you stole a kiss and stole my heart

We believe drunk kisses are meaningless. Yes, some will fade out with the night, but some will chase you throught the sober mornings and nights forever.
Persephone {pt.4}

Type: Miniseries Continuation; 7th Sense | One | Two | Three | Four
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Suggestive (NO SMUT), Demon!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 1,973
A/N: It’s been exactly 4 months since I’ve updated Persephone. Sigh…so sorry for the long wait.
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Joshua stared at the tile wall, eyes pink and swollen from all the tears. He lay in the ice cold water, his arms draped over your wilt body that rests on his chest. He was completely drenched from head to toe, but he couldn’t be bothered by that.

His throat felt dry as fuck from all the screaming.

Joshua begged you to come back to him. He begged and begged, desperately whispering sweet words into your ear as he held you in his arms. When that didn’t work, he tried tracing your soul.

He used up all his energy to summon your soul back to your body before you could reach the final destination.

He could feel you, but couldn’t find you.

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What Are Friends For? {Remus Lupin x Reader} *REQUESTED*

For you, anon! 3 requests down. 1 more to go!

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Sunday afternoons with (Y/n) were mostly spent outdoors, trying to explore the secluded places around the school. (Y/n) did not mind this since she loved being away from all the drama in school and it was the only time she really gets to spend with her boyfriend, Remus Lupin, alone.  

She sat on the checkered blanket he had set up for their picnic by the lake while Remus lied down with his head on her lap.

“How are you today, love?” He smiled, looking up at his girl.

“Splendid, darling. What about you?”

“Good!” He chuckled, opening his mouth as she popped a tiny chocolate in his mouth. His lips closed around the tip of her finger, making her giggle.

“No biting!” She laughed, drawing back her hand and wiping it on her dress. Remus sat up and took a tiny chocolate as well, holding it between his fingers.

“Alright, now it’s your turn.” He smirked and as his hand came close to her lips, he suddenly popped it in his mouth at the last second. She frowned at him while he began to laugh.

“That’s not fair!” She whined.

“Again, again. But this time, close your eyes and open your mouth when I tell you to.”

(Y/n) raised her brow at him suspiciously. “You’re not gonna put a pebble in my mouth now, are you?”

“Of course not. Now close your eyes.”

She did as she was told and waited for his instruction. She wanted to keep one eye open to see what he was trying to do when she felt him kiss her lips lightly.

She opened her eyes and saw the smirk on his face.

“So where’s the chocolate?”

“Come on, you didn’t find that at least a bit sweet?”

“Well, I wasn’t able to taste anything. Maybe you should try again.”

“Now, you’re just playing with me.”

(Y/n) laughed at Remus who pretended to look angry, his arms crossed and his lips in a cute pout. She wrapped her arms around him and lied down on the blanket with him, watching the clouds move slowly. Remus pulled her closer to him, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

“You know, when I was a kid, I thought the cotton candy was stolen from the clouds.” She said, making him lift his head and look at her amusingly.

“Mm, you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think your parents stole the stars and placed them in your eyes.”  Remus smiled, twirling her hair around his finger. She snorted at his pick up line and rolled her eyes.

“Haha. Try again.”

“Hm, I think your parents stole the–”

“Seriously? What is it with my parents stealing things?” She grinned at him.

“Because you stole my heart, (Y/n).” Remus said with a straight face. (Y/n) watched him and tried to bite her lip to force herself from smiling but she could not take it. She chuckled and felt her cheeks blush at his words.

“That was very smooth, Lupin.”

He smiled and kissed her lips once more which she returned passionately. She gave him one last tiny peck before checking the time.

“Do you think we should go back?”

“Yeah, the boys might get suspicious already. I told them I was in the library and James might find out I’m not there.”

(Y/n) nodded understandably, beginning to pack away their things and the checkered blanket. Remus helped her out and the two walked together hand in hand before stopping at the front of one of the school’s entrance.

“Next week again?” He asked to which (Y/n) smiled and nodded again.

“Sunday. See you around, love.” She placed a kiss on his cheek and waved goodbye.

He blushed at the gesture and went back to the Gryffindor common room where his friends sat by the fire. James was the first to notice the smile on Remus’s face which he tried to hide.

“You look a little happy there, Moony. Did you find little red riding hood on her way to her granny’s house?”

“No, just the same red haired girl who won’t go out with you.” Remus countered, sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“Oooh, burn, Prongs!”

“Shut up, Padfoot.”

“I just went to the library to read,” Remus said, smiling once more as he pictured the smile on (Y/n)’s face and her beautiful (h/c) hair.

“Moony, you’re doing it again,” Peter said, watching his friend with amusement.

“Doing what?”

“You’re a bad liar, Moony. No, you’re a horrible liar.” Sirius teased.

“You’re fancying someone!” James smirked. “Come on, lovewolf. Who is it?”

“No one!”

“Oh, I think I know who it is! It’s (Y/n), isn’t it?” Peter said, bouncing on his chair excitedly.

“Wow, Peter. Thanks for ratting me out.” Remus rolled his eyes.

“So it is true!” James said. “You fancy her!”

“Yes!”

“Have you snogged her yet?” Sirius asked. The question caught Remus off guard and without hesitation, he answered a loud “Yes” before realizing he had slipped his own secret. The boys snorted and laughed while Remus hid his blushing face with a pillow.

“Lovewolf, lovewolf!” James chanted, “Think we should name you that, instead!”

“Fuck off, Prongs.”

“Mind your language, swearwolf.”

“Maybe we should also call (Y/n) something. Like Mrs. Moony! Or Mrs. Lovewolf!”

“Can we stop with the lovewolf, please?” Remus complained from behind the pillow.

“Can’t quite hear you, Moony. What did you say?”

“I said, can we stop with the–”

“Oh, Remus! Where are thou Remus?” James said in a high pitched voice, ignoring his friend’s muttering. “Oh, yes! Remus! Right there!”

James started to moan loud, enough to be heard from outside. Sirius joined him and the two began to create random noises while Peter laughed at the two.  

“You two disgust me.” Remus removed his pillow and waited for the two to calm down from their antics. After sharing a last laugh, they stopped and sat on the chair where Remus was.

“So, I take it, you really love her?” James asked.

“Of course I do. I’m just worried how she’ll feel about our relationship now publicized.”

“Nobody knows excepts us, you know.” Sirius said.

“Well, you were moaning my name earlier so I’m pretty sure the whole castle knows by now.”

“Even so, you think we won’t hex them if they say something?”

“Padfoot’s right. I think we should celebrate this and maybe next time, I can also join you with my future–”

“And nonexistent.”

“–wife!” James finished and glared at Sirius.

“We got your back, Moony!” Peter smiled, patting his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”

Remus shook his head with a smile and ran his fingers through his hair. Despite how idiotic and troublesome his friends could be, they were like his family and now that they know about his relationship with (Y/n), he couldn’t help but feel happy and satisfied with the people he cared most about.

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Selfless

Prompt: Newt x Reader Sex 

Warnings: SMUT, SEX, NSFW, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK    

  “Do you recall,” Newt began as you walked hand in hand into the kitchen where he had, not even 10 minutes before, chopped up huge slabs of meats and other various foods, and thrown them in the buckets, now empty, you both held in your other hand. “The very first time you met my Niffler?”

   “Of course!” You shrieked,“That little heathen stole my grandmothers favorite broach from my hat!” You inevitably giggle a little as a large grin spread across The mans face. 

   “Well, I just so happen to know he also stole something else that day.” The man with the unmanageable red hair had a smirk plastered to his face that told you he thought he was getting away with something. You rose an eyebrow. You weren’t missing anything else, were you? 

   “What may that be?” You giggle in response, rolling your eyes as you set your buckets on the counter. He turns to face you, smoothly picking up a hand and kissing your knuckles. 

    “Your heart. And then he gave it to me.” You couldn’t help it, a laugh fell from your mouth, but quickly stopped when you saw the look on his face.

     “How long did it take you to work up that line, Newt?” You giggle as you bend in and kiss his freckled cheek.

     “The entire morning, in all honestly…” He looked down blushing red in embarrassment. Rolling your eyes with a silent sight your wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a slow, sensual kiss.

     “Don’t be silly, Mr. Scamander,” you slurred seductively, “He didn’t take it, I forfeit it to you the second I saw your handsome face.” With a small smile, he ran his hand through your hair.

     “Oh please, don’t stroke my ego any more than necessary.” He coughed out blushing. You grinned at the man’s comment. 

     “Say’s the most selfless man I’ve ever know.”         

    “Oh trust me, darling. It seems, I have my moments.” He mumbles clearly reminiscing about something. You laugh as you turn to close cupboards and clean buckets. 

      “Well, maybe, if it’d be alright, we could adjourn to the bedroom once I’m done cleaning up you mess?” You ask, turning your head away so he doesn’t see how red your face is. 

      “Well, as we’re married, isn’t a shared mess?” 

      “You’re delusions are adorable, Newton.”

      “Which is exactly why I married you. Everyone else just finds them annoying.” 

      “No, no. Your annoying enough on your own.” Blushing wildly, Newt smiles at the ground. “Oh, you know I find it endearing!” The room was quiet for a moment. 

      “Oh, and to your previous question, yes I’d like that very much.“  He spoke again, after a quiet moment. 

                                                        ~~~

    You were suddenly pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around Newt’s waist, trousers thrown in a sure to wrinkle puddle beneath you, pressing yourself completely against him. You buried your mouth into his neck and began to suck and savor the sweet, smooth skin, flicking you’re tongue as you hear him gasp. With a sudden dominance, he pulled you back and threw the two of you atop your shared bed, ruffling the duvet to nearly in-repairable fashion. Pushing your blouse up past your navel. Newt bent to place delicate kisses in a slow line down it. His eyes suddenly flicked up to meet yours, dilated and filled with desire, the both of you. His hands ready to pull your panties off, but only delicately lingering on the band, waiting for consent. 

     "Would this be alright?” He asked slowly. “Do tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable for even a second and we can return to more, uh, conventional methods.” You nodded profusely, closing your eyes in pleasure. 

     “Oh please, Newt, keep going!” You pant. With one last look of skepticism shaken away, he returned to his natural savage state, pulling slowly dragging them down your long legs letting his fingers caress the smooth skin. Carefully, he let his kisses drop into unexplored territory, as he spread apart your legs and directed the attention of his tentative tongue to your clitoris, flicking and circling it with a surprisingly skilled gentleness, that made you gasp at the sensation. In one swift move, he paved a steady trail down you, then swiftly back up to your clit. You tilted your head back in ecstasy, your legs beginning to shake. When suddenly, his tongue thrusted inside you, you let out a loud moan. Your scream resonated through the room and suddenly, Newt rose from between your legs startled. 

     "I didn’t hurt you, did I?!“ He asked, worry plastered across his guilty face. You widened your eyes and gritted your teeth. “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. Don’t you even dare stop!” The intensity of his full name made him fall suddenly back to where he was and continue the job he was determined to complete. He kept with his steady pattern of circling the clitoris, but direct yet indirect stimulation, than drawing a thick line down to your opening were he thrusted and back up again until he refused the pattern by adding steady pressure and massaging of his thumb against your clitoris. You arch your back and let out a shriek as the pressure releases within you.  Wiping his mouth, he crawls back up, and hovers above you, setting a sweet kiss against your neck, where a mark is sure to set, next time you look in the mirror.  

    “It isn’t exactly fair that I’m always the one to get to completion, is it?” 

    “What was that I was was saying earlier about you being the most selfless man, I’ve ever met?”

    “I’d hardly consider that an example!”

    “Touche, Scamander.” Then you kissed once more, sweet taste of yourself on his lips. A man so awkward, so sure of himself in your arms, intertwined in every way possible.  Your fingers push into his hair and grip tighter as you push him onto his back. 

    "I’m in control, now.” You speak in a throaty tone, eyes dilated. 

    “Only fair, isn’t it?“ Your lips press together once more in a fashion that shows theirs so going back. You finish peeling the clothes off his body, shirt, suspenders, bow tie, trousers, a pile of cloth mixed in a unidentifiable pile with the sheets and blankets. Light poured through the drapes and left you in the darkness, only lit by the light of each other. Soon, your eyes were locked, as pants of ecstasy echoed through the room. Your sweaty body pressed against his, as you rode him to completion, a steady pace built as you bounced up and down, collapsing beside him when he finished. 

    "That was good, wasn’t it?” He asked panting beside you. 

    “Yes, love. As always, that was very good." 

     "Good to know I’m yet to disappoint." 

     “Yes, but one thing could improve.”

     "What’d that be?“ 

     "Look at the floating fruit in the corner.”

     "What?” He turned to look in the corner, “Dougal ! My god, get back in the case, you banana loving bloke!“  Sudden appall appeared on Newt’s face as he scurried, pointlessly, for the blanket to cover you  as the Demiguise came into view and stomped his way back into the case.      

      "New rule. No case in the bedroom.”

Just so you know missing you fucking sucks. I don’t want to miss you anymore. But I do. I miss the phone calls at 3am when all I wanted to do was sleep. I miss your stupid questions. I miss the stories that you made up but, really they were about us. I miss the boy who refused to hang up first because he thought it was rude. I miss knowing no matter what I could always trust you to make my day brighter. I miss having to wait for practice to end before I could talk to you again. I tried to act mad but I couldn’t stay mad. I miss your hugs, they really were the best. Out of all these things the one thing I miss the most was goodbye. You said goodbye but didn’t tell me you meant forever. I wish I could move on and let go, and simply be done. No matter how hard I try to convince myself I know I can’t be done. That’s the worst part, I’ll always love you, it may not be the same type of love but it will always be the same amount of love. You, the boy who stole my first kiss also stole my heart. It’s yours. You once told me a story about a boy and a girl that fell for each other, and everything was perfect from that day on. I think that was the only story you ever told me that definitely wasn’t about us.
—  the words i wish i could say

Bring Me The Horizon // Deathbeds *just my edit*

Pond Life

FANDOM WRITING CHALLENGE | envydean
Prompt: Kiss
Pairing: Destiel
Tags/Warnings: Five and one, homophobic language, ponds, fluff, happy ending, near drowning, hurt/comfort
Summary: Five times Dean and Castiel don’t quite get to kiss and the one time they do.
Word Count: 3,620 

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ONE – eight years old

Castiel had moved into the blue house across the road four years ago and they’d become fast friends ever since. It was after a time when Dean needed all the friends he could get. Dean didn’t talk to Castiel for months after meeting Castiel but eventually with a lot of help and encouragement from his dad, Dean began to say hello.

They spent all their time together after that and if people thought it was weird, they didn’t care.

One of their friends had asked why they didn’t have a girlfriend, but they had each other – what would they need a girlfriend for? Girls were gross and they had cooties! Plus, everyone’s girlfriends last the best part of a day before they were ditched.

Dean met Cas down by the pond behind Castiel’s house like they always did after school. Dean liked that they were still short enough that their toes didn’t get wet when they sat on the edge of the jetty. They weren’t supposed to be on the jetty in case one of them fell in, but Dean could swim a whole fifty meters unaided so he deemed that good enough.

“Hey, Cas!”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel turned and he smiled as Dean sat down beside him. But his smile soon turned and Dean frowned.

“What’s the matter, Cas?” Dean asked, nudging Castiel’s elbow with his own.

“Do you think it’s nice to kiss someone?” Castiel asked.

“I dunno. Sammy’s kisses are all wet and gooey. It’s gross!”

“My dad gave me these pictures of my mommy.” Castiel explained sullenly. He handed three pictures over to Dean who flicked through them. One of them was from just last year with Castiel and his mom together at the beach.

“Is this the one you’re on about?” Dean asked, holding up the photo of Cas’ parents kissing as a very young Castiel grinned at the camera.

“Uh huh… do you think it’s nice?”

“My dad says boys should kiss the girls he likes… like your mommy and dad.”

“You can kiss boys you like too!” Cas exclaimed.

“You can?”

Dean handed back the photos and Cas returned them to the small backpack he’d taken with him.

“We should try it,” Cas said.

“Okay, you’re my best friend, Cas, so that works, right?”

“Uh huh.” They turned to face each other, awkwardly wondering how this even worked and if, perhaps, something magical would happen. It always did in the fairy tales they were told.

Just as they got themselves sorted their names were hollered by Cas’ dad. He came closer and took each of them by the hand, taking them away from the edge of the pond.

“I’ve told you boys several times to keep away from the edge of the pond. Castiel – you cannot swim okay.”

“I can!” Dean piped up helpfully.

“Dean… it doesn’t work like that. Yes, you can swim, but you couldn’t get Castiel out of the water. Both me and your dad have told you this. I think it’s best you go home and explain what’s happened.”

Both the boys sighed quietly and Dean kicked the dirt before heading back to his house, only stopping once to turn around and wave goodbye to Cas.

TWO – sixteen years old

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Hoodie Thief

Prompt: Newt’s hoodie goes missing. He later discovers it was Y/N who took it.

Newt was looking everywhere for his hoodie, but he couldn’t find it in any of the usual places. He finally settled for asking the other Gladers if they had seen it.

“Hey, Alby,” Newt called out, walking up to his friend. “Have you seen my hoodie? I swear I had the buggin’ thing set on my hammock, but it’s not there.”

“I don’t know,” Alby answered. “Maybe one of the others took it as a joke.” He suggested, gesturing to the Glade. All around them, Gladers were walking and doing their jobs. It was a good idea.

“Maybe,” Newt responded. It wasn’t completely unlikely.

“I’d start with Chuck,” Alby nodded towards the plump, curly headed child. Newt nodded and walked towards the youngest Glader, who was picking up some trash.

“Chuck,” Newt called out once he got close. Chuck stood up, looking at the tall blond Glader.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know where my hoodie is?” Newt asked.

“Chuck looked like he knew. His eyes shined with unknown humour and he was failing at fighting back his now wide smile.

“I, uh, saw one of the others with it. I don’t remember who.” Chuck gestured to the Builders. “They went that way, though.”

Newt thanked Chuck and went off towards the Builders, his thoughts turning to confusion. He was fairly certain that none of them could fit in his hoodie. Still, as he walked towards the Builders, he did a mental list of every Glader that could possibly fit it or have taken it just to mess with him.

Newt was so caught up in the mental list that he ran smack into Gally, who stumbled forward, clearly cut off guard.

Gally turned around, his glare already planted firmly on his face. “Watch where you’re going, shank!”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” Newt asked, ignoring the comment.

“Why would I know where your stupid hoodie is?” Gally responded. Before Newt could comment, though, Gally pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “Check Y/N. She was complaining about being cold this morning.”

Newt thanked Gally and took off to where he knew the Med-Jacks would be. Entering the room of the Med-Jacks, Newt stopped. Y/N was bandaging one of the Slicers, telling him just how stupid it was to play with his tools. The boy looked embarrassed, but that wasn’t why Newt stopped. Y/N was wearing his hoodie. And she looked better in it than he did.

Once Y/N had finished bandaging the Slicer, he leaned forward. “So… Can I get a kiss for being your best patient?”

Newt was filled with a foreign feeling. It took less than a second to know its name, though: jealousy.

“Go kiss Clint,” Y/N responded sweetly. Newt laughed, forgetting that they didn’t know he was in the room. They both jumped.

“Sorry,” Newt said. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.”

Y/N instantly smiled bright. “It’s okay Newt.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Newt.” She glanced down at his hoodie, still on her body, and then looked back up at him, blushing. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to steal your hoodie. I was just really cold and –“

“It’s fine,” Newt responded, leaning against the door frame. He cast the Slicer a look that clearly said ‘leave us alone’. The Slicer jumped off the cot, nearly smacking into Y/N.

“I’ll get back to work,” he said, running off. Newt wished he could remember the kid’s name. He was the newest Greenie, but that’s all Newt could remember about the boy.

“Sorry I took your hoodie,” the girl said, catching Newt’s attention. “I’ll give it back, I promise. Do you want it now?”

“No. You can keep it for a bit. It looks nice on you.”

Y/N blushed, smiling as she glanced down to the ground in a way that Newt found absolutely adorable.

“It looks better on you,” she replied, tugging the sleeves down around her hands. “It’s a bit long on my arms. I’m like a kid wearing their parents clothing.”

Newt smiled. “It looks nice, Y/N. I like you in my clothes.”

“Yeah?” She smiled up at him.

“Yeah. But, next time, maybe ask? I’ve been walking around this buggin’ Glade for an hour trying to find it.”

She bit her lip. “Sorry.”

“So… I can keep the hoodie for now?”

“I suppose you can, thief.”

Y/N laughed. “I am not a thief!”

“’Course you are.” Newt replied easily, walking into the room to stand in front of her. “You stole three of my things.”

She frowned. “I only took your hoodie…”

“You stole it. And my thoughts. And my heart.”

Newt smiled as another blush filled her cheeks. “W-what?”

“I like you. Especially in my clothes.” Newt hesitated. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “You’re not so bad, yourself.”

Newt leaned close to her face. “Can I…?”

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed his lips. When the two parted, Newt had a large, goofy smile on his face.

“If that’s what I get whenever you steal my clothes, feel free to do it more often.”

“Falling for a hoodie thief, are we?” Y/N teased, stuffing her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. Newt couldn’t get over how adorable she looked in it.

“I already fell.”

Do Me a Favor (The Last Name)

Summary: Continuation drabble of “Do Me a Favor,” Bucky and Y/N discuss some things as they prepare for their wedding. 

Word Count: 762

Warnings: None.

“Do Me a Favor” Masterlist

Originally posted by getbarnes

Bucky glowered at you as you dragged him from store to store. You gave him a soft smile. “Buck, we need to figure out where we want to do our wedding registry and all of that.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know why you couldn’t just drag Peggy or Maria,” he muttered, looking quite miserable as he poked at a cushion that said ‘He stole her heart, so she stole his last name.’ “God, this pillow is so fucking lame.”

You snorted. “I know, right?”

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Imagine Harrison Wells kissing you during work

Words: 637

Note: The below isn’t my GIF, credit goes to its owner.

“Incapable?” Harrison Wells sneered, speaking impatiently to someone on the other side of the phone, “Well, let me tell you something. If you are incapable of aligning the quantum helix and, by the way, the sole purpose of your employment here at S.T.A.R. Labs, could you save me some time and effort?” He raised his voice, ranting towards the speaker in annoyance, “Could you go out there and find someone who can actually DO YOUR JOB FOR YOU?”

Harrison thumped the phone with his fist, letting out an irritated sigh before leaning back in his chair.

“There it is.” You started, stepping into his office, “Work voice.”

Harrison’s eyes turned soft when he saw you, a small pleasant smile rested on his lips.

“You know you had freaked me out when we first met.” You continued, moving towards Harrison.

“I am sure I had a good reason for my behavior.” Harrison defended himself, fixing his gentle gaze on you.

“In case you don’t remember,” You protested, narrowing your eyes, “you yelled at me on my first day as an intern at S.T.A.R. Labs.”

“My bad.” Harrison shrugged, manipulating the pen between his fingers, “So… What brings you here?”

“Well,” You moved closer to Harrison, “since I’ve already finished my duties today, I decide to reward myself.”

“And what exactly are you going to reward yourself with?” Harrison asked with a great interest.

“By coming over here to see my boyfriend and…” You slowed down your words, leaning forward to kiss Harrison on the lips, “steal some kisses from him.”

Harrison drew his lips together as if enjoying the aftertaste of your kiss.

“You know…” You smirked, satisfied with the fact that you successfully stole a kiss from the handsome man in front of you, “I should get going before my boss yells at me again.”

“No.” Harrison pushed back his chair and rose, pressing his hands on the edges of the writing desk and trapping you in between, “Your boss insists that you should stay. You are not going anywhere.”

You instantly blushed when you realized that you were locked between his body and the desk.

“Well… Y/N…” Harrison cupped your hot cheeks with a smug smile playing on the corner of his mouth, “You not only stole a kiss from your boss, but also stole his heart…” He slightly lifted your chin, “And you are going to pay for that…”

In the blink of an eye, Harrison crushed his lips against yours, gripping your waist tight and firm, not allowing you to struggle or escape from him.

The kiss was passionate, possessive. You always knew Harrison liked to be in control. You allowed him to manipulate the kiss and tried your very best to keep up with him.

He ran one of his hands through your hair and slid the other one from your back to your hips.

“Dr. Wells…” Henry, the nice scientist who worked for Harrison, stepped into the office with a great shock.

You and Harrison immediately moved away from each other. You could feel the burning embarrassing heat was rapidly creeping up from your neck to your cheeks.

Harrison cleared his throat, trying very hard to manage a straight face, “Yes, Henry?”

“I…” Henry was totally stunned at the current situation, “I’ll find you later, Dr. Wells.” He hurriedly left his words and ran away in a flash.

You and Harrison both let out a relieved sigh. You buried your face into your palms, “This is so embarrassing…” You slightly smacked Harrison’s arms and complained, “This is on you.”

“In case you don’t remember,” Harrison imitated your previous words, “you’re the one who kiss me first.”

You showed him your clenched fist, pretending to punch him.

Harrison let out a small laugh and grabbed your non-threatening fist, pulling you into another mind-blowing kiss.

Just A Dream

Summary: Total season 6 fix-it for Rumbelle. Because I can. 


Belle jolted upright in bed, her heart racing wildly. She turned the bedside lamp on, and looked at Rumpel, lying beside her. He stirred at her movement and opened his eyes. 

“Is everything all right?”

“Nightmare,” she said succinctly, taking in the sight of his shaggy hair in relief. It had just been a dream, a really bad dream. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He sat up and held out an arm. 

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