Some of the great medieval cathedrals of the south and south west of England - the inspiration for Ken Follett’s ‘The Pillars of the Earth’ (1989). Left to right, top to bottom: Winchester Cathedral exterior, medieval floor tiles inside Winchester Cathedral, Gloucester Cathedral exterior, the cloisters at Gloucester Cathedral, Salisbury Cathedral in the morning mist, the chapter house at Salisbury Cathedral, Wells Cathedral exterior and Wells Cathedral interior.
I Said, No Touching (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines
A/N: In a way, I guess you could think of this as a sequel to “No Touching” (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines…
Imagine: Cisco was comforting you after a long hard day. And while you may appreciate it, Harry did not…
“Ramon.” Harry whispered, his voice deceptively soft. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You jumped, practically leaping away from Cisco’s arms as you spun around and faced your ever-so-jealous boyfriend. Beside you, Cisco tensed extremely and bit his fist.
While both of you knew Harry would never do anything that would result in a trip to the hospital, it didn’t change the fact that you two were still terrified of the man. He was intimidating on so many levels when he got angry.
The well-renowned physicist let out an agitated sigh as you clung onto his arm, needlessly. Since downing the eggnog Cisco brought to S.T.A.R. Labs, you had been touchy, goofy and tipsy around Harry for the past half hour and it was driving him insane.
Frustrated, Harry attempted to pry himself away from you once more; but, you simply wrapped yourself around him even tighter.
Under your breath, you were humming the tune to “Last Christmas” by Wham! and swaying side to side.
Running an exasperated hand through his hair, Harry shot a dirty, daring look at the mechanical engineer and speedster, who had been standing beside him, watching the whole scene unfold.
“Allen! Ramon!” He snapped, gesturing towards you. “Can’t you do something about her?”
Biting his fist to keep himself from laughing, Cisco flashed Harry an innocent look. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“She can’t hold her liquor very well,” Barry added, biting his lip, amused. “She thought she could, but…”
He shot the speedster a scathing glare. “Yeah, I can see that…”
At a loss for what to do, he finally closed his eyes and tried to come up with a solution to his little problem.
Besides, how hard could it be?
He had several Ph.Ds, was also the CEO of his own company back on his Earth, and had helped the Flash take down a multiverse speed demon…
Escaping from your looney clutches shouldn’t be an issue, right?
As he was contemplating his options, your drunk, wasted self couldn’t help but admire him. While the man hardly smiled, you still somehow managed to find him completely adorable.
So adorable, in fact, that you could just kiss him…
Before you could stop yourself, you stood on your tippy toes and planted your lips firmly on the side of his cheek. His motions stilled, and you found him suddenly unresponsive.
Not that that bothered you in particular…
Alongside you, Barry and Cisco’s faces went slack - eyes widening, mouth gaping, brain malfunctioning. Words could not describe the pair’s astonishment.
Ignoring them, you pulled back and stared at Harry.
He continued to remain motionless, as if his mind was still trying to register what had just happened. It sort of made you sad…
“Aww, Harry-bear,” you pouted, sticking out your bottom lip. “You’re not kissing back…”
Slipping your hand around his neck, you brought him down to your height and turned his face just so that his lips collided with yours. He tasted amazing, like eggnog - sweet, custardy, amazing eggnog.
You simply couldn’t get enough.
Grazing your teeth against his soft flesh, you nibbled on his bottom lip and sucked gently. And while Harry may have a cold-hearted, tarty-ass attitude, even he couldn’t resist the sweetness of your kiss.
But, before he could make any move to kiss you back, you pulled away and gripped his arm against your body.
“Oh, Harry-bear,” you sighed dreamily in between hums of ‘Last Christmas’. “You taste just like eggnog…”
Imagine it, years have passed since they first came down to the ground. Bellamy and Clarke are expecting their first child. One day Bellamy is talking to Jasper and in the conversation it gets brought up that they’ve been talking about names. He tells him that if it’s a boy Clarke wants to name him Jacob Wells. Jasper then asks “what if it’s a girl? Do you have one, yet?“ Bellamy takes in a breath and gently bites his lip. “Yeah, I do. I have the perfect one” he gives a soft smile before continuing, “If it’s a girl I want to name her Maya. Maya Monroe”
Imagine: Officer Spivot just shot Harry. After much extensive care, he had finally stabilized and you remained by his bedside for hours. When he finally wakes up, he’s glad to see you’re with him…
Harry’s chest rose.
Jumping from relief and excitement, you leaned forward and grabbed his hand. They were mostly cold - especially at the fingertips - but you knew that it would soon warm in your hold.
Groggy and disoriented, Harry lazily blinked his eyes prior to moving his head side-to-side, in an attempt to see who was around. When his gaze fell upon you, his muscles relaxed.
“_______,” he said breathlessly. “You’re here…”
”Of course I am, dork.” Placing a hand against his face, you thumbed his cheek lovingly prior to stroking his hair. “You gave me a heart attack.”
“Heart attack, huh?” he grimaced through his pain. “I never pegged you as someone who’d worry over me.”
You couldn’t argue with that.
There had been multiple occasions when you two had engaged in heated discussions, and openly criticized each other’s work; so much so that everyone was practically convinced you wanted nothing more than to kill each other. Yet, truth be told, your frequent banters were merely intellectual foreplay.
You and Harry had respected one another’s contributions to the team and had developed a sort of love-hate bond. And while most of it classified as friendly, it had progressed and festered into something more for you.
You had grown to love Harry.
So, it was no surprise that you were the first to be by his bedside when the snarky physicist had stabilized; absolutely no surprise that you had remained with him for hours, despite your impending deadline to finding a solution to stop Zoom.
Pulling up a stool, you took a seat beside him and held his hand once more. Gently running your thumb over the back of his hand, you cast him a concerned look. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a bullet tore up my insides,” he answered sarcastically.
In spite of the seriousness, you laughed. Count on Harry to make some smart-ass remark while on recovering from a near-death experience…
But even so…
“Do you need anything?” you asked, quickly glancing around the room. “Glass of water? Food?”
Harry shook his head gently.
“No,” he whispered, his sharp blue eyes never leaving yours. “Just say with me. Please…”