#dr manhattan x f!reader

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | objectification (f receiving) | penetration | pregnancy descriptions but no actual pregnancy or impregnation | mild breeding kink | size difference.

Seemingly cold and uncaring, you’d never think someone like DR. MANHATTAN could experience attraction. Unapproachable in nature, his glowing blue appearance does not scream invitation and yet you smile at him anyway. Polite at first, but at the sight of how his eyes soften so marginally, a real grin is drawn out of you.

She smiled at me. He thinks, endeared.

It endears him all the way to the rooftops, following you out into the night air as you watch the city below. As if he could still experience trickery without foreseeing the possible consequences of it in all forms, he’s lured to your side. You’re not put off, but you’re nervous, he can feel it emanate off you with each breath of your cells. It’s what dogs can smell. Without logical reason, he seeks to sooth your worries. Your self-doubts, your trepidations regarding being part of a team. Especially part of a team he’s a piece of, you can’t help but be intimidated by the big names you stand aside. He responds to your sharing with vague advice, anything to keep you talking, so he can listen to your voice, so he has an excuse to observe you from close range. He can count every hair follicle on your face, every bat of your long lashes at him while you look up at his towering figure. He knows to the millisecond exactly how long it took you to scan his form head to toe and back up again. Your hormones take a noticeable shift.

Ah, you’ve registered me as a sexual being. He thinks. A potential suitor, a mate, a lover. You want me.

So when the conversation takes a flirtatious turn, he allows it.

You’re young. The perfect age for fertilization if I was capable of procreation. Perhaps that is the basis of your appeal, your ability to carry children. He thinks. For a brief period, he attempts to visualize what that would be like. How your appearance would change, how your body would react, in what ways it’d never be the same after you’ve been with child. He ponders what abomination he’d create with his impossible physiology welded with the soft interiors of humanity. If he had any chromosomes, any flesh to bestow, there’s no way pregnancy would carry to term. There’s an entire war of disgusting politics that go on in a body when it grows an entire separate being inside it, a war that would be lost time and time again.

Yet his nethers stir, as if they’ve forgotten he’s unlike his former self. Those moments happen, even if they’re few and far in between. You are still attractive. You are still young. And you sit with him, and let him kiss you. Long, passionate kisses. He cups your face and slides his tongue against yours as you wriggle like an impatient pup against his bare chest. You want more, and he will grant it to you. So you take him home, you offer him tea which he accepts out of good manners but it goes cold untouched on the table while you bring him upstairs.

“Won’t you take off my clothes?” you ask, a lilt of innocence to your tone that conveys your lack of experience with someone like him. He moves to oblige you.

Ah, yes. Clothes. He thinks.

Fingers deftly graze your skin, seeking out zippers or strings or hemlines, things he remembers are tools to help remove clothes. He hasn’t had a need to wear anything for some time.

You open yourself to him. The human body is fascinating when it seeks to be bred. Legs spread, vaginal canal loosened, secreting fluid he would’ve called nectar back before he could walk on the surface of the sun. An entire internal process conducted step by step in order to ready to take him is a captivating ordeal indeed, one he chooses to observe through your sacrifice. He positions you onto your back, and manhandles you like he’s sure you’d like, laying your legs straight up against his chest and abdomen. Large hands wrap around your thighs to lift your tailbone from the mattress, entering you from this angle that has you yelling with need. With each hard thrust, his skin smacks against yours, rippling your tissue in a most artistic way, he watches your face contort with pleasure, fluids seeping out from your plugged up hole.

Surely you’re the best humanity has to offer. He’s no god, but if he was, he wouldn’t mind you as a tribute.

[stuckysdaughter]

Uncomfortable

Egon Spengler x Reader

Requested by: No one! Just me and my weird attraction to Harold Ramis as Dr. Egon Spengler.

Summary: It's time for the annual Christmas party at the Ghostbusters firehouse, and you and a certain someone get caught under the mistletoe.

Warnings: Maybe a swear or two, and a suggestion of smut if you squint

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It was weird for you to think that you were a Ghostbuster. Well, ok, you were their secretary, but that still made you a member of the team. You all were friends, close enough to be family. After the Manhattan event with Gozer, the calls were coming in full throttle, even more than before. And with that many calls, it was impossible for Janine to take them all, so they decided to hire you. You hadn’t really planned on applying for the job, but you needed the extra cash and they said they could be flexible. Well, a few months later you quit your old job and came on full time.

Being a secretary for the Ghostbusters had its perks. For one thing, it was far steadier than some prior gigs you were used to. The firehouse was also really easy to get to, seeing as you lived a few blocks away. Close enough that you could walk, but far enough away that you weren’t a part of the rougher neighborhood you worked in. And, of course, there were your coworkers. The guys were great, and Janine was great company when you weren’t busy answering the phones. You could always count on them to have your back, and even though you didn’t necessarily trust their advice, (Venkman had some weird ideas about a potential career involving pine trees and jello), you could always ask them for it anyway. Not to mention, your not-so-small crush on one Egon Spengler.

There was something about him that you couldn’t quite place, but drew you to him nonetheless. Maybe it was his dark curls that he kept so well groomed, or maybe the cute glasses he wore perched on the bridge of his nose. But these were all physical things, you knew. You loved the way he was so passionate about his experiments and how he genuinely cared for his friends even though he wasn’t the best at social situations. You seemed to be someone he could easily talk to, and he was fairly easy for you as well. You were an introverted person yourself, and you two could easily sit in silence if you had nothing to say. You really wanted to make a move, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. After all, you were like a safe space to each other, why would you ruin that for him and you? Oh, yeah, that’s right. You were hopelessly in love with him.

Today was the day of the annual Ghostbusters Christmas party, and this was your second Christmas with the gang. You were hired just in time for last year’s, but you weren’t quite a part of the group yet and you didn’t have anything to give to anyone. Now you do, and you have since become a part of the family. You had stressed for days, weeks on end on what to get everyone. Ok, just Egon, the rest were easy. Everyone else you had something in mind already, for instance you got Ray some Color By Numbers since he mentioned a few times he likes doing them to destress. Easy peasy. You had verbal confirmation that it was something they would like, so you got it.

Egon, however, was harder. You knew that he wasn’t one for material things, and you felt like it would be a bit of a cop out to just get him some more beakers or something like that. You wanted it to be personal, but you just couldn’t think of something. Until one day, it came to you. You wrapped it up that day, and hid it away in your apartment where none of them could find it if they happened to pay you a visit. You didn’t want him to see it before the big day, and you didn’t want one of the others seeing it and accidentally telling him what it was.

It was later in the day now, right as the party was about to start. You decided to dress up a little bit for the occasion, putting on a thigh-length red dress and doing up your hair in a half-up half-down style that framed your face. You even wore your red heels that went with it, hoping that maybe it would catch Egon’s eye. You doubted he would actually do something about it, but hey, a girl could dream. You had put everyone’s presents into a bag and placed them in the kitchen area of the firehouse for after work. Shrugging off your jacket, you moved to sit at your desk when you heard a whistle.

“Wow, Y/N, you’re a real knockout y’know that?”

“Thanks, Peter, I do try.”

“Egon see you in that dress?”

You looked at him, and quirked an eyebrow. “No, you just saw me walk in. Why does it matter?”

“Well, I just think he’d like to see it.”

“Venkman, you’re being suspicious. What are you doing?”

“Y/LN, when have I ever been known to be suspicious? Don’t answer that.” At that moment, the phone rang. “Saved by the phone again, YN.”

You chuckled. “Bye, Peter.”

You leant over to Janine’s desk, it was her phone that was ringing, but she wasn’t in yet. You liked to get to work early, anyway. It meant more time to spend with your friends, and more chances to catch Egon when he leaves the lab. Those were pretty sparse, so you didn’t want to miss him when he did.

“Ghostbusters, how can we help you?”

Of course, at that moment, Egon came up the stairs from the lab. He was reading a piece of paper, but looked up at the sound of your voice. But the sight that greeted him was not what he expected. Your back was to him, ass in the air, accentuated even more by the tighter dress you were wearing. Egon gulped, not sure what to do at the moment. Unfortunately, the choice was made for him.

“Ok, thank you. We’ll send someone over as soon as we can to take care of it. Have a nice day, bye.”

Hanging up the phone, you stood up straight and turned back to your desk. You gasped a little when you saw Egon standing there, muttering something about needing to get him a bell, but giving him a big grin nonetheless. You sat back down in your chair, and Egon could feel the air once again being sucked out of him as he took in the sight of your face. Your hair looked impeccable, and your makeup was on point. Egon knew that he was feeling something, but he didn’t know what it was. He wasn’t exactly attuned to his emotions and what they meant, and this new feeling made him nervous.

“Hey, Egon! What can I help you with?”

His mind was racing, but he eventually got out, “I’m good, Y/N, thank you. I’m just taking this document upstairs.”

You gave him an inquisitive look. “What’s it on? Anything interesting?”

“Just the latest readings on paranormal activity. Nothing we don’t deal with on a regular basis.”

“Ok, cool. Well, have fun with whatever you’re going to do after that.”

“You too, Y/N.”

As you watched him walk away, you cursed yourself for the awkward exchange you just had. Have fun with whatever you’re doing after that? What is he supposed to say to that? You’re all having a party together in five minutes. Idiot. You put your head in your hand and slumped over, embarrassment overtaking you. Fortunately, you didn’t have long to dwell on it, since the phone was ringing again. You jotted down their information, and told them they would be on it as soon as the holiday had passed.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You smiled at the man in front of you. “Hey, Ray! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas! You ready for the party?”

You sighed a laugh, both of you knowing you didn’t love long social gatherings. “As I’ll ever be.”

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Winston was coming in now, carrying his load of gifts. “You’ll be fine.”

“I know, I just need to get in there and then I’ll be good.”

Winston clapped a hand on your shoulder and gave you a smile. “You got this.”

The three of you went into the common area together, and you took the moment to take in the decorations. There was a tree in the corner, done up with some lights and a star on top. You swore at least one of the ornaments was a Stay-Puft Marshmallow man, but you weren’t close enough to see. Tinsel was strung up around the top of the wall to the ceiling, and light music playing from the record player on the table.

You could see Peter and Dana chatting together, and it looked like Janine was about to join them over by the food. Ray was across the room with Egon, discussing something you weren’t sure what it was about. You decided you’d go over to join them and see what was going on.

When you reached them, you gave them a smile, but they both had a guilty look on their faces. Your smile faded a bit, and you weren’t sure what you just walked in on.

“Hey guys… am I interrupting something?”

“N-no, Y/N, you’re good.” Ray was stuttering, which was one of his tells, but not enough to make you suspect anything more than you caught them by surprise. “Egon and I were discussing the new readings he got this morning.”

“Oh yeah, I saw you bring them up earlier when I got here. Everything looking normal?”

“As normal as can be right now. There’s still a lot of fallout left, and we can’t get them all fast enough. But it doesn’t look like we’ll be dealing with anything that large any time soon.”

“Oh, good, that’s a relief. Do you think it would be worth it to hire more people to help you?”

Ray interrupted before Egon could say what he thought. “I think that it would be worth taking tonight off and not talking about work. This is a party after all.”

“I agree,” Peter had walked over, curious like you were about what the three of you were talking about. “No talking shop, guys, this is a party! C’mon, guys, have a drink, eat some food.”

Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and ushered you over to the drinks, where he poured you your favorite. What you didn’t see was the way that Egon’s jaw clenched, and his hands formed little fists at his side. He didn’t know why he was so angry, it was only Venkman after all. He was like a brother to him, so why did this bother him so much? He tried his best to shrug it off, saying it wasn’t anything important. He and Ray joined the rest of the group as they all got what they wanted to eat and drink.

It wasn’t long before the conversation was flowing as easy as the drinks, and laughter echoed throughout the room. You were having a great time, just like you thought. After a while, you looked at the clock.

“Hey, guys, it’s getting pretty late, I think we should pull out the presents.”

Dana looked at the clock as well, and you saw the shock slide over her face. “You’re right, it is late. I didn’t realize we’d been here that long.”

You all laughed, sharing that feeling. “I’m gonna go get them, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You were almost to the door when Egon spoke up. “I’ll come with you.”

“You will?”

“There’s a lot to grab,” he shrugged. “I figured it would be a two person job.”

Smiling, you replied, “Ok. C’mon, they’re in the kitchen.”

As he came to your side, you heard Peter laugh. You both turned to look at him, confused. He had his hand covering his mouth, like he thought it would cover up his laughing. What was so funny about this?

“Oh, Egie, Y/N, look up.”

You looked up, and there nailed to the doorpost was a sprig of mistletoe. You inwardly groaned, knowing somehow that you were being set up. You looked over at Egon to see him still staring up.

“You guys know what that means, right?”

“We know what mistletoe means, Peter, we get it.”

“Well then, get to it. Kiss him.”

You looked over at Egon again, and this time he was looking to the floor, visibly uncomfortable. He looked up at you, but then his eyes flicked to the floor, past your shoulder, and all over the room. Your heart sunk and a wave of disappointment washed over you. He doesn’t want to kiss me. Of course not, he doesn’t like physical contact anyway, why would he want to kiss you?

“No, I don’t see why I need to.”

“Now Y/N, you just said you knew what it meant. You have to kiss each other, it’s the rules.”

“C’mon, Venkman, look at him! He’s uncomfortable, so leave it alone!”

Annoyance was starting to overtake you now. You were more annoyed with yourself than anything else, but it didn’t help that Peter was being a pain in the ass. You had let your emotions get the best of you, let your fantasies run wild and get your hopes up. Now that you were back in reality, you knew you had to get out of this situation.

“Here.” You kissed Egon on the cheek, and turned back to Peter. “Happy?” Without waiting for his answer, you left the room for the kitchen.

You missed the blush that coated Egon’s cheeks, and Peter’s little “Very happy.”

It turns out it wasn’t as many presents as you had thought, so you were able to carry them all. Even if that meant they were stacked above your head and wobbling precariously. Setting them down under the tree, you sat down on a chair by the table. Everyone else followed suit at their own pace, grabbing whatever they wanted to bring over with them before making themselves comfortable. Glancing over to the door, you saw that Egon was still standing over there, lost in thought. You winced a little, and you turned back around quickly. You didn’t want to know what was going on in that brain of his, you had a feeling it was bad.

The rest of the night was spent in a mess of nerves, unsure what would become of your relationship with the scientist. You watched everyone open their gifts, and you yours in turn. You had gotten some nice perfume from Janine, earrings from Dana, a funny t-shirt from Peter saying “I came, I saw, I left early”, and a new pair of beautiful thick gloves from Winston. Now you were opening your gift from Ray, and you saw the smile beginning to form on his face. Tearing through the paper, you opened the box. You laughed when you saw was it was.

“Oh my god, Ray, I can’t believe you got this! I was joking when I said I wanted this!”

Ray laughed, grin wide across his face. “You sounded like you really did, and we had so much fun laughing about it that I went back and got it after.”

It was a tiny rubber cat that jiggled when you moved it. You and Ray had been walking by the store where they were selling them on the way to get groceries, and spent a full five minutes laughing about them accompanied by Ray’s impersonations of their jiggles. Even thinking of it just now was making you cry with laughter.

“Thank you, Ray, I love it.” You gave him a hug and spent a minute just playing with it as Winston opened his next gift. Everyone else seemed to finish, leaving just you and Egon with a gift left.

“And next up, for you Y/N.”

“Thank you, Janine.” You inspected the label, but you didn’t really need to. You knew who was left. “From Egon, thank you.”

You took off the red and green striped wrapping paper, to see a small black box. You lifted the lid and saw a beautiful hair pin inside. It was white, with crystal and pearl decorations. You had pointed it out to him one time, saying that it looked like what your mom wore at her wedding to your father. It had led to a deep discussion about your futures, and you had assumed he wasn’t really listening at the time. Now you knew he was the whole time.

“Oh Egon…” Your voice was no more than a whisper, the shock painted all over your face.

“What, what is it?” Everyone was interested, especially seeing your reaction.

You hadn’t noticed, but your eyes had started to mist, and Egon’s breath caught. You still hadn’t told him what you thought, and he was thinking that he had fucked up. Tears weren’t typically a good thing, especially when given a gift from a friend. He thought he had read the situation correctly back then, that it was a good thing he had gotten it for you. It was only when you finally looked at him and gave him a watery smile.

“Thank you, Egon, so much. I love it. It looks just like it.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He gave you a small smile, which was a lot for him.

“C’mon, Y/N, what is it?” Janine was prying, trying just like everyone else to get you to say what your gift was.

“A hair pin that has a special meaning to me. It kinda became a thing for us.”

Everyone smiled at the sentiment, and Janine reached under the tree and came out with your gift to Egon.

“Well, Egon, this last one’s for you.”

He took the gift from her hand, and placed it on his lap. Sometime during the evening he had moved over to the table near you, although you were already too far deep into your head to notice. Now he was right next to you, and you were once again nervous.

“Alright, so I might need to explain this a little bit, but I promise it’ll make sense eventually.”

He just looked at you for a moment, curiosity filing him. When he finally unwrapped the box, he blinked with surprise. It was a toy train set. He looked back at you, and when he didn’t show any emotion you thought that he didn’t get it.

“Well, you mentioned once that you didn’t have any toys growing up and your parents didn’t believe in that sort of thing. So I thought that maybe you could start now. It’s never too late, you know.”

Egon was taken aback. “I brought that up months ago. I’m surprised you remember that.”

You let out a short laugh, and you realized that he liked it. He appreciated it, the gesture you were making.

“Of course I did. I hope you like it.”

You were red as a tomato, and you were shocked to see a pink tint to his own face. You gave him a smile, and he returned it. If you could, you would live in this moment forever. But, unfortunately, Peter had to break the silence.

“Alright, party people, let’s get the music going, let’s dance!”

You shook your head as you laughed, standing from your chair. You wanted to hug Egon, but felt that even if you hadn’t kissed him without asking earlier it wasn’t a good idea. You joined the rest of the group and danced, feeling on top of the world.

The rest of the night went on, and eventually everyone went home or upstairs to their bed until it was just you, Ray, and Egon. A few minutes later, Ray excused himself to go to bed, stifling a yawn as he did so. You got up too, and started clearing plates from the table to wash in the sink. Egon silently grabbed the rest of the dishes, and placed them on the counter next to the sink.

“I can take care of that Y/N, you can go home.”

“It’s ok, Egon, I don’t mind.”

You turned on the faucet and took the first plate. You washed and he dried, and for a while it was silent. The tension was still prominent from earlier, but it didn’t stop you from working well as a team. When you finally finished clearing up, you dried your hands on a towel and started to go pack up your things.

“I’m not uncomfortable, you know.”

You stopped walking, confused. “What?”

“Earlier, when you said I was uncomfortable with the idea of kissing you,” He was moving closer to you as he spoke until he was almost chest to chest. “I wasn’t. I really wanted to kiss you just then.”

You were shellshocked, you didn’t know what to say. You really thought he didn’t return your feelings, yet here he was telling you that he was interested. Your body moved without you telling it to, your hand moving to cup his cheek.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He huffed a laugh, “I didn’t know how to say it.” His hands went to your hips, pulling you closer. “But I do now.”

At that moment, he dipped his head down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the ends of his dark curls. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, and his lips felt amazing on yours. You could feel his tongue lick your bottom lip, asking for permission, and you gave it to him instantly. Egon was a really good kisser, you found out. He didn’t seem like it, but he knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy. When you both parted for air, you both were breathing heavily.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You smiled, and pressed another quick kiss to his lips. “Merry Christmas, Egon.”

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a few more moments, savoring the moment. Egon walked with you back to get your stuff, and he helped you put your coat on. Walking you to the door, you told him he didn’t need to walk you back to your place.

“Not a chance, not in this neighborhood. Either I walk you there, or you stay the night here.”

You thought a moment, a small smile appearing on your lips. You didn’t want to make him walk alone on the way back, you’d worry whether or not he made it home ok. So, you thought, what the heck.

“Ok, then. I guess I’ll stay.”

Egon smiled, and wrapped his arm around your waist, turning you around to go back inside the firehouse. You’d spend the night in bed with Egon, after confirming that he was ok with all the contact. He in fact loved it, wrapping an arm around your chest and tucking you into him.

When the rest of the gang woke up, they were shocked but pleased to see you two together. It was high time you got together, it was clear you were into each other. They tried to be quiet as they each went to eat breakfast downstairs. When you both went down together, hand in hand with matching smiles, everyone said something about how happy they were for you. Peter made a few jokes, but you shut him up with a glare.

“What? I’m happy for you guys, really!”

But either way it didn’t matter. You both were happy, and that’s what was important to you. You had each other, and you always would.

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THE END

Author's Note: Woah! This one spiraled out of control a bit, but I had a lot of fun with it. I recently got on the Ghostbusters train, and fell in love with Egon Spengler. I hope you guys enjoyed this, I think there's going to be a series with him coming in the near future. I have the basic plot drafted out, I just have to write it. Anyway, if you liked it, please like and reblog. Comments are always welcome, too, I appreciate any and all feedback. If you want to send in a request, those are open, so send me a message. If you want to be tagged in anything for the future, let me know and I'll make sure to add you. As always, I can't wait to hear what you think. I love you all so much!

[joheun-saram]

Christmas Under Wraps (ksj)

Summary- You always wanted to work in a small town, and when you finally got matched to a small hospital in Alaska for your one year sabbatical you never would’ve thought you’d be in a place where everyone believed Santa was real. Mass hysteria or magic? Only time will tell.

word count- 12k

pairing- nurse!Seokjin x doctor!Reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, smut

warnings- very bad puns, me having no knowledge of Alaska, cheating, shitty parents, mentions of the horrendous Mario movie, softdom!Jin, whiny!Jin, explicit sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), edging (kinda), multiple orgasms, too many references to Santa

a.n- Part of @suhdays​ Hallmark Holiday Collab! Please check other beautiful holiday pieces written by some amazing writers. Full disclosure, this fic took me more than a month to write, mostly because I have only seen like three Christmas movies, and one of them was Die Hard and the other was Nightmare before Christmas, so please let me know what you think! Was this Christmasy enough for you? 

s/o to the amazing @namyoongles​ for the banner! ily! 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Mr Henderson, I really need you to watch your carbohydrate intake. Your blood sugar indicates pre-diabetes and with your history of angina, it really is important that you keep this in check. I’m going to need you to do a monthly fasting glucose check for the next three months so we see some results. Okay?”

You look over at the smiling overweight septuagenarian seated in front of you. Mr Henderson was one of your favourite patients, one of the few you knew well enough to remember even his grandchildren’s name. You loved that. Being a doctor in a busy hospital in Manhattan made making a lasting connection with a patient a rare occurrence, and although you were worried about his health, you were happy you the last appointment of your five years of residency was with someone you knew.

“Doc, I’m old. A little dessert never hurt anyone huh?” Mr Henderson joked, as he patted his stomach, the buttons of his shirts working hard to keep it together.

“I’m serious, Mr Henderson,” you speak sternly, looking up from your iPad screen at the man in front of you, just as your attending walks in through the door.

“Well, Mr Henderson you better listen to Dr. Y/L/N. She’s the best we’ve got and she will keep calling you in for appointments even if she isn’t here!” She adjusts her glasses, her hands in the pockets of her lab coat, as the two delve into a conversation about her upcoming retirement. You were sad to see your mentor and friend retire, but if you were being honest, it was that fact that gave you the courage to make your big move. 

Your colleagues and friends were shocked when you announced that you were moving to Alaska. You had always been the top of your program and had an assortment of top specialization programs to choose from. In fact, your father was the most shocked. He expected you to follow his footsteps and specialize in internal medicine from the prestigious program at John Hopkins. He had even spoken to one of his friends on the admission board to ensure your acceptance. 

He almost choked on his dinner when you mentioned that you had accepted the family medicine specialization program in the small town of Elophtron in Alaska. He was livid, having never even heard of the town, let alone the program, deeming it unworthy of his 28 year old prodigy. But that’s the thing. You were twenty eight. There was no way you would let your father, or anyone for that matter, dictate what to do with your career. 

The only person who seemed to support your decision was your long term boyfriend, Jiho, who seemed ecstatic at the news. He was the first person you told. You were nervous when you broke the news, the two of you had been a little distant the past few months, but your worries were assuaged when he pulled you in a tight hug excitedly telling you how proud he was of you. He knew how much you wanted to take a break from the city, and seeing his enthusiastic support made you confident you were making the right move.

Born and raised in New York City, the overcrowded bustle of the city thrummed through your veins. While you did pride yourself on being a true New Yorker, you would be lying if you said that you were happy here. It was easy to be lost here, to be forgotten amongst the millions of faces crossing the streets. As often as the city lights cheered you up, they also suffocated you. 

The city was cold, a criss cross of concrete and beautiful glass towers housing lonely, selfish souls that didn’t mind tripping over the people sleeping in the streets. People here craved to be noticed, craved to live lavishly, and while you were born into what most craved, what you wanted was the solace of a town where everyone knew each other. A town where you could make lasting relationships that didn’t rely on your last name or where you graduated from.  Elopthron, although a terribly sci-fi sounding town name, was your reprieve from the smog filled mundane.

The days leading up to your departure were full of excitement. You packed quickly, your closet surprisingly fitting into two bags that barely avoided the baggage limit. Your friends hosted a cute little going away party, full of champagne and promises to visit, while your parents hosted a cold dinner, full of lectures and judgement. As your flight landed in Juneau, your heart was beating with nerves. This specialization was at the town’s only hospital, the fact that all the town’s medical talent was under one roof had you excited to learn. Not only that, but the program stated that you would get the opportunity to run things and you couldn’t wait to put your leadership skills to the test again - you were the chief resident at your old hospital and you couldn’t say that the role didn’t suit you.

Collecting your bags, albeit with a little struggle, you reach the doors to the arrivals where the hospital had told you to meet the driver. That is another thing about this dream opportunity, they not only ensured you had a ride into town, but even provided you with your own apartment. To your shock, the driver you meet takes you not to a car but another plane, a small little thing that shakes with every gust of wind. 

It makes you nervous, the shaking rattling your heart around your chest, but the view of the snow covered mountains takes your breath away. You were never one to swoon over nature, preferring your apartment to the hiking trips Jiho got excited about, but seeing the fresh untouched snow stirred something in you. It promised fresh starts and unchartered challenges, and that made your heart beat faster in anticipation.

The feeling didn’t subside even when you made yourself comfortable in your new apartment. The warm wooden finishing was a stark contrast to the metal of your home in Manhattan and as you started the fire before hanging your clothes in the small wardrobe in the corner of your room, you couldn’t stop the grin etching across your features. You were finally here.

The apartment was on the first floor of a two storey complex. It was much smaller than your expansive home, but instead of suffocating it felt cozy. The front door opened to a small hallway furnished simply with a cute oak shoe rack and a full length mirror. It led to an open concept kitchen and living room, separated by a breakfast island. The living room had a large fireplace, stack of wood next to it, and a large yellow couch opposite it. Furnishing was minimal, but your bedroom boasted a large queen sized bed, anchored on each side by matching nightstands and a wardrobe in the corner. 

It was everything you didn’t know you craved as you settled in your bed for the night, noting to thank the hospital for even providing the bedding. As you stared at the wooden slats that decorated the ceiling of your bedroom, you felt comforted. It was unlike your home, where the high ceilings made you feel cold and alone, even when Jiho stayed over. Perhaps you needed this new beginning more than you thought.

The morning was not as serene however, as you somehow managed to turn off your alarm without waking up and were running half an hour behind schedule when you realised you didn’t have a coffee maker. Scrambling out into the cold early December weather you pulled your expensive but utterly useless coat around you as you followed your map app to the closest and seemingly only coffee shop on the one strip of shops the town boasted.

Checking the time to see you still had about half an hour till work started, you slowed down a little to take in the surroundings. Quaint did not cover how cute the small town was. The main strip was a large two way street with a row of little independently owned shops on either side with names such as Once Upon a Book, A Nick in Time, and Thorns and Roses. You didn’t know what these shops housed, although you could guess some, and you couldn’t wait to explore. The cutest thing about the shops was how festive everything looked, fairy lights strung everywhere, mistletoe and wreaths in every window. Like you had stepped into the Grinch’s nightmare, and it was barely October. This might possibly be the most fairytale like town you’d ever stepped foot into. 

You easily located the small coffee shop, chuckling at the ostentatious pink board reading Bean There. It seemed more like an 70’s style diner than a coffee shop, filled with small vinyl tables, each with a small Christmas tree on it. Making your way to the counter, you ordered your usual, blond roast coffee with a splash of almond milk.

“Oh sorry hon. We only have normal coffee and cow’s milk,” the older woman standing behind the cash register answered with a jolly laugh, pouring coffee from a pot into a red to-go cup. Before you could say anything, she continued. “Besides, that’s some hippy stuff. We’ve been drinking cow’s milk for generations and our family has never been healthier! I swear these trends are killing the economy!”

And she talked, going on and on about the benefits of milk giving you no time to interrupt as she poured a copious amount of milk into your coffee making it resemble a latte. You were about to give up and forego the coffee this morning till someone behind you decided to speak up.

“Doris! What did we say about forcing the tourists to drink your farm’s milk?” You followed the deep, joyous voice to its owner, blinking a few times as you registered the tall, dark haired man behind you. Oh and what a man he was. 

Dressed in black skinny jeans and a red flannel shirt under a fur-lined denim jacket, your eyes zeroed in on his broad shoulders. The instant attraction you felt to this stranger had heat rising up your neck. Emboldened by the fact that you would probably not see this stranger again, you let your eyes roam his body, biting your lip slightly, till your eyes met his, a small smirk on his lips. Clearing your throat you awkwardly stepped forward.

“It’s okay. No problem, Doris, was it?”

“No no. You want almond milk, you get almond milk! Doris I know for a fact you have it back there!” The stranger stops you from grabbing the drink on the counter, a hand held up.

“Seokjin! I see how it is! Just because a pretty girl wants almond milk, you share but not when Jeremy wanted to try it.” Doris huffs, straightening her bright yellow apron.

“Jeremy was drinking it as a dare, and I’d rather not waste one of the ten cartons that Dosey orders every month on stupidity.”

“Um… Really it’s fine! I’m going to be late for work so… thank you!” You try to escape. As much as your lactose intolerant gut was wincing at the thought of almond milk, you had spent way more time here than you planned.

“Wait, work? Hon you’re not a tourist at all! Where are you working?” It seemed you only made the conversation more interesting as Doris looked at you beaming.

“At the hospital?”

“You’re the new doctor? Oh my! Welcome Doc! We’re so excited to have you here! I suppose you’ll be seeing a lot of Seokjin then!” She slapped the stranger, Seokjin you suppose, on the shoulder as he stares at you with wide eyes before catching himself and clearing his throat.

“Doris! Will you just make the pretty doctor her drink then? Mine too please!” He leans on the counter and you can’t help but steal another glance at him. He really was oddly beautiful.

“Sure hon! Here you go!” Doris chuckled as she placed two coffees on the counter and you’re pleased to see yours looking exactly how you prefer. You take out your wallet before Seokjin stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. Put it on my tab Doris. Here, let me walk you to work.” He guides you out of the little cafe, a hand hovering near the small of your back.

“I’m sure you have better things to do. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh it’s no problem at all. I’m going there myself.” 

“Oh. Are you a resident?” You did not expect that. By his attire you assumed he worked some manual labour, and by his face you assumed he worked as a model. Somehow you couldn’t picture seeing this man living at a library like you had your years of schooling.

“Nope. Head nurse. So Doris is right, you’ll be seeing me a lot.” He grinned at you, his cheeks puffing up in a way that made you want to poke them. What was in the air in this town? You needed to get a grip on yourself.

“Oh nice to meet you then! I’m -”

“Dr. Y/L/N from New York, right?” Seokjin cut you off before you could finish, looking at you over the lip of his cup as he sipped his coffee, casually guiding you down the main street towards the hospital.

“Right… Seokjin?”

“Yup. Kim Seokjin. How are you liking our little town so far?” He seemed genuinely interested and you smiled. It felt oddly comfortable even if you had inklings of butterflies swarming your belly.

“I love it. It’s really beautiful!”

“Oh wow. Didn’t expect a New Yorker to like it here. You know it’s always cold, right?” he smirked, slowing down as you reached a cute little pink house, before stopping completely.

“I can handle the cold. Wait, this is the hospital?” You looked at the house. It looked more like something a grandma would reside in than a hospital. You were used to glass buildings and top of the art hospitals. As you entered, the door opened to a large waiting area with faded vinyl chairs and a reception desk. It was cozy, but you couldn't believe this was the only hospital in town.

“The one and only. The town’s going to be so excited to finally have a doctor 

again!” His words made you sputter, almost choking on your coffee.

“What do you mean, finally? Where are the other doctors?”

“You’re it!” He grinned.

This was not according to plan. You were here to learn. Learn from people much more well-versed in medicine than you were. You did not expect to be the only doctor. Even if the town only had around 2,000 people, it was still outrageous that you would be the only person treating them, and in this small house. Does this place even have any imaging machines?!

As the day went on, your nerves only increased. Seokjin introduced you to the other people who worked at the hospital. There were only three others, two orderly, and another nurse. There were more people in your friend group of residents back home. This was scary, and as you laid in bed that night, all you wanted to do was talk to Jiho and get comforted. He didn't pick up, and you counted the slates on your ceiling to fall asleep, pushing your mind to rest no matter how alone you felt all of a sudden.

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Turns out you were not that alone. Within a month you had finally gotten into the groove of things. Your five-person team gelled together pretty fast, and soon you could anticipate each other's moves and even talk without words. Running a hospital, however, was not all you had cracked it up to be in your head. Although you didn't see too many patients daily, the paperwork kept you way past dinner most days. If it weren’t for Seokjin’s insistence to leave at the same time as you, you might as well had moved into your office.

All in all, it was nice. The town had welcomed you with open arms, and it was exactly what you were looking for when you left Manhattan - a place where everyone knew your name and not because of who your family was, where you could walk into a coffee shop and they'd know your order, where you knew your neighbours and attended extravagantly cheesy block parties. Elopthron had its quirks, how almost everyone here put way too much emphasis on Christmas, adults even going as far as pretending Santa Claus was real for the kids all the time. You weren’t kidding, one time a middle aged patient insisted on not ordering the brace he needed because he knew Santa would bring him one on Christmas. When you told Jenny, the other nurse, to do a psych evaluation, she just shook her head in amusement, thinking you were joking. “Of course Santa is real, Dr. Y/L/N. Here in Elophtron, Santa comes every Christmas with presents!” she had insisted, leaving you baffled. This town was absolutely bonkers, but it was starting to feel like home.

The only thing stopping you from feeling fully content was the fact that your parents were still icing you out and somehow regardless of being only four hours out of sync, Jiho and you had barely communicated this month. You would think you were being ghosted if it weren’t for his sporadic one liners.

You sighed as you looked over the budget for the month, the numbers somehow refusing to add up as you looked at your phone, the Instagram notification lighting it up. You could use a break, so you decide to scroll through your feed, only to stop abruptly at Jiho's new post.

Love my baby so much! Happy four months, beautiful.

It was a cute caption, if it weren't for the fact that you and Jiho had been dating for over four years, your anniversary was in March, and that he was kissing a stunning blond that you didn't recognize in the picture.

You looked at the picture again, closing the app and starting it again, just in case it was a glitch. Nope, apparently, Jiho had broken up with you and forgot to tell you. You could feel the tears pricking your eyes, but they weren't because of sadness. Oh no, you were furious. No wonder that fucker was so excited about your move.

You let out a huge groan, throwing your phone across the room, as you stood up and kicked your desk, tears now freely flowing. You couldn't believe the nerve. You hadn't expected this from him. In fact, much like a loser, you were expecting him to propose at Christmas. You thought back at how he had told you he loved you and called you beautiful, much like he was now professing to that new girl and it made your stomach twist. You wanted to break stuff. No, correction, you wanted to break his face.

You didn't realize you were rage pacing until Seokjin appeared in the doorframe, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, stepping in front of you to stop your pacing. In the past month, Seokjin had gotten surprisingly good at reading your moods. It was like he could see a slight change in your micro-expressions and be able to tell whether you need a coffee, a hug, or a walk. You were truly grateful for him, but at this moment you were afraid you were going to take out your anger on him so you tried to calm down. Stopping your pacing, you plastered a smile on your face.

"Yeah. Everything's fine. Don't worry. Why are you still here?" Seokjin, however, didn't buy your flimsy excuse and pulled you in a hug. You felt yourself instantly calm. It was oddly intimate. He had hugged you before, but never like this. His arms were tight around your frame as your face met his chest, enveloping you in his vanilla scent. Your attraction to Seokjin had faded slowly over time, but right now as he tightened his grip around you in an effort to comfort you, your heart skipped a beat.

With your rage fast diminishing, all you had left was your heartbreak as you slowly started to cry in his chest. He didn't question you. His usually talkative personality, giving way to an understanding silence as he slowly rubbed your back.

When it seemed that you had calmed down, Seokjin pulled away, looking at you with concern. Without asking you for details, he suggested going on a drive. You accepted, knowing that if you just went home all you would do is wallow. You let him drive you to a burger joint, picking up your favorites, before getting back in his truck. The two of you drove for what seemed a long time, the food getting cold as soft pop music played in the background.

He never once pushed you to talk, letting you take in the trees lining the highway, as you watched the snow glittering in the moonlight on the banks. Finally, he stopped the truck, getting out before opening the door for you, taking your hand as you stepped down from the height.

The view blew you away. He had driven you to a field of sorts, getting the back of his truck ready with some blankets. But it wasn't the pine-lined field that took your breath away, it was the sky. Above you the navy hues of the night were alight in colour, pinks and greens blooming like waves in the sea. Stars prickled through occasionally as the weave of colours danced slowly, mesmerizing you. You don't know how long you stared at it in awe, but when you turned around, he was already sitting on the back of the truck, under a blanket, your food being taken out of bags.

He speaks for the first time when you settle next to him.

"You want to talk now?"

"I don't know." You shrug, rattling the ice in your cup as you swirl around your drink.

"It's okay if you don't want to. Just... do you need to go back?" He seemed hesitant, almost disappointed, as he asked. It was endearing how much he cared about the town not being left without a doctor.

"No. Definitely not." You said firmly, staring at the sky, missing the way he smiled at you in relief. The last thing you wanted to do right now was go back to Manhattan so your parents could tell you how you failed and accidentally run into Jiho and his blonde. Hoping to deflect the conversation, you looked at Seokjin, his cheeks puffed as he took a big bite of his burger. "Seokjin, can you tell me something about yourself?"

"What do you want to know?" He says, sipping his drink.

"I don't know. Anything."

"Hmm... well I'm a nurse and I’m the most handsome man in the world." He laughed, clapping his hands slowly as if applauding his own wit. You rolled your eyes, unable to fight the smile that made its way to your lips.

"Oh my god, you dork! Tell me something real. Tell me a secret." You bumped him with your shoulder.

"If I tell you a secret, will you tell me what's wrong?" You hummed, eyes wide in anticipation as you munched on your cold fries. "Well. I secretly kind of hate this small-town life."

His answer shocked you. In the month you’ve known Seokjin, he has been this little town’s biggest fan. With the number of people who greet him, and routinely give him presents, you don’t doubt he could easily be elected mayor. In fact, the chief of police even suggested using him as the town’s mascot, for crying out loud. 

“If you hate it why are you here?”

“Did you know I lived in San Francisco for ten years till last year?” You did not. You couldn’t imagine Seokjin amongst those tech snobs, nor could you imagine him in anything not flannel. “Yeah. I loved it. I worked at this amazing hospital and went out to all these clubs. I was kind of a party animal.” He chuckled, looking at his lap fondly as he picked at the blanket.

“Why come back?”

“Well… my family established this town. We were the first ones here and well I promised my dad when he died that I’d help continue the little traditions in this town.” He shrugged, his mouth a lopsided smile. “Promised him I’d raise my kids here. Family comes before fun.”

“That’s… wow. You must really respect your dad, enough to change your life for him,” you spoke softly, leaning into his lap a little to place your hand over his. “It must have been hard to lose him.”

“It was, but I hope I’m making him proud.” He gave you a genuine smile as he squeezed your hand, before tapping it. “Now enough about my emo self! Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

And so you did. You spent probably three hours out in the cold, before calling it a night. You told him about Jiho and how he broke your heart, and he related by telling you about his own ex that had broken their engagement when he suggested the relocation. Spending time with Seokjin was comfortable, it was easy. There was something about him that warms you up, like hot chocolate on a snowy night.

You hadn’t been that vulnerable around anyone in a while. Your life in New York was calculated, you never knew who you could trust, and so you trusted no one. It felt oddly freeing to be able to talk about your heartbreak and insecurities with Seokjin, and after that night under the aurora borealis, you both became closer. Before, you would only see each other at work, but since then you had been hanging out outside of work a lot. Sometimes the two of you would grab dinner at the local diner, or he would pick you up for working, grabbing coffee and flirting with Doris shamelessly for freebies. The more you spent time with Seokjin, the more you realized how different he was from what you had assumed.

When you first got to know Seokjin, you thought he was hardworking and amiable, but now you knew his dorky side. The side that would come up after a glass of wine, when he would start cracking lame dad jokes, clapping his hands, and laughing at himself. The side that got especially shy, ears turning a bright red, every time you complimented him on anything, be it his work ethic, or a nice new shirt he bought. The side that would go on and on about the Mario universe, regaling you with details about why Wario was misunderstood, or why the movie should only be watched when wasted otherwise it was a waste.

To be honest, you never knew there was even a Mario movie, and when you told him such he gasped loudly, grabbing you by your shoulders and excitedly making plans to watch it together. You wouldn't tell anyone but with your newfound friendship with Seokjin, he had also gotten very comfortable touching you. Maybe it was the aftereffect of being so vulnerable around him that one time or the fact that you were trying to get over Jiho, but every time he pulled you into a hug or brushed past you it made your heart skip a beat. You controlled the flush slowly creeping up your neck, as you shrugged his hands off your shoulders and solidified your plans to watch the movie together.

True to his word, Seokjin showed up at your house with a case of beers, a local microbrew full of hops that made your tongue sing. Halfway through the movie, you had no idea what was happening, Mario and Luigi, who had terribly fake accents, by the way, jumping through trying to save the damsel in distress in what looked like an acid trip. The alcohol didn't help as the plot got more convoluted, but that didn't stop Seokjin from excitedly trying to help you decipher it.

You don't know when it happened, but his arm was around you, casually draped where your head met the couch, his fingers lightly caressing your shoulder as he sipped his beer. You took another sip of yours trying to calm yourself. No matter how many times you tried to focus on the colours exploding on the screen, all you could think about was your hammering heart as your skin heated up under his innocent touch. It wasn't when he abruptly pulled his arm away from you that you were broken out of reverie.

"So what did you think?" He asked excitedly, turning on the couch towards you, a leg moving up and under his other. You hadn't even realized the movie ended. Did they save the princess? Or was it their business they were trying to save? What was this movie even about?

"Um... it was something," you commented, hoping that the vague answer would satisfy him, as you chugged the rest of your beer.

"It's cause you're not drunk enough! Y/N! I told you, you had to get wasted to like this movie!" He whined, clumsily opening another bottle and handing it to you. You weren't drunk, he was right. You were on the right side of tipsy, just on the edge of jumping into oblivion. Seokjin on the other hand, seemed much more ahead of you as he struggled with the bottle opener.

Chuckling, you reached out and put your hands over his, helping him uncap his bottle. You didn't notice how close you had gotten until he whispered thanks and his breath ghosted the skin of your nose. Looking up, your breath hitched as you saw the look in his eyes. Usually filled with mirth, it was jarring to see him looking at you with want, his long dark hair falling into his eyes as they traced your features. You saw his eyes linger on your lips and all you could do was blink. You knew you should move away, he was coworker and friend, but you froze, the two of you lost in the silence.

He made the first move, bringing his hand to your face tentatively. You leaned into it, sighing a little, and that's when you felt his lips on yours. Soft, plush lips that you had imagined more than a few times this past month, molded around yours. The kiss was shy, a little soft as his thumb caressed your flushing cheek. Your hands still on top of his on the beer tightened as you deepened the kiss, and he followed, grunting slightly, his hand moving to the back of your head, angling it a little. You mewled when his tongue licked at your lip, granting him access as it roamed your mouth, easily taking charge as your heart exploded within your chest. You hadn't been kissed like this before, the balance of gentle and domineering, making your knees weak. You were glad you were seated because otherwise, you'd be on the floor.

You don't know how long you were kissing, but the spell was broken as his phone rang, making him pull away abruptly, lips swollen and face red. It took everything in you to not go in for seconds as your mouth followed his. He didn't oblige you though, as he pulled away, resting his hand on your waist as he reached for his phone.

"It's my mom. I'm sorry," he apologized with a pout that did not help how you were feeling. Finding it hard to speak, you simply nodded as if in a daze. His wide, grateful smile made you turn to putty as he answered, only to frown. Quickly ending the call, he grabbed your face and kissed you again, hard but quick, taking your breath away.

"I have to go. I'm so sorry." He looked at you, his forehead pressed against yours, as you blinked. Standing up from the couch, you straightened your t-shirt, as you walked him to the door. He stopped in front of it, his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug, making you smile. You felt like a teenager who got to kiss their crush, it was bizarre. Pecking your lips a few times, he bid you goodbye, waving as he walked off, leaving his truck in your driveway.

Shutting the door, you giggled giddily, forgetting all about your earlier worries of maintaining a professional decorum, as your fingertips grazed your lips, still feeling the touch of his lips. That night he messaged you just once, and you reread the text over and over as you fell asleep.

Thanks for watching that stupid movie with me tonight. Can't wait to continue where we left off ;)

The next day you were extremely excited to go to work, changing your outfit multiple times before settling on a pretty pastel pink dress and leaving your apartment, noticing the truck was no longer in your driveway. Stopping by to grab a cup of coffee, you greeted Doris.

“Hi Doc! Happy last day to send Santa a letter!” she chirped as he poured your order. You shook your head in amusement. This was by far the weirdest aspect of this town. They were all so obsessed with Christmas, grown adults refusing to talk about how Santa doesn’t exist. It would be endearing, charming in a way if it weren’t for the fact that Bean There was the location where they collected these letters to Santa, and it was full of people scrambling to write. You would think it would be mostly kids, but you could spot Mr. Hernandez, a sixty year old retired lumberjack, scribbling away, as well as Molly, the recent college graduate. It seemed the town had no age limit when it came to believing in Christmas miracles. 

“Doris, I don’t know what’s in the air here, but you guys know Santa isn’t real right?” you whispered, not wanting to incite a full out riot, like you accidentally did when you first moved and made the same comment. Either this town was very much into the spirit of things or you were just too late to catch up to the mass group hysteria everyone seemed to be a part of.

“Y/N! You just have to believe, hon. I’m telling you every year, whatever you write on those letters comes through. I mean you can’t ask Santa for love or anything but anything material comes! Always. How else do you explain that?” You frowned as she pushed your coffee towards you. Sure, you didn’t have a logical explanation for that but that doesn’t mean Santa was real. However, you were in a great mood this morning, looking forward to seeing Seokjin, and so you acquiesced to Doris when she waved a piece of paper, writing the first thing that came to your head which was a snowglobe, since the shelves behind the counter was lined with about a thousand. You could use a cute one to put on your desk, if Santa was in fact real.

When you walked into the hospital, coffee in hand and pep in your step, you looked around for the familiar mop of dark hair, half expecting a ho ho ho, or some cheerful Christmas pun Seokjin usually pulled out in the morning, but you were met with an empty lobby. Even his office was empty. It was odd. He was usually the first one in after you. 

Walking into your office you felt your earlier excitement twist into nerves. What if he regretted last night? What if he thought you were unprofessional? But he had texted you, surely he couldn’t regret it too much, could he? Oh! He was so drunk last night. He probably regrets it and now finds it awkward to be around you. Technically he was your subordinate, so were you now one of those creepy bosses they show on television? Inviting your employees to your house to get them drunk and make them kiss you? This was bad. Your thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on today’s schedule in front of you, before, thankfully, Jenny broke through them.

“Hey Y/N. I’ll be taking over Seokjin’s workload while he’s on vacation. Is there anything in particular you need help with today? Otherwise I’m just gonna follow the notes he left behind.” 

“Vacation?” you stammered, clearing your throat and taking another sip of your drink.

“Yeah. He takes the ten days before Christmas off every year. Something about a family obligation.” She shrugged.

“Oh. He didn’t tell me.” You tried your best to not sound disappointed.

“It’s been on the calendar for years, doc.” Jenny chuckled as she walked out of your office, leaving you confused as you went to check the employee calendar and lo and behold, there it was ‘Kim Seokjin on vacation’, staring at you. You were annoyed. You expected at least some notice. Did he think he could just kiss you and then go off to wherever he was. Fuming, you opened your phone to text him.

So when were you going to tell me you were away for the rest of the month?

You waited a few minutes, staring at the screen, but when the message still showed unread you gave up and did what you do best when people piss you off. You worked. And you continued working for the whole week, till you were fed up with Seokjin. He had seemed so caring and then to ghost you out of nowhere? Sure, you can expect that perhaps his vacation slipped his mind, but did he suddenly lose his fingers? He couldn’t do you the courtesy of sending a text when you had left on what you thought were nothing but good terms? “Continue where we left off”, your ass.

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It was two days to Christmas and you were bored. You parents had decided that since you were away, they were going to go on a cruise. Sick of scrolling endlessly through social media, envying your friends, you decided to take a walk to the only place open 24 hours in this town, the diner. It was 2 am and you didn’t think you would see anyone other than Mark, the friendly twenty-year old whose family owned the place.

You were enjoying your plate of fries, and a milkshake when the little bell above the door grabbed your attention off your phone and in walked the last person you expected to see - Kim Seokjin. He was dressed casually as always, his black parka over a white hooded sweater and dark jeans. It didn’t seem like he noticed you, waltzing over to the register to order a coffee as he sat on a stool, waiting for the fresh pot to brew.

Seeing his face, made you stupidly angry. You knew rationally that he didn’t owe you anything, you were just friends. Friends who shared a pretty nice kiss, but you were friends, you had no claim over him, but you still found yourself fuming and getting up from your booth to march over to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you spoke in a normal volume, but Seokjin jumped high, his eyes widening as he put his hand on his chest, staring at you.

“Y/N! Um… what are you doing here so late?” He asked, his eyes shifting around, looking anywhere but at you.

“That’s all you have to say to me?” You crossed your arms, wanting answers.

“I can explain! I swear it is not what you think!” He jumped up from the stool, arms in front of him as he tried fruitlessly to calm you down.

“What is it, then? Did you lose your phone? Did you lose your head?” You scoffed, fully knowing that your comeback was far from witty, but you could barely think, indignation mapped onto your features.

“It’s not that… it’s just… I don’t know how to tell you. I don’t even know if I can.” He rubbed the back of his head, his ears turning red, as they usually did when he was embarrassed. Seeing his demeanour suddenly made the pieces click in your head. There was only one reason people ghosted each other. It was a rejection. You felt your face heat up at the realization, feeling like you were going to cry. Oh, this was bad. You couldn’t believe you were about to shed tears over a kiss. You needed to get out of here.

“No need. It’s okay. I’m a big girl. I can take a hint.” You said quickly, your voice seemingly calm given the situation as you zipped up your parka and walked out of the diner, ignoring his calls of your name. If he really needed to explain himself, he could have followed you, but you walked the ten minutes to your apartment alone, burying yourself under the covers once inside. You didn’t realize that unwittingly you had been thinking about your future with Seokjin, picturing dates and waking up together when all he had been doing was figuring out a way to gently let you down. You decided to let yourself feel the sting, dampening your pillow cases, finding that somehow this hurt more than what Jiho did. Who knew the kind, wholesome small town boy could hurt you worse than a cold lawyer from New York?

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Having no close friends yet in town and not wanting to burden the nice people who invited you to their homes, you decided to pretend that you were going to New York over the holidays. You stocked up on enough groceries to get you through the New Years and decided to hide out in your apartment. You spent your time cleaning your apartment, doing skincare, reading the latest medical journals, and binging the Crown on Netflix. 

On Christmas morning, you decided to treat yourself for brunch, making an obscenely large stack of pancakes, piling it high with fruit and chocolate chips, and drowning it in maple syrup. Foregoing dressing up, you sat on your living room floor in your festive pajamas as you watched the political ongoing of the royal family, and enjoyed your sugar loaded creation. However, before you could truly dig into your pancakes, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

You didn’t know who would be knocking at your door this early and on Christmas. You weren’t expecting anyone and everyone knew you were supposed to be out of town. Sighing you begrudgingly rise as the tempo of the knocks increased. Huffing you opened the door to be greeted by none other than Kim Seokjin, dressed in the ugliest Christmas sweater you had the misfortune of seeing and jeans, with a campy Santa hat atop his dark hair. The forest green Christmas sweater, adorned with a stuffed Rudolph and what seemed like real mistletoe, also apparently lit up, the twinkling red and green lights on it glowed in the morning sun as little flurries collected in Seokjin’s hair. 

Regardless of the terrible wardrobe choice, you couldn’t deny the sudden pull you felt towards him, your heart skipping a beat at seeing him on your doorstep with a small box wrapped in shiny paper. However, you were nothing if not determined, so you schooled your initial wide eyed expression into a glare as you crossed your arms across your chest and leaned into the door frame.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to give you your present.” Seokjin smiled as he brought the gift towards you, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Seokjin, I don’t want you or your presents.”

“Not gonna lie, that kind of hurts.” He scratches the back of his head nervously, sending his hat askew as he sways a little on his feet, unsure of how to proceed.

“Good,” you say as you move to close the door on his face. Not going to lie, you were pretty proud of your resolve. Before you could fully shut the door, Seokjin put his hand out to stop it, jumping a little when he saw the cold look in your eye. Stepping back sheepishly, he cleared his throat.

“Please Y/N. Just let me explain.”

“Go ahead.” Still holding the door half closed, you stared at him, your resolve melting as he seemingly shivered outside.

“Can I at least come in? It’s kind of cold.” You rolled your eyes again, and acquiesced. Not because you wanted to hear him or be near him, but because he looked kind of pitiful shaking in the cold in a sweater that didn’t seem built for the Alaskan winter. Stepping aside you let him in your hallway, leaning against the wall, your patience at an all time low.  “Okay. So… um… how do I even start this?”

“Seokjin. Just say you don’t like me and go. It’s Christmas. The least you can do is be straightforward.” His stammering was infuriating. It made you want to kick him. However, as the words came out of your mouth, Seokjin looked shocked, his eyebrows disappearing beneath his bangs as his mouth flew open. It was a pretty funny sight, and if you were less angry you would’ve chuckled.

“Why do you think I don’t like you? What?”

“Hmm… Let’s see you got drunk, you kissed me and then you disappeared! Like poof!” You gestured in the air with your hand, trying to make the point more apparent.

“Well that’s what I am trying to explain!” And now he was gesturing, his hand with the box rising in the air.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“Just open this. It will help start my explanation.” He took your hand in his and placed the box on top of it. You eyed him suspiciously as you began to unwrap the iridescent paper. Inside the box was a snowglobe, the scene inside showing a field full of flowers with a small truck with two people on the hood. When you shook it, it came alive with glitter and tiny styrofoam flurries. It was very cute and very reminiscent of the night Seokjin and you first became friends. You loved it, but it wouldn’t be you if you weren’t petty enough to hide your true emotions to look at him with disdain.

“A snowglobe? Okay? So?”

“Don’t you wanna know how I knew you wanted this?” He spoke slow, his words and spaced out as he frowned at your scowl.

“I didn’t want this?” You matched his slow pace, enunciating each word as you raised an eyebrow in question. Why did he think you would want a snowglobe of all things? I mean he knew what you really wanted was those cupcakes that Doris only made once a month, you had told him how much you adored them on more than one occasion. If he wanted to be all romantic he could have at least bribed her for some of those!

“But… you asked Santa for it!” he sputtered, jogging your memory to remind you of the throwaway wish you made in the letter to Santa a few days ago.

“So you steal mail now? That’s a federal offence, you know.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No! No no no. I don’t steal mail. Unless it’s snail mail because it’s easy to catch.” He laughed at his own joke, but seeing your deadpan expression, he backpedaled, nervously running his hands through his hair again. “No? Okay, bad joke. But I didn’t steal it. You sent it to me! I’m Santa!” He was talking more with his hands than his words, waving them around in the air.

“Your excuse is that you’re Santa? How old do you think I am?” you scoffed, moving to push him out of the door, ignoring how solid his bicep felt under that ugly sweater. How was he not getting electrocuted by those stupid lights?

“No please don’t kick me out! I’m telling the truth!” Seokjin planted his feet in the ground turning around and looking at you with wide eyes, the cinnamon depths softening your anger as you sighed. This was so far fetched, the least you could do was hear him out. If nothing else, this would make a great story to share over drinks sometime.

“You have five minutes. And I’m eating my pancakes while you talk.” You let go of him as you walked into your living room, Seokjin close on your heels. You sat on the floor next to the coffee table and he followed suit, sitting much too close to comfort, his thigh grazing yours as he stared at your pile of sugar.

“Oh. Can I have some?” he asked, clearing his throat at your glare as you aggressively cut into a piece before stuffing your face. The nerve... “Sorry! Okay um… so did you think it was weird that the whole town just happened to believe in Santa?”

“I honestly was going to write a paper on mass hysteria, but yes.” You were much more interested now. You always did find the town's dedication to upholding the sanctity of Santa bizarre.

“Well, that’s because for almost a hundred years, people in this town have been getting what they wanted for Christmas, without fail.”

“Because you’re Santa?” You looked at him, waiting for him to explain only to be met with a soft smile as he nodded. His cheeks puffed up with his little smile and it took all of your willpower not to poke at them. Why did he have to be so cute when you were trying to be mad at him. Also, what grown man insists they're Santa? “So where are your elves? Is Rudolph just hiding in your truck?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an elf-made man!” He joked, his pun making you lose control as you let out a light laugh before remembering you were supposed to be mad and trying to hold a neutral expression. Seokjin, on the other hand, made no such effort, a wide grin adorning his features, making his eyes disappear beneath his squishy cheeks. “Hey got you to laugh! But no. No elves. Just me, well, and my family. It’s the family tradition I was talking about. For generations the Kims have been sending people in this town presents on Christmas in secret.”

“Wait how do you even afford this?” This made no sense. How was he buying these expensive presents, and also Santa was Korean? How did his family even hide this for so long? Why were these town people naive enough to believe this? How did he do deliveries? Did he work with Amazon? You had so many questions!

“Um… I’m kind of rich?” he replied sheepishly.

“Kind of? You give 2,000 presents a year!” Your pancakes were forgotten as you swiveled around to face him, your knees touching his thigh, momentarily distracting him as his eyes dropped to where you touched him, before following suit and facing you. The two of you sat cross-legged across from each other as he started what may have been the most useless and longest rant he embarked on since entering your home, talking animatedly as always.

“Yeah… but that’s not the point! The point is the days leading up to Christmas are really hard and this year I had to figure out how to make the drones work and this kid wanted an exact replica of Han Solo’s gun and those are really hard to find and then Mr. Hernadez decided he wanted a rare Amazonian flower. Like where am I supposed to find a flower in December?! And don’t get me started on Doris she-”

“Seokjin. Relax. So you ghosted me because you’re Santa?” You placed your hands on his knees to get him to calm down as his face seemed so red from his rant you were worried you would have to resuscitate him if he didn't take a breath soon. He calmed down exponentially, taking a deep breath and locking his eyes with yours.

“Yeah, and I couldn’t tell you and if I did tell you, you wouldn’t believe me till today anyway. And just… I’m sorry.” He sighed, placing his hand on top of yours on his knee as he held eye contact, and it seemed like you may forever get lost in his irises. He looked at you with such a sorrowful expression, that you weren't sure if the pout of his lips was exaggerated for effect or if it came naturally to him.

“I don’t know what to say… I kind of have regrets” You bit your lip as you gazed back at him with mischief.

“You do? I… I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about the fact that you might not like me back. Oh. I’m an idiot. Okay. I will see you at work. Happy holidays!” He spoke in flurried words as he tried to stand up before you stopped him mid-rise.

“Seokjin wait! That’s not the regret.” You were quick to stop him as he sank back down, a confused look on his face.

“It’s not?”

“No. I regret only asking Santa for a snowglobe! I should’ve asked for a car!” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh sure! What kind? I can get you a car.” He did not miss a beat before picking up his phone and scrolling through what you could only imagine being his gift list. Wait, were the Kims part of the mafia? You really should ask him where he gets all this money from someday. Nurses get paid pretty terribly, so it's definitely not that.

“Seokjin. I was kidding!”

“Oh. I knew that.” He put his phone down as he looked at you, blinking slowly a few times.

“So you like me.” You ask, leaning in slightly with a smirk.

“Yes.” He answered resoundingly, a determined look on his face as he leaned in as well. The two of you only a hair breadth apart.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” You whisper, not wanting to break the sudden shift in the atmosphere, as you looked at his plush lips, before meeting his gaze.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” His voice was lower, a little strained as he looked at you, his eyes jumping from each feature before settling on your lips.

“Yes.”

“Then come sit in Santa’s lap.” He leaned back, patting his lap with a smirk, making you blanch as you pull a disgusted face.

“Okay. I changed my mind.” You leaned back, before he came closer, his hands cupping your face.

“No no! Sorry! I just have always wanted to use Santa puns and you’re the only one outside of my family who knows and I don’t kn-” You cut off his rambling with a kiss, a soft, quick one on his lips that made his breath hitch. He recoiled a little in shock, staring at you before pulling your face to his and crashing your lips together.

This kiss was neither soft, nor short, but a flurry of emotions as you both tried to express what you couldn't in words. His lips were firm against yours as his hands moved down your body to pull you closer by the waist. A soft groan left his lips as you parted yours and he wasted no time starting to explore your mouth, his tongue meeting yours. His plush lips moulded against yours and you couldn’t help the moans that fell out of your mouth. You had missed his mouth against yours, the feeling as refreshing as the crisp sun after a blizzard. He tasted like coffee and you sucked at his tongue with fervour, eliciting a shocked moan from him as his hands left your waist to find your ass, gripping it harshly to pull you into his lap. You wasted no time straddling him, as you grind your core against him, making him groan. He bit your bottom lip as he pulled apart to catch his breath. Staring down at your heaving chest, he traced his hands on your hips, before breaking into a smirk. Gone was the rambling man from earlier, his eyes clouded with lust as he took you in. He leaned closer, his lips on your neck as he kissed from your collarbone peaking through your thin pajama top to your ear.

“Now that you’re finally in Santa’s lap, tell him what you want for Christmas.” He whispered, nipping at your earlobe. Wow, he really was not going to let this go. You groaned in annoyance, cupping his face to pull him away from your ear to face you, ignoring the pout on his face.

“For you to shut up.” You kissed him, tilting his head slightly to give you access, before he pulled away, shaking your hands off his face till they rested on his broad shoulders.

“Come on! Let me have this!” He whined, his pout bigger as he looked at you with puppy eyes. You chuckled at his antics, shaking your head as you leaned in for another kiss, missing the taste of his lips already. His hands moved from your hips to the hem of your shirt, slowly moving up under it, tracing over your ribs, just below the swell of your breasts, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

Moaning gently, but not one to be outdone, you mirrored his movements, moving your hands down his built chest, feeling the soft material, and groaning in annoyance as you reached the stupid stuffed toy stitched to the centre. You reached the bottom of his sweater, but before you reached under it you pulled away, Seokjin chasing your lips.

“Will this dumb sweater shock me if I put my hands under it?” You huffed and played with the hem of his sweater as he smiled goofily, as if realizing he was wearing it for the first time. The goofy smile didn’t last for long as he moved his hands to cup your chest, massaging gently as he leaned in kissing your sternum, visible from the top button that had somehow loosened during your makeout. 

“The only shock you’ll get is how loud you’ll be screaming my name when you cum.” He pulled on your nipples, making you mewl as you involuntarily arched your back, rolling your hips on his. You felt breathless, and you couldn’t believe his stupid wordplay was making you this wet.

“Big talk for someone whining about Christmas puns.” You moaned out as he tugged harder on your nipples in reprimand, his hands pushing against the fabric, as he bit the sensitive skin of your neck. Forgetting your earlier concerns, your hands go under his shirt, feeling his soft skin, the tiny hair on his abs tickling your fingertip, as you push the sweater as high it would go revealing his golden skin.

“Yule be sorry for doubting me.” He finally gives your sore nipples a rest, as his hands move to pull his sweater off, momentarily getting tangled up in, making you chuckle, which he mistakes for praise aimed at his puns, wiggling his eyebrows as he emerges from the monstrosity. If you weren’t so whipped for him, you would have made him leave. You didn’t know if this was a one off, if he really wanted things to progress or he just wanted sex but all thoughts fell out of your head as his lips reattached to your neck, his hands on your hips making you grind against him as the two of you made out like teenagers at prom.

“I will literally murder you if you make another pun.” You moaned out, losing yourself in his touch, his lips leaving behind blooms on your skin. If he kept moving your hips like this you were going to cum. You grabbed on to his hair as you moaned at the sensation your body lit as your clit grazed his length through the layers of clothing. Your legs shook as the feeling in your stomach tightened and Seokjin chuckled against your neck.

“Yeah murder me with that pussy.” You could feel his grin but all your annoyance was forgotten as you felt yourself let go, mewling his name, your orgasm washing over you in waves, your grip on his hair tightening. 

He kissed you as you came down from your high, his erection solid against you as his tongue explored your mouth. When he pulled away he looked almost crazed, the lust in his half lidded gaze mirroring yours as his hands moved to your top, slowly unbuttoning it. “Fuck that was so hot. Let me unwrap you, baby.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows again as he looked at you. How could this man be this sexy and this dorky was beyond you. Wanting to see him writhe over you, you started kissing his neck, moving to his chest, leaning him back as you inched closer to the waistband of his jeans.

“You first!” You exclaimed, wasting no time to unbutton his jeans as he sighed in relief, moving to remove them completely before you reached for his boxers. You were a little taken aback when his cock popped out. It was bigger than you thought, head red as a bead of precum glistened in the late morning sun pouring in from your windows. Your mouth watered at the sight and without thinking you licked up his length, his groans egging you on as you bent over him.

“Shit so perfect! So good to me,” he moaned out as you looked at him. His head lolled back as he leaned against his hands behind him, his wide chest rising heavily due to your ministrations. He let out a loud moan, resembling almost a whine, as you wrapped your mouth around his head, sucking softly. You loved that moan, wanted more of it as you took him deeper, his hand coming to rest on your hair. He panted loudly, his moans filling your room, your mind, as you gazed at him looking at you with awe. “This look soots you.”

He really had to make another dumbass joke, didn’t he? You pulled off his length, sitting back as your hand replaced your mouth, slowly stroking him as you scowled at him. God, you wanted him to beg you so bad.

“That better be suit with a u-i or I swear I’m not gonna let you cum.” You gripped him harder, twisting your wrist as your panties get wetter with power. He mewled a little, twitching in your hand as you grinned. His head lolled to the side and suddenly he looked at you, his eyes sparkling with challenge as your words finally processed in his mind. 

Before you could react, he was on you. One hand gripping your wrist and other behind your head as he leaned you over till your back was on the cold hardwood floor and he hovered over you. He smirked at you before he leaned in to kiss you sloppily, making you lose all senses.

“Aw sweetheart, it’s cute you think you’re in charge.” He cooed, as his forearms trapped your head, his kisses becoming softer, reminiscent of the first time he kissed you a week ago. He took his time, his weight a comforting presence on top of you as you melted into the floor. He looked at you with adoration when you broke apart, his nose touching yours and a soft smile on his face.  

“But seriously, Y/N. I didn’t come here for this. I want this so bad but I want to take you out, I want to hold your hand, drink a milkshake with two straws together. I don’t know! I wanna spoil you!” His voice was low, but his words were fast, like he just couldn’t hold them in any longer. You giggled in disbelief, caressing his back. This man really was going to be the death of you.

“Seokjin you’re naked and you want to hold my hand?” you chuckled as he nodded, his eyes glinting and smiling wide. He reached out to hold your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly, an oddly saccharine contrast to the way he was devouring you moments ago.

“I mean I also want to rail you hard, but yeah I don’t want it to be just sex.” You felt your heart flutter at his words, your face heating up more than it already was and you leaned up to kiss him.

“Me neither.” Your grip on his hand tightened and his cock twitched against your thigh, bringing your lust back to the forefront of your mind as you kissed him again, much more hungrier this time. “So come on get on with it. Choo choo!”

He leaned away looking at you with wide eyed surprise before breaking into a shit eating grin.

“Was that a rail- fuck! You’re perfect!” He gushed as he kissed his way down your body, unbuttoning your shirt as he went. He lapped at your nipples, hardening them under his tongue as his hand pulled your pajama shorts off, your panties following quickly after. You wanted to throw another quick witted remark at him, but all thoughts disappeared at his sudden enthusiasm as his mouth made its way to your core. He began to kiss down your slit, light feathery kisses that had you desperate for more, mewling as he continued.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, it’s really taken a mistletoe-ll on me.” He grinned, his breath warm against your folds. Your retort was forgotten when he slid his tongue inside you, flicking against your sensitive walls before he was sucking at your clit. The pleasure was unbearable and you shook under him, thanking yourself for forgoing carpeting the floors. He put his arm over your hips to hold you down as you chanted his name. You were dripping, your heart beating loudly in your chest as he ate you like a man starved, pushing you closer and closer to your high. You walls clenched around his tongue as you moaned louder, your hands in his hair, pulling him closer. 

“I’m so close!” you whined expecting Seokjin to speed up to guide you through your high. He, however, slowed down, the pressure in your belly ebbing slowly away as you whined his name. “Why did you stop?!”

“Tell me my puns are funny.” He looked up at you grinning as you yelped when two fingers entered you. His fingers curled inside you making your back arch as you moaned his name. “Come on admit it, Dr. Y/L/N”

“No… they’re… stupid...” you breathed out as his pace increased and decreased keeping you firmly on the edge, your walls fluttering, your eyes squeezed shut as you refused to beg. He kept up his taunting till you thought you would lose your mind, every nerve in your body on fire as your legs quivered. He was insane! Not being able to take it anymore, you conceded. “Fuck… please! Please Seokjin! Your puns are hilarious. I give! Please…” 

“Good girl. Knew you were on the nice list.” he exclaimed as his mouth latched on to your clit and before you knew it you were screaming, your body shaking as you had one of the most powerful orgasms of your life, your arousal gushing out of you as Seokjin gleefully lapped it up. You felt a buzzing in your ears, your vision spotty as he coaxed you slowly through your high.

Seokjin kissed his way up your trembling body, and slotting his mouth against yours, he caressed your sides as you tried to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes he was smiling at you, lying next to you on the floor.

“Told you not to doubt me, baby,” he said lowly as his nose bumped yours gently.

“No pun this time?”

“I was gonna say mistletoe-ld but I already used that one.” He grinned.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, facepalming. “Why do I still want to fuck you?”

“Because I’m a sex god.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You stood up, a little shakily, at his comment, looking down at his alarmed face before walking away to your bedroom. Before you reached the door, you looked back at him. Seokjin was still in the same position, looking at you dumbfounded, probably wondering what he did wrong. You rolled your eyes at him as you gestured towards your room.

“Come on Santa, don’t you wanna climb up my chimney?” You laughed at the speed he stood up, his hard erection bouncing funnily as he ran towards you with a dopey smile, placing his arms around you in a back hug as you walked into your room.

“Stop being funny or I’ll fall in love with you,” he whined, rutting against you petulantly, making you giggle. You guided him to your bed, making him sit with his back to the headboard as you grabbed a condom from your bedside table, stroking him to gently roll it over his length. His breath hitched as you climbed over him, your knees on the bed next to his thighs. Seemingly unable to wait anymore, he put his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hungry kiss, a flurry of tongue and teeth.

You rise, your hands on his shoulders as you slowly descend on his, his girth a soothing pain as your walls stretch around him. The two of you moan into each other’s mouths as you stare at each other, face red and eyes blown from lust. For the first time, there was silence between the two of you, your staredown intense as you slowly started riding him. It felt delicious and it took all of your strength not to close your eyes in pleasure.

Your pace increased as Seokjin’s hands were placed firmly on your hips, pulling your hips higher so he could thrust into you. You kissed him at that, no longer able to take his intense stare and he groaned, increasing his speed. His cock rammed into you and you saw stars, clinging on his shoulders as waves of pleasure flowed through you. He kisses and bites your neck, his lips leaving blooms of petals in their trail, as his movements become sloppy. 

He leans back a little, grabbing your hand to guide it to your clit, rubbing your fingers on it. The added friction to your bud paired with his wild thrusts has you coming undone in seconds. Your toes curl as his name stretches around your moan and you still in his arms, your vision hazy. He cums shortly after, thrusting in you a few times chanting your name before falling lax against the headboard, pulling you against him.

The two of you sat there for a while, till he softened enough to slip out of you, the feeling sending shudders through the two of you. Placing a hand on your chin, he brought your lips to his, before looking at you with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling.

“So… Merry Christmas?” He shrugged making you giggle, as you rolled off him and sat next to him.

“Who knew I’d be a ho ho ho for Santa?” Seokjin laughed, clapping as he squealed with glee, before calming down enough to put his arms around you, cuddling you close, and grabbing one of your hands in his. He played with your fingers as he smiled.

“I’m sorry I ghosted you. I promise I’ll never do that again.” He kissed your temple, tightening his arms around you.

“It’s okay. You made up for it.”

The two of you spend Christmas morning together. You made more pancakes, dressed in only his horrendous sweater as he belted out Mariah Carey in his underwear. Your heart swelled when he placed gentle kisses on your shoulder as the two of you swayed to the music, barefoot on the kitchen floor. You knew you made the right decision when you moved to Alaska, it just took you this moment to realize how right.

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I’m in Love with An Uptown Girl

Aaron Conners x (F) Reader

Requested By: @sunflosver

Warnings: Langauge, Smut

I hate the subway sometimes. This shit is fucking crowded 24/7.

Aaron held onto the top railing as the subway takes forever to get to his stop. He tends to people watch since New York has quite the diverse crowd. When the next stop came he watches this girl give her seat up for the old lady, nice to know not every New Yorker is an asshole. He watches her stumble as the subway moves before she could grab any rail but once she did she laughs at herself.

She sees the bright side of things at least...

As the subway continues on its route, Aaron checked his phone for any emails regarding an upcoming award ceremony when he stops to listen to the humming. He laughs a bit to himself before moving closer when the subway stopped again as the humming came from the girl he was...really just admiring.

“Uptown girl...she’s been living in her uptown world...” Y/N sways singing softly just mouthing the next line when she looked up and screamed startling herself and Aaron.

“Sorry—didn’t mean to...”

“No sorry. You just weren’t there before” Y/N laughs a bit kind of embarrassed she yelled in the subway train knowing a lot of people are pissed about their day. “Sorry”

“It’s okay, just. Yeah. No I’m sorry for startling you. Didn’t mean to” Aaron states catching the upper railing when the train moved again. “Just like the song you are listening to”

“Oh...you saw me lip syncing...”

“And humming a bit-“

“To Uptown Girl” Y/N smiles nervously laughing. “Yeah that’s a bit embarrassing”

“No no! Not at all...it’s honestly my favorite song”

“Really? I honestly thought I was the only one” Y/N smiles up at Aaron. “Because yknow. People listen to...well annoying stuff these days”

“Hey they all aren’t bad just-“

“The oldies are my favorite” The two said in unison as it sparked something between the two.

“Hey I was gonna grab some dinner...do you want to tag along? Talk more about the good songs of the 80s?”

“Yeah I’d like that, but first...you wanna tell me what your name is...Uptown Girl?” Aaron smiles catching a laugh from Y/N.

“It’s Y/N, and you?”

“Aaron”

“Hmm...” Y/N looks away smiling. “I like that name”

Aaron continues to have a smile on his face enjoying the small moment that’s going to have plenty of more as the night goes on.

The two found themselves in Central Park as Y/N watches Aaron enjoy what they got. She laughs at his over-reactions over the food but she thought it was cute a little.

“How the fuck did I not know about The Halal Guys sooner? I’ve lived here for most of my life” Aaron laughs continuing to eat his lamb over rice.

“Stick with me and you’ll know about all the good food joints” Y/N smiles taking a bite of one of her falafel patties from her platter.

“Let me guess...you’re a food blogger and you review all the spots in New York”

“Somethings gotta get me out of the underground”

“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?” Aaron laughs taking a sip of his beer as Y/N smiles showing the magazine cover on her phone of Aaron with Lebron. “Shit. I hated that photo shoot by the way”

“I bet. Besides. To answer the underground thing, and then the magazine cover...I work for Admission and Records for the general hospital and that’s in the basement level. At least for the hospital in Manhattan.” Y/N states as she sets her beer down. “We get magazines with docs on them all the time. I just had a weird suspicion and had to confirm it”

“Well...not to sound weird. But do you like what you see?” Aaron laughs making Y/N let one out ending with a smile.

“I do, I really do” Y/N smiles watching Aaron stand up from the bench holding his hand out in front of her.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Y/N looks at his hand for a moment before smiling and taking it into hers.

“Lead the way doc”

Uptown girl

After a short cab ride, and a very silent elevator ride. Y/N pushes herself against Aaron feeling his hands rest on the small of her back. He presses his lips against hers without any hesitation.

She's been living in her uptown world

I bet she's never had a backstreet guy

The two stumbled in the hallway laughing as they continued to kiss one another not caring if any neighbor steps out to see them. Aaron suddenly picked Y/N up pinning her against his door feeling her wrap her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. She admires him for a moment before going back to what they were doing.

I bet her mama never told her why

During their make out against the door, Y/N parts from Aaron reaching into his back pocket for his keys. Aaron immediately took his chance pressing his lips against her neck as she struggles to unlock the door without looking.

“Aaron I can’t—-Oh” Y/N stopped herself feeling her face flush when Aaron started to bite leaving his mark. “A-Ah...” she tried to contain herself when Aaron started to bite and trail his hands up her back under her shirt.

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl

She's been living in her white bread world

Y/N finally got the door unlocked as Aaron held her waist pulling her close so she can get the door open without falling back. Once they were in his apartment she moved her legs back to the floor feeling him let go. Y/N immediately kicked off her shoes taking off her jacket as Aaron closed the door. He stood there watching Y/N pull her shirt off over her head tossing it to the side spotting the man staring at her.

As long as anyone with hot blood can

“Going to continue standing there looking pretty? Or” Y/N smirks walking closer to Aaron tugging at his pants by the belt loops. “are you going to help me out of my jeans?” she whispers into his ear before moving her hands up his shirt.

“God aren’t you a wild one” Aaron laughs taking his belt off as he also kicked off his shoes.

And now she's looking for a downtown man

That's what I am

Y/N closes the space between them kissing Aaron once again. He couldn’t stop thinking about how soft her lips were, soon giving off a small moan to her biting his bottom lip.

The two quickly made their way into the bedroom as Aaron lifted Y/N laying her on the bed towering her. He unbuttoned her jeans taking them off along with her panties before looking Y/N dead in the eye making her confused.

“Aaron I-“ Y/N gasps when Aaron inserted two fingers and began pumping slowly gradually getting faster making her arch her back off the bed moaning.

Aaron enjoying himself felt Y/N’s hands end up on the back of his head pulling him down to kiss her even deeper than before. He continued to pump his fingers making her moan in his mouth.

And when she knows

What she wants from her time

Y/N carefully pushes him back blushing heavily feeling her body heat up.

“Are you going...to take me...or what?” She breathes heavily letting out a semi loud gasp Aaron pulled his fingers out standing to his feet on the edge of the bed.

Y/N props herself up by her elbows watching Aaron take off his pants and briefs. She felt her heart race hearing her heart pound in her ears.

“Holy...” She states to the size of his dick looking at him in the eyes. “Do you have a license to wield that weapon?”

Aaron laughs a bit climbing over her again spreading her legs aligning himself at her entrance. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck bringing him down a bit looking him in the eye before bringing her head back when he pushes himself in.

Holy shit...

And when she wakes up

And makes up her mind

After their moment, Y/N laid in the bed staring at the ceiling looking over at Aaron who was still asleep. She propped herself up covering herself in the blanket looking at Aaron once again telling herself this isn’t one of those situations. But something else told her otherwise...fuck her brain. Slipping out of the bed was the easy part, getting dressed in the dark was the hardest knowing most of her clothes are at the front door. Maneuvering in the dark was a whole other challenge as Y/N slammed her knee into the dresser biting her inner cheek to keep herself from yelling. She looks back to see if he woke and he didn’t, finally making her way out.

When Aaron finally woke up he immediately reached over feeling no one beside him. He frowns sitting up looking over to the empty space.

“...I wish she stayed..”

She'll see I'm not so tough

Just because

The end of the week came around and it would’ve been nice having a date to an award ceremony but Aaron couldn’t get Y/N out of his head and would’ve wanted to go with her than any other woman. He steps into the event seeing people enjoy one another’s company introducing themselves. As Aaron mingles with a few other doctors and administration for a few hospitals, he spots someone in the corner of his eye immediately walking over.

“Ah! Dr. Conners!” The lovely old lady caught the man heading over in her direction. “Have you met Y/F/N Y/L/N? She’s in admissions at general in Manhattan. The poor girl busted her knee a week ago and I was just telling her you’re in orthopedics. Maybe you can check it out for the girl’s sake.” She smiles at Aaron as he looked at Y/N with worry but she always kept a smile.

“I told you I’m fine Ms. Henderson” Y/N smiles as the old lady grabbed Aaron’s arm pulling him down a little.

“She’s a lovely girl Aaron. You should...what do the younger crowds say...hit that?”

Y/N snorts hearing that as she turns away to contain her laugh. Aaron smiles a bit patting the old lady’s hand gently.

“Ms. Henderson if you’ll excuse us?”

“Oh of course!” She smiles leaving the two alone.

As Y/N composed herself she smiles at Aaron as he rests his hand on her cheek. She eases into it smiling.

“I was upset when you left...”

“Mm. I knew I should’ve stayed...just thought it was yknow...a heat of the moment kind of fling”

“Oh Y/N...if I’m being honest about my feelings here. You already snuck your way into my heart” Aaron smiles catching a settle blush forming on Y/N’s cheeks.

“I’m glad the feeling is mutual...” Y/N smiles feeling Aaron wrap his arm around her waist bringing her in as she kisses him lovingly.

When they parted Aaron looked Y/N up and down admiring the dress she was in. She smiles before pushing his hand away laughing.

“Don’t pull up my dress”

“She did say you busted your knee...”

“There was just bruising. Let’s just say...you have to move your dresser” Y/N smiles making Aaron laugh a bit bringing her close again.

“What do you say to...Let’s get out of here?” Aaron smiles catching that beautiful smile of hers once again.

“Babe, this is a ceremony where you are also getting an award. It would be rude to leave”

“You’re right, but will you sit with me?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Y/N smiles laughing before kissing his cheek.

Aaron smiles happily taking her hand into his and heading over to where he has to sit for this event. He couldn’t help but keep smiling the entire time, glad she didn’t disappear and came back.

I’m in love with an uptown girl

[generallynerdy]

Seeing Ghosts (Stephen Strange X F!Reader)

Summary: Thrown off course en route to 2012, (Y/N) finds herself in a hospital. More specifically, the hospital where Stephen Strange, a long dead ghost to her, haunts the halls.

Requested by @cairo0003: Heya! Can I please request a Stephen Strange x reader? This takes part in Endgame? Maybe the reader has gone back in time to find one of the stones and sees Stephen. She forgets where she is and hugs him or something, i dunno lol. Then reader confesses she is also a sorcerer and that he’ll know more later on? I dunno, but something cute please!

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death, Endgame spoilers, pre Dr Strange Stephen Strange Word Count: 868

Note: BEGONE WRITERS BLOCK

    Damn it! Of all things to happen today, (Y/N) didn’t expect to be thrown off course mid-time travel. Leave it to Bruce and Tony to put everyone in their perfect place except her. While the others were near Stark Tower in downtown Manhattan, (Y/N) appeared right in the middle of a hospital. What help would that be in getting the infinity stones?

    The worst part was probably the fact that she’d ended up on the roof and now had to descend the seemingly endless staircase. Three floors down, she found herself short of breath and numb in the legs. Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, she slammed into someone.

    (Y/N) yelped and jumped back. “Sorry!”

    The other person didn’t reply and when she met his gaze, her heart dropped. That salt and pepper hair and stubborn eyes were features she recognised all too well.

    Before she could stop herself, she launched herself at him in a hug. “Stephen,” she gasped out.

    “Uh...do I know you?” He asked, not bothering to reciprocate the hug.

    (Y/N) stepped back, face contorted into one of pain. “Sorry. 2012. No, you don’t. Not yet.”

    He didn’t have the chance to ask her what she meant before a slam sounded from upstairs. Footsteps echoed and a nasty Chitauri, hissing and growling, leapt at them with ferocious intent.

    “Look out!” Stephen cried, trying to push (Y/N) behind him.

    She got there first, clapping her hands together to spawn a whip of bright orange light. She swung it at the creature, wrapped it around its neck, and slammed it against the wall, leaving it limp on the floor.

    Lungs aching, she let the whip disappear and looked back to Stephen. That was when she realised she still had her white and red uniform on, meant for quantum travel. She probably looked very, very weird, at least to a pre-sorcerer Stephen.

    “Okay…” he mumbled. “You’re the weirdest thing I’ve seen today and there are aliens outside.”

    “You should probably get out of here,” (Y/N) told him. “Definitely not safe downtown.”

    Stephen snorted. “Not safe to drive home.” He looked her up and down. “Do you expect me to believe you’re a time-traveller?”

    “You’re Stephen Strange,” she laughed. “I don’t expect you to believe anything.”

    He frowned, eyeing her with curiosity and questioning. “Who are you?”

    “Spoilers, sweetie, I can’t,” she replied.

    (Y/N) went to descend the stairs further, to find her friends, and help them find the infinity stones. It killed her to leave Stephen behind, but she reminded herself that there wouldn’t be a Stephen to return to if they didn’t get the stones. The feeling of his ashes sifting through her fingers sent a chill down her spine.

    As she went to leave, however, Stephen grabbed her arm, stopping her.

    “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

    (Y/N) refused to meet his gaze. “Like what?”

    He raised an eyebrow. “Like a kicked puppy. Now you won’t even look at me.”

    Out of stubbornness, she met his gaze, instantly regretting it. This was a Stephen Strange she didn’t know, one that had yet to become a sorcerer, to shed his pride. He kind of terrified her.

    “You said I don’t know you yet. Who are you? Who are you to me?” He questioned.

    (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but shut it. In truth, she didn’t know. Things had been weird before the snap. Even after his death, it was weird. All of Stephen’s stuff went to her, because she was...his girlfriend? Not really. They’d never talked about it. She was something to him, something important.

    “Nothing, not anymore,” she whispered. “In my time, my future, you’re…”

    His eyes softened in realisation. “Dead? I’m dead?”

    “Yeah,” she managed. “But that’s why I’m here. To fix that.”

    “You came back to an alien invasion to save me?” He asked, finally letting go of her arm.

    Her lips curled into a teasing smile. “Among others.” She went serious for a brief moment. “I have to save you. I have nothing otherwise.”

    “Who am I to you?” Stephen whispered firmly.

    Hesitantly, (Y/N) let her hand move instinctively to cup his cheek, her thumb ghosting his lips. “I don’t know,” she replied in a hushed tone.

    He shook his head. “I think you do.”

    “I’m here to find out.” After a moment, she pulled her hand away and started down the stairs, but not before turning to look at him once more. “Be safe. Be kind. Be brave. You’ll need that more than anything.”

    “Why?” He shouted after her as she descended the stairs, ignoring him. “What’s coming?”

    Though (Y/N) would never admit it, she wiped away a few stray tears as she left the building. Her uniform disappeared and she continued onward, finding Tony, Steve, and Scott on a street corner.

    “Hey, you good? Where have you been?” Cap asked of her instantly.

    She shook her head. “Seeing ghosts. Do you have the stone?”

    “Not exactly…” Scott muttered. He then saw the red around her eyes and frowned. “Are you okay?”

    “I will be when we fix this,” she spat. “Let’s go.”

Part 2

Masterlist

[central-city-meta-pocalypse]

Falling into Place - (Harry Wells x reader)

A/N: Okay, so this is way longer than I intended it to be (as most of my stories tend to be, come to think of it), but I’m not wholly satisfied with it, but I can’t work out why. So, please do let me know what you think.

I think my subconscious kind of infused a bit of Maid in Manhattan into this as well - I do love that film. I've tried to portray Harry as less grumpy than he is in season 2 because I think that before everything with Jesse and Zoom he would have been a lot less stressed and more open to being playful/flirty, even if his temper still got the better of him sometimes.

Anywho, I'll stop rambling and let you read :)

Summary: (Set on Earth-2, pre-Zoom) Imagine attending a charity event for STAR labs as an employee and Harry asking you to dance and things move forward from there.

Dedicated to the wonderful @darlingpetao3 because your stories give me so much joy. 

*Gif not mine - credit to the creator*

As your car rolled up at the steps of the venue, you questioned, for at least the third time that evening, why you had decided to come to this party. Even though you were fairly high up in the management of STAR Labs, you were never expected to attend these kinds of events and therefore you didn't, however many invitations turned up on your desk. You rarely had a partner to go to them with and turning up alone was just bound to mean that you'd be hit on by every man in the room who had had a little too much to drink.

But this time you'd made an exception. Because this particular invitation had arrived on your desk two weeks ago accompanied by a note handwritten by Harrison Wells and you'd suddenly found yourself incredibly willing to attend the event.

You had admired Dr Wells for years before actually landing a job at STAR labs and everything had just taken off from there. You'd worked closely with the man for a while now, and although he could have a horrible temper at times, the pair of you had a relaxed working relationship. You could get away with a lot more than most of your co-workers, joking with and teasing him to an extent that was probably considered flirting.

It was safe to say that your original appreciation of Harrison Wells had turned into a full-blown crush. If not something more serious.

And what added to this even more, was the fact that not only did he not say anything against it, but often flirted back which led to you having to quickly excuse yourself from his presence so that your heart didn't explode.

So somehow with five little words, Dr Wells had managed to change your entire philosophy concerning coming to these events on your own.

I'd like you to come ~ H.W is all the note had said, and while this wasn't an actual invitation to go with him, it was enough that you didn't think you'd have to spend the entire evening alone.

You were brought back to the present as the door to the car was opened by a man dressed in a black dress suit and white gloves who offered his hand to you as you got out of the vehicle.

Thanking him, you smoothed out the material of your dress and began to make your way up the stone steps to the party inside. The sound of chatter and the orchestra floated out of the large glass doors into the night, growing louder with each step you took. 

You straightened the top of your dress when you reached the door, determined to look perfect for when you inevitably sought Harrison out.

It was a bold choice for you; a strapless sweetheart neckline that accentuated your bust, moving into a fitted bodice that hugged your curves, before falling gracefully to the floor. The whole thing was made of black satin with a chiffon overlay embroidered with small sequins so the dress sparkled as you moved. You'd fallen in love with it as soon as you'd seen it in the shop window, and hoped that someone else would take a liking to it this evening as well - he did like black after all. 

You started to wander around the hall slowly, trying to not to seem too desperate whilst scanning the room for Dr Wells. You took a champagne flute from a passing waiter as you searched the crowds for your boss. 

After a minute or two, you spotted him talking to a group of people composed mostly of the engineers working on the particle accelerator on the far side of the room and you tried not to smile too broadly when you took in his appearance. He never normally bothered with a tie, preferring instead to just wear a shirt and jacket, but tonight he had actually decided to don a black bow tie which just added to his charismatic persona and made your heart flutter a little. 

Tearing your eyes away from Dr Wells, you continued to look around the room in an attempt to spot anyone else you recognised who could distract you from the scientist. There seemed to be a few familiar faces dotted about the large space, but nobody who you fancied sharing the evening with. But then again, no one other than Harrison was likely to have that effect on you.

At the returned thoughts of him, you turned your gaze back to the spot where you'd seen him minutes before, but the small crowd had dispersed, leaving only a couple of people still talking. Your brow furrowed as you prepared to resume your search, but before you could even start looking for him again, a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

"(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) at a company event? What is the world coming to?" Harrison teased as he stepped forward to stand at your side, looking down at you with a soft smile. "Perhaps I should personally invite you to these things more often."

You laughed lightly, attempting to ignore your increasing heart rate as you appreciated his appearance at a closer distance.

"I guess so," you replied in a much calmer voice than you anticipated as you turned so you were face to face, "but who knows if I really came to see you or if I fancied the open bar?"

It was now Harrison's turn to laugh. It was a rare sound but one you wished you could hear more often. 

"Well, before you make too good a use of that facility, would you care to dance?" He asked, offering his hand to you.

Before your mind could come up with a verbal response, you'd placed your glass down on a nearby surface and reached out, placing your hand in his and smiling at him which was all the affirmation he needed. 

Your hand seemed to fit perfectly in his and it felt so right to you, even if the situation was far from it. Although you flirted a lot, deep down you knew you could expect nothing to actually come from this. It wouldn't be good for business or Harrison's position if he was seen to be actually dating one of his subordinates.

Still, you could dream.

You were led onto the dance floor, in between all the other couples swaying gently to the melodic music. Harrison turned to face you, placing his hand on your waist and sending your heart rate sky high again. You tried not to blush as he pulled you a little closer to him so that your chests just touched. 

"You're blushing," he said with a smirk, his intense blue eyes focused only on you. Clearly you hadn't been successful in hiding it at all. "Am I embarrassing you?" he asked, suddenly seemingly legitimately concerned for you, if totally unperturbed himself.

"No," you replied quickly, hating the thought of him thinking you weren't okay with this, "no, it's just- well, you're the boss... and I'm- me... and people might talk..."

Mentally slapping yourself for being so inarticulate, you looked up at him to study his reaction. To your surprise, he was smiling. 

"What?" You asked slowly, a little confused about why he wasn't agreeing with your assessment of the situation. 

"People can talk if they like," he said, looking around the room before focusing back on you. "Personally though, I don't see anything wrong with asking one of my best employees to dance at a company ball."

You saw his point there. This was a fundraiser put on by the company for the particle accelerator, so dancing with the boss wasn't going to be the biggest talking point. After all, dancing with him didn't mean that there was necessarily anything else was going on.

But perhaps your feelings for the man holding you now were getting in the way of your rational thought and making you wish there was something more going on to make the people here gossip.

You continued to sway together to the soft music floating through the air and you began to relax a little in Harrison's embrace which made him smile softly. The look was contagious and you felt yourself smile too, holding his gaze.

Had circumstances been different, you'd have kissed him there and then and you had a hard time convincing yourself not to, despite the fact that there were so many people around the pair of you.

But suddenly you noticed a figure appear at your shoulder in the corner of your eye, breaking you out of your thoughts. You saw Harrison’s relaxed expression disappear, his mouth instead forming a thin line, a look you saw quite often when he was interrupted at work.

When you actually tore your gaze away from Harrison's face and looked over your shoulder, you saw that the man was Samuel, the head of scientific research projects and one of the deputy CEO's at STAR Labs. You'd worked together a few times because you had to go through him on many of the decisions you made in your own job, but you didn’t know him that well. 

"Sorry to interrupt, Dr Wells," Samuel started, glancing at you in Harrison’s hold, "but several members of the board of directors have just arrived and would like to speak to you." 

He gestured to a cluster of people stood by one of the buffet tables, looking over to where Samuel had walked over to you.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), will you excuse me for a minute," Harrison said, his hand leaving your waist as yours left his shoulder which made the room seem a few degrees colder to you.

"Of course, sir," you replied, reverting back to professionalism in front of your colleague and taking a step back from Dr Wells so you were back at a suitable distance.

A polite smile made its way back onto his face and he started in the direction of the group, but as he left, he whispered in your ear: "Don't go anywhere, we're not finished."

This time you had to hide your blush from Samuel, but he seemed to be preoccupied in watching that Harrison actually left the dancefloor. But once satisfied that his boss had gone to the right place, he turned to you, by which time you had composed yourself. 

"Would you like to dance?" Samuel asked, offering you his hand.

"Sure," you replied, though it was with much less enthusiasm than you'd shown Dr Wells.

His hand on your waist didn't feel anywhere near as good as and you soon found yourself searching for Harrison again as you slowly span around on the dance floor.

You watched him talk to the people around him, but he, like you, seemed more occupied with what he'd just left behind. He saw you looking at him from across the room and sent you a wink that made your heart skip a beat. The effect that man had on you was ridiculous.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t encourage him,” said Samuel, clearly having followed your line of sight. You looked up at him, trying to keep yourself composed on hearing his statement.

“Encourage him in what, exactly?” you asked, your brow furrowing slightly. If he meant your casual flirting, you were almost certain that Harrison didn’t mean anything overly serious by it.

“Him and you. You can’t keep making him think that that’s a possibility,” he said, seeming to be incredibly serious and not once breaking eye contact with you. “The other department leaders and I think Dr Wells is distracted at the moment, and that will affect the company in the long run... and the source of that distraction is you.”

”I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied coolly, trying to keep your voice steady. You were stunned at what he was telling you which was sending your brain into overdrive. You were happy at the thought that Harrison might reciprocate your feelings, yet annoyed that Samuel and the others thought that it was their place to interfere with that, when you may just be steps from being with the man you’d had feelings for, for so long.

“Oh, come on, he doesn’t exactly hide how fond he is of you. But he certainly isn’t going to listen to us about it, so it’s up to you to dissuade him,” Samuel said firmly. You could see that he was fully intent on this particular course of action.

By this point, you had stopped dancing and were simply stood in the middle of the floor, unable to say anything to the man in front of you as you were still trying to process what you were being told. Apparently Dr Wells’ feelings were evident to everyone but you.

Luckily, you were spared any more of a lecture, as Harrison appeared next to you again, placing his hand on Samuel’s shoulder to alert him that he’d come back.

“Can I cut in?” Dr Wells asked, smiling gently at you, but you couldn’t return it as you were still in somewhat of a state of shock.

“Of course, sir,” Samuel replied politely, letting go of you, but still holding your gaze. “Just think about it, okay, (Y/N)?”

You simply nodded, before placing your hand back into Harrison’s. You saw him glance between you and Samuel’s retreating back and you could tell that he was trying to work out what he could possibly have said to you to alter your mood so dramatically.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and concerned as you continued to stare off over his shoulder, still thinking through everything you’d just learnt.

“Hm, yeah,” you said, although you knew that answer was hardly going to convince him.

"What was that all about?" He ducked his head so that you would actually meet his gaze, but as soon as you did, you were sure that your cheeks flushed several shades darker. You couldn’t help it when you began to divulge everything to him.

"He and the other department leaders think I'm bad for you. He says I distract you and I'm putting the company at risk because of it. And they all know you have a thing for me but I'm not dissuading you from it, so I'm leading you on and you don't listen to them," words tumbling from your mouth in a rush.

He glanced at you for a second, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He had the look on his face when he was working through a particularly difficult problem and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

"Why should I listen to them?" He countered, not denying anything you'd just disclosed which shocked you even more. It was one thing to have Samuel tell you what he suspected, but to actually hear it from Harrison himself? You didn’t know if you could believe your ears. He continued:

"I don't think their opinions count for much in this particular matter. I have to admit that I was starting to consider it... because the truth is that you do distract me,” he said, lowering his voice a little so that only you would be able to hear. “But then you came in here, wearing that dress and... How am I meant to turn you away? I’ve been accused of being selfish for a long time now, and this isn’t any different. You're stunning in every way and I would be mad to let you get away from me."

He looked you up and down with a mesmerised expression, with a touch of hunger to it. 

You thought you must have stepped into some kind of dream.

Harrison Wells, the man you'd have done anything for, for years now had just admitted that not only did he reciprocate your feelings, but he was willing to go against the advice of everyone around him to stay close to you. 

Knowing words would fail you at this point, you simply readjusted your hold on his hand and began to lead him away from the crowds of people, towards the small outside balcony on the far side of the room.

You ignored everyone who tried to talk to Harrison as you passed, determined to get him alone so that you could sort through exactly what was happening. You couldn't believe half of the things he'd just admitted to you and you needed a quiet moment to think.

As you stepped outside, you felt the cold night air on your exposed skin, but you didn’t really care. You were alone out here and that’s all you wanted right now.

Harrison came to stand in front of you, not letting go of your hand and gently rubbing circles on the back with his thumb, as if silently encouraging you to say what you clearly wanted to say.

“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” you whispered after a minute, barely able to find your voice as you stared into his crystal blue eyes.

“I have always felt that way about you,” he replied, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek and causing your entire world to slow down around you, “I just never knew how to show you... but now I think I do.”

You inhaled as he leant forwards so that your lips were mere centimetres apart, and your eyes fluttered closed as he closed the gap between you.

The kiss was gentle but full of emotion. His lips moved softly over yours, the remaining taste of champagne on his tongue, as your hand went up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you and the other resting on his chest, where you could feel his quickening heartbeat.

You felt his hand circle your waist so that your bodies were flush against one another as he deepened the kiss and ran his hands over your frame as if trying to memorise every detail.

You loved that you were the one who got to see this side of him. The world saw Harrison Wells: enigmatic, aloof scientist, whereas you got to see everything that he was underneath. Gentle, playful, loving. You doubted that there was anyone other than his daughter, Jesse who got to see this side of him.

You had no idea how long you were stood there, lost in his touch, but the need for air became too great and the pair of you parted. Harrison resting his forehead against yours as you slowly opened your eyes.

“We should have done that a lot sooner,” he breathed, his breath tickling your cheeks slightly.

“Mmm,” was all you could manage to get out, still relishing in the feel of Harrison’s lips on yours.

“You’re cold,” he noted suddenly on running his hand up your arm and feeling the goosebumps on your skin.

“I don’t feel it,” you murmured with a half smirk. You genuinely felt that your skin was on fire.

Harrison chuckled at that, but that didn’t stop him from taking off his jacket and gently draping it over your shoulders. His scent enveloped you and you felt, if possible, even more light-headed.

“What do you say to getting out of here?” he asked with a smirk, offering you his arm.

You hesitated. “Don’t you have people to talk to here? People want to know about your work...”

“In truth, I only came to see if you would,” he said with a slight laugh, “I’m only listed as a guest, not a speaker... because I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Well, I did really only come to see you as well...” You grinned back, now taking his arm and heading back into the noisy hall, before leaving through the large doors towards Harrison’s car, leaving the rest of the party behind.

He turned to smile at you and you couldn’t help but mirror it, realising that you suddenly had everything you’d wanted.

In the course of one evening, your entire world had been turned upside down. But as you got into Harrison’s car and were able to once again press your lips against his, you decided that it was definitely a change for the better.

[foryourart]

STORIES BOOKSImage courtesy of AWHRHWAR.

Thursday, October 12

Agnes Varda: Ulysse, Blum & Poe (Culver City), 10am–6pm.

Talk: Gallery Talk: The Art of Looking—Carlos Almaraz, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 12:30pm.

School of Music Visiting Artist Series: Trey Spruance, CalArts (Valencia), 2–4pm.

Garden Talk & Sale - A Garden of Surprise and Allure, The Huntington (San Marino), 2:30pm.

Latin American Film Series: "Unrest, Distance, and the Future": "Neighboring Sounds", Santa Barbara Museum of Art (Santa Barbara), 5:30pm.

A Dream within a Dream, MADE by Millworks (Long Beach), 6–9pm. 

Artist and scholar walkthroughs: Elena Shtromberg, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 6pm.

Dougall Paulson: Auraform, Blackman Cruz (Hollywood), 6pm.

Mark So: Readings 54, for Manfred, MOCA Grand Avenue (Downtown), 6pm.

S. LEE ROBINSON: Message and Intention, Keystone Art Space (Lincoln Heights), 6–10pm.

Rotem Reshef: Time Traveler, TALL WALL SPACE | UNIVERSITY OF LA VERNE (La Verne), 6–8pm.

Michael Christopher Brown – Cuba After Fidel, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 6:30pm. 

Masks and the Uncanny, in Africa and Beyond, The Getty (Brentwood), 7pm.

Talk: Curator Walkthrough of "A Universal History of Infamy" with José Luis Blondet, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7pm. Sold out.

A Conversation with artist John Rosewall, Gallery 825 (West Hollywood), 7–9pm.

James Benning: Readers World Premiere, MOCA Grand Avenue (Downtown), 7pm.

Writing Now Presents: Chris Kraus, CalArts (Valencia), 7:30–10pm.

EJ Hauser: seekers/beasts, AWHRHWAR (Highland Park), 8–10pm.

Open House Dance Concert, CalArts (Valencia), 8–10pm. Also October 13.

Karen Finley: The Expanded Unicorn Gratitude Mystery, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. Through October 15. 

Friday, October 13

Conference - The Rise of the Newspaper in Europe and America, 1600–1900, The Huntington (San Marino), 8:30am. Also October 14.

We Wanted a Revolution: Black Radical Women, 1965–85, California African American Museum (Downtown), 10am–5pm. 

Director's Walkthrough, USC FIsher Museum of Art (Downtown), 11:30am–12:30pm.

Skirball After Hours, Skirball Cultural Center (Brentwood), 6–10pm.

Kon Trubkovich: Vigil, Moran Bondaroff (West Hollywood), 6–8pm. 

LAND's Feast of the Immortals, 627 South Carondelet Street (MacArthur Park), 6–11pm.

Pasadena ArtNight, various locations (Pasadena), 6–10pm.

African Masks from June Harwood Collection (Silent auction) and "Sharpener" (Faculty Exhibition), Pasadena City College Art Galleries (Pasadena), 6–10pm.

Los Angeles Poverty Department’s Movie Nights at the Museum: Pull of Gravity, Skid Row History Museum and Archive (Downtown), 7pm.

Art Party For Days Of Rage Housing Rights Protests, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 7–10pm.

CRAFT CLUB: MINIATURE ISLET TERRARIUM, Museum of Latin American Art (Long Beach), 7–8:30pm. $10–15. 

Film: Creepshow, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm.

Art Garfunkel in Conversation, Grand Performances (Downtown), 7:30pm.

Canadian Stage Helen Lawrence, CAP UCLA (Westwood), 8pm. Also October 14.

Cyril Kuhn: The Return of Puppyman, Bozo Mag (Highland Park), 8–11pm.

CalArts Weekend, CalArts (Valencia), all day. $45–80.

Saturday, October 14

Katie Herzog: Rubbing the Internet Archive: Coffee and Donuts with the Artist, Klowden Mann (Culver City), 10am–12pm.

David Lamelas: The Other Side, Maccarone (Downtown), 10am–6pm.

Fernando de Szyszlo, Latin American Masters (Santa Monica), 11am–6pm. 

Family Fun Weekend, Annenberg Space for Photography (Century City), 11am–3pm. 

J. Millay & Jonathan Monk, LEADAPRON (West Hollywood), 12–5pm.  

Santa Fe Art Colony 28th Annual Open Studios, Santa Fe Art Colony (Downtown), 12–6pm. Also October 15. 

Project Management Workshop, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 12–3pm. $24–30.

Aztlán: A Sense of Place, dA Center for the Arts (Pomona), 12–4pm. 

Off the 405 x Pacific Standard Time: LA/LA—Helado Negro, Getty Center (Brentwood), 1–9pm.

SSP Community Council Meeting, Side Street Projects (Pasadena), 1–2pm.

PMCA 1234: Second Saturday Spotlight Talk, Pasaena Museum of California Art (Pasadena), 2pm.

The Insanity Principle, High Desert Test Sites (Joshua Tree), 2–4pm.

Franklin Williams Artist Walk-through, Parker Gallery (Los Feliz), 3pm.

Gerardo Monterrubio, Craft in America Center (Miracle Mile), 4–6pm.

HUGO CROSTHWAITE: In Memoriam: Los Angeles, MUSEUM OF SOCIAL JUSTICE (Downtown), 4–6pm.

The Great Wall of Los Angeles: Judith F. Baca's Experimentations in Collaboration and Concrete, CSU Northridge Art Galleries (Northridge), 4–7pm.

Kim Dingle: Yipes, Susanne Vielmetter Los Angeles Projects (Culver City), 5–7pm.

Kiwis in LA Art Show & Wine Tasting, Santa Monica Art Studios (Santa Monica), 6–10pm.

BEN SLEDSENS: Before the crow crows, NINO MIER GALLERY (West Hollywood), 6–8pm.

DBA, Big Pictures Los Angeles (Mid-City), 6–9:30pm.

CAFAM's Gala & Silent Auction, Craft and Folk Art Museum (Miracle Mile), 6–9pm. $200. 

Franscesc Ruiz Abad: Copy to Learn, Learn to Copy, The Lodge (East Hollywood), 6–9pm.

DIA DE LOS MUERTOS X, Cactus Gallery (Frogtown), 6–9pm. 

Replete Repeat Repeat Replete, DAC Gallery (Downtown), 6–9pm.

Duty of Care, Collective Arts Incubator (Highland Park), 6–8pm.

Art of Science/Science of Art: Frankenstein 200, El Camino College Marsee Auditorium (Torrance), 6–9pm. $5–10.

Closing for The Seer & The Stones, Infinity (West Adams), 7–10pm.

Dcypher, Lucas Raynaud, Hero, and Collin Salazar, Gabba Gallery (Koreatown), 7–11pm.

Sayre Gomez: Déjà Vu, Ghebaly Gallery (Downtown), 7–10pm.

Wanda Koop: In Absentia and Josh Callaghan: Legacy, Night Gallery, 7–10pm.

Below the Underground: Renegade Art and Action in 1990s Mexico/Más abajo que el underground: arte renegado y acción en el México de los noventa, Armory Center for the Arts (Pasadena), 7–9pm.

Wild Beast Concert Series: CalArts Alumni Big Band, CalArts (Valencia), 7:30pm.

Sunday, October 15

L.A. GOAL for the Inside Out Productions Open House & Annual Art Show, L.A. Goal (Culver City), 10am–5pm.

16th annual Art + Design Open Market, One Colorado (Pasadena), 10am–3pm.

California Mexicana: Missions to Murals, 1820–1930, Laguna Art Museum (Laguna Art Museum), 11am–5pm. 

Film: Found in Translation Film Program: No Walls, Only Bridges, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1pm.

Design Your Own Monster Youth Workshop, 356 Mission (Downtown), 1–4pm.

Artist talk: Rotem Reshef: Time Traveler, TALL WALL SPACE | UNIVERSITY OF LA VERNE (La Verne), 1–3pm.

Beautiful Parts, CSUN Art Gallery (Northridge), 2–4pm.

Talk & Book Signing - The Invention of Nature: Alexander von Humboldt’s New World, The Huntington (San Marino), 2:30pm.

Red Bull Music Academy Presents: Ryoji Ikeda: A [for 100 cars], 131 South Olive Street (Downtown), 3–7pm. 

In Person: Professor Katherine Manthorne, Laguna Art Museum (Laguna Beach), 3pm.

Social Media For Artists, Women’s Center for Creative Work (Frogtown), 4–7pm. $48–60.

Beyond Words: Jack Kerouac's On the Road at 60!, Beyond Baroque (Venice), 4:30pm.

Dwayne Moser, Reserve Ames (Mid-City), 5–7pm.

Open workshop: Unbound Recollections: Yair Agmon and Hagar Cygler, American Jewish University (Bel Air), 7pm.

Dr. Victoria Reuveni: Orgasmic Yoga, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 7–10pm. $20.

Here/There, FM Fine Art Gallery (Fairfax).

Monday, October 16

HDTK: California Buckwheat, Copper Mountain Mesa Community Center (Joshua Tree), 7pm.

Wark Lecture - Seeing and Knowing: Visions of Latin American Nature, ca. 1492–1859, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

Double Vision: Recent Films by Janie Geiser, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $6–12.

Tuesday, October 17

Laurel Atwell: Exquisite Corpse, Pieter (Lincoln Heights), 10:30am–1:30pm. $20.

Film: Mummy, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 1pm.

CURATORS IN CONVERSATION: Karen Cordero and Laura Mart, Skirball Cultural Center (Brentwood), 2pm.

Bookmaking Workshop, USC Fisher Museum of Art (Downtown), 5:30–8:30pm.

RE:IN FORCE, MART LA (Hollywood), 6–8pm. 

Suzanne Hudson, USC Roski School of Art (Downtown), 6–8pm.

The "Concrete" in Poetry and Art, The Getty (Brentwood), 7pm.

Screening: Let It Fall: Los Angeles 1982–1992 with director John Ridley, California African American Museum (Downtown), 7–10pm.

Two Films by Sarah Minter: Nadie es Inocente and San Frenesi, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Talk: Art + Tech: Stan Douglas and Michael Govan in Conversation, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm. Sold out.

Nevins Lecture - Founding Gardeners, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

Chamber Music Concert - Camerata Pacifica, The Huntington (San Marino), 7:30pm.

Wednesday, October 18

Painting with Nan Rae, The Huntington (San Marino), 11am–3pm. $50.

Tour and Critical Discussion, USC Fisher Museum of Art (Downtown), 2–4pm.

Curator Tour: Visual Voyages, The Huntington (San Marino), 5pm. $15.

FOWLER OUT LOUD: DAEUN JUNG, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 6–7pm.

Artist Talk: Hellen Ascoli | Artist as Mediator, Museum of Contemporary Art Santa Barbara (Santa Barbara), 6pm.

Cosimo Cavallaro: Unidentified Space, Manhattan Beach Art Center (Manhattan Beach), 6–8pm.

A Conversation with David Lamelas, Kristina Newhouse, and Jonathan T.D. Neil, Sprüth Magers (Miracle Mile), 6:30pm.

LECTURE: HEATHER SHIREY ON PIERRE VERGER, Fowler Museum (Westwood), 7–8pm.

Journalism in Mexico: A Deadly Occupation, Hammer Museum (Westwood), 7:30pm.

Music: Art & Music: Chicano Batman, LACMA (Miracle Mile), 7:30pm. Sold out. 

Max Maslansky Book Launch, STORIES BOOKS (Echo Park), 7:30pm. 

LMAO: Comedy Show, Fais Do Do (West Adams), 8–11pm.

Ellen Cantor: Pinochet Porn, REDCAT (Downtown), 8:30pm. $6–12.