By the End of the Day (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines [Request]
Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight with each other…
“Still better than being an insufferable ass!”
“Oh shut up! You should be used to it by now, ________!!”
Barry, Cisco and Cait peeked over the edge of the door, eyes wide with terror as they stared at you and Harry. For the past hour, the two of you had been arguing over God knows what and it had escalated to such an extreme scale that ceramic cups and textbooks littered the floor.
Cisco whispered over to Caitlin. “What do you think they’re arguing about?”
“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “But I’ve never seen them fight this much.”
Normally the two of you were a cute couple - one that understood each other with little communication - but, for some reason, today was just an off day…
You were heated, full of rage.
And while you were significantly shorter than the multiverse physicist, everyone knew you could throw a punch just as hard as the man hovering over you.
By the looks of it, it wouldn’t take much more to reach that level.
Cisco turned to his friends, concerned. “Think we should go and talk to them?”
As if to answer his question, another book sailed through the doorway and nearly face-slammed Cisco.
The mechanical engineer let out a high-pitched ‘eep!’
“Nope! Never mind!!” He threw his hands up in the air and started walking away. “I choose life!”
And with that, he made his way down the hall and began distancing himself from the site. Contradictory to him, Barry and Cait turned their attention back to you and Harry.
You rolled your eyes at the man. “God, why am I even trying? This is so stupid!!”
“I know it’s stupid!” Harry hissed through gritted teeth. “And you’re the one freaking out about it!”
“Don’t point fingers at me!”
“I’ll point my fingers wherever I damn please!”
“Oh, that’s real mature!”
You smacked your hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Then why don’t you be the bigger person and walk on out of here?!”
“Me walk out of here?!” Steadying himself on a nearby desk, Harry shot a cold, hard glare at you. “This is my room, this is my lab! You walk out of here!”
“You know what?” A surge of anger - so raw that it was momentarily blinding - coursed through your veins. “I will!”
With a sharp grip, you reached for your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Harry scowled.
And while he was clearly out of the way, you went through the trouble of moving forward and slamming your shoulder into his prior to walking past.
“You little –!” The multiverse physicist cupped his hand around his mouth. “Don’t you dare show your bratty face in here again!”
You stuck up a very obscene finger in response.
It didn’t take long before you reached the door and rounded the corner, to find Barry and Caitlin standing there in utter silence. Their mouths frequently opened and closed, as if neither of them were sure of what to say; but, after much debate, Barry decided to go first.
He reached for you. “Hey, ________, are you –?”
“Don’t touch me, Allen,” you hissed.
You stormed past the Team Flash members and worked your way towards the parking lot. Hopefully, by the time you got there, you had an idea where to drive to so that you could cool off.
Similarly, Harry stood hunched over his desk. He was quiet, simmering - thinking over all the events that led up to your pointless fight. As his head cleared and his heart rate lowered, the bitterness inside him started to ebb away and he was left with nothing but remorse.
You quietly made your way down the hall til you reached the last door on the right. Pressing the button on the side, the door panels slid open and you entered.
Bright luminescent light filtered through the room, casting a long shadow that fell across the foot of Harry’s bed. The man was still, unmoving; but, you knew him well enough that he was anything but fast asleep.
Taking a few steps forward, you tossed the bag off to the side and took off your shoes before crawling under the covers. You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled comfortably against his back, the smell of coffee and aftershave filling your senses.
His muscles tensed slightly upon contact.
Still, you continued to bury your face against him.
“…I’m sorry,” you whispered.
There was a moment of silence - pure and awkward - where you just listened to his gentle breathing.
Harry rolled over and pushed you away.
At first, you thought he was still upset; but, soon, he clambered on top, straddling you on both sides, prior to slamming his soft, warm lips against yours. It had taken you by such surprise, that you were speechless.
Harry, then, took this opportunity to slip his tongue between your slightly parted lips and explored every corner, every crevice you had to offer.
He was hungry, demanding.
Needing every bit of you.
With such eager fingers, he laced his with your hair and tugged. Hard enough to physically manifest his desire, yet gentle enough to entice a soft moan from you.
You were light-headed and easily out of breath; but, that didn’t stop Harry from ravishing you.
It was a good minute or so before he finally broke away and rested his forehead on top of yours.
Through the dimness of the night, you thought you saw a remorseful smile. “I’m sorry too…”
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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: can you pls do a fighty imagines with harry?? one where the oc and him make up and its just pure fluff in the end? thank you!! love your imagines btw :)
