Not Nash being able to see and talk to all the other Wells. He’s brain is not a clown car and them trying to convince him to sacrifice himself to fuel the damn speed force…

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A/N:
I was watching “Madagascar 2: Escape from Africa” when I came across a scene with King Julian trying to give Melman (the giraffe) advice…
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Imagine:
HR noticed that Harry has a thing for you and tries to offer him advice
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“Hey, buddy ol’ pal.”

HR walked up to his genius doppelgänger and grinned widely. With a cup of coffee at hand, he nudged Harry suggestively prior to giving him a significant look.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Harry couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “About what?”

“Well,” HR shook his head side-to-side, as if wondering how best he could approach the subject. “I couldn’t help but notice that you have a slight…affection…for our little electrical engineer.”

At the mention of you, Harry’s mouth dropped slightly and he found himself speechless for a moment. “What’re you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, now,” HR grinned widely. “Don’t try and act like you don’t know.”

He shook his head, still in denial. “Sorry, I don’t do crushes.”

“Of course you don’t,” HR agreed. “But you do fall in love.”

Harry scoffed. “That’s absurd.”

“Deny it all you want,” HR raised his cup of coffee, prior to taking a sip. “But I know you, compadre. We may be two different people with two different backgrounds, but we still share much of of the same thoughts.”

“I doubt it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Unconvinced, HR pursed his lips. “So, you don’t mind if I go and talk to her then?”

Harry could feel the temperature inside him rising. He really didn’t want to talk to anyone - much less, his lookalike - about his “affection.”

He knew HR was merely blabbering to get on his nerve; but, with the mischievous tone in that last sentence, he couldn’t help but take the bait. “What do you mean, talk to her?”

“You know, talk,” HR suggested innocently. “Preferably over a cup of coffee, but dinner and a movie works too.”

Just then, a slight movement caught both of their eyes.

Turning their attention to the door, they saw you walk down the hall, smiling and chatting profusely about the latest sci-fi movie with Barry. For a moment or so, Harry’s eyes trailed after you, listening intently to see if you had any plans to pursue a movie date with Barry.

Not that he felt threatened or anything.

He just didn’t like any thoughts or suggestions pertaining to.

At last, when you disappeared past the doorway, Harry’s eyes swung back to his doppelganger, who greeted him with a smug smile. He scowled.

HR brought his cup up to his mouth and continued his teasing reaction. For a moment, there weren’t any words exchanged between the two.

Feeling victorious and that his presence was no longer needed, HR began making his way towards the entrance of the Cortex. No doubt to ask you for that dinner date.

Harry exhaled irritably.

“…Okay,” he started, causing his doppelganger to stop a half-step and turn in his direction. “Let’s say I do have a little crush on ________. Hypothetically.”

A smug upward jerk turned the corner of HR’s lips.

He ignored it. “What do you suggest that I do?”

“I am very glad you asked, my dear friend,” the E-19 conman set his coffee down on the table prior to approaching Harry and slapping his hands on the other’s arms. “I suggest you take a little lesson in romance. From me.”

“Right,” Harry rolled his eyes. “From you.”

HR cast his partner a significant look.

The incredulous smile on Harry’s face faltered. “Wait, you’re being serious…?”

“Absolutely!” HR chirped, rolling up his sleeves prior to rubbing his hands together. “Believe it or not, my friend, I am an expert of the female population.”

At this point, a part of Harry regretted ever giving in to his look-alike’s suggestions; but, he figured it was too late now. Plus, he was sure HR would keep persisting in giving him advice even he decided to retract his answer.

Slipping his arm around Harry’s shoulders, HR leaned in and held a finger up.

“Now,” he started. “Here’s what you do…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: so hai!!! i love ur imagines, their the best i’ve read so far and i absolutely love em!!! agh, like…yas please! lol anyway, idk what i want, but could you please write something for harry, hr and the reader?? any diea is okie but just something with them. thank you!! also, keep writing! i love it, and i love you <3 <3 <3

PUSHY (HR X READER) IMAGINES - PART I [SMUT/NSFW]

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WARNING:
Contains slight smut, nothing too explicit…
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Imagine:
It’s been weeks since you and HR started going out, and he’s been really pushy about having sex…
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HR pushed you down the bed.

The scent of coffee and cinnamon invaded your senses as the Harrison Wells doppelganger climbed on top and flashed you a very charming look. Leaning down, he pressed his lips tenderly against your neck and sucked gently.

“Ah…!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Though you couldn’t see him, you could feel his lips curve into a warm, gentle smile.

“Now, now,” HR warned, his hot breath brushing over your skin. “Keep your voice down. We don’t want the kids hearing us now, do we?”

A flash of crimson warmed your cheeks at the very thought of being caught. After all, having sex in the S.T.A.R. Labs guest rooms while the whole team was present wasn’t necessarily a good idea. Just the thought of it made your heart beat fast.

Wiggling away, you place your hand on his arm and gave it a firm squeeze. “Let’s…let’s stop for a bit, okay?”

“Oh,” the E19 Earthling stuck out his bottom lip. “But I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Without warning, HR reached up and gave your chest a gentle squeeze. A small moan escaped your lips. Using it to his advantage, he pulled one of your breasts out from the top of your shirt and puckered his lips to the already perky tip.

The overall sensation tickled, forcing goosebumps to rise up your skin and reveal your excitement. The reaction, of course, didn’t go unnoticed.

HR nibbled on the bud, a sweet tingle of pain and pleasure, prior to tugging gently. A soft ‘pop’ sounded as he released the tip and watched your wonderful blessing cease its movement. Your nipple peaked a bit more.

A satisfactory look spread across HR’s face.

“See?” He pressed cheerfully. “You’re excited too.”

Embarrassed and at a loss for words, you started for your shirt so you could cover yourself once more; but, your darling, sweet lover wouldn’t have any of it. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and held it above your head.

You stared at him with wide, nervous eyes. “What’re you - ?”

“You’re the same,” he whispered, pulling your other breast out so that he could gaze at all your glory. “You want it too, ________. I know you do.”

That’s true, but…

Just doing this, out in the open, when there was no door to separate your room from the rest of the lab…

It was terrifying.

What if someone walked in?

Oblivious to your thoughts, HR lowered his face and nuzzled against your chest. His free hand worked itself down your stomach, grabbing all that you had to offer as he made his way towards the top of your jeans. Though the man swore he’d never slept with anyone before, he expertly unbuttoned your pants and slipped his hand inside.

A shot of excitement - mixed with anxiety - tore through your body and warmed your limbs.

You could feel his fingers gently pressing against your folds, soft and considerate; though, it still had that needy touch that kept hinting at his desire.

Just then, the distant sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

Judging from the way it clacked against the cement floor, it was Caitlin. Probably looking for HR to talk about Wally’s training progress.

You started to get up. “HR –”

He slipped a finger inside.

Immediately, alarms went off in your head.

Wrestling as hard as you could, you yanked his hand out of your jeans and pushed him away. Though he knew your position in the matter, he somehow still managed to look surprised.

He stared at you, mouth hanging slightly ajar. “What –?”

“I said no…!” you huffed indignantly. “She’s coming!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Who’s coming?”

“Caitlin…!” you whispered harshly. “Can’t you hear her?!”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, HR cocked his head to the side.

A moment of silence passed between you two as you listened for the person down the hall. At this point, you could hear Caitlin talking to Cisco - about what, you weren’t sure - before they made a U-turn and faded away.

No one was coming.

A broad, goofy grin broke out across your lover’s face, and you found yourself pressed against the bed once more. He hovered over you, fingers pinching your trembling chin as he pushed you to meet his gaze.

“See?” he pressed on. “They went away.”

Yeah, but…

That did nothing to ease your anxiety.

“Now,” HR breathed, his sweet coffee scent intoxicating you as he covered your body with his. “Why don’t you just relax, and let me take care of you?”

He reached for your shirt once more.

“You want it too, right?”

SLAP.

HR reeled in pain.

The force of your hand knocked him off balance and caused him to topple off the bed. His cheek red and sore, he grabbed the side of his face and wailed.

“Ow…!” he whimpered. “Honey!What was that for?”

“You know damn well what,” you hissed.

“But–!”

You cut him off with a stern look. “I don’t want to.”

Without so much as another word, you quickly fixed yourself and stalked out of the room, leaving your lover behind in stunned silence.

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