chat: Savitar, Cisco and Me.

Caitlin Snow

Dating Caitlin would include…

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LEGENDS OF TOMORROW

Mick Rory

Fire

Ray Palmer

An Excuse To Talk To You

It’s A Marry Christmas

Leonard Snart

Forgetting You

Leonard Snart x Reader X Mick Rory

Is There A Problem Officer?

Ray Palmer x Reader X Mick Rory

Imagine: Grow A Pair

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Do you still write for this blog? Are you willing to write for any of the villains? Like the Legion of Doom from Legends for example.

Yes I do STILL write for this blog. I'm behind on my request because of writers block and I am currently looking for a job. And yes I will write for the Villians.

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Imagine being in a 2-person book club with Mick.

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Flash writers: maybe if we drop HR’s name into the list of people Barry has lost during the therapy scene the fans will think team Flash actually cared about him :))

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Harry's memory loss is killing me! But I still love him!

…. I’m *not* crying over today’s episode of The FLASH…

Nope… these are not tears… not tears at all…

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But that doesn't mean I don't love Ralph. It's just a little said that no body cares about HR anymore. Like I didn't know how much I was in love with him till he died. I was like "HR's okay." And then he fucking died, and I broke down. I cried so hard through the episodes I didn't even finish watching it. And when I tried to rewatch it I would cry all over again. (I had to rewatch it three times so I could make it all the way through the episode.) I didn't leave my room for a couple of days after that. And I understand that HR wasn't needed in season 4 but you didn't have to kill him off. He could have moved away with Tracy!

Don't get me wrong, I love Ralph too. But he's an asshole sometimes and makes jokes at really, really wrong times and it feels like most if the fandom hates him. He is scared and has trust issues because of his past. And he finally put his faith in Team Flash and then he dies because he did the right thing. Which I feel is the only reason people are making a big deal out of it.

HR died a Hero because the writers for some reason like Iris and HR had no purpose the next season. (Iris is very controlling and manipulative to Barry and Team Flash, she acts like she's the only one who's been through hell and back, but that's a different rant.)

Ralph dies and it's just for shock appeal. So that the audience either goes. "No!" Everyone even the people that don't like him are ganging together wanting him to come back, and they know he is going to come back because he's in the comics. And that's why people are freaking out, cause if he's dead then how does he become a hero, blah blah blah.

Kind of got of topic but the point is it's sad that nobody (very few people) cared about HR.

*HR annoys team Flash*

*Ralph annoys team Flash*

HR: *dies a hero*

Team Flash: o well what can you do

Ralph: *dies a hero*

Team Flash: OMG I was honestly Ralph’s biggest fan I miss him so much my heart is broken I’ll never be the same rip ralph

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to find a home - ray palmer x stark!reader

character: ray palmer (arrow, legends of tomorrow) + special guest appearance by tony stark.

requested: no.

words: 2566

warnings: none really, just like… an implicit post smut scene at the end??? nothing really graphic. also, pure fluff.

summary: ray and the reader are stuck on the parallel universe which is the reader’s home.

author’s note below.

Tony Stark… intimidates Raymond Palmer.

Ray prefers to admit it that way than to use the expression ‘scares the crap out of him’, just for self-esteem issues, really. Not scared, scared, y’know, because he’s at least three inches taller than the man (that’s what Stark had said, but both geniuses know that Ray passes him by six whole inches) and he’s as smart as the older man is, could probably pretend to be smarter with the three PHD’s under his belt. They were both incredibly rich, incredibly intelligent, and amazingly good heroes.  There should be really nothing to be intimidated about.

“Hey, Charming,” Ray snaps his head back to Tony, who raises a judging eyebrow and points at him with something that looks like DUM-E’s arm. Ray sits straight in a second, like a child who was just scolded by a teacher. “Get back to work, will you? I don’t really appreciate you ogling my daughter when I’m in the same room.”

Oh, yeah. That’s what he should be scared shitless about.

“Ogling,” he mutters to himself, half insulted and half ashamed he’s actually right, as he avoids (Y/N)’s grinning features and dips his head back into the piece of machinery of the Waverider in front of him. Because of course the ship had to break down on a parallel universe. The parallel universe in which his best friend’s father had to live in, the best friend he’s currently in love with. Hell, the best friend he’s been in love with ever since he realized she was a gorgeous woman who could keep on with his crazy talk with no hesitation. Sure, Stein could do that, too, but there’s no way the old man serves looks like (Y/N) Stark does.

God, he shakes the thoughts out of his head. These are the kind of stuff he gets in trouble for.

“Take it easy on him, dad,” (Y/N) pipes up, and Ray dares to meet her eye to find her already staring back at him, smiling goofily as if he needed help to fall ever further for her. “Some people are not used to working under your highly unbureaucratic hand. Give him a break.”

“You do it just fine,” Tony grumbles, and Ray is still amazed how his daughter can be so good at shutting a grown man-child with a few words. The magic of being a Stark, he supposes. “Still, he’s destroying your ship’s time vortex filter as he drools over you. If you wanna travel anywhere at all he really should stop ogling you while he works. The fact that he’s doing it in front of me is just a whole different level of disrespect.”

Ray looks down and flushes even harder when he realizes he is in fact about to completely break down part by part what makes the Waverider tick, probably too nervous with his current situation to even check on the malfunction that caused them to crash in an alternate version of New York City, better yet, the New York City (Y/N) was from. God knows how Rip had found her in the first place, but she’d been traveling with the legends ever since their Vandal Savage days, which now for Ray seem like lifetimes ago.

And it had taken no time for them to become inseparable.

Ray had realized soon enough that he was able to find a home in that active ship only when (Y/N) was on board of it as well, and after all this time he had hoped she’d found it, too. But now, seeing her grinning her back at her dad as she works on whatever it is on her old lab, looking more at ease than Ray’s ever seen her, he’s not too sure, and the mere idea of having to go back to the Waverider without her after their problem is solved settles a fear on the pit of his stomach so heavy it almost makes him feel sick.

“See? He’s doing it again! Where the hell did you find this guy?” Stark whines, not like the fifty something year old man he is, and Ray curses himself internally when he zones out yet again. (Y/N) groans and begs at JARVIS to lock out her old man out of her lab, but as the younger man tries to sink himself back into the Waverider’s time vortex filter and get some actual work done, he misses the frown on his best friend’s face.

(Y/N) worries silently, a doubt settling over her pounding heart as her father’s words echo in her head. They continue to work, silently and comfortable and somehow connected, because that’s who they’ve always been and how their relationship has brought out the best in them, challenging the other to be better every day and making themselves good people at the end of the day as well. That’s what worries (Y/N) the most, though, because she doesn’t want to lose that just because she dares to open her mouth and ask if her father was right.

So, she keeps quiet, and smiles bashfully at Ray whenever she catches him staring.

-

“It’s weird, how much of you there is on this place,” Ray wonders, eyes aching from the effort of trying to memorize everything he’s seeing, including (Y/N). She’s freshly out of the shower and she has buried herself in what looks a grey sweatshirt with a faded Stark Industries logo, one of Ray’s sweatpants and her wet hair is clinging to her skin in the most delicious way the billionaire has ever seen. “Sometimes I forget the Waverider isn’t actually your home.”

“Sometimes I do, too,” she smiles weakly and joins Ray on the couch with a heavy body, her week long overworked muscles sinking effortlessly into it. The billionaire stares, albeit a bit creepily, mesmerized and too fucking in love for his own good. The next words soothe Ray’s heart the slightest bit. “But I think it’s come to be, after all this time. This, though… Stark Industries never really gets old.”

“That’s rich coming from a Stark,” this earns him a punch on the forearm that he knows she doesn’t really mean for it to hurt, and a fond smile that he mirrors in a heartbeat.

“Are you disagreeing, Raymond Palmer of Palmer Technologies?” her grin grows into a winning smirk as she teases him, turning into a full-blown laugh when he groans and melts against her, putting his whole-body weight on top of hers.

“Smoak Tech, actually,” he adds quietly, and follows to fall completely silent when (Y/N) takes his huge hand and measures it in both of hers. Her fingertips soothe over his veins and skin and raise goosebumps at their wake. He’s thankful for the easy form of comfort that has always seemed to calm him down, especially after the mention of his own company and life’s work rises up as a topic. “It hasn’t been mine, not… for a while. It’s probably off in better hands by now.”

“No better hands that these,” she frowns, urging him to look at her as her voice turns soft, reaching Ray as gentle music to his fatigued spirit. He smiles, though it fails to reach his eyes and tries to make a small sound of indifference from the back of his throat. (Y/N) doesn’t buy it for a second. “I’m serious, Ray. You build that company out of complete nothingness, you built an empire.”

“Empires fall,” he sings mournfully, the reference lifting (Y/N)’s mouth in a sheepish smile. He tries to shake away the sadness, and his goofy grin is making its reappearance in no time. “Though not Stark Industries, huh?”

“Not yet, at least,” she holds her head proudly as she confirms his suspicions, once again looking around at her father’s workshop and how it’s all messily put into place, the machinery and the notes on the walls, scattered perfectly to be found later. Man, she’d missed this place. (Y/N) thinks out loud, knowing that if she could trust anyone with her insecurities it was Ray. “Dad always said he’d figure out the secret to immortality, so he didn’t have to leave both his babies in hands of ‘incompetents’. Both me and the company disagree.”

“And what if he doesn’t get through with his big achievement?” Ray questions, then thinks it through and rephrases. “Well, y’know, besides creating Iron Man, a successful billionaire company and a brand-new chemical element.”

“He said Stark Industries would either go to Pepper or… me,” she sighs with finality, the heaviness of the burden her father has yet to put upon her shoulders suddenly reappearing after months of traveling with the Legends. (Y/N) had completely forgotten about her unchangeable future as the head of Stark Industries the second Rip had said saving the world and time traveling in the same speech.  Ray notices the sudden shift, and much like she had done before, he tries to comfort her by holding her hands to his heart.

“You think you’re ready for that?” it’s not menacing or sarcastic, but a mere curious wondering that (Y/N) knows he means nothing wrong by. She remains quiet for a couple of seconds, reconsidering like she’s done a million times during the span of her lifetime the matter of her future. Damn it, she’s spent countless sleepless nights thinking about it, especially during her father’s disappearance. “A whole empire under your lead?”

“To be honest, I,” there’s hesitation, yet again, even though she knows there shouldn’t be any when it comes to Raymond Palmer. The truth is, she’s not really sure about it at all. “It’s… not just a company, it’s a life’s work. My father’s and grandfather’s and I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t think I’m cut for it.”

“Do you want it?” he asks instead, hoping to get an answer as he scoots closer and finds himself trying to peek into (Y/N)’s eyes, knowing her well enough to expect a recognizable emotion flashing through her irises. She turns away, let’s her damp hair cover her vulnerable expression. “El, do you… What do you want?”

It takes all her willpower to stop her trembling tongue from muttering you, it’s always been you, Ray, her ultimate weakness besides her love for her father. She swallows it down, though, and tries to make her way through her words in which she can admit how much she cares about him without actually doing so.

“I…” she sounds like a damn broken record, but Ray Palmer holds more patience in his pinky finger than most people do in their whole bodies, and his stare remains on his best friend as they both lean unconsciously closer to each other, to the point where (Y/N) dares to turn to him and finds him right on her face, his breath warm on her cheek as Ray lets out a surprised gasp. “I like traveling with you guys,” is what she settles with, not even close to enough but the only truth she allows herself to admit. “I like being a Legend. Living among them.”

Ray musters a soft smile, cheeks dusting with a blush when he realizes how close they’re sitting, but the second their stares meet, he knows. He knows he’s doing the right thing as he leans to close completely the distance between them, he knows he’s gotten to the point of no return, in which he’s irrevocably and fully in love with her there’s no memory of what came before. He knows the sudden lack of a beat on his heart is the result of (Y/N) muttering an, “I like you.” against his mouth before touching it with her own.

They both breathe life into the kiss, (Y/N)’s nose softly digging Ray’s cheek as his hands slide up to cup her neck and to keep her close to him where nothing can hurt them, no unstable futures or changed timelines. Right now, there’s only then and them. Only the way Stark’s workshop fades into the background as Ray leans into (Y/N) and pours himself into her mouth, eagerly making his way into her hold and shivering when her fingers sink into the flesh of his back and dig into his skin.

There’s been so much waiting behind their want that there is suddenly no hesitation, two bodies melting into one in that lousy couch on (Y/N)’s old workshop, universes away from Ray’s home but it’s not like it matters because he’s sure he’s able to find a home wherever, whenever he is as long he’s got (Y/N) by his side. Just like this, cupping her skin between his hands just like he’s wanted to do so ever since they became friends and his heart longed for more. For this.

“For, uh, for the record,” Ray feels small and glorious all at the same time, nuzzling his nose into the skin of (Y/N)’s neck as they lay back into the couch hours later, their clothes like a bundle of troubles scattered and forgotten on the floor. He’s long given up from not crushing her as he lays on top of her, his familiar and naked warmth being welcomed easily as (Y/N) cups his neck and proceeds to run her nails gently down his back. His eyes are closed, and he’s sure he hasn’t been more comfortable or relaxed in his life. “I like you, too. No, hey, c’mon. I’m serious!”

His goofy nature is unable to be swallowed down when he feels (Y/N)’s stomach jump in a silent laugh, gasping in fake indignance when her giggling doesn’t cease even long seconds after his statement. Ray rises from the crook of her neck to stare at her indignantly, but finds his stare softening when he catches sight of (Y/N) putty in his arms, still touching him at any inch of skin she can get access to.

“(Y/N),” he mutters, soft and fond and God, (Y/N) thinks her heart might just beat out of her chest at the pace it’s beating with affection for this man. He whines weakly at the back of his throat when she only smiles back gently, knocking his forehead into hers with a playful edge on his voice. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”

“Wear it out, why don’t you,” she nudges him, knuckles splaying a soothing pattern over the skin of his back. The smile slips from her face as she searches Ray’s for any hint of doubt or regret, but in (Y/N)’s own moment of uncertainty she finds none. “You like me?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he indulges her question and answers without even thinking about it, the act of caring about her so clear in his own eyes that he wants for it to be clear on hers as well. “You’re…”

The eyes that had wandered over to his lips return to meet his eyes, and something swells inside of Ray’s chest as he takes in the certain turn of events. He cherishes the new acquired freedom that he has of leaning in a stealing what’s meant to be a chaste kiss and can’t help but to stay when (Y/N) settles a grounding hand on his neck, the strokes of her tongue inside his mouth sloppy and loving. He pushes back, breathless and happy and in love, as he tangles his fingers on her hair, the most content he’s been in his whole life.

“You, (Y/N) Stark, are something else.”

-

I KNOW IVE BEEN MIA FOR A WHILE IM SORRY, OKAY?

hi peeps!! like i promised like a million years ago, here’s that ray palmer x stark!reader i promised. it took me a lot to write it and i don’t think its 100% perfect but i wanted to post something to break my writers block, which has been a pain in the ass for a couple of weeks now.

anyways, i hope you like it! i’d like to write more for the legends / dc and requests are open!

thanks for the read!

love,

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[thedc-verse]

jesus, ralph! || ralph dibny

hey guys! this is my first fanfic so i’m sorry if i mess up on something (edit: i added in a few details because i felt like i was being too direct)!

warnings: nudity (not smut), make-out session, mentions of sex, and cussing.

you came back home after a horrible day at the office. jack, who’s cubicle is right next to yours (and who occasionally flirts with you) took it to another level. you punched him which did not have a good outcome. you got fired.

you walked towards your apartment building with mascara running down your face. as you continued to walk, it just so happened to rain and a car drove over a huge puddle as it splashed over you. you paused and sobbed your way back home. as you enter the building, you see your best friend. ralph dibny.

you had a crush on him for a while now but you don’t have the guts to tell him that you do. ralph was adorable and funny but he could be pretty dumb sometimes. you barely get to see him anymore due to him being with team flash. you knew that he works with team flash but ralph doesn’t want you to tell barry because he knows he will get angry due to the amount of people that know about his identity. you see ralph turn his attention towards the door and he has a wide smile on but it quickly turns into a shocked expression. “(y/n), a-are you okay?”

“just leave me alone.” you mumble. you speed walked towards your apartment door and slammed it behind you which causes ralph to flinch. you dropped your purse on the couch and immediately went to the bathroom to shower. you stripped and hopped in. you like to rant to yourself out loud because to you, it felt like there was an imaginary person there and it didn’t feel like you were keeping your feelings inside.

as you put on the shampoo, you were in the middle of your rant and the subject turned into your best friend. “i liked ralph for awhile now but noooow he’s busy with his team. i want to tell him but i care what he thinks so i’m afraid if he says no.” you stop speaking after a while and you think about your feelings about ralph. you want to deny your feelings but your heart doesn’t. 

you hummed to yourself to distract yourself from the feelings and you started to sing.

“they made you cry but that will end tonight. you are the only thing that’s right about this broken world. go on and cry…” you continue singing and little did you know there was someone in the same bathroom as you.

(italics: ralph. non-italics: you. song is our love is god - heathers: the musical)

“and when the morning comes-”

“and when the morning comes.” you didn’t notice the additional voice.

“we’ll burn away that tear and raise our city here…”

“raise our city here”

“our love is god.” you and ralph sang at the same time. ralph was getting so into it that he skipped the dialogue in between the lyrics that he sang your line.

“we can start and finish wars, we’re what killed the dinosaurs.” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and realize who’s voice that was.

you look out the shower curtain and see him sitting on the sink. “ralph, what the fuck!” you yelled. ralph jumped and fell off the sink. your heart began to beat rapidly and you felt the heat rise up to your face.

“i’m sorry! holy shit.” ralph mumbled his last sentence. your face was as red as a tomato. ralph just stood there, paralyzed. he heard your entire rant and he was glad that you felt the same. “u-uhm i-i see you d-don’t have a towel.” he looked at the rack and you face-palmed. ralph looked down at the marble floor, ashamed. 

“just go in my bedroom and check the closet, you’ll see it.” you explained and he quickly went out the bathroom. you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life and suddenly, it flicked. what if ralph heard my rant? my life is over and i’ll just move away and become a stripper, you thought. 

you hear the bathroom door open and close. “h-here.” ralph said whilst handing over the towel. you snatched it from his hand and wrapped it around your waist. you hesitantly looked over the shower curtain and he was already gone. you sigh and changed into sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. hope he didn’t hear the rant, you thought once again. 

5 hours after the incident, it’s 11:00pm and it still has you thinking, did he hear my rant? while thoughts flooded your head, rapid knocks were heard on the front door. you knew it was him, the former police detective, the vigilante, the private investigator, ralph. you open the door and see him holding roses tightly in his hands. suddenly, his lips touches yours. you were shocked at this type of attention but you soon melt into the kiss. the taste of coffee invaded your mouth. ralph quickly pulled away. “i’m sorry for intruding your apartment,” hell, he went inside the bathroom. “i just wanted to know what happened then i heard your rant and…” he trails off from there and you simply smiled at him. “i like you too.” it was like two 7 year olds confessing their love.

you smashed your lips against his and he slammed the door shut. he tossed the roses on the table. both of you landed on the couch and you giggled. ralph bit your lip and you let him in. your tongues were exploring each other and you elicited a moan. ralph pulled away and you could see lust in his eyes. “wanna take this to the bedroom?”

“why not?”

aaaaaaand that’s a wrap yall. i’m sorry if some of my grammar is wrong (lower case letters were on purpose). there was barely any ralph dibny imagines here so i decided to create one myself! i hope yall enjoyed this!