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Damirae week 2020 - Chapter 6 - AnJay - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Damirae week 2020 - Chapter 6 - AnJay - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

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A/N:
Due to a handful of requests, I have separated heavy, explicit material from this chapter and moved it to the next chapter. For those of you that want a somewhat cleaner ending, you can stop reading at the end of this chapter. And for those of you that want a dirtier ending, please wait for part III. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me on here or at reverse,[email protected]. Thank you :))

 WARNING:
Some smut, nothing too bad… 

Imagine:
Despite your adamant rejection, HR continues to pursue you… 

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“Dammit!”

Frustrated, you smacked the wrench against the ground and threw it across the room. It landed against the wall with a loud metallic ‘clang!’ and clattered on the floor in a useless, annoying manner. This, of course, did nothing to alleviate your mood.

“Stupid machines….” you muttered.

It had been hours since you’ve started repairs on the Speed Lab’s sensors, and made very little progress during that time.

Huffing indignantly, you pulled away from the monitors and scrambled oh-so-ungracefully to your feet. Fumbling with the hem of your shirt, you straightened yourself up prior to glancing over at the clock.

It read 7:52PM.

Another late night… you thought.

At this point, all of Team Flash had already gone home. Barry was probably in his apartment with Iris. Cait was spending the night at Cisco’s once more. And Wally was probably at Joe’s place, watching a movie with Jesse.

Leaving you alone in the lab with HR.

The thought of it made you both nervous and excited…until you realized you hadn’t seen the man in several hours.

It sort of worried you.

He almost always came by at six o’clock with a new pot of French Roast and a plateful of doughnuts for an evening snack. And a few times before then, he would come in and just watch you work.

It was a hobby of his.

But, as for today…

Nothing.

Maybe I was a little too hard on him… you thought. After all, HR just wanted to make sweet love to you. Nothing else.

Making your way towards the wrench, you picked it up and replaced it in a nearby toolbox. Heaving a heavy sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair. I should probably apologize…

It was a thought that was most certainly appealing.

At least, to your mind.

Your stomach, on the other hand, growled. Vibrations of hunger hummed all across your abdomen.

You cursed. “Dammit…”

You really should be more mindful of when to eat; but, whatever. Nothing you could really do, since you were so busy. At this point, your best dinner option would probably be to grab a sandwich from Jitters while they were still open.

Maybe even get a cup of coffee if their espresso machines were still running. You took a gander at your watch. I can still make it…

It was only a ten minute walk and Jitters closed in about an hour.

Plenty of time for dinner.

Hell, HR could probably – you stopped, mid-thought as a sudden guilt dawned on you.

Should you invite HR to come?

It would probably make things easier for you, make it so that you could finally sit down and talk to him. Maybe even discuss where this relationship should be heading off.

It was the smart, common-sense answer.

A complete no-brainer.

Yet, why didn’t you want to bring him along?

…Ah, whatever, you shook your head. Grabbing your jacket from a nearby machine, you slipped it on and zipped yourself up. Soon, you started making way towards the door. We can talk more about it tomorrow…

If you weren’t in the mood, chances were you’re going to say something stupid and it’ll just end up being absolutely awkward.

You’re making the right decision, you told yourself. No need to feel ashamed. Lots of couples don’t talk about stuff immediately…

You reached the hallway and made a turn around a corner, when you suddenly came to a halt.

There, standing a few feet away, was HR. He had been pacing, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers as he contemplated serious thoughts. It was a look that appeared completely foreign to him.

So much so that you almost mistook the man for his Earth-2 counterpart.

It wasn’t until a broad grin broke across the man’s face that you realized he saw you. Your insides twisted with nervousness.

“________!” HR cheered. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Shit…!You cursed. What do I do?!

He took a few steps forward, arms thrown wide open to embrace you. A charming gesture, had you not ducked under him and dodged it.

He stumbled a half-step.

Turning to you with a hurt look, HR started for you again. “________ –”

“Sorry,” you apologized promptly. “I gotta go. Jitters closes soon.”

Before you could make way down the hall and disappear from his sight, he leaned over and grabbed your wrist. An action that caused you to tense immediately.

Out of reflex, you attempted to pull away.

But the man wouldn’t budge.

A deep seated scowl scrawled across your face. “The hell, HR?! Let me go…!”

He pouted. “But if I do, you’ll just run away, right?”

“No –”

“________,” he cast you a significant look. “I just want to talk. I swear, I won’t do anything that’ll make you mad.”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re making me mad right now.”

“How?” He blinked in surprise. “All I’ve done is hold on to you.”

“Exactly,” you pointed out. “And I - don’t like - being - manhandled.”

With every break in your sentence, you attempted to yank your limb out of his grasp; though, it wasn’t until the last frustrated cry that he finally let you go.

For a moment, there was silence.

Nothing but the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing - courtesy of yours, truly - occupying the hall. From the corner of your eye, HR watched you intently.

A sudden realization dawned on him. “Is that what you’re angry about?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“That,” he gestured vaguely to your existence. “That whole me-dominating-you type of deal. Is thatwhat you’re making such a big fuss out of?”

“Big fuss out of–?” You flushed bright red when you recognized that he was on to something. “Shut up…!”

“Thatisit, isn’t it?” He let out a bright chuckle as he pocketed his drumsticks away and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “I’m sorry to say, but…I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

You looked away, completely abashed. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean…” He pressed his lips to yours lightly, lovingly, taking you by surprise. “I love you so much, I just want to be with you in any way I can. And my gosh, do I need to remind you how beautiful you are?”

He peppered your face and neck with kisses, so warm and sweet, it tickled you completely. In the end, you couldn’t help but feel part of the anger ebb away.

“Dork,” you muttered under your breath.

Of course, HR heard the loving nickname and smiled against your skin. “Does that mean you’re not mad at me?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, still embarrassed. “I don’t know. Probably.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Probably?”

You avoided his gaze.

Intimacy had always been a big issue with you. You’ve never been with a man and we’re always terrified of giving yourself to anyone who just wasn’t “The One.”

Old fashioned as it may seem, it was still a very real concern for you.

As if reading your thoughts, HR ran his hands through your hair and comforted you.

“Well, my love,” he grinned. “Sounds to me like you need more convincing.”

More convincing?

Before you could ask him more about what he meant, HR suddenly pulled away and knelt down on his knees. Your heart raced as he gently parted your legs and moved to occupy the space inbetween.

You stared at him, wide eyed. “What are you doing?”

“Asking for forgiveness,” He beamed at you with his brightest smile. “If I kneel down and kiss your legs, would you still be mad?”

He reached forward and started unbuttoning your pants. Panic shot up your spine.

“W-wait, hold on a sec –” You fumbled with your words as your lover unzipped your pants and - quite gently - rolled it down to your calves.

He hooked his hand behind your left knee and brought your leg forward so that you could rest your foot on his thigh. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, as if he were a knight in the presence of a queen.

“________,” he started, voice husky and sweet. “I love you. I am your devoted admirer, your one and only lover and I will never betray you, never take you for granted.”

Shifting his head, he placed a light kiss against your knee.

“You are my light, my joy, my goddess who fills my dreams each night with blessing.”

He planted another kiss.

“You are my truly beloved.”

And with that, he trailed up a little higher so that his lips grazed against your thigh. His grip was gentle; yet, even then, you could tell how much he wanted to feel for all you had to offer.

A bright red blush clouded your cheeks. “HR, you really don’t –”

“Oh, but I do,” he kissed once more. “And I will continue to until you know how much I love you.”

You stared at him in uncomfortable silence as he trailed further up you leg. Nervous, you tried your best to steady yourself against the wall.

“But –”

He cast you a significant look.

“All I want,” he continued on, “is to swear my devotion to you.”

With big, bright eyes, he gave you his most sincere look and smiled. And it was at that moment, your heart twisted with so much embarrassment that you couldn’t help but lower your head.

HR’s smile broadened. “Besides…”

You raised your head to meet his gaze, just in time to see him hook your leg over his shoulder and use his free hand to press you steadily against the wall.

Your nerves were shocked with anxiety.

“If you’re enjoying yourself this much,” he grinned. “You can’t possibly be that mad.”

He leaned towards your inner thigh.

Your cheeks flashed a bright red.

“Idiot…!” You attempted to wriggle away, but the man somehow managed to keep you still. “Don’t do that here! What if –”

His tongue slipped from between his lips, trailing from the back of your thigh to the front, which he puckered his lips against and gave the plump of your thighs a gentle suck.

You tried your best to hold in a moan; but, it quickly slipped out when his teeth gave a slight pinch.

Flustered, your hands flew to his head and attempted to push him away.

He barely moved as he continued to nibble.

“S-Stop!” You squealed, as HR pulled in closer, tugging the top of your panties so that he could lick the area where your pelvis met your thigh. “We really shouldn’t be doing this here…!”

From down below, HR cast you a mischievous look.

“What?” He asked, voice deceptively sweet. “You want to do this elsewhere?” 

Pairing: Phan

Genres and Warnings: fluff, swearing, slight swearing, slight smut

Request: Right so, I’ve had a lot of feels about the song Friends by Ed Sheeran lately and, with that crap ton of feels, I spawned this.

Words: 1,658

Summary: They weren’t friends. Yet, at the same time, they were friends, but, friends didn’t do the things that they did.

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They weren’t friends. They weren’t friends in the sense that friends were just friends. The dictionary definition of friends was, “a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.” In that sense, Dan and Phil were technically friends. Yet, did kissing (It wasn’t really kissing, just accidental or alcohol or lack of sleep induced brushes of the lips) and cuddling and falling asleep in each other’s arms count as sexual relations? If so, then Dan and Phil were not, had never really, been true friends. But, that was the extent of their non-friendship.

Dan sighed as he tried to fall asleep. It was past three in the morning and his laptop had just died on him as he did one of his late night browsing sessions. So, Dan had decided to take that as a hint from God to go the hell to sleep. And that was exactly what Dan was trying to do, but, to no avail. All he kept doing was trying to figure what the hell he and Phil were, besides best friends. But, in the end, his analysis came out to be that they were just too complicated for Dan’s sleep deprived brain to comprehend. So, he tried to fall asleep. And, after a good half hour, he did.

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Days passed before Dan found himself with these wonderings again. It was around two in the morning and Phil had been sound asleep for a good three hours. Dan was sat on the couch, scrolling through the deepest parts of the internet, while the minutes clicked past to the next hour. He ended up finding himself looking up the scientific name for penguin. He had no idea why. Dan sighed and moved on from the scientific name of the penguin to how many meters the galaxy was wide, no answer.

Dan glanced down to the clock built into his laptop. Two-forty-five in the morning. It was getting late. Just as Dan had decided to look up when the very first episode of Doctor who had aired, his laptop screen went dark and the computers fan shut off, meaning that the computer had died yet again. Dan exhaled heavily and closed his laptop. He pushed himself out of the sofa crease and, laptop in hand, began to make his way to his room.

As he stepped inside, Dan placed his laptop on his desk and climbed into bed to try to attempt to fall asleep. Instead, he found himself thinking about his best friend. Dan turned to his side. What exactly were he and Phil? Friends didn’t exactly contain the feelings and things that the two shared. But what went to the full extent? Dan tossed to lie on his other side. He and Phil had never discussed the topic. All they thought they were, were best friends and nothing else, which was it. But, did best friends fall asleep in the same bed because one was too lazy to move to their own room? Did best friends come home past midnight after a sleep deprived traveling day and share a light kiss? Dan turned to his back. What were he and Phil?

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A month passed and it was now late December, one of the coldest months in their apartment, and both Dan and Phil had been strutting around the house in jumpers and the warmest pair of pants they could find that was still comfy. They had sat next to each other, closer than normal, on the couch while watching television to keep the warmth. The hours ticked past and Dan had decided to give in and head to bed at 10:00 pm, just to crawl underneath the duvet and envelope himself in warmth. Just as he had gotten comfortable, he heard a soft knock on his door.

“Dan?” Phil’s voice broke the silence that had previously settled over their home.

“Yeah?” Dan replied, sounding slightly muffled as he hid beneath the covers.

“Can I come in?” Phil asked softly.

“Sure.” Dan replied.

Phil opened the door, his arms crossed across his chest to maintain warmth. “Is- is it okay if we sleep together? I mean, to share warmth and stuff and, I think we’d both be warmer if we slept in the same bed than in separate-”

Dan chuckled and lifted up his comforter slightly, moving over to make space. “Sure. Now get in before I let too much warmth out.”

And Phil did. He no less than bashfully made his way over to the bed and slid under the covers to curl up against Dan. Sure, Dan and Phil had slept in the same bed before; they had done so less than a week ago when the house’s temperatures dipped frighteningly low. But Dan understood that it was sort of awkward to ask your best friend to share a bed. They slept facing each other, both deciding that this would maintain more warmth then not, which it did. Their breaths mingled together and, as it got later, they unconsciously scooted closer together.

At around three in the morning, Phil stirred slightly to notice just how close they were. Their lips were brushing against one another and each of them had an arm around the other in some way. Phil’s cheeks acquired a pink tint and he moved back slightly, just so he and Dan weren’t kissing.

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A few days passed and Dan found himself on the couch, sitting beside Phil as they watched an anime together. They had a duvet wrapped around themselves and they were both curled up against the other. Both of their legs rested on the couch, their knees touching. Their heads were rested against the other’s and they were both shoulder to shoulder. The duvet was wrapped around them, each and every corner tucked beneath them to make sure no outside air got in. By the time they had finished one episode, they were all but laying on the other.

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It was roughly 11:30 at night and Dan and Phil were just stumbling through the door from a friend’s party, each of them slightly tipsy. They were laughing, giggling even, as they stumbled through the door. Big smiles were on their faces and they were just enjoying each other’s presence. They collectively stumbled into the living room where they continued to talk about anything and everything. They giggled at the slightest jokes and soon found themselves dancing to Dan’s playlist that he had decided to play through his phone, in his room. Somehow they had moved to Dan’s room, with no idea how.

They danced together, Phil taking any chance he was given to spin Dan around. Dan danced with Phil gleefully, basically spinning around every two minutes because Phil couldn’t get enough of spinning his best friend around. Phil loved the laugh Dan let out each time he was spun around, and that was why he kept spinning him, just to hear his laugh. Then, Dan ended up a bit close to Phil after he had just been spun by his best friend. Their lips were a few centimeters apart and they each looked like they wanted what happened next.

Phil took his opportunity and pressed his lips to his best friend’s, Dan meeting him halfway. It was slow at first, but as the playlist played more songs in the background, the two got more heated. Phil’s shirt was the first to go, then Dan’s, and then Dan felt his back hit his bed. Phil’s lips left his to go press kisses along his neck and on his oh-so-pretty collarbones. And then, everything faded into pleasure for the two boys.

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Dan woke up in Phil’s arms with light shining in his face. As Dan recalled what had happened the night before, his world came crashing down. What the hell had they done? Of course he remembered it, but did Phil? And if so, did he have an explanation for why they had done this? Did Dan? Of course he didn’t, other than the fact that he had had a very strong affection for his best friend for a very long time. What were they now? What they had done last night had definitely reached sexual relations.

Dan inwardly groaned. All he wanted to do right now was enjoy Phil’s warmth and fall back asleep, but he couldn’t.

“Morning.” Phil’s voice said softly as he woke up.

“Morning.” Dan replied, sounding as distant as he felt.

The silence from the younger boy caused Phil to think that he had fallen back asleep, even though he had seemed to be wide awake when he woke up. Phil rested his head on Dan’s, sighing lightly into his curling hair. What were they now? Phil had been fully aware of his growing affection for his best friend, but he didn’t know how to act and if he did, would they be the same? Apparently, the liquor that he had drank last night, no matter how little he had had, gave him that much of confidence to actually go for it. Maybe the same with Dan.

“What are we?” Dan asked softly into Phil’s chest, surprising him as he thought he was asleep.

Phil nuzzled further into Dan’s hair. “What do you want us to be?”

Dan self-consciously scouted closer into Phil’s embrace. “More than friends.”

“I agree.” Phil mumbled, pulling Dan closer.

“Not just friends with benefits…” Dan trailed.

Phil liked where this was going. “Yeah, me too.”

After a few minutes, Dan replied. “How do boyfriends sound?”

Phil smiled into Dan’s hair. “I’d love to call you my boyfriend and take you out on dates.”

Dan’s cheeks gained a pink tint. “Phil…?”

“Yeah?” Phil replied.

“Is… Is it too soon to say I love you?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s been long overdue to say that, Dan.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”