#harry wilson/reader

[rainbow-universe]

Smile Over the Fence

5 Times Your Neighbours Showed Up At Your Apartment +1 Time You Showed Up At Theirs You get new neighbours and meet them and their friends in varying ways.

first leverage fic lets gooooooooooo (haven't watched s3 of redemption yet but i am so excited to!!)

just a fun silly little leverage fic :))

title from his quote: “A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it.” from Arthur Baer

cross-posted on ao3

wc: 4k

1. your new neighbours have just moved in across the hall, but you haven’t met them yet. you’ve seen them, at a distance, but rarely. they moved in efficiently and effectively and it barely seems like you have neighbours. not that you're waiting at your door for them to come out, you have a life. work, chores, friends, things to do. but when you're wandering the halls, on your way out, coming back, you nod to the neighbours you see, give them a little wave, say hi in the mail room as you cross paths.

but your new neighbours, well, they seem interesting, and you offer them quick greetings as you pass by in hall, but you haven’t really met them yet. they don't seem the type to bring over a casserole to meet their new neighbours and you aren't either. but you suppose you'll keep passing them by in the halls and meet them eventually.

the first one you meet is Parker, when she drops down into your apartment from, where you later learn, the vents.

you’ve seen them around before so maybe you’re not as freaked out as you should be to have someone pop out of nowhere in your apartment.

you introduce yourself and ask if they’re from across the hall. her face scrunches, realizing this isn’t the intended apartment.

xe introduces xemself, and you get a name for the face. Parker.

“it’s nice to meet you,” you say, then offer aer food because you were just about to make some for yourself, why not make some for your unexpected guest too and get to know your new neighbour.

they’re a bit suspicious but accept. you ask xem to point out things they like from what you have, you whip something up, serve it on your breakfast counter and eat together in silence.

Parker had only eaten half their plate when she starts picking at it.

you knew not everyone had a good, or even neutral, relationship with food.

“did you want to take it home? have it for later? or if you’re done, we can throw it out, it’s ok. the majority of food waste doesn’t come from households,” you offer, concentrating on your own food so ae has time to process and think about it. “or, you can bring it home and decide later if you want to eat it or throw it out, or give it to a friend,” you add.

you wonder if xe likes chocolate. you offer xem some and she perks up, eyes brightening, so you grab it from the other counter.

“im not sure if it’s good or not … if you like it, you can have it.” you hold it out to aer.

they grab it and open it fast, precisely, aggressively, not giving the package an option of not opening. ae bites into it immediately. thinks about it.

“it’s good.”

you smile. you’d just bought that chocolate, but maybe you’d bought it to make new friends. “good. you can have it.”

she smiles and hums.

xe leaves a little later, deciding to take their leftovers home.

you pack it up in a container you’ll only be a little sad to lose if it doesn’t make its way back.

(and if pictures and other items start disappearing from your apartment, and then reappearing a few days later … well, maybe you have a ghost, and who were you to stop them?)

(and if you started leaving small chocolates in place of your missing items every once in a while? well, they sometimes got returned faster. maybe it wouldn’t be great for your wallet in the long run, but it seemed like a nice way to make friends, didn’t it?)

(and if your container showed up a week after Parker went home with it in the back of your cupboard … well, you’ll thank your ghost with an extra chocolate left by your missing lamp.)

2. the next neighbour that shows up to your apartment is Alec Hardison.

there’s a banging on your door. when you answer it, confused, your neighbour is immediately steamrolling into an explanation of how his wifi just went out and he’s in the middle of something urgent and doesn’t have time to fix his own and can he please come in and borrow your wifi for a bit?

you let him in but tell him that if he slows down your wifi afterwards because he’s still using it, you’ll call the super on him, so they’ll never have a moment of peace, that there’ll always be someone wandering in to check on the water pressure.

he agrees with an amused laugh, setting up on your couch. you tell him the wifi but get the sense that even if you didn’t, he’d be able to connect.

you have chores to do that afternoon and he’s still there, so you let him know that if he leaves before you get back to lock the door behind him.

he assures you he will, and you leave him to it, grabbing your phone, wallet and whatever else you need.

he’s gone when you get back, space cleaned it up bar a few missed crumbs and a note in the middle of the coffee table with his name, number and a thanks for the wifi!, no other evidence he was ever there.

(except that in the coming weeks you get the sense that your wifi is a bit faster than usual …)

(you feel like you should bake cookies.)

3. the next time it happens, it’s late and you’re just getting in bed when you hear someone at the door.

there’s scraping and muttering and you pre-dial emergency services, but don’t hit ‘call’ yet, as you creep forward, wondering if it’s just a drunk neighbour at the wrong door or a really bad (and loud) thief.

you realize who it is after they break in, thanks to his grumbling. Eliot, one of your other neighbours, the grumpy one, from what you’ve (over)heard and seen at a distance, but a good cook from the brief mentions from the other two.

he’s stumbling about in your apartment, mumbling about …

oh. he may not be drunk, but you think he’s at least in shock, drugged, intoxicated, injured something bad, maybe, because he’s fumbling around, complaining to his partners, not seeming to realize it’s not their place. you turn your phone off.

he’s grumbling to Parker about why’d xe have to hide the first aid kit, he can patch himself up himself thank you very much, he doesn’t need help and dammit Hardison why’d you have to change the lights again?, opening cupboards in your dim streetlight-lit kitchen.

you sneak to your bathroom, grab the first aid kit there and place it on the kitchen counter when his back is turned, sliding back into the shadows, though you don’t quite know why.

he turns and sees it. huffs and says, “i know you’re still upset but thanks,” to the empty air, expecting someone to be able to hear it, hiding in the shadows. not you, though. these words, softer than you’ve even heard him speak, aren’t intended for you. this version of him, more tired than you’ve seen him, soft, open, vulnerable, isn't meant for you.

and maybe that’s why. because he thinks he’s in his safe space, and able to be vulnerable with people important to him, but here you are. an intruder in your own apartment, on accident in this moment, and you don’t want him to feel like he has to pull his mask up again.

(you may know a thing or two about that.)

he takes the kit to the living room, sits on the couch with everything laid out on the coffee table and gets to work patching himself up.

you step quietly into the kitchen, hoping he doesn’t catch you and get startled, grab some painkillers and fill a glass of water. you carry it over to where he sits.

you think maybe he’s so tired, from the pain, from the loneliness, from the day, and he really thinks he’s in his own apartment that it’s normal, not out of place, to hear the almost silent sounds of people sneaking around, that he doesn’t look up.

you place the water and painkillers on the side table, and with one last look (wondering if he needs anything else), you go to your room, hoping you won’t have to wake him from his tired delusion if he tries to come to the bedroom.

he doesn’t and soon enough you fall asleep.

you find him still asleep on your couch in the morning and you think that adjusting the blanket over him would probably wake him up, so you leave him be and get to work in the kitchen, quiet as possible.

he wakes up when you’re on your second set of pancakes.

you watch him out of the corner of your eye as he sits up, clocks the first aid kit on the coffee table, then the familiar unfamiliar room. he looks your way and you give him a small smile.

“hope you don’t have any allergies, i made breakfast.” you nod at the plate laid out on the counter.

he silently walks over. suspiciously, carefully. but lowers himself into the seat and slowly brings a piece to his mouth.

this is the cook of the family, and you’re slightly terrified of not meeting his expectations. you try to focus on the batter on the pan in front of you but can’t help glancing at him to gauge his reaction.

he continues eating, a little faster, and you smile proudly to yourself, feeling like you’ve received approval from Gordon Ramsey, or a middle school date’s parents.

you don’t say much, just offer him more and make sure he knows what sort of toppings and beverages you have, eventually standing across him on the other side of the counter, eating your own breakfast, mirroring when Parker visited the first time.

when he’s done, he thanks you in a quiet, gruff, but sincere, voice.

you smile. “no problem.”

he nods and leaves.

(a few days later you find that your coffee table no longer has one shorter leg, and your bookshelves are all even.)

(you think again that you should bake cookies but worry they wouldn’t hold up to Eliot’s standards.)

4. the fourth time it happens you feel you should really reevaluate your safety procedures and reactions, because there’s someone trying to break in again, and you’re just standing there.

in your defense, it’s happened before. and like then, you can hear the person on the other side muttering to themself. you were going to open if for them and save them the trouble, but you’d heard them when you’ve gotten closer.

“-can’t do it, ha! i’ll show them, he’ll have to take me seriously when i steal all his stuff and make his computer sing every time he opens it! he can’t just cut me out, that jerk! c’mon, i’ve done this before, why won’t this door open!”

you can’t help but feel for the person (kid? they sound younger than your neighbours) and leave them be, leaning back against the wall, allowing them this one victory, and wondering if you need to reevaluate your life because your friends would be very concerned if you told them that you let someone pick your lock.

“ah ha!”

…

“oh.” they stare.

you stare back. they look young, a young adult, wide eyed to have been caught breaking into your apartment, and not their intended location.

“good job.” (your friends would be so concerned) “they’re not back yet, i’m presuming you meant to break in across the hall? 7E vs 7F, happens all the time, anyways, you can chill here for a bit in the meantime, if you want. you hungry? i was just about to make myself a snack.”

they blink. cough. “uh, yah, ok.” unsure, but willing to take a break and snoop.

you introduce yourself and head to the kitchen, gesturing that they can make themself at the counter.

she tells you her name, Breanna.

you smile at her. “nice to meet you, cheese and crackers ok?”

“yah, sure.”

you pull out crackers from the cupboards and some cheese from the fridge and set about slicing it.

“how are you so chill about all this?”

you chuckle and shrug. “you’re not the first one to break into my apartment.”

“but why’d you let me keep going if you heard me? why not call the cops or something? honestly Hardison would’ve chewed me out if he caught me.”

you shrug. “probably should’ve, but, wasn’t the first time it’s happened, and it seemed like you needed a win, didn’t want to keep you from your goal.”

you plate the cheese and crackers on your charcuterie board, a little fancier than you’d been planning, but you had a guest which was a great excuse to be posher than usual.

midway through your snacks you speak up, “if you want to get in a little faster, there’s a spare key hidden by the fire alarm at the end of the hall.” you shrug innocently, making another cheese and cracker sandwich. “just in case you wanted to … i dunno, impress them with your speed and have more time for shenanigans.”

you don’t know Breanna. haven’t seen her around here before, and didn’t know if she actually was here for your neighbours across the hall, didn’t know if she actually knew them at all. but the grin she gave you (bright and mischievous) made you think of a younger sibling’s smile when they were about to annoy their older sibling.

(it was a smile you knew well, you’d seen it plenty times before.)

“thank you!” she was out of her chair and out the door, words left behind fading and leaving you in silence once more.

you lock the door behind her and clean up the kitchen.

(really, if they didn’t want their place broken into, it’d either be secure enough already, or it’d be a good reminder for them to update their security. it’d be good for them.)

5.

the final time … a man is sent to your door.

there’s a knock one day and you’re wondering if it’s one of your Neighbours (across the hall) or one of your neighbours (anyone else in the building). you answer it and don’t recognize the person standing there. “hello?”

“hi, i’m Harry Wilson, i know-” he points to the door across the hall “-your neighbours, i was sent here to ask if i could use your balcony?”

you stare at him. you think he might usually be a confident man from the way he wears his suit, but he seems too business-like to know your neighbours (not that you actually know what they do) and he seems out of his depth. you wonder how he knows them (if he knows them.)

“who sent you?” you raise an eyebrow. you need to be sure before letting this 9-5 businessman into your apartment.

“Sophie and Hardison, and, um-” he frowns.

(he has an adorable frown.)

you don’t know a Sophie (other than Mrs. Tiller’s cat from 11C, but you doubt a cat sent him) but your phone buzzes in your pocket and you take it out.

it’s from Hardison.

he’s with us, u can trust him.

can we use ur balcony for a bit?

Harry’s harmless, dw about him, he was an evil lawyer but he’s doing better now :)

you’re not sure what ‘with them now’ means, and you’re not sure if you want to know, plausible deniability and all, but you're proud you were right about the business type.

you look back up at Harry, consideringly. you step back and open the door wider, gesturing him in. “c’mon in then.”

“thank you,” he smiles.

(he has a nice smile.)

you lead him across you apartment (feeling a little self-conscious at the homey mess that it is) and open the balcony door for him. “here you are.”

“thank you,” he repeats, and goes outside.

you watch him a moment, closing the door slowly, hearing talk to himself in a not-talking-to-himself sort of way (“yes, i have a view of the front of the restaurant and the alley…”) and wonder again just what sort of shenanigans your neighbours get into.

feeling a little confused, unsettled, off-balance, curious … you don’t quite know, you head to your kitchen and set about getting snacks ready.

you assemble a tray and with a deep breath, you take it out to the balcony.

“i brought snacks, may i join you?”

“oh, you didn’t have to, um-” he glances down at the street, whatever’s going on there “-sure, and, uh, if i start talking to myself …”

you wave him off, spreading the snacks out. “won’t hear a thing.”

he smiles, a bit embarrassed, self-conscious, awkward, you’re not sure, but he takes some of the snacks and you eat together, the wind and traffic carrying the conversation between you.

“so. i'm told you were a lawyer?”

he laughs. “an evil lawyer. i quit my practice, trying … i'm trying to do better now, help people instead.”

“a self-declared former evil lawyer. how very … good, of you. it’s good that you’re trying to help people.”

he smiles and you think he’s a bit self-conscious about it, not yet comfortable being a ‘good guy’, but you think he’ll be good at it, if it means this much to him to … redeem himself.

he shifts and you stay silent, sensing his attention has been called back to his work, and the reason you’re out on your balcony.

he responds to presumably the voices in his head, a hidden earpiece, ghosts, maybe…

you fall into companionable silence, but every once in a while, between his … work … talk, he turns and asks you questions about yourself. you return them and end up spending hours talking about all sorts of things under the sun. you find out you like similar things and he makes you laugh more than anyone not in your friend group has been able to in a while.

(and maybe when he’s distracted by relaying the comings and goings of the restaurant's back door you find yourself glancing to see if he wears a wedding ring. he doesn’t. you tell yourself not to think about it so much.)

you go inside in the middle of one of his one-sided conversations, as much as you wanted to stay (it’s amusing to watch after all), you were growing cold and hungry again, you hadn’t realized how long you’d stayed there. so you pack up the dishes and carry them inside and start on dinner, not being able to keep yourself from glancing out the window every once in a while.

it’s almost ready and you’re about to pull out dishes for two, when he comes back inside in a rush.

you raise your eyebrows, a small smile gracing your face.

“i have to go, thank you for everything,” he says on his way out.

“no problem,” you call after him. (at least you hadn’t got out dishes yet.)

you hear him pause at the door. he pops his head back around the corner. “it was really nice to meet you.”

you smile. “yah.”

then he leaves. you lock the door behind him and finish up, serving yourself and sitting at your counter to eat. alone.

(if you have to put on some music or move to the couch to watch a show so it’s not so quiet… well, there was no one to know anyway.)

+1 you don’t talk to you neighbours a lot, in fact you don’t see them all that often either. but their missing presence seems even more pronounced in the following weeks. (you feel like your plants are judging you, smitten after just one meeting??.) maybe they’re just busy, or travelling, or working, or you’re just missing each other every time, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen any of them. (and if you’re a little more eager to one of them in particular? well, that will stay between you and your plants.)

finally, on one of your days off, you take matters into your own hands and start baking.

you make two kinds of cookies, because you panicked and worried that not everyone would like one kind.

you assemble a plate to take over, hype yourself up, put your phone in your pocket, make sure your door’s unlocked so you won’t get locked out (but would it be the worst thing in the world if they had to help you break into your own apartment? … yes, if they weren’t at their apartment and you ended up locked out with only cookies for company), and knock on your neighbours’ door.

“hello?”

you don’t recognize the person who opens the door and immediately panic and wonder if they’ve moved out or if they never lived here in the first place, but then you hear Parker’s voice in the background asking who’s there.

“Sophie? who is it?” ae pops up behind Sophie and waves when she sees you. “hi!”

“hi, i brought, uh-”

“cookies!” the plate is out of your hands before you know it, brought up close to Parker’s face as xe inhales the scent of the freshly baked cookies.

you point out the two kinds. “i, uh, wasn’t sure what you liked so i made two different ones, i hope that’s ok.”

“ooooh yay!! more cookies!!” xe cheers and they’re off, disappearing with the cookies.

you hear more voices from the depth of the apartment, you think it’s Hardison who asks Parker who it was.

“um.” you’re about to return to your apartment, quest to deliver your cookies (and check that your neighbours still existed) accomplished, when you hear Hardison’s voice call out, inviting you in to share the cookies.

Sophie must take pity on your panicked expression at being put on the spot, because she offers again. “you should join us, the cookies will be gone before you know it.”

you glance back at your apartment. “i, uh, let me just go lock up.”

Sophie smiles at you.

you dash inside, make sure you have your phone and keys and panic about going into their apartment. they’ve all been inside of yours at this point (except for Sophie … that you know of), but this will be the first time you’ll be seeing theirs and it scares you more than you can explain.

but you decide, ‘gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, baby!’, and leave your apartment, locking it behind you and seeing Sophie still standing there with the door open and a gentle smile on her face.

you go in, toeing your shoes off at the door. Sophie leads you to their living room where Parker, Hardison, Eliot, Breanna and Harry are sitting.

they greet you enthusiastically and warmly when they notice you’ve joined them, complimenting your baking skills.

you laugh. “i was worried i wouldn’t meet your standards but im glad you like them.”

Hardison and Eliot wrangle the plate from Parker to offer you one, you take a cookie, and Breanna quickly steals the plate next.

you end up sitting next to Harry, who sends you a soft smile.

(you don’t catch they teasing looks the others send Harry afterwards.)

you get to witness them acting like the family they are, banter, affection, food fights and all, laughing with them until your sides hurt.

(and if Harry’s eyes lingered a bit too long on your form when you weren’t looking, well… no one needed to know.)

(and if he was noticed by his family teammates, … well then they’d do the only thing to do, tease him about it and urge him to ask you out.)

(and if after you left, the teasing got worse, well, Harry’d leave the apartment to get out of range of their lighthearted barbs.)

(and if instead of going outside like he’d said he was going to, he ended up across the hall and got up the courage to knock, well then you’d open it and invite him in with a smile.)

(and if you two talked for hours before realizing how late it was, no one was there to call you out.)

(and if when he finally left, he asked you out on a date for later that week… well, you would’ve said yes.)

but even if that doesn't happen, you have fun.

~~~

thanks for reading!! feel free to rb and leave nice comments <3

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Comfort Headcanons {Harry Wilson}

Headcanons: How Harry comforts you when you are sad/hurt/etc.

Pairing: Harry Wilson x Gn!Reader (pre and established relationship)

Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Warnings: Brief/subtle mentions of trauma sad events, depression, general bad days, illness, etc.

A/N: These aren't very long, but I'm just trying to get something out, whether it be short or simple.

Harry often feels the urge to help anyone who is having a bad time.

And when it comes to you he would be right there the second he think's you need help.

Before you were in a relationship, he would make sure to be cautious with his help and comfort.

If you were in a bad place because of a job gone wrong or something else personal happening to you, he would try to cheer you up subtly, just trying to distract you.

You knew what he was doing of course, and you appreciated it.

Eventually, when you seemed to lighten up a bit, he would gently steer the conversation towards you.

Eventually, he'd ask if you were okay and would try to get you to talk about your feelings with him.

Luckily, he is very easy to talk to.

He listens well, and can tell if you want feedback, or just a listening ear.

If your heavy emotions linger, he will suggest stress relieving activities, or will bring you your favorite drinks, snacks, etc, just to brighten your mood.

It was these actions that helped you realize he might have feelings for you.

Once you were in a relationship, his ways to comfort you were more in depth, more personal.

Hugs, silent dances in the living room, hot baths, massages, cooking together, cuddling while watching movies or show.

He would buy you flowers, hold your hand, gently rubbing his thumb cross your skin.

You would still talk of course, about everything hurting you.

He had a very good track record of helping you cope with how you were feeling, and bringing you softly back into the light.

None of this was one way either. You were always there to comfort and help him too, often in similar ways.

xx

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“You what?” Your hands brace on your hips, as he gestures to the back of his station wagon.

“I know you’ve having a rough day. And since you won’t let me kill your boss for you, I got you flowers, instead.” His hand sweeps, “All of them. Felt wrong to leave some behind, you know? Plus you have like, a fucking bajillion vases-”

Your mouth opens to protest - but he beats you to it.

“And because… you deserve them.”

You don’t know why you’re friends with Wade sometimes. He’s rude, he crass. He’s everything you’re not - with that mouth of his that’s always running, smudging all the neat lines of your routines.

But then he does something like this - and you can’t help the little flip behind your ribs.

And you think that this time, you might be in trouble.

(a wade wilson x reader rom-com!au)

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Bourbon: Harry Wilson x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @buckysteveloki-me

Summary: The things you and Harry get up to with a 10k bottle of bourbon... it's sinful.

Companion piece to:

Sugar - You're Harry's first stop when he makes it back to New Orleans.

The things you do with bourbon, they’re sinful.

Filthy, debauched, ruinous.

Those are just some of the words that Harry would use to describe what the two of you have gotten up to tonight with that bottle of O.F.C 1993, a whiskey so rare he spent ten grand at the charity auction to obtain it.

When you’d first suggested a private tasting after the event, he’d had no idea of your intentions, not until you’d unfastened the buttons of his shirt and dripped a delicate trail all the way down his chest to his dick. You’d driven him to delirium sucking the bourbon off his cock, his hands tangling in your hair as he thrust up into your mouth, the warmth from the whiskey heightening the sensation.

“Save it for me, mon cœur.” You had drawled, pulling off his dick with a lewd pop as he reached the precipice. “When you come tonight its going to be with me.”

You’d sunk down onto his cock, whisky bottle still in your hand and Harry’s head had tipped back into the couch cushions because the way you feel wrapped around him, there ain’t nothing like it on this God given earth.

You sip from the bottle, holding the bourbon in your mouth before you grasp his jaw and kiss him. The whiskey pours down his throat, that familiar fever erupting  in his chest as he licks the sweet bite of dark cherry and smoked oak right out of you.

His grip on your waist tightens, holding you steady as you lean back and tip the amber liquid onto your chest. A river cascades down the slope of your breast, coating your nipple as Harry captures it in his mouth. His tongue savours the taste, tracing over the sensitive bud as his dick pumps into you, a hard, relentless fucking for being such a bad girl. Your breath hitches and he chases that high by dipping his fingers into bourbon, smearing the liquid across the tips. He reaches between the two of you, tracing circles on your clit, the rapture blossoming from the luxurious heat of the whisky.

You clench around him as his teeth graze your nipple, a delicious blush of agony amongst of the ecstasy that sends you teetering over the edge, your sweet honey coating his dick. He lasts two more thrusts before he’s coming with you, his release spilling inside that pussy, marking it as his own.

“Best ten k I’ve ever spent.” He whispers into your ear, taking care not to nudge your hearing aid as his palm comes to rest on the back of your neck, keeping you close.

“Oh mon cher.” You tut, your lips brushing his temple as you study the half-drunk vessel residing on the side table beside the lamp. “We’re not done until that bottle is.”

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february sleepover

OPEN UNTIL SATURDAY, FEB 8TH AT 11:59 PM EST

she's back :)

who am i if not a fan of a good sleepover? we all love them lol there’s no real reason other than just for fun but there will be some valentine's and regular prompts as well so we’ve got a variety and you are also more than welcome to send in your own ideas/concepts too! let’s get into the rules and prompts and get this thing started

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rules

please check my request faqs & guidelines before making a request as well as who i write for. if you want me to write for someone new, just ask me before sending in a request but everyone on that list is fair game

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[art-by-jas]

Dancing

Harry Wilson x Reader

Summary: Harry's impromptu dance lessons in the kitchen lead to a spicy encounter.

WC: 1.4k

Rating: T

TAGS: Feelings confession, First Kiss

A/N: I am only on episode 4 so please be nice to me I'm fragile and don't have his characterization down yet. but if you enjoy don't be afraid to like and comment, thank you!

The kitchen is spacious, with granite countertops and dark wood cabinets. The radio is playing a soft, romantic melody. The setting sun's soft, golden light illuminates the kitchen. It glints off the tiles as it enters through the windows. The rain has just stopped, leaving everything with a delightful, fresh rain smell.

Harry walks up to you. He smirks. "May I have this dance?" He holds one of his hands outstretched to you.

You let out a slight chuckle, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I don't really know how to dance, Harry." You admit, looking down at your feet.

Harry grins at your admission, finding your shyness endearing. "That's alright. I'll guide you through it." He reassures you, taking your hand in his and gently pulling you closer to him. "Just follow my lead."

You nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as Harry leads you into a simple dance step. You stumble a bit, but he's patient with you, laughing softly at your clumsiness. "You're doing great," he says encouragingly. "Just relax and let go of any overthinking."

Looking up at him, you saw that Harry was gazing at you gently, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. As Harry continues to lead you in the dance, he can’t help but admire you. "You know, you're doing great," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. The soft sunlight streaming in through the windows dances across his features, enhancing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes as he smiles down at you. His hands, warm and firm on your waist and yours on his shoulders, seemed to hold you even closer, keeping you balanced and secure in his arms. The kitchen was quiet except for the quiet music playing and their soft breathing.

You can’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you at his praise. "I don't feel like I'm doing great," you reply, blushing slightly. "I'm stepping on your feet."

Harry just chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't worry about it," he says softly. He spins you around, effortlessly guiding you into a gentle twirl before pulling you back into his arms. The way he moves is graceful, and you can’t help but wonder where he learned to dance so well. As you lean into him, Harry's voice drops even lower, taking on a huskier quality. "You're a natural, cheri," he whispers. The words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel a warmth pool in your chest as he uses the sweet nickname.

The name sounds even more endearing with his Southern accent, and you can’t help but smile at the way it sounds coming from him. Harry's eyes flicker down to your lips, as if drawn by some magnetic force. The tension between you seems to grow with each passing moment, and you find yourself staring at his mouth as well. The space between you continue to dwindle until your noses are almost touching, his face mere inches from yours.

The kitchen fades around you, leaving only the two of you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you were holding your breath, anticipating what was about to happen. Time seems to slow down, every second feeling like an eternity. Then, without warning, Harry closes the small gap between you and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is soft and tentative at first, but as the moments pass, it deepens, becoming more passionate and demanding. One of Harry's hands move up to cup your cheek, tilting your head slightly to give him better access. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entry, and you willingly part them for him. You forget all about the dancing, focusing only on the sensation of his mouth on yours. Harry's other hand moves down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. The kiss is a mix of slow, sensuous exploration and fiery need, leaving you both breathless and craving more.

Finally, he reluctantly pulls back, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Harry's eyes met yours, and you can see a mixture of desire, affection, and maybe even a touch of surprise in them.

"Wow," he says softly, seeming slightly dazed by the intensity of the moment. "That was... something." He gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, his touch sending another shiver down your spine.

"Yeah," you whisper, barely recognizing your own voice. "It was." You can still taste him on your lips.

The room seems to slowly come back into focus, and you can hear the soft music from the radio again. But the world feels different now, as if the kiss somehow changed everything. Harry is still holding you close, his hand warm on your cheek, and you find yourself reluctant to move, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible.

He caresses your cheek with feather-light touches, and you close your eyes, savoring the sensation. Harry's voice is tender when he speaks again. "You know, I've wanted to do that for a while now," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

The confession surprises you, and your eyes flicker open. You look at him, seeing a rare glimpse of softness in his expression. "You have?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Harry nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah," he replies, his thumb continuing its gentle caress on your cheek. "From the first moment I met you, there was just something about you that...drew me in." He pauses, seeming to weigh his words carefully. "And every time I spend time with you, that feeling just gets stronger."

The earnestness in his voice makes your heart flutter. "Harry, I-I didn't know you felt that way," you stutter, a mix of disbelief and happiness swirling inside you.

Harry's smile turns a shade more self-deprecating as he speaks. "To be honest, I wasn't sure how you'd react, given the age difference between us," he admits, a hint of insecurity in his voice. "I thought I was being a dirty old man for even thinking about you in that way." He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture perhaps.

You're touched by his vulnerability. "You thought you were being a 'dirty old man'?" you tease lightly, gently poking his arm. "And here I am, thinking I hit the jackpot because of your age." You wink at him, hoping he would see the playful flirtation in your eyes.

Harry's eyes widen slightly at your words, and a hint of disbelief washes over his face. "You...you're into the age thing?" he asks, an adorable blend of surprise and curiosity in his voice.

You nod, feeling a bit mischievous. "Absolutely," you confirm, smiling at his reaction. "I've found that older men are just...more attractive." You can’t help but relish the slightly shocked expression on his face.

Harry's mouth twitches into a small smile, the disbelief slowly melting away. "More attractive, huh?" he echoes, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Never thought I'd hear that from a gorgeous woman like you."

"Well, believe it," you retort, feeling a giddy thrill at the direction the conversation was taking.

Harry's smile widens, and he steps a bit closer to you, his gaze turning more intense. "You just might be a little minx," he teases, his voice deepening with a hint of a southern accent. "Playing with a man's heart like this."

"Who, me?" You feign innocence, batting your eyelashes up at him. "I would never." You try to keep a straight face, but the corners of your mouth are twitching with laughter.

Harry chuckles at your feigned innocence, clearly seeing through the act. "Oh, sure," he drawls sarcastically. "You're just a pure, innocent little thing, aren't you?" He reaches out and tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.

A giggle escapes your lips. "Hey! I am innocent," you protest, swatting his hand away. "You're the one corrupting me here."

Harry laughs, clearly enjoying this banter. "Oh, am I corrupting you now?" he says teasingly. "I'm such a bad influence." He steps even closer, leaving only a few inches between you.

Your heart rate quickens as Harry closes the distance. "The worst," you retort, trying to maintain your playful tone despite the flutter in your chest. His proximity is intoxicating, and you find yourself subconsciously leaning towards him.

Harry's eyes fixate on your lips as you lean closer, his gaze unwavering. He reaches up to lightly touch your chin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I can be much worse," he whispers, his voice dropping an octave.

MASTERLIST

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marvel masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ avengers : tony stark, james rhodes (rhodey), bruce banner (norton), bruce banner (ruffalo), natasha romanoff, thor odinson, steve rogers, clint barton, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, vision, scott lang, hope van dyne, stephen strange, peter parker (maguire), peter parker (garfield), peter parker (holland), shuri, carol danvers, shang chi, monica rambeau, joaquin torres, kate bishop, kamala khan (platonic),

╰┈➤ pre-mcu spiderman : norman osborn, otto octavius, harry osborn (franco), harry osborn (dehaan), dr curt connors, gwen stacey (stone)

╰┈➤ the defenders (+supporting) : matt murdock, jessica jones, luke cage, danny rand, frank castle, karen page, elektra natchios

╰┈➤ thunderbolts : james buchanan barnes (bucky), john walker, ava starr, bob reynolds, yelena belova

╰┈➤ antagonists : emil blonsky (abomination), loki laufeyson, baron zemo, kaecilius, hela odinsdottir, erik killmonger, proxima midnight, yon-rogg, quentin beck (mysterio), gorr, valentina allegra de fontaine, agatha harkness, maya lopez, rio vidal

╰┈➤ s.h.i.e.l.d : nick fury, maria hill

╰┈➤ loki : loki laufeyson (loki series variant), sylvie laufeysdottir, mobius,

╰┈➤ eternals : ikaris, sersi, thena, druig, ajak, kingo, phastos, gilgamesh, makkari, dane whitman

╰┈➤ moon knight : marc spector (/steven grant), layla el-faouly, arthur harrow

╰┈➤ guardians of the galaxy : gamora, nebula

╰┈➤ asgardians : lady sif, valkyrie, heimdall

╰┈➤ supporting characters : pepper potts, elizabeth ross, jane foster, darcy lewis, peggy carter, howard stark, sharon carter, jimmy woo, christine palmer, may parker, michelle jones, okoye, m'baku, melina vostokoff, xialing, katy, henry lopez, jennifer kale, lilli calderu

NOTE : I still haven't seen all the movies and shows in the marvel universe and I'm currently on my rewatch. this list is subject to changes as I progress. the categories aren't strict, they're mainly so that I have an easier time navigating whom I added and whom I haven't. as always, characters in red are the ones I'm most looking forward to writing about.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tony stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james rhodes (rhodey). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (norton). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bruce banner (ruffalo). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ natasha romanoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thor odinson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve rogers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ clint barton. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sam wilson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wanda maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pietro maximoff. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vision. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ scott lang. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hope van dyne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stephen strange. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (maguire). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (garfield). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peter parker (holland). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shuri. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ carol danvers. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shang chi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ monica rambeau. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ joaquin torres. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate bishop. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kamala khan (platonic). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ norman osborn. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ otto octavius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (franco). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ harry osborn (deehan). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dr curt connors. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gwen stacey (stone). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ matt murdock. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jessica jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luke cage. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ danny rand. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ frank castle. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ karen page. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elektra natchios. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ james buchanan barnes. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ john walker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ava starr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bob reynolds. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yelena belova. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emil blonsky (abomination). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hela odinsdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ erik killmonger. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ proxima midnight. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yon-rogg. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ quentin beck (mysterio). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gorr. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valentina allegra de fontaine. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ agatha harkness. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maya lopez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rio vidal. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nick fury. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maria hill. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ loki laufeyson (loki series variant). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sylvie laufeysdottir. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mobius. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ikaris. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sersi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thena. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ druig. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ajak. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kingo. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ phastos. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gilgamesh. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dane whitman. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ marc spector (/stephen grant). ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ layla el-faouly. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ arthur harrow. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gamora. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nebula. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lady sif. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ valkyrie. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ heimdall. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pepper potts. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elizabeth ross. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jane foster. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ darcy lewis. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ peggy carter. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ howard stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sharon carter. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jimmy woo. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ christine palmer. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ may parker. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ michelle jones. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ okoye. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[opustenaajlica]

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑺

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄:

you're hiding something from the team

you're blind

you also have chronic pain

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

you're his sick girlfriend

you're the new recruit, and he is crushing on you

you're blind

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋 | 001

he wants to escape with you

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 | 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘

you're her girlfriend and plan to surprise visit her

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

you slowly open up to Bucky after the Avengers save you from HYDRA

you and your brother and sister Wanda and Pietro, are soon getting saved by the Avengers

you call him, until you see he is right in front of you, or is he?

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐑.

arranged marriage and "Who did this" trope

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄

you're an actress and bring your crush with you on the last day of filming

all these bots are now available on C.Ai on my profile @opustenaajlica

[dietcokeangel2004]

Fred & George Weasley x reader

In a 4x4 by you, babe, from the bayou to Kentucky. City to the country, from here to Timbuktu. Boy, after a long day, you know there ain't no wrong way to drive my crazy. Crazy in a 4x4 by you.

~ 4x4xU by Lainey Wilson

[01rocketboy01]

Too Close (Harry Wilson x GN!Reader)

Summary: After Harry is almost injured on a job, an argument reveals feelings that have been left unsaid.

Tags: Confession, First Kiss, Fluff

Warnings: mild angst (argument), discussion of possible injury, discussion of possible death

“That was too close, Harry. Too close.” You told him, setting down your bag on the counter of the bar heavily, the equipment rattling loudly inside as you set it down harder than you needed to.

You pulled out your earbud, stuffing it in your pocket. The rest of the team was getting food and didn’t have their earbuds in, but you didn’t want them getting back on coms and snooping anyway. You had planned to come back to HQ alone, but Harry had insisted on following you back because clearly something was bothering you.

“What was too close?” Harry asked, following your lead and setting down his much lighter bag on the bar as well. “We all got out of there fine, as far as I can see. No broken-“

“That guy almost gutted you like a goddamn fish! And you’re trying to tell me everything is fine?” You cut him off, startling him slightly as you raise your voice. There’s a tinge of guilt in the pit of your stomach, but it’s quickly replaced by anger and concern.

“Eliot got to me in time. Not even a scratch!” Harry smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. It doesn’t work.

“What if Eliot hadn’t been there?” You cross your arms, facing him. Staring him down.

Harry shrugged, a quick, unintentionally dismissive gesture. “I would’ve been fine.”

“No, no you wouldn’t have.” You narrow your eyes, approaching him slowly. “You aren’t like Sophie, you can’t talk your way out of everything. You’re not like Eliot, you can’t punch your way out of everything. You don’t carry a taser. What would you have done?”

Harry meets your gaze, eyes widening slightly. He looks hurt. “You don’t trust me.” He says softly. “You don’t think I’m very capable, do you?”

The look in his eyes sting more than his words as your anger stutters slightly in its steps. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that you got too deep in the con, okay? And it got too hot.”

“Why don’t you trust me?” Harry asks, stepping towards you. “I understood in the beginning, but now? I’m not helpless, I’ve proven that I’m not helpless.”

“I’m not saying you’re helpless I’m just saying-“

“What I’m hearing is you think I can’t take care of myself-“

“No, that not-“

“Would you be saying this if it was Sophie? Or Parker, or Eliot, or Hardison? Or even Breanna?”

“That’s not the point, the point is that-“

“I just don’t understand-“

“You could’ve died!” You yell suddenly, voice ringing over Harry’s and causing him to shut his mouth quickly. “You could’ve been hurt or died and I can’t—I won’t live with that. I won’t let that happen.”

Harry seems dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. You turn from him, pulling open your equipment bag. You need to busy yourself. You need to get away from here.

Harry approaches carefully, hands up in gentle surrender. “Hey, I’m okay, alright? I’m not dead.”

“I know.” You snap quickly, digging around in the bag.

“Please, look at me.” Harry says quietly, standing next to you. You huff slightly, resolutely turning to face him. The concern in his eyes nearly melts your heart. “What’s going on?”

“I just…” You swallow thickly. How much are you willing to say? How much are you willing to admit? “I care about you. I worry about you. I hate seeing you hurt. And you almost…” You trail off, looking away.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Harry says gently, holding out a hand. “Can I have your hand?”

“What?” You look at him, a little confused.

“Just…please.” He says pleadingly.

You oblige, giving him your hand. He takes it, placing your palm on his chest, slightly under his blazer and over his dress shirt. You can feel his heart thrumming underneath your fingers, and the heat emanating from his body.

“I’m right here.” Harry says softly, catching your gaze and drawing it to his eyes. “I’m okay.”

“Your heart is beating a little fast.” You tell him, unconsciously syncing your breathing with his in the close proximity.

Harry chuckles slightly, eyes wrinkling up. “But it’s beating, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You sigh softly, not pulling your hand away. The feeling of his heart calms your own, grounding you.

“Why do you…care so much? About me?” Harry asks very genuinely. “I mean, you care about everyone, you get upset when anyone is hurt. But with me, it’s just always…more.”

“I didn’t like you at first.” You tell him, and his eyes widen ever so slightly. “It’s true. Didn’t trust you. But every so slowly you wormed your way into my heart. And before I knew what was happening, there you were. And here I was. And I…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Gathering your courage. “I fell in love with you. It’s stupid, but I can’t do a thing about it.”

“You…what?” Harry is aghast, mouth falling open slightly. “With me?”

“Forget it.” You pull your hand away as if you were burned, taking his surprise as rejection. As mockery.

“No, no-“ He places a hand on your shoulder before you can turn away. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t a good response, I’m just…” He shakes his head. “I love you too.”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised, blinking slowly in confusion.

“This is not-“ Harry chuckles, eyes wrinkling up once more. “Not how I thought this discussion was going to go? This is a lot more awkward, than I-“

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to you as if you’ve been waiting to do that for a very long time. He freezes for a second before he wraps his arms around you as well, hand coming up to cradle your head gently. You pull back slightly to look him in the eyes. He looks back at you, the moment charged with a lot of words that could be said. Until finally, he speaks.

“Can I—may I kiss you?” He asks sheepishly, almost with the energy of a nervous teenager on a first date.

Your response is to press your lips against his, eyes fluttering shut as you savor the feeling of his lips tenderly. He kisses back quickly, one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head.

You both pull back after a second to look at each other once more, breathing softly against each other’s lips, the spell unbroken. His eyes flicker down from your lips back up to your eyes, and it’s less than a second your lips are crashing together, much more desperately this time. Your hands grab the front of his blazer as you both stumble back against the bar, kissing him like you’re about to lose him. You want to memorize this feeling.

As you both break for air, panting slightly, he smiles, looking at you with lingering concern. “You okay?” He asks softly.

“Yeah.” You respond just as softly, lips still ghosting over his. “I just…didn’t realize how much I wanted this.”

“Me neither.” He says, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’d like to do that more often.”

This makes you laugh quietly, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Whoa, okay!”

You and Harry nearly jump out of your skins as you whirl around to see that the team has returned from getting food, all of them startled, but none of them particularly surprised.

“Wondering how long it was gonna take.” Eliot says with a half smile that quickly disappears when Sophie holds out her hand. He grumbles and digs in his pocket, giving her a wad of cash.

“You betted on us?” Harry asks, clearing his throat and trying to adjust his tie.

“Of course.” Breanna said with a shrug, walking over to the table and setting down a bag of food. “Are you two like…a thing now?”

“Well, I think maybe that’s the type of thing you discuss over dinner.” Harry turns to you, holding out his arm. “Would you like to?”

“Yes.” You take his arm, face still slightly flushed from embarrassment. “Please.”

Sophie smiled and shakes her head, tossing you a look as you walk out into the courtyard with Harry.

“So. Hungry?” Harry asks, leading you out onto the sidewalk.

“Yes. I could eat.” You say with a grin, giving his arm and affectionate squeeze.

[grapejuicebrat]

Masterlist

Series

WAS IT REAL OR JUST FOR SHOW? (famous!harry styles x famous!y/n)

where you and harry are flirting with each other for months, hate each other for years, love each other for decades. (ONGOING)

BRUTAL (neighbour! bad boy!harry styles x innocent! reader)

where you are tired of your image of an angel. you want to be a disappointment and your incredibly hot neighbour is happy to help you get spoiled. (ONGOING)

BETWEEN US (famous!drew starkey x reader)

A quiet, slow-burning love story woven with tender glances, unspoken tension, and the quiet ache of forbidden desire—like a song that lingers too long in your mind, refusing to let go.

One-Shots

I MISS YOU, IM SORRY (rafe cameron x reader)

I LOVE YOU, IM SORRY (pt. 2)

everywhere i go leads me back to you.

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY (dark!rafe cameron x reader)

you thought dating rafe was hard. but breaking up was much worse.

CARRY YOU HOME (rafe cameron x reader)

where rafe finally found someone who loves him. and where finally rafe falls in love.

MY WORST (bbf!rafe cameron x reader)

the more you try to fix him, the more you make it worse.

CHAMPAGNE COAST (ex!rafe cameron x reader)

where rafe has to watch you moving on.

TIDE OF CONTROL (ex! rafe cameron x reader)

moonlit docks, crashing waves, and the suffocating grip of a love too toxic to escape.

Blurbs

LITTLE DARK AGE (dark! rafe cameron x reader)

just know that if you hide it doesn’t go away.

NEIGHBOUR!RAFE CAMERON

BBF!RAFE CAMERON

DEADPOOL X WAITRESS!READER