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MASTERLIST

(f) - fluff , (a) - angst

bands

enhypen:

(f) seek your warmth - lee heeseung

(f) caught - park jongseong

(f,a) broken - sim jaeyun

(a) watching - yang jungwon

(f) heart-eyes - nishimura riki | consequences - part two

tv shows/films

the office:

(f) after five - jim halpert

gilmore girls:

(f) again - tristan dugray

games

detroit: become human

(f) nightmares - connor

star wars, jedi

(f) saviour - cal kestis

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consequences - nishimura riki

part one -> heart-eyes

idol!nishimura riki x idol!reader

where you both face the consequences of ni-ki's actions.

word count - 1.3k

warnings: maybe angst, and fluff of course

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jungwon's eyebrows are raised expectantly at the pair of you, arms crossed and foot tapping.

you and ni-ki are both sat at the end of the hotel's bed, guiltily staring up at your leader.

"you gonna explain yourselves or..." he trails the question off.

the boy beside you answers before you can, "explain what?" and of course he's going to play oblivious. "we went live yesterday- oh, is it 'cus we made fun of you?"

jungwon rolls his eyes, "no. it's because you were flirting right in front of thousands of people."

"i think it was more than a thousand." you chime in, purposely teasing him. riki throws you a smile of support.

the older one blinks at you, choosing to ignore your sarcasm. "the manager wants you both to keep some distance and wait until the rumours die down."

"what?"

"seriously?"

you both speak in unison. usually, no one bats an eye when you two are paired together for something, but now it's a problem? just because he was being a bit affectionate?

well... 'a bit' may be an understatement.

"yes," jungwon nods, "seriously."

a shake of your head, "what does 'keep some distance' even mean?" you challenge.

he shrugs, "in interviews, you'll be sat furthest away, in the 'en-o clocks, you won't be put together anymore..." he continues to list many other examples, further reminding you of how much you and ni-ki actually interact with each other.

once he's finished scolding you both, he leaves.

ni-ki slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him, "like some rules are gonna stop us." he mumbles.

you glare up at him through your lashes, "you're gonna get us into trouble again." you playfully elbow his side, to which he responds by just holding you tighter.

"me?" he exclaims, "i did nothing wrong!" his voice raises a pitch at the end of the sentence.

"yes you did!" you laugh, pushing against his chest to fully face him, "weren't you literally holding my hand?"

he purses his lips, shaking his head dramatically, "noope."

"riki."

he folds, "okay. i was. but... you were letting me- so it's just as much your fault as it is mine."

"uh-huh." you taunt, eyes narrowing at him.

throwing his head back, he reluctantly agrees with you, "it was completely my fault." then he looks back at you, your bright, shiny eyes. your tempting lips. he kisses you once, "happy?" he mumbles.

you nod, humming in agreement before breaking the mood and rising to your feet, "we have rehearsals in ten minutes, which means no following me like a leech."

"a leech?" he chuckles, standing up to follow you out the door, his hand already reaching out for yours.

you pull yours away, "nuh-uh. i'm not making jungwon angry."

he sighs, "no one's even here. c'mon."

a grin enters his face when you give in, feeling the metal of his rings brush against your fingers.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

nothing had been going well in jungwon's books.

one moment, you would both be on opposite sides of the room, and then the next you'd be side-by-side, laughing at something together.

he didn't care when it was just the members around, but lately there'd been the filming crew, catching every little interaction between the two of you.

he'd grown tired of splitting you apart constantly.

during interviews, you would be placed at the back, ni-ki sat at the front with the taller members - you were aware it was done on purpose, keeping you the furthest away you could possibly be. alas, that didn't stop the boy.

every so often he would crane his head back, smiling at you, or even winking just to make the heat rise to your cheeks. he would make it his mission to mention you each time he was asked a question:

'y/n and i usually do this...'

'y/n's the best at that...'

'y/n and i went here recently...'

jungwon didn't approve. ni-ki was single-handedly making his job ten-times harder.

the weekly 'en-o clock' videos were even more of a disaster for him, not so much you.

you and ni-ki were put on opposite sides of the large room. his eyes wouldn't leave your form. he watched you do everything. every interaction with another member.

it was one where you each had to make your own baked goods. thankfully, you were right beside jay, who easily helped you when you'd ask how long to back something for.

you'd gone for making ciabatta, an italian bread.

ni-ki, on the other hand, had decided to make tanghulu - and you were his taste-tester.

jay spots him walking over first, stepping away from you to go back to his station.

you don't have time to question his disappearance before the fruit treat is being held to your mouth.

"try it." he directs.

so you do as he says, biting the strawberry off the skewer. he holds it to your lips, his other hand flat under your chin incase anything drops off.

"i don't think it's hardened fully." you comment, struggling to chew the fruit and the melted sugar that was still warm.

"oh." his shoulders drop, "you don't like it?"

"no, no- i do. it's nice- just leave it for a few more minutes longer." you hand absentmindedly rubs his arm in reassurance, something you don't notice you're doing before jungwon walks over and pulls ni-ki back to his station.

he returns back to you in no time and decides to help you, despite his lack of experience with bread.

he's stood behind you, chest against your back and arms wrapping around you. both your hands are covered with flour and dough, kneading the same piece together as giggles leave your mouth.

"you're gonna over-knead it."

the boy shakes his head, "that's not a thing with bread."

"it is with this one." you argue back with a smile while pushing his hands away.

he relishes the feeling of your hands around his, that's until, once again, the leader is calling him over.

riki leaves with roll of his eyes.

another example would be when you filmed a video of paintballing.

you were with heeseung, and ni-ki was with jungwon.

it was as though there was an invisible leash on him.

every time the taller boy went to wander off towards you, jungwon would pull him back. muttering a quiet warning to him.

so... you decided to take things into your own hands.

heeseung had been out at the start of the match, shot by sunoo, whihc meant you were on your own.

you followed your leader, waiting to hit him with the small bullet of paint. you did it just as he turned around, right in the go-pro attached to his chest.

he shakes his head in awe, then walks over to give you a quick high-five before sauntering off to sit with the other eliminated members.

there was no attempt from him to split you and ni-ki apart - he'd deemed it inevitable at this point.

the latter boy ruffles your hair as you both duck behind a barrel to hide from sunghoon.

at the end of the game, he'd committed the ultimate betrayal and shot you whilst your back was turned to win the match.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

weeks had passed and the rumours had only spiked.

jungwon had completely given up.

you and ni-ki hadn't changed a thing, in-fact, you'd argue he got braver with the affection.

always an arm around you, or a hand on your lower back when you were walking between places.

even your manage relinquished and allowed you both to just release the statement: you were in a relationship.

no one was shocked.

he loved it, loved being able to kiss you whenever, embrace you whenever, hold you, too.

you were the same, always grabbing his hands, lingering on his arm at events.

even matching outfits.

and the fans adored it.

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heart-eyes - nishimura riki

part two -> consequences

idol!nishimura riki x idol!reader

where a simple livestream together causes fans to start rumours.

word count - 521

warnings: just fluff

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you're both sharing a hotel room, something that was usual when you were on tour - and as the youngest two, you'd often get paired together.

ni-ki's sat on the bed, phone propped up on a mountain of pillows.

he keeps adjusting it, trying to get the both of you in frame but ultimately failing.

"sit closer." he mutters under his breath, not even giving you a second to move before he's pulling you closer himself.

it's not until you're tucked right into him, that he says, "that's better." a smile accompanying it.

his head turns back to the stream, and the flooding comments. there's about a two-second delay before people begin to mention the small interaction.

he reads them. smiles to himself.

then he glances over to you, watches how you keep searching for a decent comment to read. one that isn't about how he's looking at you, or how pulled you close, or how gently he talks to you.

just to name a few things.

his heart beats faster when you lean over his lap to scroll through the fast-moving words.

"oo!" you exclaim, finally finding something that's not about ni-ki. "tomorrow we're having a group meal after the concert."

the boy moves closer to the screen, too. face beside yours. eyes staring only at you.

ten minutes pass and he's said nothing but compliments to you.

'your dancing was really smooth today.'

'your hair looked nice yesterday.'

'your singing was extra good.'

it was nonsense things. anything to get you to look at him, to laugh softly.

whenever he would stare at you for too long, you would playfully push his face away with your hand, only causing him to gaze at you through the reflection of the phone.

then he started messing with the rings on your fingers.

spinning them whilst slowly wrapping his hand around yours.

you don't pull away, don't even question it, you just let him be.

again, the viewers notice it, typing quickly to point it out. ni-ki found humour in it and decided to do keep doing more obvious things.

a warm hand splayed out on your knee, thumb rubbing circles. everyone could see the affection - right at the bottom of the screen.

after time, he wraps his arm across your shoulder, fingers tangling with your hair.

he relishes in watching you fluster over the easiest things, stammering over a small sentence, losing track of your thoughts.

after another thirty minutes of endless teasing from him, you both end the livestream, leaving behind many questions in your wake.

you gently pat him on his chest, "you're gonna get us in trouble for that!"

he laughs, catching your hand in his as he pulls you both backwards into the bed, "trouble for what? showing my love for you?" he squishes you face between his hands.

"mhm." you nod in his grip.

he can only grin, eyes sparkling as he looks at you before showering you with kisses. "don't worry about- i'll deal with it in the morning."

however, when morning came, it was with a furious jungwon and dating rumours all over social media.

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saviour - cal kestis

cal kestis x reader

where you return from a mission soaked in water.

word count - 938

warnings: small spoilers for fallen order, fluff, suggestive comment at the end

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kashyyyk.

you'd been on this planet before, ages ago to find information about master cordova.

you and cal managed to wipe out an imperial base together during that trip... only for them to come back and relocate.

two different places this time.

you walk beside cal as he talks through the the plan.

“i’ll take the bigger base, y’know, since i’ve got a lightsaber and all.” he teases, despite the protectiveness in the decision.

you stare at the droid on his back, “can i bring bd with me then? please?”

he beeps happily. he always did enjoy going on journeys with you — maybe because you don’t jump around as much as cal…

with a huff, the jedi relinquishes, “okay- but only because i don’t like leaving you on your own.”

you come to a fork in the dirt-ridden path.

he checks bd’s holomap quickly, “you go left, it’s a straight walk that way, few jumps but you got that,” he compliments, smiling at you. “we can just meet back at the mantis — sound good?”

you nod, sticking your arm out for the little droid to run across and sit himself on your shoulder.

cal pulls you into a hug, “come back in one piece, please.” one of his hands rub your back, the other stroking your head.

“i always do, cal.”

with one last squeeze and a kiss on the head, he lets you go, watching as you part ways.

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everything went fine.

you got into the base easy — a small vent that was broken. all you had to do was unscrew one bolt, pull the metal away, and you were in.

getting rid of them was easy too. unlike cal, you always did everything quietly, you didn’t have the hum of a lightsaber to snitch on your location.

it was getting back out where you found trouble.

bd beeped behind you, a curious one.

“there’s a shortcut?” you respond to him, sauntering out the back of the base.

legs latch off your shoulders, dropping and sprinting into a leafy area that borders a very vast drop into an ocean.

“bd!” you scold, running after him.

you look down at the last minute, only to see the floor growing further away and your vision tipping upside down.

there’s a trap on the floor. of course there is.

the droid jumps, all sorts of beeps and apologies spewing from the little noisemaker.

“stay there bud.” you warn, swaying may feet in the air above blue water.

you crane your head up, your foot is tangled in a net or some sort of long rope that had dragged you away from solid floor.

you’re dangling off a tree branch.

your heart is beating out of your chest.

this is scarier than facing darth vader.

maybe an exaggeration…

should you climb up?

no… you’re tired enough, climbing a rooe and then a tree doesn’t sound appealing.

swing yourself back over?

mm-mm. you can’t even fully comprehend where you are looking.

cut the rope?

well, a drop into water isn’t so bad. you’d just have to take a longer trip back home.

“bd,” you call out, your back to him.

he whistles.

“you can get wet, right? like, you won’t electrocute me? or stop working?”

some nervous beeps leave him as he confirms that he can get submerged in water.

“okay… can you come cut this rope, please?”

he waits. mulling things over himself.

then you hear the snap of the rope.

the water shocks you to the core — in a refreshing way somehow — before it grows uncomfortable.

bd comes to the surface, once again finding your shoulder as you swim to the nearest walkable surface.

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you spot the mantis, the warm sun reflecting off it’s metallic paint, blinding you momentarily.

cal sits right at the door, eyes widening when he sees you. he stands, watching as you walk closer.

then he clocks your dripping clothes. hair frizzed as it dries.

“what happened?” his hands hold onto your arms, eyes checking you over.

bd nuzzles into you, muttering quietly. he doesn’t want to be blamed for putting you in danger. poor droid.

no one could get angry at him.

“we went the wrong way and i walked into a trap.”

cal nods, now walking you into the mantis, towards your shared room. “doesn’t explain why you’re soaking.”

“i got suspended over water… bd cut me down.”

he snorts, holding his laugh in. there he was, worried that you’d been ambushed or worse… and you were actually just taking a swim.

you pat his chest, “it’s not funny!” you explain, despite the wide smile on your face.

he shakes his head playfully, “noope. not funny at all.” then he looks to the droid, “buddy, you gotta show me the replay of that later.”

you forgot bd could do that.

“don’t. please.” you beg.

he jumps off your shoulder, head flicking between the two of you.

“do it.” cal urges.

“do not.”

he freezes and lets out a high-pitched whistle before running away.

cal turns to you, hands framing your face. “jokes aside, i’m glad you’re safe.” he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“same here.”

he kisses you again. “should we… uh, go shower?”

“we should.” you emphasise.

he grins before pulling you away and locking the bathroom door.

you spent the rest of the day convincing bd not to show anyone the footage of you dangling from a tree.

it came at the cost of taking him on a long trip where he was allowed to scan anything he wanted to.

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watching - yang jungwon

stalker!yang jungwon x reader

where you both hold a secret obsession for each other.

word count - 1.5k

warnings: stalking, maybe slight 'psycho' behaviour, angsty in a way, suggestive near the end

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you were oblivious.

that's what he noticed first about you.

the way you were only focused on yourself, your path. only cared about what you were doing. when you would go out for walks in the morning, he'd watch how your gaze never wavered from ahead of you.

even if there was a dog barking from a bench to your left, or a baby crying to your right - you would stay in your own world. eyes distant. ears practically turned off.

you were easy.

easy to follow.

easy to watch.

and, god, did he love to watch you.

he loved the way you'd glide around your kitchen, every movement of yours practiced and precise. you've lived there for a year now, still completely unaware of his existence.

he loved seeing you disappear between each window, just to reappear in another. he knew your routine, how you'd slip out of the kitchen, seconds later entering your bedroom to start winding down for the night.

he loved watching the concentration on your face whenever you make a hot drink: how your eyebrows would furrow as your pour just enough milk.

obssessed.

that's how an onlooker would explain it.

stalker.

creep.

persistent.

psycho.

jungwon didn't like those words. previous… subjects… had called him those before. they never phased him. at least, they don't phase him now.

not when he realises that his true love has been right here all along.

why was he following other women when you were a few doors away?

how had you been here for a year without speaking to him?

he's eager to hear your voice. hear you say his name. to hear you greet him. wake him up in the morning with whatever drink you love. to say you'd vow to love him forever…

maybe he was thinking too far ahead.

all his thoughts dissipate when you open the door - face as beautiful as ever.

"hello," you speak, voice soft and smooth like honey. it warms him. melts his insides into a puddle. "can i help you?"

his mouth moves but no words come out, just short stutters before he manages to collect himself. "i… i just moved into a house. it's, uh, four doors down." a lie. he's lived here for five years. he's also in the house right next to you. "i just thought i'd make my rounds. meet every neighbour, you know?"

he flashes you a grin. one that brings a certain warmth to your cheeks.

"yeah, i've been here a year, so i get you." you open the door wider, more of yourself on view for him.

his eyes rake over you, taking in each component of your outfit. he knew what you were wearing anyway. watched you pick it out this morning.

"i'm jungwon." he extends a hand.

you place yours in his, "y/n."

he smirks charmingly, "very pretty name." and he kisses the back of your palm, relishing in how you can't keep eye contact with him.

of course, he already knew your name. he may have snooped through your packages to find it out.

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a week passed. he'd seen you each day. you hadn't seen him.

three knocks echo through his house. reverberating off the coldly decorated walls.

he sits up off his sofa, candles dimming from the movement. his face contorts. stoic.

no one ever knocks on his door.

no one ever willingly speaks to him.

slowly, he opens it, eyes brightening when he sees the mystery guest.

it's you.

stood at his door.

flowers in hand,

with a smile that he thinks is only reserved for him.

"i got these for you." your hand is outstretched.

"why?" he comments, unsteady.

"a housewarming gift." you shake the bouquet, urging him to take it.

fingers brush. sparks.

"come in." he smiles softly, holding the door open for you as his eyes lock onto your form.

you're in his house. kicking your shoes off. hanging your jacket up.

it's a foreign feeling: to have someone in his home. especially someone he didn't invite.

but its you… he'll let it slide.

you walk through his house, instantly relaxing on his sofa. waiting for him.

he's shuffling through everything, seeking out a vase. when he finds it, he places it right on his windowsill, somewhere where everyone can see the token of your love.

"would you like a drink?" he asks, smoothing his trousers out nervously.

why was he nervous? he'd done this to women before - gained their trust and love, just to scare them away. but why were you so different?

you nod, "yes please, if it's not a bother."

"not at all." and he leaves, storing himself away in the kitchen.

minutes later he comes back out, cradling a steaming cup as he places it on a coaster in front of you, "just how you like it." he slips up.

your head tilts, "how do you know what i like?" a quiet, tense chuckle leaves you.

he sits down beside you, only mere centimetres separating your bodies. "i meant to say its how i like it."

easy. you were easily convincible.

he takes note.

"do you mind if i use the bathroom quickly?" four sips and you already needed to go.

he shakes his head, "it's okay, go ahead."

you stand up, instantly walking to the bathroom.

had he told you where it was…?

no.

come to think of it, how did you know this was his house?

he'd told you four doors down. this is only one.

his nerves alight. senses overstimulated as he attempts to contain how on-edge he is.

eyes lock onto you as you saunter back into the living room, smelling your hands. "that handwash is really nice. what is it?"

"marshmallow." he answers, distant, all warmth from him gone.

"really?" you smile, "i have a similar one. doesn't smell this good, though."

the question's brimming on his tongue. every time your joyed expression drops, he thinks it's your mask slipping. just like how his does.

your gaze meets his and he breaks.

"how'd you find my house? why do you know where my bathroom is? you've never been inside here before." it's an accusatory tone. one that says: you broke into my home. you snooped. you're the creep.

mouth hangs open. "your house has the same layout as mine… i just assumed." you stand up, now towering over him in front of his seated form, "and i went to the house you told me, the woman there said that you lived here."

he looks up at you, eyes round and shiny.

"you're lying." his voice is hoarse, adam's apple bobbing as he talks.

he's stood up now. bodies impossibly close. chest's just about touching as you breathe.

"how would you know if i was lying?" your voice only comes out as a whisper.

he smirks, "i watched you lie to that neighbour last week- your eyebrow twitches." he brings his hand up, softly caressing your left eyebrow, slowly dropping down to brush the side of your face. his palm holds onto your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip. "have you been watching me?"

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you'd seen him. the day you moved in.

he was everywhere. in front of your house. in his car, watching. in his garden, observing. in the stores. at your work. in your peripherals.

maybe he thought he was good at hiding…

you were always aware of where he was. what he was doing.

he was too distracted. too distracted by you. he never realized that you were doing exactly what he was.

creating a mental folder of everything about him. everywhere he went. the times that he would leave the house. go on his morning jog. turn all his lights off. go to sleep. wake up.

you'd take notice of the different smiles he'd flash people.

how he'd wave at little children. glare at the ones acting up.

he was cute.

adorable.

beautiful.

everything you've been waiting for.

you were counting down the days until he would talk to you. just watching him in the night. the only time when he wouldn't be stalking you.

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"yes."

the tension is palpable.

he's shocked. impressed, even. god, he must have been stupid to not notice you. the real you. the you that's just like him.

your eyes flicker to his lips, they're parted.

and that's all it takes for his control to snap like a brittle twig.

his lips crash onto yours in a breath, desperate and cold against your warm mouth. one hand fists into your hair, the other holding onto your waist for dear life.

"i knew you were different." he speaks against you, continuing to fervently kiss you.

you laugh through it. "you've only known me a week."

"five." he corrects.

"i've known you a year."

he groans, even more captivated by you, "so you were crazy from the beginning…"

"mhm."

he swallows your hum, hands gripping your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. "i need to go make up for that year, then."

you nod, capturing his lips once more.

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broken - sim jaeyun

sim jaeyun x reader

where priorities get mixed up.

word count - 1.3k

warnings: angstt, comfort at the end (i can't write anything without a happy ending)

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it started out fine.

perfect, even.

you and jake were both sat on the sofa, wrapped close in a blanket, clicking through the many photos he'd taken previously on his camera.

the flash drive blinks as he plugs it into the computer resting on his thighs, hand returning back to yours once it connects.

"this is from when jay and i went fishing," he points at the screen, recalling stories and laughing all the meanwhile.

there were photos of everything. people, animals, clouds, plants - you name it...

your mind wanders, "do you take any of me?" you look up at him, chin on his shoulder.

his smile widens impossibly more, "baby, you've got a whole usb stick."

your face heats up at the pet name, and the idea of jake taking that many photos of you...

suddenly, he sits up, gently placing the laptop onto the table in front and picking his camera up, "take some pictures, i'm sure you've got a good eye."

his hand warmly brushes yours as he places it into your palms, then stands up, "where are you going?" you call out, watching him closely.

"to go find the stick." he puts simply before disappearing into your shared bedroom.

you rise to your feet, scanning the room for anything that would look good - anything that would impress him- and find yourself sauntering into the kitchen.

it was quite cluttered; you'd recently moved in with jake hence the boxes laying everywhere, things on the floor where they shouldn't be.

especially the half-built shelf that you stub your toe on, perfectly catching the corner of the wood.

without thinking, you drop the camera from your hands - not on purpose, just out of pain as you clutch the now-swelling foot.

curses quietly fall from your mouth, and then you look to the camera... it's shattered, split into big and small parts.

you fall to the floor, the lens had broken off from the actual camera, along with other bits of the frame and glass littering the scene.

then jake walks in.

he looks worried at first, he'd only heard a crash and now sees you crouched on the laminate wood.

"are you okay?" his hand is on your back... and then it's on the camera.

his entire demeanor changes wordlessly. he walks in front of you now, looking down at you.

"i'm so sorry, jake, i didn't-"

he cuts you off, "i left you for a minute. all you had to do was point and press a fucking button- how hard can that be?"

to say you were taken-aback by his tone would be an understatement. "i didn't mean to, i was just trying to-"

once again, he interrupts, his rage clearly taking over his ability to think before he speaks. "you know how much i love this camera! i trusted you with it and within seconds you break it? unbelievable."

he stomps to the kitchen island, slamming the camera down - breaking it even further - and drops his head into his hands, huffing.

you stand up. maybe he needs comfort, not excuses?

softly, you place a hand on his shoulder, only to be swatted away with a harsh hand.

"don't fucking touch me right now." he seethes through his teeth.

"jake..." your voice wavers slightly - you'd never seen him like this. aggressive. borderline scary.

"leave."

great. now you're not even getting sentences from him. "what?"

"leave. go." he reiterates. louder. sharper - as though this was his final straw.

you stumble away, a slight limp to your walk as you - painfully - put your shoes on and grab a jacket hung up on the door before leaving.

you don't slam the door.

don't make a last-minute remark.

don't stomp.

don't mutter under your breath.

you don't make a sound.

it didn't take you long to find somewhere to rest. a park with a few benches.

no one was out, not at eleven o'clock - not when it's cold and windy.

the jacket wasn't doing much, so you pull your knees up and rest your chin on them. you look out past the park, gazing at the river beyond it.

you're there for a while, going over everything in your head - trying to find a way where it's not your fault.

then it began to rain, slowly, one patient drop at a time before it began to pour. by that point you couldn't tell what was a raindrop or a tear dripping down your cheek.

you duck your head into your legs and wrap your arms around them, hiding away from the harsh world.

this is it for you and jake- one argument was all it took.

he didn't even let you explain.

not that it would have helped. the camera would still be broken.

footsteps thud in the wet grass behind you - that could only be one person.

quickly, they come to a halt in front of you. your eyes spot the shoes, jake's.

his cold hands grab onto yours and pull you up to your feet, instantly crushing you into his body.

you push at his chest, trying to get some space - one moment he's shouting at you and know he's hugging you? it doesn't make sense.

he holds you tighter, not even budging. "y/n, c'mon, stop."

you give up. not pushing, but not reciprocating.

his hand cradles the back of your head, guiding it to his shoulder as he rubs your back. "i overreacted. i'm sorry, baby, for everything i said. everything i did."

he feels every jerk of your shoulders when you cry just that bit harder and his heart breaks each time.

he'd put a camera before you.

he repeats it over in his head, realising how pathetic he'd acted.

he'd put his love for a camera above his love for you.

the thought hadn't left your mind since you left the apartment.

"do you still love me?" your voice was broken, tone close to a plea rather than a question.

he pulls back just enough to see your face, enough for you to see him. to see how his eyes are glossy. to see his lip quiver before he responds, "don't ask that again- you're my everything. i love you so much."

without another word he's squeezing the life out of you again.

"i was being stupid," he continues, now feeling the need to prove himself to you, "i didn't even check if you were hurt..." he holds your face now, thumbs stroking the tears and rain away as he stares into your eyes. "i won't do it again. i won't swear at you, won't reject your comfort, won't send you out ever again. i promise you. please... please forgive me?"

you pull yourself together, willing not to break down when you answer, "i forgive you."

he just about lets you breathe before crashing his lips against yours.

he kisses you desperately. warmly. as though two hours was too long apart.

then he rests his forehead against yours, water still trickling between you both, "let's go back home. i'll look after you- i'll carry you, even."

that makes you smile softly at him, "you don't have to do that, jake."

"i do. let me." he turns and lowers himself, allowing you to get onto his back. his hands securely grab onto your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your chin on his shoulder.

"i'm sorry for breaking your camera." you mumble close to his ear.

he shakes his head, "don't apologise. i know you didn't do it on purpose. things like that happen- it's okay, i don't blame you." he pauses and thinks, "in fact, it's my fault. i left that shelf there. it could've been me tripping over it."

with countless more apologies from him, you both finally made it home - he didn't let you lift a finger.

he did everything for you.

just to prove how sorry he was.

[writerraider]

again - tristan dugray

tristan dugray x reader

when your boyfriend comes to you with bruises for the second time in a week.

word count - 700

warnings: mentions of fighting, nothing else really

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you're sat at your desk, hand scribbling away as you try to finish homework that's due for tomorrow.

it wasn't that hard - there was just lots of it.

you were speeding through it, until you started hearing things.

knocks.

your pencil falls out of your grip as you stand up, waiting for the noise again.

it comes from your window... strange.

pulling the curtains across, you're met with a sheepish tristan. you don't waste another second before opening the window and helping him in.

but that's when you see the blooming purple littering his face and the dried blood on his lip.

"another fight?" you watch him limp to your bed, practically collapsing onto it.

"you should see the other guy." he says with a yawn.

a roll of your eyes, "you said that last time."

he sits up, ignores your comment and leans forward slightly to grab your hands and pull you between his legs. his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you - despite the bruises forming - and his thumbs rub circles around your hips.

"will you look after me?" he asks with such sweetness that you can't even think of saying 'no'.

your hands gently frame his face as you lean down and place a kiss on his lips. he only winces slightly. "i'll go get the first-aid kit, you wait here." you comment before moving away, his hands attempting to keep you close but ultimately failing.

when you get back you find him still on your bed, but now resting against the headboard, propped up by pillows as he taps his lap.

"really?" you question with a playful smile.

he nods, "yeah, really. i'm all bruised and hurting and the only thing that will help me feel better is my girlfriend's presence."

that boy truly did know your weak points. your empathy being one he often plays with.

you've got only one knee on the bed before he decides to just pull you onto him instead, laughing all the way.

"tristan!" you scold with a smile, "you trying to injure me too?"

instantly, he shakes his head, "nope, never." and finally settles you onto him, your knees bracketing his hips as you open the first-aid kit.

"this might sting a bit." a prior warning as you rip open an antiseptic wipe.

it takes all your effort to cause the least pain possible, but you wind up finding more, tiny cuts. his fingers tighten on your waist each time you go over a wound, only relaxing when you smoothen a small, cartoon-covered plaster over them.

"can you kiss them better... please?" once again, he's giving you puppy eyes.

"sure." you sound reluctant, but you really weren't.

you lean up to his eyebrow, a tiny plaster there now, and 'kiss the pain away'.

then his cheek,

and then his bottom lip - unfortunately without a plaster.

now you face him, admiring his beauty even with a black eye and cheek.

"how did you even get so many cuts?" you tease, although your curiosity had been piqued...

"the guy may have been wearing rings." he states, recalling the fight again.

the conversation settles for a moment as you get comfortable on his chest, lying down now that you're finished with the wounds. his hands quickly wrap around you, keeping you flush against him.

"who'd you fight?"

he clicks his tongue, "some guy from the basketball team. he took my seat next to you in english and..." he trails off, hoping you wouldn't notice.

"and what?"

"and i followed him after school to tell him how i felt about that."

sarcasm.

you sigh, "maybe next time actually use your words. won't give you so much pain."

he kisses the top of your head, "but then i won't have an excuse to sneak into your room and stay over..."

playfully, you pat his chest, "you do that anyway, with no excuse apart from distracting me from homework."

"mmm," he groans, now pulling the blanket over you both, "we can do homework in the morning, let's sleep so i don't feel this excruciating pain anymore."

always exaggerating.

you now know to keep an eye on him after school so he doesn't get into more fights.

not that you don't mind the closeness it brings afterwards...

[writerraider]

seek your warmth - lee heeseung

lee heeseung x reader

where you constantly fall asleep on your boyfriend.

word count - 900

warnings: nothing really, lots of fluff and lots of sleep

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it was a ritual you’d subconsciously fallen into.

the first time it happened, you were watching a movie, head resting on his lap as your legs sprawled across the rest of the sofa.

his hand kept playing with your hair — slow and gentle — and it was lulling you into sleep.

“do you think she’s going to escape?” he’d asked, referring to the film.

“mm.” you could only hum, eyes heavy and body exhausted.

he waited a moment before looking down at you, “baby?” confusion laced his voice.

you didn’t hear anything else he’d said, deep in dreamland, softly snoring away.

since then, heeseung had become your designated ‘bed’. whenever you hung out — whenever you did anything, really — you’d wind up sleeping on him.

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you’re at some party with heeseung and his friends, just stood in a corner, chatting.

his arm is wrapped warmly around you, keeping you tucked into his side as his hand runs softly up and down your arm.

he noticed the way you began to slouch, your own hands circling his waist. he didn’t think anything of it yet, deciding that maybe you’d been stood up for too long and were just using him as a resting post.

but then his friends kept glancing at you, small, humoured smiles gracing their faces.

“what’s up?” he asks them with a grin of his own.

jake chuckles before answering, “your girl’s just fallen asleep whilst stood up.”

heeseung’s eyebrows shoot up, really? he thinks.

cautiously, he cranes his neck down to catch your sleeping face, then he smiles to himself and pulls you into his chest.

one of his hands cradle your head, the other rubbing your back before he continues conversing with the group.

he didn’t plan on being there much longer, not if you were tired.

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heeseung had brought you over to their dorm on one of the days, kept you both in his room, talking about anything and everything.

for the most part, you were sat on his desk chair, spinning mindlessly as he watched from his bed, back resting on the headboard.

he didn’t like the distance, but… it was either this, or him just talking to himself whilst you sleep.

deciding to take the risk, he calls you closer. you looked very awake, not tired. “baby,” he whines.

you stop spinning to face him, “yeah?”

he pats the other side of his bed, “come here, i feel like i’m shouting when i talk to you.”

a small laugh escapes you as you stand up and saunter onto his bed, well, mostly onto him. “i wasn’t that far away, hee.”

“you were.” he pouts dramatically, lips pursed almost invitingly.

you lean up slowly and kiss the pout away, he chases your mouth as you pull back and collapse back into him. “i’m here now.”

your voice changes, a new rasp to it. one that only came out when you were sleepy. heeseung notices immediately.

“you’re not gonna sleep, right?”

subconsciously, you shuffle closer into him, cheek flat against his chest, “…no”

even you thought you weren’t tired. but as soon as your body was next to his, you were gone.

maybe it was his warmth. or how soft he felt. or how calm he always was around you.

heeseung sighs deeply. as much as it warmed his heart to have his special person fall asleep on him continuously, he did miss talking to you each time it would happen.

a loud growl rumbled. his stomach.

carefully, he unlatched himself from you and tiptoed out of the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen.

“yo,” jay called out, washing dishes beside the fridge, where heeseung was currently raiding. “i made some ramen.”

hee’s eyes leave the fridge, scanning the counters to find it. once he does, he decides to sit with his friends, not wanting to disturb your such peaceful sleep.

sunoo's the first of them to speak up, "where's y/n?"

it was a known fact between them all that wherever heeseung went, you'd go too - and vice a versa. so it was quite unusual to see one just sat down eating, without the other.

he gulps down his food quickly, "she's asleep on my bed."

the rest of the boys nod, quickly understanding, before going back to eating or watching the tv.

only ten minutes had passed before your feet came softly padding through the hallway, halting briefly when you reached the living room, eyes looking for him.

you drop yourself next to him on the sofa, jungwon on your other side, throwing teasing smiles at heeseung.

"you alright?" he mutters, close to your ear.

your cheek rests against his bicep, voice muffled as you respond, "missed you." your eyes are already closed, it's as though he has some sort of spell on you.

he grins to himself, melting at your actions. he sets the bowl of ramen down on the table in front of him and pulls your legs onto his lap, protectively splaying his hand on your thigh.

"get some more sleep, yeah?" he pulls your body into him now, arm wrapping around you and head resting atop yours.

that was it, you were out. you didn't even notice when he carried you back to bed at the end of the night.

not until you woke up, still wrapped in his arms.

[writerraider]

caught - park jongseong

park jongseong x reader

where you attempt to hide your relationship with your brother’s best friend.

word count - 2.3k

warnings: kissing, slightly suggestive towards the end, pet names (baby, honey), ft. heeseung

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“jay,” you giggle into his kisses, fingers clutched onto his plaid shirt, “heeseung could walk past.” a soft scold to the boy.

he breaks apart for a moment, nose nudging against yours, “what’s he gonna do?”

you’re on the field, hidden away between a tree and jay — you know there’s low odds that your brother actually spots you, but still, you’d rather not run the risk of getting caught, and the consequences.

“snitch, and then my mum grounds me, which means none of this-“ you gesture at the two of you, “and on top of that, hee might throw some punches.”

he ignores your words, eyes glued to yours as he leans in once again. “i’d still find a way to see you.”

his thumb pulls at your bottom lip, hands slowly move to cradle your face as he reattaches his mouth to yours.

“class…” you mumble, he groans. one of impatience.

“when.” a sigh leaves him, fingers finding their way to your hair, messing with the strands.

“ten minutes. we have music theory…”

he pecks your cheek, “your brothers in our class, too.” he recalls with distaste.

with a nod, his entire face drops, along with his shoulders. “you have basketball with him too.”

his head drops to the crook of your neck, arms enclosing around your waist, “i can’t escape him.”

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you’re in your lesson now, sat down with your brother as he rambles on about a certain melody he wants to re-make.

unfortunately for him, you’re not listening. your attention lingers to the other side of the room, sat a row in front, fingers scratching the back of his head as he sneaks a look at you.

a smile. a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. a wink.

you’d thought it was all subtle,

“stop looking at him.”

until your brother tells you off.

head flicks to his, “hm? looking at who?”

he scoffs, “i’m not stupid. i can see you blatantly staring at jungwon.”

your brows furrow, head tilting. “jungwon?”

a grin enters upon his face, "if you want, i can get jay to put in a good word for you. but you'd have to do my washing for the week."

wow. was he really trying to play matchmaker?

you pretend to think, lips pressed into a thin line. "no, no, you don't have to do that for me, hee."

he shrugs his shoulder, "whatever you say. jay would do it, he owes me one anyway."

you can't help the laugh that escapes you, "really? what'd he do?"

"doesn't matter." a shake of his head. it was probably something stupid — beating him in a game, stealing the last bit of his food. a thought pops into his head, "hey are you sitting with us for lunch?"

"yeah… is, uh, is jay gonna be there?"

his eyes search for the back of his best friend's head, watching the boy mess around with jungwon instead of doing the classwork. "he'll be there, but you can just ignore him, you know what he's like."

you nod along, pretending to understand.

jay was often thought of as apathetic and irresponsible — never doing his work, always talking too loud, always arguing with someone.

you were able to look past that. able to see the serious side of him. the side that actually cared about his work, about people. he just kept it hidden.

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lunch time. finally.

usually, it's the most enjoyable part of the day, but that tends to be because you can sit next to jay and hold hands under the table.

this time round, thanks to jay, you're sat beside jungwon and opposite your boyfriend… who's sulking rather obviously.

"what's up with you?" heeseung nudges him with his elbow.

jay laughs, "they look so cute together."

a moment passes as you process his comment, kicking him in his shin under the table.

"ow!" he clutches it as heeseung breaks out in laughter.

he clasps his friend's shoulder, "that's so deserved."

his pain subsides and he raises his eyebrows at you, "you're so gonna get it later." a warning. one that doesn't go unnoticed by the table. specifically your brother.

"excuse me?" he asks, arms crossed.

"i'm joking." he blurts out, panic phasing his expression briefly.

"you better be." hee wiggles a finger in front of his face, "you don't touch my sister."

you roll your eyes, jungwon clears his throat and jay just huffs.

"as you've said, like a hundred times before." he argues back.

that's how the bickering starts, for the rest of lunch it's just back-and-forth between them, although, jungwon does chime in now and then.

once you've all finished eating, and part your ways, jay manages to sneak after you. his hand grabs onto your bicep, pulling you back into him and gently pushing you against the closest wall.

"jay-" you're about to scold him again, but your voice gets muffled by his mouth on yours. warm. soft. desperate.

his hands squeeze your hips, only pulling a breaths width away. "i missed you."

"you just saw me."

"i know," he sighs, "but i missed not sitting next to you."

you giggle, "that was all on you." your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer.

he doesn't respond, letting his lingering jealousy fade away, "will you watch me play later?" he questions, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"of course," you smile, to which he reciprocates, "heeseung's my ride home anyway, so i kind of have to stay late."

"i could take you home."

absentmindedly, your fingers stroke the hair at the back of his head. "you know why you can't."

his tone softens, "grounded you. angry heeseung." he kisses you one last time, memorising how you feel against him. in his hands. your smell. the softness of your hair.

then he let's go of you.

bids you a hesitant goodbye, and walks the opposite way as you go to different classes.

most likely the pair of you being a few minutes late.

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you're sat on the bench, eyes flicking between watching your brother play, and watching your boyfriend. it was definitely a challenge.

each time someone would score, they'd both look to you. if they'd almost tripped, made a cool shot, missed a pass… anything, they'd stare at you.

it was hard to pick who to give a reaction to first. jay makes it easier.

he slides across the bench, sitting next to you and 'innocently' slinging his arm across your shoulder, pulling you into him.

"hey, baby." he greets, sneaking a kiss to your cheek before picking up his water bottle, arm still attached to you.

you try to shrug him off, not because you don't like the contact, he's just a tad bit sweaty.

more than a tad.

"what's up?" he asks you with a smirk, knowing full-well 'what was up'.

you grimace teasingly, "your sweat is dripping onto me, jay."

he pouts dramatically, "ohh, i'm so sorry, honey, let me wipe it off for you."

you assume he's going to get a towel, but he doesn't. he doesn't even leave your side. instead, he rubs his wet forehead against your exposed arm. disgusting.

playfully, you attempt to push his head away, small giggles leaving your mouth, "jay, you're so gross!"

he stops for a moment. stares at you. there's a certain smile on his face, one you've never seen before. he's never smiled this widely, this joyfully. "gross or funny?" he tilts his head at you, awaiting your response.

"definitely gross."

he mocks offence before leaning his head closer again, you await the sweat-ridden contact, however, it never comes.

"oi," heeseung projects his voice across the sports hall, eyes glaring at the boy next to you, the one with his arms wrapped around your frame and his head incredibly close to yours.

"uh oh." jay mumbles, letting go of you in an instant.

hee's already stomped over by the time you look back up at him.

his eyes are on jay. "what did i tell you about messing with my sister?" his tone is sharp, impatient, yet still not above his usual volume.

"not to do it…" he sounds and looks like a kicked puppy.

his gaze then turns to you. without a second thought, you straighten your posture, feeling as though you were about to get told off too. what did you do wrong…

"y/n, you're too smart to be falling for jay's stupid tricks. stop entertaining him, please," hee begs with an exasperated sigh, clearly fed up with having to stop jay from flirting with you.

you can't say that this is the first time you've been 'caught', per se…

heeseung pulls jay up from beside you by his tank top, dragging him back onto the court.

for the rest of the session, hee's glare never left his friend's. he somehow managed to keep an eye on the pair of you, not letting you interact again.

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you're sat at your desk, papers scattered across it, sheet music and homework. you were in deep concentration.

there was the odd moment where you'd replay heeseung's conversation with you in the car — to sum it up, he'd said that jay wasn't good enough for you. that you would go places, and he'd still be playing basketball, ignoring deadlines and teacher's requests.

you felt bad. jay didn't deserve any of that. yes, he would mess around a lot, but that doesn't mean he's not good enough for you.

and who was heeseung to tell you who's deserving of you?

there's a quiet knock at your window.

your head perks up, waiting for the rap again.

three more knocks.

you get up and walk towards it… lo and behold jay. smiling ever so widely.

not wasting a second you open the window, helping him climb through. he kicks his shoes off and instantly jumps onto your bed. he breathes in deeply, "it smells like you." he mumbles against the pillow.

you sit back down at your desk, smiling to yourself, "i wonder why."

"hey, i just climbed up a lattice to come see you." once again, he fakes offence, clutching onto his heart.

turning to face him, you tease, "i'm sure that was really difficult for you to do."

his jaw drops, "you wound me, baby."

you pout before turning back around to do your work.

silence settles, a comfortable one.

jay can't seem to handle it. he fidgets on your bed. huffing and puffing loudly.

"are you okay?" you mutter, chin resting against your hand as you struggle on a certain question.

"no." he answers bluntly, voice closer as he sits on the edge of your bed. "my girlfriend won't pay me any attention."

"maybe because she's doing homework."

the bed creaks as he stands up from it, sauntering over to your chair. he leans over you, one hand placed down on the desk as the other takes the pencil out of your grip. without another word, he answers the remaining questions for you.

"double-check them if you want to." he throws the pencil into the cup of pens and rulers and whatnots.

you ignore his suggestion, instead looking up at him in wonder and awe, "you already did yours?"

he nods, "so that i could come be with you."

"well, my attention is all yours now."

he grabs your hands, guiding you to your feet, still towering over you.

there's a soft, smug glint in his eyes, a sly smirk on his face. he looks gentle in the warm lighting of your room, cute almost, if it weren't for his sharp features.

your back hits your mattress, blanket askew thanks to jay. he crawls on top of you, hand stroking the side of your face, whilst the other leans beside your head.

"you're so pretty." he's quiet, admiring you with a comforting passion.

he kisses your forehead first. then your temple. cheekbone. tip of your nose. corner of your mouth. finally, he kisses you. warm and slow.

his fingers tangle into your hair as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him further into you. the kiss deepens, tongue gliding across your bottom lip.

his free hand travels down the side of your body and teasingly disappears under your shirt, cold fingers tracing your ribs, inching higher and higher.

he travels lower, mouth attaching to your jaw and neck.

a groan leaves him when your fingers gently clutch into his short, smooth hair.

jay's absorbed by you, too entranced to hear the door open.

"jay? what are you doing?!"

heeseung. jaw slack. a bowl of ice cream in his hand.

within a second, you're untangled from each other, sat on opposite sides of the bed with equally guilty looks on your faces.

hee stands in front of you both, arms crossed like an angry parent.

"are you two just hooking up?" he speaks up.

"we're dating." you correct him, staring at your fluffy socks.

"how long?"

you can see jay looking at you in your peripherals before he responds, "about three months."

heeseung runs his hand down his face, "why didn't either of you tell me?"

jay stands up, "because you always tell me she's too good for me, which is true," he glances your way quickly, "but we thought you'd force us to break up or something…"

he shakes his head, "i was teasing you, and protecting my sister! as if i'd make you break up." he looks truly insulted.

"really?" you question, eyebrows furrowed.

hee nods, "i mean, if you two are in love, or whatever, i'm not gonna stop that. maybe you can give some of your brains to jay now."

jay shoves his shoulder, "hey, i'm not actually stupid."

heeseung laughs, "yeah, whatever." he opens your bedroom door again, "you two better be safe!" and he leaves.

you and jay both visibly relax. he sits down next to you, head falling into your lap, "i think we should just cuddle and watch movies tonight."

"good idea," you begin stroking his hair, readjusting so that you're laying against your pillows, "does that mean you're gonna stay over tonight?"

he looks up at you, eyes sparkling with adoration, "mhm, as long as your brother doesn't kill me for it."

[writerraider]

nightmares - connor rk800

connor x reader

where connor worries too much about your habit of sleeping at work.

word count - 1.4k

warnings: mentions of struggling to sleep (not sure if that’s a warning but no harm in putting it here)

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it had been meeting after meeting — multiple, similar conversations about how to deal with deviants. how to interrogate them, prosecute them, even how to defend yourself against an android.

each one was the same.

hence why you saw no issue in quietly dozing off for a few minutes.

or maybe an hour.

“detective.” a soft, quiet whisper, followed by a gentle judge to your arm.

a groan escapes you, you’re not ready to wake up yet. not ready to listen to more rambling about incorrect techniques or whatever they said…

“detective, you might want to wake up.” the tone is still calming. “captain fowler is staring.”

and with that one comment, you gradually sit up straight, removing your head off connor’s shoulder.

“sorry, captain.” you nod curtly, voice rasped as your hands wipe at your eyes.

hank holds back a chuckle from your other side — you’re surprised he managed to stay awake during these meetings too.

with one last stern look, your captain gets back to talking and all the other officers, sergeants and whatnots turn back to him as well.

you just yawn, way too tired to feel embarrassed.

connor leans closer to you, mumbling quietly again, "l/n, do you require a coffee?"

you stare back at him, eyebrows furrowed, "hm?"

"coffee." he repeats, "since you keep falling asleep."

"oh," you smile softly at him, "no, it's okay, thanks connor."

his led flashes yellow briefly before he sits straighter, “if you say so, detective.”

you watch him for a moment longer, taking note of how caring he is for an android — especially when you’re constantly getting told that they can’t feel things.

connor has only been here for a month and he’s already made you doubt that statement on multiple occasions.

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it didn’t take long before you were back at your desk, hands cradling your head and eyes squeezed shut.

thankfully you didn’t have much work to do today. at least, you don’t think you do.

you were enjoying the deep slumber, that was until a certain coin-flicking robot decided to shake you awake.

“connor,” you groan tiredly, hands blindly pushing his solid body away, alas, he doesn’t budge. “give me five more minutes.” you ask, relenting your hands back to cover your head.

“you’ve had a total of two hours of sleep today already — bear in mind, you’ve been in the precinct for four hours.” he states simply, as though tracking how long you’ve slept was what he was designed for. “you need to start working.”

you wish you had another set of hands to cover your ears. “too tired.”

he sighs.

since when could androids do that?

“detective,” his tone is stern now, “your lunch break is in one hour, i suggest you fill out some reports and sleep afterwards.”

when you don’t move, head still glued to the table, he takes one glance at hank — who’s only smirking at the whole altercation — and decides to take things into his own hands.

he pulls a random chair up and slides next to yours.

then, he starts jabbing your bicep with his pointer finger, like an eager toddler demanding attention.

“connor.” a gentle warning. although, it’s more of a disguised plea.

“not stopping until you sit up and log onto your computer.”

a few more agitating seconds pass by before you give up.

you take your time sitting up, typing in your password, and opening up some reports — just to annoy connor.

a smile graces his face, “was that so hard?”

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he didn’t leave your side. not even when you needed to go to the toilet — he waited outside, but that still felt like he was right there with you.

he claimed it was so that you wouldn’t fall asleep again, which didn’t happen, thanks to him.

you were excited for lunch. excited for the small nap you could fit in. however, connor had other plans.

“detective, i can’t let you sleep, especially since you haven’t eaten all day.” his eyes look at you with so much concern

“but you said if i did my work i could sleep at lunch.” you whine.

“i was only negotiating with you. now come on, i know a great place for burgers.” he pulls you up off your chair by your hand, tugging you towards the exit.

“how do you know of good food places? you don’t even eat…” you query out loud.

he shrugs, hand still attached to yours as you now leave the station. “hank eats.”

that explains it.

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it didn’t take all that long to reach the burger stand — and you have to admit, it was good.

you’re both sat on a bench, overlooking a river as it slowly frosts over.

connor thinks it’s peaceful. he notes how still you’ve become. how your heart rate has decreased to a gentle thrum. how low your cortisol levels have dropped.

he’s slightly amazed that you’re not asleep.

yet. there’s still time.

he takes the quiet opportunity to ask you some questions. “y/n…”

he waits for you to look at him first.

“what’s up?” your response is soft. gentle.

he purses his lips — a habit you think he’s obtained from you. “why do you have such troubles staying awake?”

your stress levels increase slightly.

“i just- i don’t get much sleep at home.” a simple answer.

he nods, pretending to understand. “how so?” his voice stays hushed.

his eyes track how you begin to fidget with your fingers.

“it’s embarrassing…”

he shakes his head, placing his hand on top of yours to stop you from fidgeting. “if it’s giving you issues, it can’t be embarrassing. i would never judge you, y/n.”

he says the latter with such sincerity that you would mistake him for a human had you not known he was an android.

then you look at his eyes. they look more human than most.

his led flashes again, awaiting your response.

a sigh escapes your mouth. “i get nightmares most nights. every night, really.”

his thumb begins to stroke circles across the back of your hand — a tactic he’d just searched up to help people calm down. “are they of anything in particular?”

you have to think for a moment, recall every night. then you shake your head, “no. maybe it’s just because of the job?”

“could be.” he comments, actively wracking every website page he can access that mentions ‘nightmares’. he’d do anything to help you.

you shuffle closer to him on the bench, gradually beginning to feel the brisk, winter air.

“an article says that having a companion with you can help to reduce nightmares.” he suggests, “have you ever tried that?”

instantly you shake your head, a laugh leaving you too, “i don’t know anyone who would willingly stay over at mine.”

“i would. to help you, of course.”

your heart beats a bit faster.

he notices.

“i mean- if you wanted to- if it helps, right?”

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so now here you are, you and connor both sat awkwardly on your bed.

“maybe close your eyes.” he attempts to help but it just sounds like teasing.

you move under your covers, connor copying, “do you know how to turn off your sarcasm?” you jab back.

“sorry, i’m just trying to help.” he absentmindedly moves closer and simultaneously makes you feel bad.

“i was just playing with you, connor.”

“oh.” he looks around your room, “do you need me to turn the lamp off?”

“uhm, sure, thank you.”

he leans over you to reach the switch, flicking it off before laying back down, now even closer to you.

“would you like me to tell you a story?” he whispers.

“no, it’s okay.” you mumble.

“you’re already feeling tired.” he states with a small, successful smile on his face.

you shuffle your head across your pillow, making contact with his chest as you relax into him. “maybe because you kept me up all day.”

much to his surprise, he enjoys the human contact. maybe that’s because it’s you. he wouldn’t enjoy it if hank were sleeping in his arms instead of you.

he quickly blinks that picture away.

gently, he wraps an arm around you, soothingly rubbing your back.

you’re out before you know it.

if connor had a heart, it would be melting. your soft snores take over his hearing. the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.

but it’s not until he looks down at your sleeping face to see your hand clutching onto his top, your face completely relaxed — that’s when he feels it.

love, maybe?

is that something an android can feel?

the room faintly lights up red as he ponders. it quickly returns to blue when he focuses back on you.

he doesn’t care about what he can and can’t feel- not right now- not when he’s got you.

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after five - jim halpert

jim halpert x reader

when teasing is his subtle way of saying 'i like you, too.'

word count - 1.9k

warnings: none, only fluff and teasing of course

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"me and jim?" you repeat the producer's question, staring at the man behind the camera. "we're not... nothing's happening with us. just friends."

"do you want to be more than friends?" another cameraman asks.

"i mean, kinda. yeah." you whisper. "but i don't think he sees me the same way." the crew nod, then, slowly, pan the massive lens over to something behind you. your eyebrows knit together, "what?" you question accusingly.

this was your time in the conference room, and they decide to film something else? not very fair, if you were to be asked.

they don't answer, yet they keep their eyes on you.

so, you uncross your legs and turn around, intrigued in what's more important than your words. lo and behold, it was jim. eyes locked onto yours.

he doesn't fully process that you're staring right back at him for a moment. he's got that dazed look in his stare, smile wide and relaxed.

then it hits him - you're smiling. quickly, he spins in his chair, facing his computer monitor again and pretending to work.

you stifle a giggle, turning back to the camera. "maybe there's a small chance he feels the same."

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you're in the kitchen, sat opposite kelly at the round, wooden table, completely lost in your own world as she pours out every piece of gossip she'd obtained in the last month.

there was a lot.

you'd stopped paying attention after the first two stories - some scandals between celebrities cheating... 'the norm', as she put it.

that was until a chair scraped beside you, a familiar, comforting scent taking over your surroundings.

"hey." he greets, stirring his coffee.

"hi." your voice is quiet. shy, as you respond back, lovestruck smile gracing your face without permission.

kelly sighs, "are you two really going to flirt right in front of me? you know me and ryan just broke up, right?"

jim chuckles, "i did, y/n didn't, you need to tell her all about. every detail, too." he rises out of his chair, smirking down at you as you helplessly look up at him.

"jim. don't do this." you playfully beg. he shrugs and throws you that grin whilst backing away.

"so, basically, i asked ryan about..." her voice once again fades out, oh today was going to be a long day.

another fifteen minutes pass before you return back to your desk. you plop down onto your spinny chair, glaring at the man diagonal to you. "what was that for, jim?"

he shrugs, "oh, i thought you could use a longer break. did you not enjoy it?"

you hold back your grin, "no, no. i did. i loved hearing about people breaking up for thirty minutes."

"really?" his tone implies that he's hiding something... "you'll enjoy your newest client then."

dwight giggles from his desk opposite you. "he just divorced his wife and is changing paper supplier out of spite. i see why you wanted to swap clients now." the last comment is thrown towards jim - clearly this was all his doing.

you run a hand through your hair, "you're so gonna get it." you promise.

unfortunately, you can't say more as your phone begins to ring. great.

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“y/n.” dwight’s voice is hushed.

your head flicks up, staring right at the man. “dwight.”

the corner of his mouth rises and he winks, “it has been done.” he speaks in code — something you’d told him to do a few hours ago.

nothing had actually happened, you’d just asked him to act reeaallyy suspicious in hopes that it would annoy jim.

of which it has.

“what… what’s that about?” he intervenes with an on-edge smile and eyes switching between you and dwight.

“hm?” dwight answers first, one eyebrow raised as he messes with some papers on his desk.

“c’mon, dwight, you gotta tell me, remember our deal earlier?” he pleads.

a cackle leaves the other man, “that was for my client. you’re going to have to give me something else if you want to know what we’ve done.”

“we? so you both definitely did something?”

this time, neither of you answer. you just get back to your work, leaving him in suspense.

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the next time the ‘prank’ is brought up, you’re in the break room, staring into the vending machine when jim appears behind you.

“i know you didn’t do anything.” he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

you smirk, thinking that you’d be able to play it off, “mhm, sure you do.”

“dwight told me.”

your whole demeanour breaks as you spin on your heel to face him, “what?” you whine, disappointed in the older man, if you were honest. you didn’t think he would be bribed so easily.

jim’s smile widens, “he didn’t… but i guess you just did.”

you only blink at him before facing the machine again. "you're so annoying." you hide your smile.

he laughs to himself at your actions before sitting down at a table in the corner. "just you wait, y/n."

shaking your head at him, you punch in some numbers and pick up the bright green packet of crisps that had dropped. you make your way over to jim, sitting down next to him as you open the bag.

your eyebrows furrow instantly, "why's there nothing in here?"

he snorts, "that was actually meant to be for dwight."

you throw the empty bag in the bin behind you. "how did you know dwight would even eat those?"

he shrugs, "he's the only person in the office that does. and now you, too, you weirdo."

"hey," you mock offence, "you're the one messing with the food in a vending machine..."

"touché, y/n." he watches you, eyes soft, smile gentle and reassuring. "let me take you out for lunch." he suggests.

"why? so you can pull another prank on me?" you tease him, knocking your knee into his beneath the table.

a slight blush creeps onto his cheeks, tinting the tips of his ears, too. "no, for real."

you pretend to think - you're obviously gonna say yes, no matter if there's actually a prank involved, but it's still funny to make jim wait. "i'm sure michael won't mind if my lunch break lasts a bit longer..."

his grin widens impossibly more as he stands up, dusting his trousers off, "c'mon, then."

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lunch went by fast - way too fast, but you know what they say: 'time flies when you're having fun'.

now you're back to working, well, trying to. your computer had stopped responding mere minutes ago, every click and press of a key did nothing.

you needed to finish up a report of your clients, one that was supposed to be done today... but you sort of had other matters to attend to.

you're almost sure your mouse is about to break with how furiously you're clicking away at it.

"you good, y/n?" jim's voice is calm, quiet. he looks extremely concerned.

"mhm." you nod, "this just isn't working." and within an instant you're back to tapping the screen's contents endlessly.

jim chuckles and stands up from his desk, moving behind you.

his hand covers yours on the mouse as he leans down, lips close to your ear, "smashing the mouse isn't gonna help." he teases, but it falls on deaf ears.

you're too focused on how close he is. how you can feel his breath on your neck. his tie hitting your back as he shuffles forwards and leans his other palm flat on your left side - practically caging you between him and the desk.

he clicks around, just as you did. except he somehow knows the issue, "i think the app froze."

your brows furrow, "they can do that?"

another laugh leaves his mouth, "yes, they can. you just," he moves his arms to press the keyboard, thankfully you're not claustrophobic, "have to press these buttons and it will close the software, and then you can re-open it."

slowly. the logo of the app takes over the screen again, loading, before coming back to life. "thanks, jim." you smile up at him.

he grins, chuckling to himself quietly at your lack of computer knowledge. "don't worry about it - i enjoy helping those in need." more playful jabs at you, of course.

he sits back down, eyes watching yours from above the monitors. "i would've figured it out at some point..." there's a waver in your voice, one that hinted that you were unsure of what you were actually saying.

"mhm." is all he says - or rather hums - before going back to his work, leaving you both with tinted cheeks.

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it was half past five already.

you'd just sent michael your client report, finally finished after too many hours of software malfunctions.

"you done?" a voice calmly calls out, making you flinch in your seat.

rising from your seat, you turn, now facing a tired-looking jim. "were you waiting for me?" you ask, slight wonder lingering in your tone.

he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck, "kinda yeah." you notice now that he's holding your coat and scarf. "pam picked you up this morning, right? i thought i could drop you off."

a rare occasion that jim is shy. his voice is all cute and quiet.

a smile grows on your face, "yeah, that would be nice." turning back around, you quickly shut down your computer and gather your things.

only another second passes before you're both plunged into darkness, only the hallway and 'exit' lights illuminating the office.

"i guess the cleaning crew are leaving." he jokes, although it's probably true.

you take a step forward, reaching blindly for jim whilst your eyes try to adjust to the sudden loss of light, however, he does the same.

a giggle escapes the both of you as your hands hold onto each other. "didn't know the office could get so dark." you mumble.

"don't tell me you're scared of the dark, y/n."

you shake your head, "not at all- is this you projecting, jim?" you soothingly rub his back, "are you scared? it's okay, i'll save you."

he softly nudges you, letting the teasing die down. "c'mon, put your coat on. it's cold outside."

stepping back, you take the clothing from his hand, quickly putting it on.

"can't forget your scarf." he mumbles.

you go to take it out of his grip, only stopping when he begins to wrap it around your neck for you.

he doesn't let go of the scarf. stares right into your eyes. then without thinking, he pulls you closer with the fabric, hands letting go to hold your face in one smooth movement. you don't even blink before his lips are on yours, gentle and warm.

he pulls back after a moment. "was- was that okay?"

you're starstruck, to say the least. jim halpert just kissed you. "it was more than okay." your hands go to cover his.

he smiles softly, "good. should we, uh, get you home?"

you break away, picking your stuff up before his hand finds yours again, slowly leading you both to the car park.

"you wanna stay at mine for dinner?" you ask him once you're both sat in his car.

he starts the engine, pretends to think, just to set you on edge, "hmm. i think i'm free."

playfully, you roll your eyes, "you're a tease."

he just chuckles before starting the engine and driving, stealing 'secret' glances at you the entire journey.

it's safe to say, that whatever you felt for him, he felt double.