Words are your weapon,

Lies are your defense

[mayfieldss]

"ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ," ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ?" ᴀᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ. "ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ," ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʙᴏɴɴɪᴇ.

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[mayfieldss]

Should I spend 60 dollars on.a snoopy plushie

[mayfieldss]

Hurry

[mayfieldss]

Should I spend 60 dollars on.a snoopy plushie

[messygoku]

for all of you:

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[azhagu]

chiron asking annabeth to weave percy’s shroud while he’s on ogygia and they think he’s dead. annabeth weaving obsessively during the day because it gives her something to focus on even if everyone is concerned about how she throws herself into it, no food no sleep no breaks. then every night she frantically unweaves it because no shroud means no funeral and if they don’t burn it, he’s not actually dead. finally finishing it just about to burn it and percy shows up and she feels relief because she knewwww it. percy and annabeth taking turns mirroring odysseus and penelope oh lord make me normal about them

[ceruleanheaven]

parasocialism is bad Unless its with me. i love you. yes You. Specifically

[mayfieldss]

i miss being active on here

[mayfieldss]

Benny Cross X reader

Benny realize that if your wife decide to open a bussines, the husband is automatically employed to help. Maybe reader can make jewellery and stuff. Something funny and maybe benny taking to the club to sell some of the stuff 😄

well of course! i love Benny <3

When Benny started dating you the boys had no clue their rebel of a friend would change so drastically. And for a while, he was the same old Benny, quiet, keeping to himself. He got in trouble almost constantly, fights, crashes, arrests.

Then Benny proposed. You got married within the month, and that’s when Benny began to change. Just in simple ways. He was still riding, fighting and cussing out cops. But, he would come to the club with printed flower patterned business cards. He’d hand them out to the boys with girlfriends or wives and he’d try his best to support his girl.

Because shortly after you married Benny, you started your own handmade jewellery business. You were proud of it, so proud that Benny couldn’t say no to helping you promote it.

“Do you think the other women will be there tonight?” Your voice is innocent as Benny tugs a white shirt over his muscled shoulders.

“Yeah baby,” he turns to face you as he picks his vandals jacket up off the end of the bed. He loves the way you’re looking at him now, sweet as sugar. You bat your eyelashes and take a step towards him and he knows what you’re going to ask.

“D’you think you could take some of the stock down there? To the club?”

Benny breathes a sigh as your cold hands come to rest over his chest, so chilly he can feel the temperature through the fabric of his shirt. He reaches up and holds your cool fingers in his warm ones.

“You asking me to move the merch baby?”

That pulls a laugh from you, and Benny latches onto the smile that spreads on your face. “You make it sound like I’m a criminal!” You lean in closer, giving him a quick kiss. “But yes honey, please move the merchandise.”

So Benny does. Later that night he shows up to the club with a small crate of your hand crafted necklaces tied securely to the back of his bike.

“She got to working overtime, huh?” The boys call, teasing as he enters. But Benny ignores the sniggers from his friends as he moves toward the ladies table in the centre of the room. They’ve all gathered together as usual on Friday nights, and Benny places the crate down in the middle of the table without saying a thing.

“What’s this?” Monica grumbles, before standing to get a better look inside the crate. Benny doesn’t say a word, letting your work speak for itself. “Is this part of your wife’s business? The one from the card last week?” Her accent is thick, like a lot of the people here, and Benny just nods.

Some of the other women stand to look inside the crate, sifting through with gentle hands. He can hear the boys chuckling somewhere behind him, but he doesn’t bother to look. He doesn’t mind doing this, despite the shit he gets given for it. Especially when he comes home and gets his grateful and loving wife all to himself.

“How much is this one?” A brunette girl Benny doesn’t recognise holds up an elegant silver necklace.

“Thirty.” You told Benny to sell everything at twenty dollars, unsure if it was good enough to go at any higher rate. But Benny sees the work you put in, knows it’s worth more than your imposter syndrome implies.

The woman thinks it over, then nods and fishes out thirty dollars in cash from her wallet. As soon as she does the other women seem to get a spark of confidence and start asking Benny the prices for other things. He’s become a salesman in a matter of minutes, and he’s acquired one hundred and fifty dollars by the time the women are done with him.

When he gets home, admittedly after a few drinks with the boys, he saunters into the bedroom trying to mask a smile. He’s not an upbeat guy, he’s no one’s personal cheerleader, but his heart beats a little faster now as he sees you brushing your hair at the vanity.

When you see his reflection in the mirror you spin around “How was it?”

“Good. The boys are going for a ride tomorrow.” He knows it’s not what you meant. He watches you deflate and instantly feels just a little bad about it.

“Oh that’s nice.” You spin back around to the mirror, trying to act as though you aren’t disappointed. “Are you going with them?”

Benny watches as you pick up your hairbrush again, absentmindedly pulling it through your hair. He moves slow toward you, leaning down and placing kisses along your neck and bare shoulders.

“Mhm, I’m gonna go with ‘em” he mumbles against your skin, hand slipping into his jeans pocket to grab the hard earned money from tonight. “I figured you’d want some time alone.” He kisses the sweet spot on your neck that he knows you like, “since you gotta do something with this.” He places the cash on your vanity, watching your eyes go wide.

“Benny,” his name comes out a shocked gasp from your lips. “You made sales?” You stand from your seat, letting him pull you around to face him. His hands are warm on your hips as he tugs you closer.

“You told me to move the merchandise,” he answers, one hand moving up to the strap of your nightgown. “So I moved it.”

You let out an excited laugh, grabbing his face to kiss him. It’s rough and overjoyed, but Benny loves it. Loves you.

“How much did you make?” You say when you pull away from his lips.

Benny plays with the thin strap of your nightgown some more. “One fifty.” His touch gently brushing the skin of your shoulder makes you shiver.

“One hundred and fifty dollars?” You sound like you can’t quite believe it. In fact, you don’t believe it at all.

“Mhm.” Benny’s gaze is locked onto you, unable to move from the ever growing smile on your face. The smile he’s dying to kiss away from your lips until all that’s left is an ‘oh’ shape as you cry out for more of whatever he gives you.

“Oh my god, Benny that’s amazing!” You pull him in to kiss you again, and he accepts all the love you have to give. He’s proud of you, happy that you’re proud of yourself too, though he doubts he could find the words to ever say it aloud. But he doesn’t have to, because you just keep kissing him, tugging him toward the bed. And who’s he to deny you?

THE BIKERIDERS TAGLIST: @zablife

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss  @s00buwu

[mayfieldss]

Benny Cross X reader

Benny realize that if your wife decide to open a bussines, the husband is automatically employed to help. Maybe reader can make jewellery and stuff. Something funny and maybe benny taking to the club to sell some of the stuff 😄

well of course! i love Benny <3

When Benny started dating you the boys had no clue their rebel of a friend would change so drastically. And for a while, he was the same old Benny, quiet, keeping to himself. He got in trouble almost constantly, fights, crashes, arrests.

Then Benny proposed. You got married within the month, and that’s when Benny began to change. Just in simple ways. He was still riding, fighting and cussing out cops. But, he would come to the club with printed flower patterned business cards. He’d hand them out to the boys with girlfriends or wives and he’d try his best to support his girl.

Because shortly after you married Benny, you started your own handmade jewellery business. You were proud of it, so proud that Benny couldn’t say no to helping you promote it.

“Do you think the other women will be there tonight?” Your voice is innocent as Benny tugs a white shirt over his muscled shoulders.

“Yeah baby,” he turns to face you as he picks his vandals jacket up off the end of the bed. He loves the way you’re looking at him now, sweet as sugar. You bat your eyelashes and take a step towards him and he knows what you’re going to ask.

“D’you think you could take some of the stock down there? To the club?”

Benny breathes a sigh as your cold hands come to rest over his chest, so chilly he can feel the temperature through the fabric of his shirt. He reaches up and holds your cool fingers in his warm ones.

“You asking me to move the merch baby?”

That pulls a laugh from you, and Benny latches onto the smile that spreads on your face. “You make it sound like I’m a criminal!” You lean in closer, giving him a quick kiss. “But yes honey, please move the merchandise.”

So Benny does. Later that night he shows up to the club with a small crate of your hand crafted necklaces tied securely to the back of his bike.

“She got to working overtime, huh?” The boys call, teasing as he enters. But Benny ignores the sniggers from his friends as he moves toward the ladies table in the centre of the room. They’ve all gathered together as usual on Friday nights, and Benny places the crate down in the middle of the table without saying a thing.

“What’s this?” Monica grumbles, before standing to get a better look inside the crate. Benny doesn’t say a word, letting your work speak for itself. “Is this part of your wife’s business? The one from the card last week?” Her accent is thick, like a lot of the people here, and Benny just nods.

Some of the other women stand to look inside the crate, sifting through with gentle hands. He can hear the boys chuckling somewhere behind him, but he doesn’t bother to look. He doesn’t mind doing this, despite the shit he gets given for it. Especially when he comes home and gets his grateful and loving wife all to himself.

“How much is this one?” A brunette girl Benny doesn’t recognise holds up an elegant silver necklace.

“Thirty.” You told Benny to sell everything at twenty dollars, unsure if it was good enough to go at any higher rate. But Benny sees the work you put in, knows it’s worth more than your imposter syndrome implies.

The woman thinks it over, then nods and fishes out thirty dollars in cash from her wallet. As soon as she does the other women seem to get a spark of confidence and start asking Benny the prices for other things. He’s become a salesman in a matter of minutes, and he’s acquired one hundred and fifty dollars by the time the women are done with him.

When he gets home, admittedly after a few drinks with the boys, he saunters into the bedroom trying to mask a smile. He’s not an upbeat guy, he’s no one’s personal cheerleader, but his heart beats a little faster now as he sees you brushing your hair at the vanity.

When you see his reflection in the mirror you spin around “How was it?”

“Good. The boys are going for a ride tomorrow.” He knows it’s not what you meant. He watches you deflate and instantly feels just a little bad about it.

“Oh that’s nice.” You spin back around to the mirror, trying to act as though you aren’t disappointed. “Are you going with them?”

Benny watches as you pick up your hairbrush again, absentmindedly pulling it through your hair. He moves slow toward you, leaning down and placing kisses along your neck and bare shoulders.

“Mhm, I’m gonna go with ‘em” he mumbles against your skin, hand slipping into his jeans pocket to grab the hard earned money from tonight. “I figured you’d want some time alone.” He kisses the sweet spot on your neck that he knows you like, “since you gotta do something with this.” He places the cash on your vanity, watching your eyes go wide.

“Benny,” his name comes out a shocked gasp from your lips. “You made sales?” You stand from your seat, letting him pull you around to face him. His hands are warm on your hips as he tugs you closer.

“You told me to move the merchandise,” he answers, one hand moving up to the strap of your nightgown. “So I moved it.”

You let out an excited laugh, grabbing his face to kiss him. It’s rough and overjoyed, but Benny loves it. Loves you.

“How much did you make?” You say when you pull away from his lips.

Benny plays with the thin strap of your nightgown some more. “One fifty.” His touch gently brushing the skin of your shoulder makes you shiver.

“One hundred and fifty dollars?” You sound like you can’t quite believe it. In fact, you don’t believe it at all.

“Mhm.” Benny’s gaze is locked onto you, unable to move from the ever growing smile on your face. The smile he’s dying to kiss away from your lips until all that’s left is an ‘oh’ shape as you cry out for more of whatever he gives you.

“Oh my god, Benny that’s amazing!” You pull him in to kiss you again, and he accepts all the love you have to give. He’s proud of you, happy that you’re proud of yourself too, though he doubts he could find the words to ever say it aloud. But he doesn’t have to, because you just keep kissing him, tugging him toward the bed. And who’s he to deny you?

THE BIKERIDERS TAGLIST: @zablife

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss  @s00buwu

[mayfieldss]

Benny Cross X reader

Benny realize that if your wife decide to open a bussines, the husband is automatically employed to help. Maybe reader can make jewellery and stuff. Something funny and maybe benny taking to the club to sell some of the stuff 😄

well of course! i love Benny <3

When Benny started dating you the boys had no clue their rebel of a friend would change so drastically. And for a while, he was the same old Benny, quiet, keeping to himself. He got in trouble almost constantly, fights, crashes, arrests.

Then Benny proposed. You got married within the month, and that’s when Benny began to change. Just in simple ways. He was still riding, fighting and cussing out cops. But, he would come to the club with printed flower patterned business cards. He’d hand them out to the boys with girlfriends or wives and he’d try his best to support his girl.

Because shortly after you married Benny, you started your own handmade jewellery business. You were proud of it, so proud that Benny couldn’t say no to helping you promote it.

“Do you think the other women will be there tonight?” Your voice is innocent as Benny tugs a white shirt over his muscled shoulders.

“Yeah baby,” he turns to face you as he picks his vandals jacket up off the end of the bed. He loves the way you’re looking at him now, sweet as sugar. You bat your eyelashes and take a step towards him and he knows what you’re going to ask.

“D’you think you could take some of the stock down there? To the club?”

Benny breathes a sigh as your cold hands come to rest over his chest, so chilly he can feel the temperature through the fabric of his shirt. He reaches up and holds your cool fingers in his warm ones.

“You asking me to move the merch baby?”

That pulls a laugh from you, and Benny latches onto the smile that spreads on your face. “You make it sound like I’m a criminal!” You lean in closer, giving him a quick kiss. “But yes honey, please move the merchandise.”

So Benny does. Later that night he shows up to the club with a small crate of your hand crafted necklaces tied securely to the back of his bike.

“She got to working overtime, huh?” The boys call, teasing as he enters. But Benny ignores the sniggers from his friends as he moves toward the ladies table in the centre of the room. They’ve all gathered together as usual on Friday nights, and Benny places the crate down in the middle of the table without saying a thing.

“What’s this?” Monica grumbles, before standing to get a better look inside the crate. Benny doesn’t say a word, letting your work speak for itself. “Is this part of your wife’s business? The one from the card last week?” Her accent is thick, like a lot of the people here, and Benny just nods.

Some of the other women stand to look inside the crate, sifting through with gentle hands. He can hear the boys chuckling somewhere behind him, but he doesn’t bother to look. He doesn’t mind doing this, despite the shit he gets given for it. Especially when he comes home and gets his grateful and loving wife all to himself.

“How much is this one?” A brunette girl Benny doesn’t recognise holds up an elegant silver necklace.

“Thirty.” You told Benny to sell everything at twenty dollars, unsure if it was good enough to go at any higher rate. But Benny sees the work you put in, knows it’s worth more than your imposter syndrome implies.

The woman thinks it over, then nods and fishes out thirty dollars in cash from her wallet. As soon as she does the other women seem to get a spark of confidence and start asking Benny the prices for other things. He’s become a salesman in a matter of minutes, and he’s acquired one hundred and fifty dollars by the time the women are done with him.

When he gets home, admittedly after a few drinks with the boys, he saunters into the bedroom trying to mask a smile. He’s not an upbeat guy, he’s no one’s personal cheerleader, but his heart beats a little faster now as he sees you brushing your hair at the vanity.

When you see his reflection in the mirror you spin around “How was it?”

“Good. The boys are going for a ride tomorrow.” He knows it’s not what you meant. He watches you deflate and instantly feels just a little bad about it.

“Oh that’s nice.” You spin back around to the mirror, trying to act as though you aren’t disappointed. “Are you going with them?”

Benny watches as you pick up your hairbrush again, absentmindedly pulling it through your hair. He moves slow toward you, leaning down and placing kisses along your neck and bare shoulders.

“Mhm, I’m gonna go with ‘em” he mumbles against your skin, hand slipping into his jeans pocket to grab the hard earned money from tonight. “I figured you’d want some time alone.” He kisses the sweet spot on your neck that he knows you like, “since you gotta do something with this.” He places the cash on your vanity, watching your eyes go wide.

“Benny,” his name comes out a shocked gasp from your lips. “You made sales?” You stand from your seat, letting him pull you around to face him. His hands are warm on your hips as he tugs you closer.

“You told me to move the merchandise,” he answers, one hand moving up to the strap of your nightgown. “So I moved it.”

You let out an excited laugh, grabbing his face to kiss him. It’s rough and overjoyed, but Benny loves it. Loves you.

“How much did you make?” You say when you pull away from his lips.

Benny plays with the thin strap of your nightgown some more. “One fifty.” His touch gently brushing the skin of your shoulder makes you shiver.

“One hundred and fifty dollars?” You sound like you can’t quite believe it. In fact, you don’t believe it at all.

“Mhm.” Benny’s gaze is locked onto you, unable to move from the ever growing smile on your face. The smile he’s dying to kiss away from your lips until all that’s left is an ‘oh’ shape as you cry out for more of whatever he gives you.

“Oh my god, Benny that’s amazing!” You pull him in to kiss you again, and he accepts all the love you have to give. He’s proud of you, happy that you’re proud of yourself too, though he doubts he could find the words to ever say it aloud. But he doesn’t have to, because you just keep kissing him, tugging him toward the bed. And who’s he to deny you?

THE BIKERIDERS TAGLIST: @zablife

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss  @s00buwu

[mayfieldss]

Benny Cross X reader

Benny realize that if your wife decide to open a bussines, the husband is automatically employed to help. Maybe reader can make jewellery and stuff. Something funny and maybe benny taking to the club to sell some of the stuff 😄

well of course! i love Benny <3

When Benny started dating you the boys had no clue their rebel of a friend would change so drastically. And for a while, he was the same old Benny, quiet, keeping to himself. He got in trouble almost constantly, fights, crashes, arrests.

Then Benny proposed. You got married within the month, and that’s when Benny began to change. Just in simple ways. He was still riding, fighting and cussing out cops. But, he would come to the club with printed flower patterned business cards. He’d hand them out to the boys with girlfriends or wives and he’d try his best to support his girl.

Because shortly after you married Benny, you started your own handmade jewellery business. You were proud of it, so proud that Benny couldn’t say no to helping you promote it.

“Do you think the other women will be there tonight?” Your voice is innocent as Benny tugs a white shirt over his muscled shoulders.

“Yeah baby,” he turns to face you as he picks his vandals jacket up off the end of the bed. He loves the way you’re looking at him now, sweet as sugar. You bat your eyelashes and take a step towards him and he knows what you’re going to ask.

“D’you think you could take some of the stock down there? To the club?”

Benny breathes a sigh as your cold hands come to rest over his chest, so chilly he can feel the temperature through the fabric of his shirt. He reaches up and holds your cool fingers in his warm ones.

“You asking me to move the merch baby?”

That pulls a laugh from you, and Benny latches onto the smile that spreads on your face. “You make it sound like I’m a criminal!” You lean in closer, giving him a quick kiss. “But yes honey, please move the merchandise.”

So Benny does. Later that night he shows up to the club with a small crate of your hand crafted necklaces tied securely to the back of his bike.

“She got to working overtime, huh?” The boys call, teasing as he enters. But Benny ignores the sniggers from his friends as he moves toward the ladies table in the centre of the room. They’ve all gathered together as usual on Friday nights, and Benny places the crate down in the middle of the table without saying a thing.

“What’s this?” Monica grumbles, before standing to get a better look inside the crate. Benny doesn’t say a word, letting your work speak for itself. “Is this part of your wife’s business? The one from the card last week?” Her accent is thick, like a lot of the people here, and Benny just nods.

Some of the other women stand to look inside the crate, sifting through with gentle hands. He can hear the boys chuckling somewhere behind him, but he doesn’t bother to look. He doesn’t mind doing this, despite the shit he gets given for it. Especially when he comes home and gets his grateful and loving wife all to himself.

“How much is this one?” A brunette girl Benny doesn’t recognise holds up an elegant silver necklace.

“Thirty.” You told Benny to sell everything at twenty dollars, unsure if it was good enough to go at any higher rate. But Benny sees the work you put in, knows it’s worth more than your imposter syndrome implies.

The woman thinks it over, then nods and fishes out thirty dollars in cash from her wallet. As soon as she does the other women seem to get a spark of confidence and start asking Benny the prices for other things. He’s become a salesman in a matter of minutes, and he’s acquired one hundred and fifty dollars by the time the women are done with him.

When he gets home, admittedly after a few drinks with the boys, he saunters into the bedroom trying to mask a smile. He’s not an upbeat guy, he’s no one’s personal cheerleader, but his heart beats a little faster now as he sees you brushing your hair at the vanity.

When you see his reflection in the mirror you spin around “How was it?”

“Good. The boys are going for a ride tomorrow.” He knows it’s not what you meant. He watches you deflate and instantly feels just a little bad about it.

“Oh that’s nice.” You spin back around to the mirror, trying to act as though you aren’t disappointed. “Are you going with them?”

Benny watches as you pick up your hairbrush again, absentmindedly pulling it through your hair. He moves slow toward you, leaning down and placing kisses along your neck and bare shoulders.

“Mhm, I’m gonna go with ‘em” he mumbles against your skin, hand slipping into his jeans pocket to grab the hard earned money from tonight. “I figured you’d want some time alone.” He kisses the sweet spot on your neck that he knows you like, “since you gotta do something with this.” He places the cash on your vanity, watching your eyes go wide.

“Benny,” his name comes out a shocked gasp from your lips. “You made sales?” You stand from your seat, letting him pull you around to face him. His hands are warm on your hips as he tugs you closer.

“You told me to move the merchandise,” he answers, one hand moving up to the strap of your nightgown. “So I moved it.”

You let out an excited laugh, grabbing his face to kiss him. It’s rough and overjoyed, but Benny loves it. Loves you.

“How much did you make?” You say when you pull away from his lips.

Benny plays with the thin strap of your nightgown some more. “One fifty.” His touch gently brushing the skin of your shoulder makes you shiver.

“One hundred and fifty dollars?” You sound like you can’t quite believe it. In fact, you don’t believe it at all.

“Mhm.” Benny’s gaze is locked onto you, unable to move from the ever growing smile on your face. The smile he’s dying to kiss away from your lips until all that’s left is an ‘oh’ shape as you cry out for more of whatever he gives you.

“Oh my god, Benny that’s amazing!” You pull him in to kiss you again, and he accepts all the love you have to give. He’s proud of you, happy that you’re proud of yourself too, though he doubts he could find the words to ever say it aloud. But he doesn’t have to, because you just keep kissing him, tugging him toward the bed. And who’s he to deny you?

THE BIKERIDERS TAGLIST: @zablife

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss  @s00buwu

[autvmnangels]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ JUST MY TYPE

| annoying jim by telling kelly and pam that his complete opposite—dwight—is your type.

loud giggles were all that could be heard from your desk with kelly and pam both stood in front of you, all three of you talking about anything but work. at this point, you’d all have to stay late on friday to make up for all the time you’d wasted.

"pam no, its your turn. tell us your type!" kelly squeaked, practically jumping up and down as pam scoffed, a wide smile on her face as she threw her green eyes up to the ceiling, as if thinking.

"roy, i guess. brown hair, blue eyes. strong." she shrugged, playing with the end of one of her curls before kelly let out a loud groan.

"come on, pam! roy cant hear you from up here." kelly giggled, before pam rolled her eyes, shaking her head with crossed arms.

from across the office, the sound of your laughs had caught jim's attention, and boy he was mesmerised. the way you giggled softly, your hand covering your mouth with your lashes fluttering and pink lips glossed. you were the human equivalent to an angel. he just had to investigate.

"whats going on over here, ladies? whatever it is sounds way more fun than answering sales calls." jim said, approaching your desk with his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes darting in your direction, eager to make contact with yours.

you had been dating jim the past month or so, and as far as the both of you knew, no one else had the foggiest idea. neither of you wanted anyone in the office to know, solely because the two of you would never hear the end of it from everyone, particularly michael.

"y/n was just about to tell us who her type is." pam said, turning toward you then jim with a grin, your cheeks almost instantly flushing red, your gloss coated lips rubbing together.

"oh really? well, i gotta hang around for this." jim purred, turning to you with raised brows and one of his signature smirks playing on his lips, his elbows resting on your desk.

you looked at him, no, glared at him with doe eyes, before biting your bottom lip and staring up at the ceiling, making it look like you were lost in thought.

an idea suddenly popped into your head. you were so gonna mess with him.

"hm, brunette maybe? and short. brown eyes, glasses, and...maybe an undying love for battlestar gallactica. bonus points if he's a beet farmer." you giggled, hoping the girls wouldnt take your response seriously, but also hoping jim would.

"y/n, did you just describe dwight? holy crap!" kelly almost wheezed with pam following suit, the two keeling over while jim simply tilted his head at you, an expression on his face that made your legs feel like jelly.

"dwight? really? maybe i should get the two of you hooked up." he said through a breathy laugh, your head tilting playfully at him.

"well maybe you should, halpert. he looks like a man who knows how to treat a woman." you said, almost gagging at the thought of going anywhere near dwight, but you knew you had to keep going with the teasing.

"oh yeah? you must of had some pretty rough exes if you think dwight knows how to please a woman, l/n." jim said, leaning closer to you, his voice quieter than before as the girls cleared off back to their desks.

"and what would you know about that?" you giggled, biting the tip of your pen as his eyes flickered down to your lips, and boy, he gave it his all not to kiss you right then and there.

"wait until we get home and ill show you, sweetheart." he whispered, giving you a wink before turning his back and returning to his desk, leaving you with clammy hands and butterflies in your stomach.

you ran a hand through the loose curls in your hair, pursing your lips before letting out a sigh. how were you supposed to return to work after that?

[mayfieldss]

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[mshfar2a]

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Sometimes I can almost hear him.

[taylornprice]

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