#john krasinski x reader fluff

[joyceyayo]

Her (18+)

Jim Halpert x reader short story by joyceyayo

Soft kisses land on my neck, and the lower half of his body rises and sinks into me. A slow and tender motion, making me whimper every time he falls and meets my skin.

A/n This is a 2020 rewrite ;) Enjoy :) Thank you sm to everyone who has added the story to the reading list and supported me through my sabbatical

      The camera follows us as we walk down the hotel hallway to our room. We're a bit drunk and laugh a lot at stupid things. I almost can't breathe because of his silly comment when he pulled out the door key. I let out a string of hums as the door swung open. The camera follows us in. Jim turns around and motions for them to leave. They step out, and I walk into the room. I shut the door behind us.

He touches my shoulder in a manner I didn't expect, slowly feeling it and letting go to continue walking. I'm very excited this time, like the first time we did it. I walk over to him to kiss him, but he picks me up and pins me to the wall. I feel myself get wet just looking him in the eye. He looks me up and down in a somewhat purposely degrading way. I give him puppy dog eyes, and he adjusts me to stabilize me. His soft lips touch mine and slowly move; I lose myself in them

'God, this night is ours. Ours to never think about her again.'

He slowly grinds on me, and his effect on me is embarrassing. Every time he rubs up against me, I have to roll my eyes back and curl my toes not to moan. He gives one more, and I try to stop my legs from shaking as best as I can, but I'm in pure bliss as I reach my high. I stop kissing momentarily and pull the hair on the nape of his neck. He can never know, though, because it's humiliating how that finished me. But he doesn't notice and keeps going, driving me crazy. I start kissing back again as I calm down. He lets me down, and I almost fall. he walks over to the bed, and I drool over his silhouette. I swiftly step over to the bed as well. He looks down at me and lifts my chin. I now have a unique angle on him. His face is straight, and he's looking down at me. He touches my shoulder again and pushes me down to my knees. My breathing hitches as he undoes his belt.

"Get your shirt off too." I do so as his pants slide down his legs. I try to hide my smile because he'll make fun of me. I pull down his boxers, revealing him. He unbuttons his shirt as he gets excited. I wrap my hand around it, and it's warm in my palm. I gently put my lips around the tip before sliding them off; he rolls his eyes back. I lick it a bit and give it some attention. I look up, and he's screwing his eyes shut and biting his lip, struggling not to move, probably because of the direct stimulation. I decide to stop torturing him and just throat him. I got him to moan. I look up again, and he's embarrassed; he pushes my head back down. I hold in laughter. It was so hot, though. He's vocal with words rather than moans. But I'm the other way around.

The only words I can remember ever saying during sex with him unprovoked were, 'Jim, right there!' it was the first time we were together, and he went on and on. The more I moaned, the more he added to the answer.

Other than words of encouragement like 'yes' and 'harder,' I moan.

'Aw, this the first time you've gotten good dick?'

'That's right, take it.'

'Don't fake it, don't do any of that porn shit' I didn't have to fake it.

He runs his hands through my hair and then wipes my tears-stained cheeks. There he goes again, with words

       "I like it when you cry like this." I struggle to catch my breath as he looks down at me.

      "Why didn't you finish?" I ask, and he lifts me from my knees. He proceeds to start unbuckling my belt. He kisses up my neck, gets to my ear, and whispers.

      "Because I'm gonna fuck you" those words make me melt. His tongue on my neck, his hands working on my clothes, and him leading me to the bed. He lifts me from my underarms, getting me level with his head. He lifts his leg by bending his knee and placing it on the foot of the bed. It's swift, and before I know it, he's on top of me on the bed. I take a breath from his lips to unhook my bra. When I do, I see his eyes closed, and to keep his lips occupied, he mindlessly drifts to my stomach. He finds himself going lower and lower, not being able to resist. He knows I feel insecure with him doing that to me... But this is somehow so persuasive.

      He slowly pulls down my panties and reaches up to rub my tits. I awkwardly giggle and try telling myself to resist, but I can't. I bite my lip as his hands slide to my inner thighs and pull them open. He takes his thumb and rubs my entrance; he slides up and finds the most sensitive part of my clit. Just the slight pressure made me cringe. He started rubbing, and I shot my hands to his.

      "Jim," he stops; he knew what he was doing. He laughs. He tongues it a bit, and I bite my lip. It's very intense but friendly. I roll my eyes back as he licks me open. I repeat his name, now in a different tone. I'm unwinding, and he looks up. I immediately start acting all pretty for him. He sort of senses my bullshit and starts going faster. I arch my back and grip the bedsheets, about to cry. he smiles into the licks and laughs a bit. I move my hands to his hair and start to shake a bit. He goes in one repeating motion until I reach my high.

I throw my head back, and my vision blurs. My mouth is open, and I'm not making any noise. I'm shaking while slowly moving my legs around, bending, and straightening them.

After I'm done, he slides his hands to my shoulders, hovers over me, and kisses my cheek. He smiles into the kiss. The kisses trail to my neck, and my mouth slightly parted. He runs his hands through my hair to let me calm down.

       He pushes the tip against me; it doesn't go in without much pressure, so it's kind of like a warning.

      "Can I?" He asks, and I nod aggressively, putting my hand on his lower back and pushing slightly. He gets the hint and slowly enters. He thrusts in and out slowly.

Soft kisses land on my neck, and the lower half of his body rises and sinks into me. A slow and tender motion, making me whimper every time he falls and meets my skin.

"Harder," I quietly whisper, and he delivers. I let out a closed-mouth squeak at the first hard thrust. His eyes are still closed, kissing my neck. I wonder if he's thinking about anything. This is when he sits up and takes my legs. He puts them over his shoulders while his eyes roll back a bit. It looks like his soul comes back to his body when he looks down at me with a sort of death stare; whatever it is, it's turning me the fuck on. I'm starting to lose my mind under his control. He smiles and puts his middle and forefinger in my mouth. I moan again.

"You like that, baby?" he asks seductively, and I curve my eyebrows and nod. "Okay, then say thank you?" he demands, and I tear up a bit from how hard and fast he's going.

"Thank you," I slur the words because his fingers are in my mouth.

"Good girl," he rewards, and I start to get stiff due to the knot in my stomach. I widen my eyes and look at him; he smiles and starts going harder than ever. He watches as my eyes roll to the back of my head "cum for me, baby" I begin to have convulsions when he cums, and I shake at the sensation. I relax, and he falls on top of me. He pulls out, and I get up to pee.

He follows behind me and hugs my shoulders from behind. I turn my head, and he kisses me. He starts the shower and leads me in after it gets hot. I reach up to his neck and pull him down for a kiss. I try to get more aggressive with it so he gets the idea. Before I know it, I'm being spun around so my back faces him. He pulls me against him with one hand on my waist and one on my neck; I'm always amazed at how hard he can get back to back because I can feel him against my ass right now.

"You want it?" I try to nod, and he chuckles a little. He immediately slides in and starts thrusting, using the placement of his hands for support and the water as a lubricant. No matter how often I feel him, it's always like heaven. The skin slapping is the only thing filling my ears other than:

"Is that good for you?"

"Mmm, you can't even speak"

"Aw, you want more?"

"Needy slut"

꧁꧂

Jim's pov:

Her eyes are closed, and she's lying on my chest. She stays still and winces a bit when she moves. I get worried.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I ask, concerned. She opens her tired eyes and shakes her head.

"No, just sore."

"Sorry," I say and rub her abdomen. She looks up and smiles before drifting to sleep.

My eyes slowly open to see her face. She's sound asleep and now lying on top of me. Her breathing on my neck relaxed and could put me back to sleep immediately. She smells like fresh-picked flowers, making me close my eyes and try to stop the thoughts. 'You don't wish it was her,' I think.

"y/n," I whisper. Her eyes flutter open, and her lips form a smile. I run my fingers through her hair. Her eyes close again, and she hugs me tighter. I tap her back and speak. "Come on, we need to get ready, baby," I say softly and sweetly when she kisses me. I smile and move my lips to hers. My hands are on her face as she gets lost in my lips. She bites my bottom lip and then gives it a peck. I'm just melting. I gently pull away, and she whines a tiny bit. Her head falls back on my chest

"But I just want to stay here with you." She whimpers a bit, and I rub her back.

      "I know," I say, and she looks up at me with lust. "But we have interviews." I let her down, and she groans while sitting up, and I laugh.

"I'll go get us breakfast," she says softly while walking to her bag. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You sure?" I ask while stretching and getting up.

"Of course," she says while getting her clothes out. Once she stands back up, I give her a wrap-around hug from behind. She giggles.

"You have the cutest laugh," I say, and she blushes. "What are you in the mood to eat?" she whispers. I kiss her cheek and huskily flirt with her.

      "You," she playfully scoffs as I kiss her ear.

      "you know I love you, but I'm starving, and we just showered before we went to sleep last night," she contradicts. I breathe through my nose and continue the small kisses, making my hands tender. I can feel her temptation.

      "Can we mess around just a little?" I ask in an animated, whiny voice while swaying. She turns around and kisses me. "I don't want to be all sore again."  I laugh and let her go.

"I'm kind of in the mood for a croissant," I say, and she nods. We get dressed, and she leaves to get food.

I collapse on the bed and think. 'Jesus fucking Christ, man, you're with a woman who's treated you the best out of everyone you've been with, and you still miss her?!' I'm a terrible person.

꧁꧂

She walks in the door, and I smile at her.

"Luckily for you, they had one croissant left," she looks at me. You look so handsome," she kisses my freshly shaved cheek. She hands me the croissant in the box.

      "Thank you, baby," I whisper, and she lays down. I turn and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tired?" I ask, and she nods with tired eyes and yawns.

      "You wore me out last night," she says softly, and I laugh and crawl over her. She plays with my tie, rolling it between her fingers.

       "Is it bad that I like that? I feel like it gives me power," I tell, and she grins.

      "Not at all." She pulls me in for a kiss by my tie, and I roam my hands on her. She pushes my chest away. "I'm hungry," she whispers with a smile; she's so beautiful. I move off of her, and she gets her bagel. We eat and get ready for our interviews. The perfect night, followed by an ideal day

A/n ty for reading :) Thank you to everyone who has added the story to the reading list and supported me through my sabbatical

[lullabieswrappedinlies]

A Happy New Year

Summary: While awkwardly navigating a friend’s New Year’s party, you and John cross paths for the first time.  Pairing: John Krasinski x Reader Word Count: 1895 Warnings: Celebratory/social drinking. 

A/N: Okay, here it. My first posted John Krasinski fic! I’ve been a fan of this guy for longer than I realized, but the crisis recently took over. As I mentioned before, I’m known in the other fandoms for writing fluffy, cliche fics ... and this is just that. I hope you all enjoy it - I have a part two planned, if you do! Please reblog if you feel so inclined, as I would love for as many people to read this as possible :) 

Tags: @professorkrasinski​ @booklover1814​ (Thanks for agreeing to be tagged!)

The house was already bustling with people by the time you arrived — late, as usual. You hung your coat in the closet in the entryway and smoothed out your comfy sweater. The party had been deemed casual, but you knew your friend and her other friends well enough to know that a t-shirt and a ponytail just weren’t going to do the trick. You still had opted for a nice pair of jeans and boots, but you made sure your hair and makeup were done to impress. 

You searched through the house for the hostess, and finally found her pouring drinks in the kitchen. You snuck one from the row of glass tumblers and winked at her. 

“You’re here!” she squealed, setting down the bottle of Southern Comfort and coming around the island to hug you tightly. “I’m so happy to see you, I forgive you for snagging that drink.”

You giggled and returned the embrace with one arm. “Happy New Year to you, too. There’s so many people here!”

She finished pouring the drinks then put them on a tray. She nodded with her head for you to follow her, so you did. 

“It’s the first time Chris and I are hosting a holiday together, and I’m having multiple anxiety attacks,” she sighed, handing drinks off as she went. “He’s got a million people on the guest list. I had you and like a handful of other people, most of which decided to stay in Jersey instead of coming to Boston.”

You raised your brow. “So I know nobody here but you? Ash …”

She gripped your arm tight. “Please, Y/N. I’m begging you. Stick with me through this — I’m freaking out over here!”

Though you weren’t crazy about the crowd or not knowing anyone, Ashley was your best friend. For that reason only, you knocked back the majority of the contents in the glass you had swiped not that long ago and told her you were going to need some beer. 

“Not a problem. I’ll get you a beer, and we’ll just stick together for the rest of the night.”

That, of course, lasted all of about five minutes. You were tossing the cap from your beer bottle into the trash and when you turned around, Ashley was off with Chris’s arm around her. She was smiling and laughing; you just chuckled to yourself. She’d come find you later. Hopefully. 

You sipped at your beer and meandered through the party, recognizing a few people here and there from around the city, but no one that you knew well enough to stop and talk to. So, you continued to meander. 

When you had first moved to Boston, you used to walk by this house and wonder who lived here, what the inside was like. Then, Ashley had started dating Chris and your questions had all been answered. She still lived in New Jersey, but she came down as often as she could to see him. Sometimes, when you got bored, you’d call Chris and see if he was bored and the two of you would hang out. It was only because of those visits that you recognized a few of his friends here and there. 

Teasing yourself about being a Disney character, you found the library and quietly began to browse the titles that lined the shelves. Old and new, tattered and worn or in mint condition. Ashley had told you about this room before, but you hadn’t believed the amazingness of it until now. 

Your fingers floated over the spines of the hardback books until a particular title caught your eyes. Still holding the longneck in one hand, you pulled the book from the shelf and skimmed over the first few pages. 

“If you haven’t read that book, you should. It’s one of my favorites.”

The voice in the doorway called your attention away from the page you were reading. Quickly, you shut the book and placed it back in its proper spot on the shelf. 

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to be in here, but I don’t really know anyone so I was wandering the house. I live here and before Ashley started dating Chris, and I used to wonder what it was like on the inside, and then she told me about the library — that’s a run-on sentence. And I’m rambling.”

“You are,” the tall, vaguely familiar stranger nodded, but with a charmed laugh to accompany his comment. “And it was. I didn’t mean to spook you by the way. I noticed the light on and wanted away from the crowd myself. I’m John, by the way.”

He stepped into the room, extending his hand to shake yours. You wiped your hand on your jeans before slipping your hand firmly into his. His sudden presence had made you nervous, and in reaction, your palms had become slightly clammy. That was the last thing you wanted to pass on to this handsome guy. Then, you realized. 

“John,” you repeated, “John Krasinski. You’re the guy from that show …”

“The Office,” he offered with another amused smile. “Been a while since someone didn’t recognize me right off. Refreshing.”

You winced. “I’m sorry, I’m really horrible about watching new shows. I stick with Grey’s Anatomy and older shows, more or less.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, but Ashley burst into the room. “Y/N! There you are! We’re starting beer pong. Let’s go! Oh, John, you can be Chris’s partner!”

She took you by the hand and dragged you away. You weren’t entirely sure that John was in tow until he appeared beside Chris on the other side of the beer pong table.

After a short tournament of three games, you and Ashley were declared the winners. There was no way you’d be getting back home in this state, but Ashley assured you that she had reserved a guest room for you. Since that was the case, you grabbed another bottle of beer and wandered back to the library. 

This time, you were only along for a few seconds before John showed up again. He greeted you by name and clinked his glass tumbler with your beer bottle. 

“Congrats on the win. Thank goodness Ashley said your name when she came to get you earlier. I wasn’t sure you’d give it to me otherwise.”

“I would have, eventually,” you assured. “I was nervous. Maybe. Tipsy, for sure.”

John nodded. “Can I show you something?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you considered him carefully. You didn’t know him other than the fact that he was Chris’s friend. You were, however, just tipsy enough to slip your hand into his, leave your beer where it was, and allow him to lead you to the front closet. He waited patiently while you bundled up, then took you by the hand again and led you out to the sidewalk. 

A few blocks down, John tugged your hand to the left, across the calm street. Snow was starting to fall and the temperature seemed to be dropping by the hour. That didn’t stop you from excitedly following him through his loft apartment, out to the balcony. He left you there for a moment to admire the view, but came back with a big, flannel blanket. 

“That’s Fenway Park!” you exclaimed. “You can see this from your balcony? Like you just wake up every day and see the Green Monster?”

“I do. Ashley mentioned before how much you love the Red Sox.” John confirmed, wrapping one end of the blanket around you, and the other around himself. He pulled you in front of him so that he could pull both side of the blanket tight around the two of you — not an easy feat considering the height difference. “Are you warm enough? Can you see over the stadium okay?”

You nodded, leaning back into him. A part of you couldn’t believe this was happening; not one bit of it. Here you were, in this crazy romantic setting on New Year’s Eve, with a guy so far out of your league, it was like you were playing coach pitch and he was in the majors. The other part of you, though, the part with inhibitions lowered thanks to the beers, decided to drink it all in and let it happen. 

At the stroke of midnight, fireworks exploded over Fenway Park. You drew in a deep breath and watched in wonder as the colors lit up the sky. Even through the snow, the fireworks continued. 

When they finally ended, John opened the slider so you could get inside and get warm. He shook the snow from the blanket, then hurried inside himself. You took a deep breath and shrugged. 

“What now?”

“Now,” John replied, almost as though he was deciding even as he spoke, “I make you your favorite breakfast, and you tell me more about yourself.”

“Breakfast? At midnight?”

John nodded. “It’ll head off the hangover. I’ll tell you more about me. Maybe we’ll even watch The Office.”

You giggled and unzipped your coat. You laid it carefully over the arm of the chair, and slipped your shoes off, too. “French toast. And bacon. Please.”

John didn’t just smile this time; he grinned. 

While John cooked, you sipped at a tasty cup of coffee and told him about your life: where you had grown up, what made you decide to move to Boston, and how strongly you felt that you should have been in this city your whole life. 

“It is a pretty great place,” John agreed. “And what do you do for a living?”

You filled him in on that information while he plated a few pieces of French toast and bacon for each of you. When he sat across from you, you clapped excitedly; you hadn’t realized how hungry you were until food was an option. 

“Your turn,” you encouraged with a cheek full of French toast. “Tell me how you got to this point in your life.”

The next hour or so, the two of you filled your bellies and filled each other in on your basic life information. After you helped John with the dishes, the two of you sat on the couch. You were getting sleepy, so he offered the same blanket from the balcony, took a seat next to you, and covered both of you with the blanket. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and John put an arm around you. His hand landed at your hip. You were warm and cozy and fighting sleep in a matter of minutes. 

“I wanna see you again, but my life gets pretty crazy these days,” John told you quietly. 

You adjusted so your cheek was against his chest and nodded. “It’s okay. I’m having a great night, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be in any sort of limelight.”

John kissed the top of your head. “Guess we’ll just have to be secret lovers then.”

You responded with a sleepy chuckle. The kiss on your head had left you wanting more, so you tilted your chin up to him. “Happy New Year, John.”

“Happy New Year, Y/N.” 

Your lips met John’s halfway. That first contact was so soft and sweet, you were still feeling the butterflies when you took a cab home several hours later. 

[styles-89]

delicate ; a love story.

chapter one: all new beginnings must require old endings.

authors note: hi!! this is my first jim halpert x reader fic :) i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! also, thank you for the support on my previous writings. flashbacks/flash forwards will be in bold and talking heads will be in bold with italics!

WARNING: language

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February 25, 2005

Y/N clears her throat, crossing her legs as she sits in small, uncomfortable grey chair. In the background people are working at their desks, a man turns and glances at Y/N in the conference room with the crew. He turns back and makes eye contact with the camera, that was zoomed in on his reaction. He bites the inside of his cheek and goes back to his work, having a look on his face like he got caught doing something.

“What do I say?” Y/N asks, leaning forward towards the camera, then sitting back in the chair. “Oh, I started working at Dunder Mifflin about a year and a half ago? I’m the receptionist here. Boring, I know. I..sit in at meetings, uh, transfer clients. I also write stories! Sometimes, when I’m free. No-one has really seen them, except Jim.” Y/N looks down and fiddles with her bracelet. “Jim’s probably my best friend.” Y/N responds to the crew, the question of her relationship with the man coming up. She nods and smiles. “He’s the best salesmen I know. Everytime he makes a sale we air high five.” Y/N chuckles and smiles brightly at the camera.

“Caleb? He’s my boyfriend. He works in the warehouse. Helped me get this job.” Y/N nods, her smile faltering but a smirk staying on her face. “He’s great, we’ve been dating for...four years. He still has yet to pop the question but you know, we’re saving money, haha.” She smiles and chuckles. “Oh that’s it? Okay cool, uh, if you guys need anything don’t be afraid to come over to my desk and ask.” Y/N stands, and gives a small wave to the crew and camera before she exits the room.

“So, how was it?” Jim asks, leaning back in his chair, looking the woman up and down that was leaning up against his desk slowly, trying to find a trace of concern or outright disgust. Most of the employees at Dunder Mifflin, especially at the Scranton branch, were concerned with the idea of a documentary being filmed. Y/N seemed to like the idea. “It was fine, you just talk about yourself and your job.” She readjusted herself to now be sitting on Jim’s desk, legs dangling off. Y/N eyes the camera that was now standing near the two of them. This would take some getting used to. “So, Y/L/N, you want to go to Poor Richards tonight?” Jim asks, poking the top of her knee. Dwight perks his head up looking over at the two. “Shouldn’t you be working?” He asks, and Y/N rolls her eyes.

A ring was heard from reception, and Y/N hurried over to the phone after shrugging in Jim’s direction, picking it up. “Dunder Mifflin, this is Y/N. Yes, I’ll transfer you.” Y/N says into the phone, sitting back down in front of her computer monitor. “Dunder Mifflin, this Y/N.” She pressed the phone to her ear and her shoulder, writing on a sticky note ‘You mean, like a date?’ “Oh uhm,” The caller was asking to speak to Micheal, but he wasn’t in his office. “Where’d he go?” Y/N mouths to Jim, and he returns with a shrug. “Micheal isn’t here right now, may I take a message?” She asks, setting the separate sticky note to the side and grabbing another one to write down what the person on the other line needed. “Got it. Thank you!”

Y/N stood up and took both of the sticky notes, one to Micheal’s office, sticking it on his computer monitor, and walking over to Jim, placing the purple piece of paper on his shoulder. She would just joke with him out loud but didn’t want Dwight staring at them again. Jim looked over at Y/N, who was now back at her desk and lowered his eyes, a hand resting on his face. She let out a pretty peal of laughter, a pink tint on her cheeks. Their jokes is what got both of them through the day.

“Y/N?” The crew had asked him how he felt about Y/N and her affect since working here. “She’s a great friend. Very easy to talk to..warm, energetic and positive.” Jim comments, biting his lower lip gently. “Why do you ask?”

At the stroke of 5p.m., Y/N stood up and took her coat off of the coat rack, finding some ways to stall to talk to Jim by stacking the post-it notes, putting the scattered paper clips in their rightful container, making sure her computer was properly turned off. After what seemed like an hour of judgement from other employees as they left (it was only about two minutes), Jim approached her. “I’m assuming your in?” He asks and Y/N smiles. “Hell yes. I haven’t gone out to Poor Richards with you in forever.” She says, stuffing her hands nervously in her coat pockets. “Wait, were going to Poor Richards?” Kelly calls back to them and Y/N’s eyes widen, realizing how loud she was. “Guys were going to Poor Richards!” Kelly called down the hall, earning a few cheers from the other employees.

“I love my coworkers.” Jim says, sighing, and clicking his tongue to his cheek. “But Y/N is the only one who understands the pain of group outings. It’s mainly one of the reasons why we do things with eachother, without the rest of the Scranton branch.”

Y/N and Jim laugh at the same time, the camera zooming in on Caleb as he enters the office right when the two of them were about to leave. “Hey, baby.” Y/N says, pressing a kiss to Calebs lips, his hands resting on her waist. Jim looks into the camera with a frown as he fiddled with his car keys. “So Jim and I were going to go to Poor Richards, if that’s okay with you?” Y/N asks, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. “Oh, babe..I kinda wanted you to come home tonight, you know..the reasons why.” He grumbles and Y/N looks at the camera, Jim looking visibly flustered and uncomfortable in the background. “Uhh..I just- haven’t gone out with them in awhile.” Y/N separates from Caleb and he frowns. “Fine. You can. Love you.” Caleb says before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Take care of her, Halpert.” Caleb says and Jim nods. “Will do.” He says awkwardly, chuckling afterwards.

“Guess I’m all yours tonight.” Y/N giggles, walking down the stairwell, Jim not far behind her. “Haha, yeah..” He trails off and Y/N stops and looks up at him. It was tremendously cold in the stairwell, but it was their safe space. “Somethings wrong.” Y/N says and Jim shakes his head. “I know that face.” She retorts. “What face?” His eyebrows furrow as he looked in her direction. “The face were you think really hard about something, were your concerned.” She points out and Jim smirks. They really had memorized each other, like a book they had read multiple times. Other miscellaneous things they knew about eachother: Jim’s favorite pen color is blue. Y/N’s favorite yogurt flavor is strawberry. 

“I’m just thinking about Caleb. Why didn’t he want to let you leave, besides..you know.” Jim mocked Caleb’s grumble, this made Y/N laugh. “I don’t know.” She says, continuing down the stairs but she frowns. “Sometimes I just don’t get him.” She confessed, and Jim’s face softened. The camera crew slips into a corner so it is out of view. Jim rolls his eyes and pushes the door open with his back. “Boys! Amirite?” He jokes, which made Y/N smile. Jim rushes over and opens Y/N’s door, to which she thanks him. The camera crew watches as the car drives away. “Do you think everyone else is already there?” Y/N asks and Jim shrugs, focusing on the road. “Thanks for taking me, by the way.” Y/N comments and Jim smiles. “No problem.”

After a couple of hours of hanging around the bar and Y/N getting hammered, the crew filming most of the experience, Jim decides it’s best if he takes Y/N home. He had successfully put her in his car and buckled her, and once he was in the car, Y/N wrapped her arms around his arm while giggling. “Wow. You are SO drunk!” He exclaims and eyes the girl, a gentle, caring smile on his face. The camera zooms in on the two, the view being from another car. “I’m perfectly sober!” Y/N cheers and Jim shakes his head as he pulled up to a red light, the camera filming them in the next car over. “Would I do this if I wasn’t sober?” “Do what-” And just like that, time stopped.

Y/N’s lips were on Jim’s, and Jim’s eyes widened, but he relunctly placed a hand on the back of her head, cradling softly as he closed his eyes. It was so pure, so delicate. The light had turned green, and a car honked behind them. Jim immediately pulled away, stepping on the gas, the camera getting a shot of them as they veered off. Y/N giggled and covered her mouth, then threw up in a bag that Jim had given to her just incase of an incident like this. He didn’t really have time to process what had just happened, and he rolled his eyes as he placed a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. He pulled up to his house, seeing his roommate was home. Jim was going to take her back to her house, but he was scared that she wouldn’t be able to articulate without some sort of assistance, and Jim presumed Caleb was already asleep.

Jim helped Y/N out of the car and walked into the small house and his roommate smiled. “So this is her?” He asked and Jim glared at him and sat Y/N down. “Just get me a glass of water, asshole.” He comments and takes his flip phone out, texting Caleb.

‘Hey, it’s Jim. Y/N got really drunk and she puked in my car, so I took her back to my house. Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch. Have a good night.’

“What am I going to do with you?” Jim asked and shook his head. Y/N made ‘grabby hands’ towards him and his obliged, sitting on the couch with her, her body shifting so her head was now on his lap. He smiled down at the girl and quickly turned on the TV. Jim could feel Y/N slip out of consciousness by her breathing and he smiled again, taking a moment to take this in. He stroked her hair and he swallowed harshly, remembering what had happened earlier. Jim bit his lower lip and sighed, then took the girl up in his arms, bridal style, and walked to his room, placing her on his bed, and covering her with the blanket.

The next morning, Jim cooked breakfast for her, gave her medicine, and let her know of what had happened last night. She was taken aback, wondering why she would do such actions. She apologized profusely, to which Jim just smiled and shook his head, replying with a ‘you’re fine.’ Classic boy-next-door Jim. Y/N went home, and didn’t tell Caleb. There was no reason to. She was drunk, and didn’t remember the events. The weekend flew by in a flash, and soon it was Monday again.

Y/N walked into work with a bright smile on her face. That smile quickly faltered as whisperings were made by her other coworkers, and she made eye contact with Jim. Had he told someone? No, surely he hadn’t. Y/N’a eyes faltered from Jim as she sat behind her desk and Jim tapped his pen on desk. Dwight taps his desk a single time and Jim looks over at him, raising his eyebrows. “Y/N has a boyfriend.” Dwight quickly says, and Jim nods. “Yes, I know. Why are you telling me this?” He asks, really not wanting any of Dwight’s antics at the moment. “Because you kissed her.” Jim’s heart sank into the bottom of his stomach. “..Who told you that?” He whispered, glancing at the camera, and Dwight points at the crew member holding the camera. Jim looked at the camera and clenched his jaw.

“How long does this documentary have to be?” Jim asks, his hands folded in his lap as he clenched his jaw.

Y/N wrote sloppily, she was jotting down ideas for her writings. Not that anyone would see them. “Y/N?!” Caleb calls and Y/N stands up. He sounded angry. “Caleb? What’s up?” She asks, walking from behind the reception desk. “You kissed Jim?!” He yelled and Jim turned away from the gaze of Caleb, spinning in his chair as he looked in the camera. The whole office knew by now. “I-I was drunk! And it’s not like it meant anything!” Caleb had a right to be upset, after all, she had kissed him even if she didn’t remember it. “I’m sorry..” She trailed off and Caleb clenched his fists. “Sorry isn’t gonna cut it! You hang out with Jim all the time, how will I know if you don’t do something like this again?! We’re over. I want you moved out of the apartment by tonight.” Caleb angerily says and Jim looked over at Caleb, standing up. “Hey, man, she didn’t mean-” “I don’t want to hear it, Halpert. You kissed back.” He spat. Y/N looked over at Jim before she watched Caleb storm out of the office. He was gone. The man she wanted to marry, spend the rest of her life with, was gone. He wanted her gone.

“Y/N.” Jim quickly said and Y/N tears up, looking up at him. She just threw away four years of her life she would never get back. “I can’t..” She said and rushed out into the hallway, and finally into the stairwell. Jim followed close behind. “Hey..” Jim soothed and wrapped his arms around her, her head now resting on his chest as she wept. He rubbed her back gently and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, looking over at the camera. “You’re going to be okay, Y/L/N.” He comforted, and Y/N sputtered. “I don’t have a place to live! He wants- me gone by tonight.” Y/N hiccups and Jim holds her tighter, thinking of ways he could help her. “Hey! Crazy idea, you can stay at my place until you find somewhere to stay.” Jim suggests. He hadn’t even talked to his roommate.

“Are you sure? I- that’s.” Y/N tries to the find words to show her appreciation, and wraps her arms around his neck, standing on her tippy toes to hold onto him. Jim wraps his arms around her waist and closes his eyes, holding her tightly once more.

And just like that, Jim knew this was the right thing to do. He took in her scent, the softness of her skin, and the many giggles coming from her.

“I’d do anything for her.” Jim says confidently, before his eyes fell from view of the camera. “She’s my best friend.”

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Series

The American Initiative (Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC)

The Nearness of You (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Boston Boys (Crossover; Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC)

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Brought To Light

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader 

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff

Rating: (PG13) 

Word count: 3,177 

Summary: On a friends weekend to an AirBnB in the woods for a scary movie marathon you end up getting much, much closer to your best friend than you thought possible. 

You stare up at the part-creepy part-charming AirBnB in front of you. ‘This is a terrible idea, Mark.’

Your best friend slings an arm over your shoulder and grins at the ancient Victorian mansion with pride. ‘No way. This is going to be perfect.’

As if it can sense your unease the wind kicks up, swirling the late Autumn leaves around your ankles. ‘We’re all going to die, guaranteed.’

Mark strides forward and you wrap your arms around yourself in the chill. Lifting a brick on the railing he finds a key. ‘You’ll see,’ he says with a grin.

The sound of car doors slamming makes you turn. ‘Hell yes! This is awesome,’ Jackson yells, stoked as always.

You sigh and hitch your duffle bag over your shoulder and follow Mark up the creaking steps. The rest of the group files in around you. When he first proposed the idea of a weekend getaway to binge spooky movies and party in the woods, you were, admittedly, drunk. It sounded like a fantastic idea. Mostly because you’ve been in love with him since, oh, forever.

But now that you’re here, you can feel the distance. To the left is the long, tree-covered lane that lead you to this old house. To the right is a private beach. Even if it wasn’t October it wouldn’t be an appealing place to swim. It’s all jagged rocks and aggressive waves.

‘Fantastic,’ you say to yourself.

Things go surprisingly fine for most of the evening, despite being inside what feels like Amityville Horror house. You all pick rooms. Jackson and Bambam draw the shortest straws and have to share. Fortunately, or unfortunately given your enormous crush on your best friend, the two of you end up in side-by-side rooms in the attic with a bathroom in between.

The owners really did a wonderful job updating the house to rent it out. Enormous flat screen TV, comfortable couches, huge kitchen, modern appliances, and nice decor. From the inside it doesn’t scream ‘you’re going to be woken up by someone with a chainsaw.’

You all make pizzas and settle in for Paranormal Activity. Bambam sprawls out on one of the beanbag chairs on the floor, followed by Yugyeom on the other. While they’re arguing JB claims the plush recliner on the far side of the room by the windows. Jackson lays across the entire sofa with a wink and Youngjae shoves him off, screaming dramatically. Jinyoung rolls his eyes and sits on one end, calmly eating his pizza while the chaos unfolds.

Mark shakes his head and laughs, leaning against the wall that divides the kitchen from the living room. He catches your eyes and shrugs in amusement. A lock of his hair falls across his forehead and you wish you could reach across the room and brush it out of the way. It would be harmless, you think, to make him sit next to you on the couch. You’re always together, anyway. And he’s a huge scaredy cat, so he always clings to you during horror movies.

But just as you’re sitting on the far end, Jackson and Youngjae resolve their fight and sit down next to you. You sigh, watching Mark move to the only open space between Jackson and Jinyoung. He gives you a look and pouts. You might be imagining it, but you would swear that he’s sad about it too, and not in a teasing way.

He chooses the movie and you shove a slice into your mouth to take a big bite. Of course he’s sad. You’re his best friend, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.

The sun sets somewhere between Get Out and A Quiet Place. 

The massive bags of popcorn are made and consumed. Youngjae’s stash of Junior Mints is discovered and he reluctantly shares with the rest of the group. He sprawls out on the thick ivory carpet after, hugging a pillow to his chest and complaining of a stomach ache.

JB falls asleep and doesn’t wake up even when Jackson screams his head off when the first monster appears to threaten John Krasinski and Emily Blunt. He jumps on top of Bambam, clinging to him and nearly popping the beanbag chair. 

You look across the now empty expanse of couch between you and Mark at the exact same moment he does. You definitely don’t miss the interest in his look this time and awkwardly push your hair behind your ear, turning away so he won’t see your blush.

Before you can think about moving closer to him or somehowkindofmaybe asking if he wants to move next to you, he takes care of that for you. He cradles the large bowl of popcorn in one arm and slides stealthily into the spot Youngjae had occupied. He gives you a small shy smile in the flickering light from the TV.

You should look away. You should break eye contact, immediately. You should stop having ridiculous thoughts about closing the distance and kissing him. But you don't, and Mark doesn't either. Heat blooms in your chest and you bite your lip to stop from giving him a giddy look.

Luckily, Yugyeom's stomach growls loudly and everyone pauses the movie and starts making their way into the kitchen to pull out the beers and packs of sushi you got from the store and piled into the fridge. Mark laughs quietly to himself and stands up. As always, he holds out a hand to help you up. His fingers normally slip from yours as soon as you're on your feet. Normally, he'd release you and step back before following the group.

Outside the wind picks up, slapping branches from the enormous trees on the back yard against the floor to ceiling windows. The rain starts a moment later, loud and demanding, but still you don't look away from the emotion in Mark's eyes that you can't read. Or maybe you’re just too afraid to let yourself consider what it might mean.

You want to blame it on the house, or on the horror movies, or on the playful atmosphere of the night. But there's no way you can reconcile your sarcastic best friend with the man who keeps you close, who looks down at your lips for a fraction of a second. It's disconcerting in the way seeing a shooting star is thrilling - an unexpected event that knocks you off your center and makes you believe in miracles.

He holds you to him in the empty room for a beat before turning and guiding you into the kitchen. It's only when the two of you round the corner that he removes his hand from yours. You excuse yourself to the bathroom while the guys divvy up the chopsticks and argue about who gets the sashimi.

You can still feel Mark's eyes on you as you shut the door. Leaning forward, you rest your hands on the vanity and groan at your reflection. Not only is your blush incredibly obvious but there's a piece of popcorn in your hair from when Bambam started trying to see how many he could throw onto JB before he woke up. The answer was 27.

With shaking hands you fix your hair and smooth a finger under your eyes to remove any mascara that's strayed over the course of the long day. You straighten your shirt and blow out a big breath, laughing to yourself quietly. You wonder when you started to be so affected by him.

Always, if you're being honest. 

Since the first time you met in ninth grade Biology, you've been friends. Just friends, unfortunately. He never saw you as anything other than a buddy. Someone to play Super Smash Bros with and go to late night Marvel movies and study for exams over bowls of his dad's famous kimchi stew. Your friend groups merged and became a Frankengroup of ten, including Amelia and Bree who had a concert downtown they couldn't miss tonight.

You've always been... just friends. Even in college when you were in Seattle and he stayed in LA, you kept in touch. You'd always thought that the feelings were one-sided and that was that. You've dated and had a boyfriend for the first year after you moved back to California. It wasn't like you were waiting for him or anything, but the question of 'what if?' has always lingered in the back of your mind.

And now he's looking at you like he wants more. You wet your hands and press them to your feverish neck and tell yourself you're imagining things. 

'Don't read into this,' you whisper to yourself sternly in the mirror.

By the time you emerge they've all re-settled on the couches. Mark is where he was when you all got up, guarding an empty spot on the end of the couch next to him. He raises a brow when he sees you hesitate and looks to the spot before looking back at you, as if to dare you to try and sit somewhere else and avoid him.

JB and Jinyoung are debating between Hush and Midsommar and you weave your way around everyone on the floor and sit defiantly next to Mark. He grins, smug, and hands you a plate and some chopsticks. Eventually they settle on Hush and start the next movie.

When you're both finished he gathers your plates and sets them on the floor, safely out of reach of Youngjae's screaming and flailing limbs. Then, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he puts an arm around your shoulders. You blink, determined to keep your eyes on the screen. It's too much for your imagination to handle in the moment and you freeze.

'Are you okay? he whispers against your ear in a low voice. 'Is this alright?'

You shake yourself and tell yourself to just enjoy whatever touchy mood has come over him. Why not store up moments like these to remember later on when you're back to being just friends? You nod and follow his lead, tucking your legs up on the couch next to you and leaning more firmly against him. He sighs and relaxes, his arm sliding down to rest gently on your waist.

It's after ten when the credits roll and your eyes are definitely starting to droop from sleepiness. Given the loud snoring from the opposite end of the couch you gather that this time Jinyoung is the one who's fallen asleep. Jackson and Bambam fight over the remote and you groan at the noise, burrowing farther into Mark's chest. You'd swear his hand runs along your hair, but before you have time to examine it further the lights in the house abruptly go out.

The kitchen goes dark along with the lights on the porch and the TV displaying the Netflix menu.

'Oh my god, we're going to die!' Youngjae screams loudly.

‘Calm down,’ JB sighs.

There's a lot of scuffling and groans as people bump into each other before JB finally locates his phone and turns on the flashlight. It swings towards Yugyeom, Youngjae, and Jackson tangled on the floor, over to Jinyoung who lifts a hand against the light, to Bambam who is somehow clutching an umbrella by the door and looking ready to attack.

When JB stands the light flashes across you and Mark and suddenly you’re wide awake. You press your hand to his thigh for balance and try to stand before the guys can see how close the two of you got during the movie. You end up tumbling to the floor. Thankfully the beanbag Bambam vacated softens your fall and you press your hand to your chest and laugh.

More of the guys locate their phones and turn on the flashlights. JB wipes a tired hand down his face and mumbles about looking for the breaker box. Yugyeom and Bambam hold onto each other as though they expect an axe murder to leap out. They scramble after Jinyoung when he says he’s going to check as well.

Youngjae and Jackson sit on the floor with their backs to the couch. ‘We’ll stay here, you know, just in case it comes back on,’ Jackson says with a nervous smile.

You roll your eyes and reach for Mark’s hand, not letting yourself think twice about it. ‘We’re going to go look for some candles.’

He twines his fingers with yours, grasping so his warm palm presses firmly. You hear Yugyeom whining from the attached garage and shake your head.

‘I think he might die of fright before anything else,’ Mark laughs. His voice is close behind you as you feel your way up the stairs in the dim light from his phone.

‘I know, right?’

It feels good to laugh with him. This, at least, is familiar ground. Whatever you were hoping to figure out up here away from the group - that is far less easy to handle.

You find some candles easily on the ledges of the oversized tub in the bathroom you share with Mark. Thankfully, you’d remembered correctly seeing some when unpacking your toiletries. Otherwise he might think you just wanted to get him alone. That would be crazy, right?

A lighter sits on the floating shelves above the toilet and you carefully arrange the candles on the sink and light them. With one hand. Since for some reason the two of you can’t stop touching each other.

When a warm glow fills the space he turns off the light on his phone and slides it into his back pocket. Even the distant noise from your friends isn’t enough to disturb the quiet at the top of the house. He stands close enough that you can feel his breath against your face.

Distracted by the way the candlelight plays with his deep brown irises you forget to feel nervous. It’s almost as if the two of you have always been like this. He always holds your hand. The two of you have always been together, unable to stop looking at each other like your eyes hold the answer to a thousand questions. When he kisses you your eyes always flutter close as you wait for his lips on yours.

Wait - his lips? You open your eyes just as his mouth grazes yours. He pulls back at your surprise.

‘Shit, sorry, I -’ he runs his free hand through his hair and huffs out a laugh. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking.’

You recognize the uncertainty and fierce delight in his eyes because they mirror the feelings in your heart. ‘No, don’t. It’s fine, really.’ Even though your voice is high with nerves your words are steady and sure.

Tightening your grip you lean forward and briefly press your lips to his. It’s not a proper kiss, not by far, but it’s an invitation. You stand strong, composed of reckless hope and a wanting for him that feels explosive in your chest. He pauses, adorably confused.

His brows come together and he presses his lips together in an endearing smile. ‘Do you… want me to kiss you? We’re - I mean - ‘ he laughs. ‘We’re best friends, I don’t want to ruin anything.’

You come closer, fitting your body against his. With your free hand you feel his heartbeat, pressing your palm to his clothed chest. The rhythm is frantic beneath your fingers and you clench the fabric in your fist. He wants you, just as much as you’ve always wanted him.

‘I’m sorry,’ you tease, swallowing a grin. ‘Were you not clear about what I just did? Should I do it again?’

Relief washes over him, turning the vulnerability in his eyes into something much warmer and more determined. ‘I think you should. You know, just for science.’

You laugh, tipping your head back. When you look back to him his arm goes around your waist, holding you close against him. He drops his head and seals his mouth over yours. Though you both tease each other normally, the kiss between you is soft and new.

Someday you might grip his hair and push him against the sink to taste his neck. But for now the two of you stand, holding each other in the middle of the candlelit bathroom. Your clasped hands are trapped between your chests and you know he feels your heart racing for him as well.

The triumphant yelling that comes thundering up the stairs along with the sound of hurried feet lets you know something has changed. It reaches your kiss-drunk mind slowly, as though you were underwater. It would be fair to say you’re drowning in the sensation of Mark’s tongue along yours and honestly you can’t be bothered by the outside world.

But then - 

‘OH SHIT, WHAT?!’ 

‘No friggin’ way!’ 

Someone wolf whistles and you would bet it was Bambam.

You pull back, blinking in the overhead lights, to see the collected group of guys hilariously crammed into the small landing at the top of the stairs. They all gape at you and Mark. His arm around your waist, your hand fisted in his shirt that’s now tugged almost clear off one shoulder. Your hands and his lips red from kissing and oh god.

Mark looks as alarmed as you feel at having your entire friend group know how you feel about him. And before you’d even talked about anything or decided on what the hell this means. You start to panic He doesn’t look at your friends. Instead, Mark lifts the hand around your waist and tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling slightly.

‘I thought you’d never do it. Good job.’ This from JB who calmly leans against the wall, smothering a yawn.

‘What’s he talking about?’ Youngjae asks.

JB starts to answer, a smug twist to his lips. But Mark cuts him off. ‘I finally shot my shot.’

‘Took you long enough,’ Jackson says with a laugh. 

Bambam throws up his hands. ‘God, I swear this took five years off my life, I need snacks. Let’s leave them alone guys.’

He heads off down the stairs and one by one the rest of the guys go after him until you and Mark are alone once more. In the stark light overhead you wonder if this is all some horrible prank.

‘By shooting your shot you mean… you like me too?’

Mark bends against, holding you close and kissing you firmly on the lips. ‘Yes, I do. Have for a long ass time,’ he says against your mouth.

‘But I’ve liked you forever, too.’

He releases your hand to grip your hips. You react on instinct, throwing your arms around his neck. Your face goes into the warmth of his neck and you can’t help but grin.

‘That is excellent news,’ he says. You can feel the ghost of his smile against the skin of your shoulder. ‘Because I’d prefer it if my girlfriend was into me.’ 

You snort and bite a his neck gently. ‘God I can’t believe my boyfriend is such a dork.’

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talk about your dreams.

Hi guys, how are you doing? I bet great because it’s Friday, my dudes.

This one is a request from my amazing @lullabieswrappedinlies​. Thank you so much for requesting and always leaving amazing comments, I hope you like this one. Guys check her out because she has amazing stories too.

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Before you jump in:

. This is a Fluff story (because we love it)

. John Krasinski X Reader.

. The prompt: “You are the only one that I can trust.”

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Your back is against the mattress, and the only thing looking back at you is the ceiling. Your fingers were intertwined with his for the past 20 minutes, and there is silence, till the next song started playing, a familiar melody on the background of his question.

"Can I tell you something?"

John almost whispers. His thumb caresses yours slowly before turning to face you.

His hazel eyes hovered above your face, mapping your features carefully.

"Of course."

Is the answer he waited for to continue. He is deciding the words, the corner of his lips curve a little before he could start.

"Sometimes, I have this dream that I'm flying, and I can feel the adrenaline, and the freedom, I feel invincible, safe as I get higher and further. I know I'm not transformed into a bird, I'm still myself, and when I recognize this, my arms starting to feel heavy and tired, but at this point, I'm too far up in the clouds. I can feel the fall starting, slow and then progressing very quickly, that cold feeling in the stomach is there and I hit the ground very aggressively, but I don't die. I just keep trying to fly again, and I never can."

He stops for a second before continuing. "I never told that to anyone before."

"So I'm the chosen one."

You attempt to lighten up, after absorbing what he told you, lighten up the intensity of how he gazed at you. John lets your hand go, and gets up from the mattress, balancing himself over you and plats a soft kiss on your lips, before parting them again to say:

"You are more than the chosen one. You are the only one I can trust."

He smiles before approaching, little by little, making you count the seconds, he loved making you wait. Your hand found its way towards his neck, and his went under your back to pull you against his chest.

"Wow, you really got it bad for me, hun? I should have listened to your mom."

"What?"

You laughed.

"Last Christmas, she kinda gave it away, said you called her and told her you were having a thing for me, but I thought she just had too much wine."

He looks at you static.

"See, this is why I have trust issues, and also you didn't tell me anything."

"Like I was going to snitch on my future mother in law, you cra-."

Before you could finish the sentence, his mouth shut yours up. He was hungrier, needier.

On the background, the final lyrics of "Your Song" by Elton John played.

[parkerrogersgirl]

Forced to Choose- Chapter 3

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, roommate Tom Holland

Word Count: 1,008

Warnings: references to smut, fluff, language, blood

Summary: Will she choose love or friendship?

A/N: I’m doing roommate!tom for @starksparker 4k challenge!

After you and Harrison make good on your elevator promise, Harrison puts on a pair of boxers and goes out to the kitchen to make a snack. You put on one of his shirts and get in his bed, turning on The Office. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray, grinning at you. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of you before climbing in bed with you. The tray has cheese and crackers as well as grapefruit juice, which you vaguely remembered drunkenly telling him was your favorite last night.

He kisses you softly as he turns his attention to the show, “you picked the American one over the British one. I’m keeping you.”

You laugh as you take a bite of a cracker, “it’s not even a question of which one is better. John Krasinski is perfection.”

“I’m not arguing, love. The U.K. does many things better than America, but comedy is not one of those.”

After the first episode, you move onto his lap, and he wraps his arms around your waist. He traces circles on your stomach and you giggle.

“Harrison, stop, I’m super ticklish.”

He grins at you, “that was a mistake, love,” he says as he tickles you harder. You laugh and get off his waist, trying to kick him away. He moves on top of you as he kisses you deeply, slipping his hands under your shirt. You moan into the kiss as Harrison runs his fingers through your hair. He pulls away from you, smirking at you, “definitely shouldn’t have told me you’re ticklish.”

You roll your eyes and sit up, straddling him as you kiss him softly. He grabs his phone, “I forgot I was going to call Nikki,” he says as he dials a number.

“Hey, Nik, it’s Haz. I gotta give you the scoop on this bullshit your son is doing…” He proceeds to explain the situation, emphasizing the screaming match he got in with Tom earlier in the day. “I know, he’s being a little shit. It’s not my fault I fell in love with his roommate.”

You blush when you hear the “l” word, leaning on him as you kiss his neck.

He moans softly, feeling your lips on his neck while he listens to his best friend’s mother, “thanks, Nik. I appreciate it. Yeah, miss you too. I’ll come visit for Christmas, I promise.” He hangs up and sets his phone down, kissing you deeply. “So she’s gonna talk to Tom, darling. She’s extremely angry because this isn’t how she raised him. I’ve never heard her sound so disappointed in Tom. It’s sad, but it makes sense. I’ve been his best friend for years, and you’ve been his roommate for almost as long, and I can’t believe he’s treating both of us this way. But, until further notice, I want you to live here with me. And if it takes too long to get resolved, then you can just move in with me.” “Wait, are you serious?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“Of course. Like I told Nikki, I love you. I have for years. And I want you to live with me. Not just because of this situation with Tom, but because I want to spend everyday with you.”

You smile, kissing him softly, “well I guess now is a good time to tell you that I love you, too.”

He kisses you deeply, pulling you tighter to him, “so is that a yes to moving in with me?”

“Of course, Haz.”

Harrison’s phone rings, and you notice that it’s Tom calling. “Hey, I’m gonna make us some dinner while you… talk… to him.” You kiss him softly as you stand up.

He declines the call, shaking his head, “if he wants to talk to me, he can get his bitch ass over here.”

“Well, I’m making us dinner anyway.”

There’s a banging on the door and you go into the kitchen while Harrison goes to answer it.

You start getting the ingredients out for pizza, and Harrison opens the door to a very pissed-off Tom.

“You called my mum? You fuckin’ serious, Haz? How could you fucking do this to me?”

You bite your lip, trying to be silent as you make dinner.

“Of course I called her. You’re being a prick and it’s not fair to (Y/N) or me. You don’t get to treat us like shit. Just because you don’t like the fact that I’m in love with your roommate doesn’t mean you get to act this way. We’ve both known you for years, and neither of us deserves this.”

“Uhm, fuck off. I’m not being a prick. You absolutely do deserve it when you were SNEAKING AROUND BEHIND MY BACK and FUCKING MY ROOMMATE.”

“I already told you, we weren’t just fucking. I’ve been in love with her for years.”

“Regardless, she’s my roommate and you have no right to be calling my mum and telling her what’s going on.”

“Of course I have a right, you arse. YOU don’t have a right to tell me who I can and can’t love. And I want to spend the rest of my life with (Y/N), and even marry her one day.”

You gasp, accidentally cutting your hand with the knife you’re using to cut the pepperoni, “FUCK,” you yell, dropping the knife on the counter.

Harrison runs into the room, wrapping your hand with a paper towel, “Jesus, darling, are you okay?”

“Please tell me you have a first aid kit, this really hurts.”

“Tom, you know where the first aid kit is, please grab it.”

“Why should I?”

“THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND I WILL BLEED ALL OVER YOUR GODDAMN CLOTHES IF YOU DON’T GET THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT,” you scream at him as your vision gets spotted. You lean back on the counter, trying not to pass out.

“TOM, NOW, PLEASE,” Harrison yells.

“Haz, I’m-” You slowly slide down to the floor and your vision goes black.

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A New Decade

Summary: Ten years have passed, but you and John haven’t forgotten about each other.  Pairing: John Krasinski x Reader Word Count:1570 Warnings: None? A/N: This is a part two to A Happy New Year. Thank you for the lovely comments on that fic, and I hope you also enjoy this one!  Tags: @professorkrasinski​​ @booklover1814​​

Over the years, you and John crossed paths via Ashley and Chris, kept in touch via phone calls and text messages, and you even flew out to Los Angeles to see him a few times. It was always the same; when you were together, you were together. When you weren’t, you weren’t. You were always aware when John was dating someone else, and vice versa, but you always came back to each other. That strange in-between the two of you were involved in never went away. 

At the turn of a new decade, Chris and Ashley’s two young kids were with Ashley’s mother for a few days. With their time freed up, the pair decided to hold a New Year’s party again — smaller than the one when you had first met John, but no casual get-together, either. 

You had been single for almost a year, and you knew that John was coming off of a break-up with his latest relationship. You had pressed Ashley for details, but she refused to give. 

“If John wants to tell you, Y/N, he’ll tell you. Maybe he needs a little time with this one.”

That statement took you aback and made you think — made you overthink. What was it about this woman that made John need time to move on? No other break-up had been that way; sure, he’d been disappointed, been bummed out for a few days. But it had been over a month now. You had never met the woman, granted, so maybe that’s why you didn’t understand. 

You donned a pretty dress for the occasion, went easy but appropriate for hair and makeup, then slipped your feet into a pair of ankle boots. No sense wearing heels and risking your ankle on the snowy Boston sidewalk before you even made it to the party.

Feeling a bit of deja vu, you hung your coat in the entryway, then went in search of a drink. One side of the double sink in the kitchen was filled with ice and beer bottles, so you plucked one from the group, used the nearby church key to pop the top off, and took a sip before going to mingle. 

Though your eyes searched the party for John, you found Ashley and Chris first. They were conversing with some of Chris’s co-workers. Not wanting to interrupt, you tapped Ashley on the shoulder. 

“Hey, you’re here,” she smiled, carefully balancing her wine glass in the hand that wasn’t hugging you. “And you found yourself a drink, good deal.”

She went on to introduce Chris’s co-workers, then excused the both of you back to the kitchen. She added a little wine to her glass, then leaned one hand on the island. 

“John’s not coming.”

“Not coming? Why?” And why wouldn’t he tell me that himself?

Ashley sighed. “I don’t know, Y/N. All he said was that he needs space. He also asked me — shit, I wish he wouldn’t have put me in this position. He needs you to give him some space for a while, while he figures some things out. He wouldn’t tell me anything else I was going to wait until later, but thought maybe it was best to do it now, before you drunk text him or something.”

You lifted the beer bottle to your lips and downed the majority of the contents in an effort to fight the tears stinging the back of your eyes. “Right, of course. It’s fine. I’m sure whenever he’s through whatever’s going on, he’ll fill me in. Let’s get back to the party, yeah?”

“Y/N …”

“Ashley,” you sighed, shaking your head, “I don’t wanna talk about it. I can’t talk about it.”

She gave you a quiet, ‘Okay’, before walking with you back to the party. There was no beer pong tonight, but Ashley had planned several other fun games. You kept a beer in your hand at all times, and thinking of John became a little drinking game of your own. Think of John, take a drink. Feel sad, take two drinks. Feel like texting or calling or crying, drink till the feeling goes away. 

As midnight and the New Year grew closer, you switched to water. You were upset enough to bring in the New Year without John, no sense in being sick, too. 

Why does it matter so much?

What an excellent question. You realized that you missed John, more this time than you had any other time one of you was in a relationship. Maybe because you were ready to settle down, and you were both single, so your mind and your heart had convinced you that things could happen for real. 

You chugged down your water when the truth of those realizations washed over you and made you feel like falling apart. You tossed the cup, and helped Ashley pass out sparklers and noisemakers, while Chris went behind the two of you with a lighter. With a few minutes to go, you snuck off to the library, preferring to bring in the New Year on your own if you couldn’t bring it in with John. 

The countdown was at thirty seconds; you stood at the window with your unlit sparkler. Even people on the street below had stopped to countdown with each other, eager to kiss their loved one when the clock struck the new hour. You swiped at a single tear that managed to escape when you blinked. 

Ten. 

You heard the library door open, but you didn’t turn around. You assumed it would be Ashley and Chris, coming to look for you, together so that they didn’t miss the celebration. 

Nine. 

A single pair of footsteps approached you, stopping close enough that you could feel the person’s presence behind you. With a sigh, you turned from the window. 

Eight. 

“John? Ashley said you weren’t coming. She said … I thought you didn’t want to see me or talk to me.”

Seven. 

“Yeah, I said that. But — I don’t wanna say I changed my mind. I’m here now, regardless.”

Six. 

You swallowed down your sarcastic reply. “You didn’t have to be.”

Five. 

He closed the gap between the two of you. “I wanted to be. We have a lot to talk about, me and you.”

Four. 

John’s arms encircled your waist, yours rested on top of his, your hands near his shoulders. “Would you like to discuss those things now?”

Three, two, one! 

John chuckled and shook his head. “Not at this exact second, no. Happy New Year, Y/N.”

“Happy New Year, John.” 

The two of you met in the middle for a sweet, lingering kiss that felt like coming home after being gone for far too long. 

After the kiss, the two of you agreed to go back to your place. You had moved recently, to a place closer to Chris and Ashley, within walking distant. John held your hand the entire way, but you could still feel the tension simmering between the two of you.

“I’ll take your coat,” you offered, hanging both his and yours on the rack near the front door. “Do you want something to drink?”

John shook his head and put his hands in his pockets. “What are we doing, Y/N?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean … I can’t have a relationship with anyone without wishing she was you. Without comparing her to you. The last one, she was perfect. We were compatible in every possible way, and the differences just balanced each other out.” He paused for a sardonic chuckle. “Ten years, Y/N. We’ve been doing this for ten years. We’re not together, but we’re definitely not ‘just friends.’”

“John …”

“No. No more excuses. The limelight, the age difference, ‘I’m out of your league’ — which, I don’t agree with, by the way. Ten years,” he repeated, “how much longer are we going to drag this out before we cut the bullshit and do this and be together, for real?”

You sniffled. So much for holding back the crying you’d been trying to avoid all night. “What ever happened to secret lovers, huh?”

He smiled kindly. “C’mon. If you’re gonna let me down, this is the time to do it.”

You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “You know, when Ashley told me you weren’t coming to the party … when she told me you didn’t want to talk to me for a while … I was heartbroken. More than I thought I would be. John, I think — I fell for you that first night we met, in the library. You’re right when you said that I think you’re out of my league. I still think you are, and I may always think that. I don’t want to let you down, John. I want to do this. For real.”

“For real?” He asked, as though he wasn’t expecting you to say that. 

You smiled. “For real.”

John let out a whoop! before picking you up from the ground and kissing you. You kissed him back, though you struggled not to smile through the kiss. He hugged you tightly, almost as though he was afraid if he let go, you’d change your mind. 

“What now?” you asked when he finally set you down. 

He pretended to think for a minute. “French toast and bacon?”

You laughed and nodded. “Yes. French toast and bacon is perfect.”

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delicate ; a love story

chapter two: january of 2005

authors note: thank you guys for the support on the last chapter! i have been wanting to write a office fic, specifically a jim x reader, and just got the perfect idea. it means so much to me that you guys are enjoying it :) just a reminder: flashbacks/flash forwards will be in bold and talking heads will be in bold with italics!

authors note pt. 2: this was basically a filler chapter, some interesting things will happen in the next chapter, i promise

WARNING: language

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March 16, 2005

Y/N did not expect to see Caleb storming into Micheal’s office two weeks later. She turned in her chair and her eyes widened at the camera, her lips forming a straight line. Many curses could be heard from Micheal’s office, and eventually Caleb stormed out. He glanced at Jim and then Y/N, which made her swallow harshly. Her bright smile was wiped from her face. Jim noticed this and walked over to reception, leaning on the ledge. “Tonight during game night, I’m going to whoop your ass Y/L/N.” He smirks, and leans in close to her ear. “I promise.” Jim whispered, soft shivers going up Y/N’s spine as she pulled away

“Ever since I moved in with Jim, every tuesday we have been playing some sort of board game with his other roommate. It’s a great bonding experience.” Y/N smiles innocently towards the camera.

Y/N smirked up towards Jim and shook her head. He smiled and walked back to his desk, being proud that he brought back the smile on her face.

“Was that some love bird banter?!” Micheal said as he exited his office. Clearly he had seen Jim whispering to Y/N. “No, Micheal.” Y/N reassures, and Jim nods in agreement. “Oh I’m sure they were talking about how exciting it is to live together.” Phylis spoke and Jim turned to look at her in his chair. “Oh really? So you two are doing the deed on the daily.” Micheal chuckles and Y/N shakes her head. “If..you two have a relationship you need to disclose it with HR.” Toby comments, and Micheal flares at him. “Just shut up, Toby. Shut up.”

“Micheal, I’m staying with Jim until I can find an apartment because, y’know, Caleb kicked me out.” Y/N says, disclosing the real truth to the whole office. “Well you did cheat on him.” Angela comments, giving a side eye to the reception desk. “Oh my God.” Y/N mutters, looking at the camera and shaking her head briefly.

“Everyone at the office thinks I’m dating Y/N.” Jim smiles and leans on his arm, sitting in the chair. “Which is not a bad reputation to have but for her, um.” He sits up straight, now having a straight face with no expression. “It’s..bad to date me, so.”

“Yes! I got another one!” Jim cheered and Dwight furrowed his eyebrows at him. “Impossible!” “Oh, but it is possible because I just did it.” He had been making calls all morning, and each one that he called invested. Y/N raised her hand and Jim did the same, and they shared an air high-five.

For a moment when Jim has gone up to get more coffee, Y/N quickly wrote ‘Proud of you, Halpert.’ with a small heart at the end on a sticky note. She placed it on his desk and snickered, noticing the splatter of blue ink on his desk. This was a frequent even that happened, Jim’s pen’s exploding. Mostly because of Dwight. Y/N made her way back to her desk when she saw Jim come out of the kitchen. “Damnit, Dwight!” He said, noticing the ink on his desk. He picked up the note and studied it, smiling and placing it on the bottom of his monitor “Thank you.” He mouthed towards reception, and Y/N nodded. They supported each other even if the accomplishment was small.

At 5p.m., Jim and Y/N left the office. The camera filmed the two of them as they walked to the car, Jim opening the door for Y/N. He did this every morning and every time they went home for work. Y/N let out a brief ‘thank you’ and she sat in the passenger seat. “Micheal was something else today.” Jim says and Y/N nods eargerly in agreement. “We would be a horrible couple.” Y/N comments sarcastically and looks over at Jim. “Oh really? We already live together, we’re very similar, and we go to work together.” Jim points out and Y/N taps the dashboard. “Exactly! It would get boring so fast.” She smirks, looking over at him. “Has it been boring?” He asks wholeheartedly. “Oh..no I was joking.” She replies fast, and he smiles. “Good to know.”

After having take out and Y/N beating Jim and his roommate at Monopoly, Y/N and Jim wondered into Jim’s room. They were already wearing their PJs; Y/N wearing flannel pants and a tank top, Jim wearing flannel pants and a t-shirt. “Sleepy time!” Y/N called and climbed into bed, laying on her stomach. “You are five years old. Come brush your teeth.” He says, and pulls on her legs, dragging her slowly off of the bed. “Jim!” She squealed, almost falling off of his bed. “Sorry!” He called and Y/N laughs, sitting on the ground. Jim helped Y/N get up, and they walked to the bathroom and brushed their teeth, washed their face, and Jim even helped Y/N brush her hair. She protested him to stop after a moment though, he tugged to hard.

“Goodnight.” Jim said, gripping the door handle as he was about to leave the room.

“Stay.” Y/N quickly said, sitting up in the bed and turning on the lamp beside her.

“What?” He asked, making eye contact to make sure there wasn’t a trace of mockery. There was none.

“You’ve been complaining about your back all this week! Come lay down in your bed.” She insisted, scooting over and patting the spot beside her.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked, closing the door and walking to the other side of the bed. “Yes! Now get in, I’m tired.” Y/N chuckled and Jim did what he was told, tucking under the blanket. Their shoulders were touching ever so slightly, the feeling knowing she was right beside him sending a blush to Jim’s cheeks. He had momentarily closed his eyes, Y/N turning her head to glance at him. She smiled thoughtfully, and then turned on her side away from him. Feeling her movement he looked over at her and beamed, sighing contently. She was so close, yet so out of reach.

“You know, this doesn’t really help the ‘we’d make a great couple’ thing.” Jim joked, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Shut it, Halpert.” Y/N retorts quickly.

March 25, 2005

“Moving day!” Y/N said excitedly. She was standing outside of Jim’s apartment, holding a brown box. Her hair was in a ponytail in case her hair got caught on something. Jim took note of this, too. “I’m really happy. It might be a one bedroom apartment, but it’s what I can afford and it’s small and I love it.” Y/N clarifies, smiling at the camera. “How am I doing with the whole Caleb situation?” Y/N repeats the question, making sure she heard the crew right. “Um.. I’m not going to say good, because it hasn’t been, but a really close friend has helped me so much with moving on, so.” As she said this, the camera zoomed in on Jim helping move boxes out of his apartment. “Is it Jim? Ahaha, uh..” Y/N trailed off and smiled. “I really have to go help them.” She smiled, and turned to walk to Jim’s car to set the box down.

“You ready, Y/L/N?” Jim asked and Y/N nods, smiling excitedly. “Very.” They shut the trunk, and Y/N got in her car and Jim got his, driving in the direction of her apartment. Once they got there, they took two boxes up and set them on the counter before Y/N gave him the grand tour which consisted of (in order): living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. “So this is where you’ll be keeping all the hot people?” Jim asked sarcastically and Y/N playfully hits his arm. “My sex life is fine, thank you very much.” She assures, and walks out of the room. “Really? Because I don’t think you’ve slept with anyone in the last month.” He said and smirks, leaning up against the wall. “The whole office thinks we’re sleeping together, so I mean what’s the difference.” Y/N shrugs and Jim laughs, eyeing the camera.

The two moved the rest of the boxes into Y/N’s one bedroom apartment, and Jim started to help her unpack things for her bedroom. He opened one box and glanced up at the camera, then back down to the first thing that laid on top of the other items of clothing. A dress laid neatly folded on top of the other articles of clothing. It was a dusty blue color, a v-neck cut, and it ended just at Y/N’s knees. Jim thought she looked gorgeous in it. “This is the dress you wore to the company party.” Jim points out, holding up the dress and showing it to Y/N. She nods in response. “Yup!” She called, pushing a dresser into the corner, adjusting it. When Y/N moved out of Caleb’s apartment, she put all the furniture she had bought in a storage container. “You looked really pretty.” Jim comments and Y/N smiles over in his direction and walked over, taking the dress from him, standing on her tippy toes and placing a gentle kiss on his cheeks. “You were pretty too.” She retorts, and Jim laughs, scratching the back of his neck.

January 3, 2005

Micheal had made an announcement (through an e-mail) that on January 3, 2005, there would a company party. It was combined with a holiday party, one of Micheal’s more brilliant ideas. Both the Stamford and Scranton branch would be there, including corporate. This was the only party that Jan approved. Corporate had agreed that the party would be located in the main floor of a hotel in New York. At the time, the documentary had not started filming so there was no real proof this was an actual even that happened, besides a company photo.

“Wow.” Jim commented, seeing Y/N approach him. Caleb had gone to get a water for the two of them. “What?” Y/N asks, furrowing her eyebrows. “You’re beautiful.” He said confidently, looking the woman up and down. That made Y/N feel some typa way, alright. Y/N blushed and tapped her toe on the hard floor. “Thank you, it means a lot.” She nods and Caleb comes up to the two, having a hand firmly grasped on her waist. “Ah, Jim! How are you?” He asked and Jim cleared his throat, digging his hands into his pockets. “Oh, good.” He nods and glances around, becoming nervous. Y/N could tell and she bit her bottom lip, turning to to Caleb. “Thank you for the water, by the way.”

March 25, 2005

“Why don’t you wear this dress more often?” Jim asks, glancing at it. “Don’t have anywhere to wear it to.” Y/N shrugs while putting more clothes in her dresser. “Sure you do! All the parties Micheal throws for no reason, meetings, dinner with me on a friday night.” Jim says, winking in her direction. Y/N threw a shirt at his face. “Nice try, Halpert. I’m not going to dinner with you.” She smiles and grabs another box. He snapped his fingers and clicked his tongue. “Damnit, really thought you would be tricked into falling in love with me.” He jokes and Y/N rolls her eyes before she stood up. Most of the boxes were unpacked, but the rest could wait until tomorrow.

“Thank you, for everything.” Y/N murmured as she wrapped her arms around his back, Jim completing the hug. “No problem.” They stood there for a moment, taking in eachothers presence before Y/N broke the hug. “I’ll see you at work.” She waves to him as he exited. Her apartment was completely quiet now, she had to adjust to the calmness.

The camera captured Jim walking out of her apartment, and he stopped by the crew.

“Miss her already.” He beamed adoringly, and got into his car to drive home.

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