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;; movie night

—- More than ever before, he slept soundly. Coffee or the stresses of actually having to do work in Stamford had been keeping him up even more than usual, the bags under his eyes darkening and darkening by the day. But this was different, an unexplained relief, as he woke up for once refreshed in Pam’s hold. It took a second for him to actually register that his eyes were open and he had left his dream state,

for the images he saw before him were almost identical within his unconscious.

At first he just remained in the same position as he thought it might mean he could hold the woman for longer. Just pretend to be asleep, he thought, but soon he grew restless and lifted his head from Pam’s shoulder.

"Yeah, I’m awake.

Sorry ‘bout falling asleep on you, there.”

xbeesly

{ ❀ ——

”It's fine, really. Besides, you're super warm."

Shifting, the young receptionist simply nuzzled a little deeper into the man's chest, before siting upright-- cheeks brushing, and a little smile creeping it's way up onto her lips. Yeah, it felt nice to be with him like this, even though she knew that he probably didn't feel the same way. "You okay, though? You seemed kind of... beat out."

#dunderjim #{ latest reply award goes to *drum roll* me }

muldah

#( ; soulmate. )#( ; artist. )#( ; otp: not a bad day. )#( ; memoire. )

maneswrites

;; movie night

maneswrites

He savored the ice-cream like he savored her touch. Every sweet burst upon his tongue reminded Jim of why he was truly here, of why he had returned to God-forsaken Scranton, and it wasn’t because he had under packed. L o v e filled his stomach like the sweet treat Pam had offered him and, right now, he could not physically get over the swelling in his chest.

— Ironically, he owed this all to his stupid, boring job.

But as much as he adored the company, the day had been long and his usual life-saving coffee break had been surpassed for Pam’s sake. Soon enough Jim’s head had lolled against the girl’s shoulder, olive hues hidden by heavy lids, the sweetest of snores falling out in rhythmic giveaway that the poor man had succumbed to sleep. It was nothing personal — being forced into participating in Call Of Duty all day every day was exhausting, not to mention the painful chick flick flashing away upon the TV screen.

xbeesly

{ ❀ ——

”Oh, okay, I-- Jim?”

The sight of the man resting on her brought back subtle memories of their time together in Scranton-- namely, ones of herself sleeping on his very shoulder. So, it was only right she returned the favor; tucking the blanket close to them, and nuzzling her nose into his hair. She allowed for the movie to play out, as her own eyelids began to drift shut.

But, hours later, Pam awoke with a slight jolt-- and, admittedly, was not in the same position she had slept in. Their bodies had shifted; her face pressed into his chest, and his own head on hers. Their fingers tangled up together in her lap, and his other arm around her. It felt like everything was falling into place.

"Jim? You awake?"

#dunderjim #{ omg i'm so so so sorry this is so late }

ale-la-pazza1

#( ; soulmate. )#( ; artist. )#( ; otp: not a bad day. )#( ; memoire. )#{ cutest }

[ sms; ] Mrs Pamela Morgan Halpert. [ sms; ] Where have you hidden my slippers?

[ sms; ] I— Why do you just assume it’s me? [ sms; ] Why don’t you ever assume it’s Cece, sneaking daddy’s things away. [ sms; ] This is discrimination, Halpert!

#dunderjim #( ; texts. )

oneday-onehour-oneminute

“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, which was just to wait. A lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl who I worked with, but I think, even then, I knew that I was waiting for my wife.”

#( ; soulmate. )#( ; artist. )#( ; memoire. )#( ; otp: not a bad day. )

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them.

( loud sobs ) I love you.

#dunderjim #( ; queries. )

jdkent

#( ; memoire. )#( ; worlds best boss. )

maneswrites

;; movie night

maneswrites

At the sound of Pam calling him in, he picked up his speed double time and soon returned to the living room. The announcement spread a dorky smile across Jim’s lips but, of course, he tried to hide it — Why would a man be excited over such a chick flick, for any other reason but being in love with the company? Regardless he sat, putting on a look of fake exasperation and tugging a blanket over his mottled grey boxer shorts.

“13 Going On 30?

I swear, that’s my life story.

Sometimes I think I’m a six year old, in a thirty-six year old’s body.”

He glanced over at the open tub and the spoon sticking up at a clumsy angle. Too lazy to reach over and grab it, or maybe just reluctant to, Jim rested his head upon the woman’s shoulder and parted his lips in a silent plea. Raising his own legs to brush against the other’s upon the coffee table, dragging one corner of the blanket over her tiny frame, a further smile played upon his lips.

It didn’t get much better than this.

xbeesly

{ ❀ —— ”Hm, well, being of semi-sound mind, and mildly safe perception, I must agree with that.”

Snorting, the ginger woman barely felt herself scoot closer to the man she loved-- legs tangling up, and head resting on his shoulder with a small smile. It was bold, even for her-- but she could care less about boundaries. Not when Jim was so warm, and they were wrapped beneath the safety of these blankets, together.

"Open up!"

The tease was laced with a soft giggle, didn't bother to switch out spoons; just taking her own, scooping up a dollop, and dropping it between the man's lips. With a nibble to her own bottom lip, Pam tried not to flush too deep of a red.

#dunderjim #{ hella am uwu }#{ decided to just say 'fuck school' and work on my script while rp'ing }

maneswrites

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maneswrites

"What’s wrong with ‘em?"

The man chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, tugging the fabric down slightly to expose more of the fluff. Initially he was embarrassed with showing so much skin but, if he was to get what he had dreamed of for so long, Pam would see so much more. Now that he had played the prank he’d been planning for the past few days he hesitated, fingers hooking underneath the hem, peeling the whole shirt off his over sized frame and discarding it by the rest of his belongings.

“I know you’re desperate to see me with less on, Beesly,

but I’ll go and change in your room.

Woman’s pajamas bury themselves in areas you don’t wanna know. “

Once excused he made his way to Pam’s bedroom and pulled shut the door, back pressing against it, gazing up and around the four walls. Every trinket that laced the shelves added a millimeter to the endless smile playing upon the man’s lips — They were all a tiny part of her, and all those tiny parts formed the woman he had been destined to marry from the moment they met. He was so fascinated that it took double the time it would’ve initially to get ready into decent pajamas, which were still only checkered blue boxer shorts.

xbeesly

{ ❀ —— ”Whatever you say, Halpert."

With a giggle, the woman let herself pry open the tub's lid; firmly probing at the sweet substance within with a spoon, and shoveling a scoop between her lips. She had always been one for sweets, especially ones that were soon-to-be shared with her favorite person in the world.

"Jim, c'mon, we're watching 13 Going On 30!"

After calling after him, she allowed her legs to prop themselves onto her coffee table with ease. The feeling in Pam's stomach churned stronger, deeper; almost indescribably perfect as she let a grin take over her lips.

#dunderjim #{ uwu }

stillbored-andignored

#[otp; not a bad day;]#[memoire;]

;; small bump

{ ❀ —— A doctor's visit was nothing new for the pair of fiancée's that walked through the large, hospital doors. It certainly wasn't the first one they've been to this month either-- this particular appointment marked their second of the month, but for a much different reason from the first.

The first appointment was to check up on how they pregnancy was going-- to make sure Pam was alright, and that the baby growing inside of her was doing okay, too. But this one, unfortunately, was too hear some bad news.

The baby didn't make it through the fall; We're so sorry, Mr. & Mrs. Halpert.

Throat closing up, the woman blinked at her doctor with a confused look upon her face. No, this had to be a mistake. It was one small, miniscule fall during gardening.

"--I'm sorry?"

#dunderjim #{ oh god }

maneswrites

;; movie night

maneswrites

Breathe, Jim.

A kiss is a kiss.

It doesn’t always mean more than that.

But it didn’t matter. Pam had kissed him; only on the cheek, but it was still a taste of contact he had yearned for. In two minds of whether to return the affection he stayed quiet and, without protest, let the woman tug him inside into the warmth of her house where he was hit again by the scent. The scent of her. The scent of h o m e.

When she left, he jumped at the opportunity and grabbed at the bag just by his feet. Wrestling with his shoes and bundling his socks back into the bag he tugged out a few items of too-small clothing, stripping off and replacing his casual attire with those, readying himself for a fresh new prank to really show her he was back.

So when she returned he stood with his arms by his side, squeezed to bursting point by the tiny little sleeves of a womans-fit shirt. It was cut low to reveal a light peppering of fluff upon his broad chest, but finishing just above his belly button. If anything, there was too much to show.

"What are you lookin’ at?"

xbeesly

{ ❀ —— "Hey, okay, so I think that we can-- Jim?"

It took everything in the smaller, ginger woman to not burst out into immense laughter. Instead, she simply let herself raise an eyebrow-- eyeing his too-tight clothing, as she allowed herself to brush a cautious hand over her tiny pajama shorts, in case of any dust.

With a lip caught between her teeth, Pam shook her head at the man, before shuffling over to the fridge; tugging out a tub of ice- cream, and two spoons from the cabinet. She would say nothing of it, and simply contain a squeal, as she returned.

Quickly darting a hand over, the woman let her finger jab at the exposed flesh of his stomach with a snort, before prying open the tub's lid.

"Nice jammies, Halpert."

#dunderjim

maneswrites

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maneswrites

As the girl threw herself against him, Jim’s bag slipped from his hand as he rushed to hold her. And that was it; the fruity note of that Goddamn perfume overtook him, and the collection of various shirts all bundled together was something he no longer cared about. But this wasn’t a time to gush all his feelings, to fall upon one knee — he was back with his best friend, finally, for an innocent movie night..

Right?

Looking down and away, he stepped from Pam and shoved a hand down into his distressed jean pocket. Act cool, Halpert. Just friends. With a soft hum he offered the girl a sheepish smile — that textbook Jim move, which he was unaware of even doing. Now he had pushed any thoughts of dipping in for a soft kiss out of his mind, turning his attention to the open Adidas bag where a pair of mismatched socks peeked up from.

“Enough of the sappy stuff, yeah?”

“Let’s get inside.”

xbeesly

{ ❀ —— Oh, my god, I've missed you so much, was what the woman yearned to say.

Instead, the ginger pressed a kiss to the man's cheek; a grin plastered over her lips, that would seem to last forever, with this man around. Yet, there was no complaining, as she took his hand in hers, and dragged him inside-- closing the door behind them, and flopping onto the couch.

"Okay, so-- I'm gonna go change into my jammies, I suggest you do the same-- and you can take your pick of movie!"

#dunderjim #{ screeches into the distance }

maneswrites

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After gathering what he needed for the trip over, he lugged the over sized bag down the drive and into the passenger seat of the Saab.

It had been too long since he’d seen Pam. On a friend front, in was lonely in Stanford — No one was nearly as funny as Scranton’s quirky receptionist, and no one was better suited to being his partner in crime. His new colleagues were dull on their best days, and on their worst? He’d narrowly avoided multiple punches in the face from the man that didn’t even know his name.

Although Scranton wasn’t the best in the world, he almost missed the clumsy leadership.

He certainly missed the company.

But it wouldn’t be long until he saw her again. Anticipating her touch again, her scent, her dorky laugh kept him going through the hours of driving ahead. Sure enough, he soon drove up the familiar drive and almost leaped from the car.

“—Beesly!”

“Oh Bee—sly!”

xbeesly

{ ❀ —— Chips? ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ. Soda? ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ. Ice-cream? ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ.

A soft grin spread across woman's lips, as she surveyed her inventory for their night. The day had been hectic, so far-- a blur of buying even more snacks, and drinks, and even a few more movies, just for good measure. But, in retrospect, this night had to be perfect.

But, Pam was cut off from her last-minute cleaning, as she heard the familiar voice calling her name. The sound of it made her toes curl in the confines of her soft slippers, and then caused her to rush over-- opening the door, and letting a wide, happy grin overtake her lips, as she lunged herself into the man's arms.

"Jim!"

#dunderjim #{ such cute }#{ much cry }