So, remember when I used to write fic? Yeah, me neither. It's been a long time since I've written anything, so if you are so inclined, give me a prompt and I shall attempt to write a drabble.
Yes, that's Jim. I kind of have a crush on him. I've never thought of writing The Office fic...so, yeah, I couldn't think of anything beyond a very bad drabble. Heh. Sorry.
Jim’s worked almost five years for Dunder Mifflin Paper Supply Company. He could probably find another job if he really wanted to. Sure, he could probably get a better job, a higher paying job--one without a lame boss and an annoying co-worker. But then what would he do for entertainment? So, fine, he has to put up with an ignorant egomaniac that has lost all perception of reality and an overzealous kiss-ass, but that’s all just good joke material. And, okay, so maybe some of that has to do with Pam, but not everything. There are other reasons for staying. You know, like…
Summer smells of toast and cinnamon and sometimes of the kind of heady expensive perfume that Ryan associates with women twice her age. Most of the time, he tries not to notice.
Ryan’s decided that he’s fucked up his life enough to know that nothing good can come out of fucking Summer. He does it anyway. At the end of the day, the need to feel is more important than keeping up the appearance of being okay. Because he’s not. Okay, that is. He’s not and he might never be again. So he doesn’t care how wrong this is or who he’s hurting, he just loses himself in the texture of Summer’s skin. She smells like toast and cinnamon and, sometimes, like the kind of heady expensive perfume that Ryan associates with women twice her age. Women like Julie. And, most of the time, he tries not to notice, but sometimes…sometimes it’s right there and he’s no longer fighting back the memories of Julie’s nails scraping down his back, or of the low keening sound from her mouth pressed against his ear. Sometimes he makes himself remember, so he’ll never forget.
The room was haunted with the strands of Cohen’s blather long after he left the room. Neither Zach, nor Anna had been paying attention until he said the one sentence that had them staring across from each other in awkward silence. ‘Just make out already and get it over with!’
They paid attention after that.
‘We can’t get any of this done if the two of you are going to make goo-goo eyes at each other all night. So kiss, get it out of your systems, and call me when it’s over. Oh, and feel free to use Ryan’s bed.’Later, they wouldn’t be sure who made the first move, but Zach leaned in and Anna leaned in and then suddenly their mouths were but an inch apart and then there was no space between them at all. Anna’s fingers sifted through Zach’s hair, relishing in the soft feel of it as it slipped through her fingers. Man, Zach had really great hair. She pulled him against her hard as they rolled onto the bed on top of three hours worth of pencil drawings and storyboards. Anna yelped as they rolled onto a drained can of energy
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Ryan tells Sandy and Kirsten he might be the father of Theresa's baby. :)
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Jim’s worked almost five years for Dunder Mifflin Paper Supply Company. He could probably find another job if he really wanted to. Sure, he could probably get a better job, a higher paying job--one without a lame boss and an annoying co-worker. But then what would he do for entertainment? So, fine, he has to put up with an ignorant egomaniac that has lost all perception of reality and an overzealous kiss-ass, but that’s all just good joke material. And, okay, so maybe some of that has to do with Pam, but not everything. There are other reasons for staying. You know, like…
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Nice drabble. :)
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Thanks.
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Ryan’s decided that he’s fucked up his life enough to know that nothing good can come out of fucking Summer. He does it anyway. At the end of the day, the need to feel is more important than keeping up the appearance of being okay. Because he’s not. Okay, that is. He’s not and he might never be again. So he doesn’t care how wrong this is or who he’s hurting, he just loses himself in the texture of Summer’s skin. She smells like toast and cinnamon and, sometimes, like the kind of heady expensive perfume that Ryan associates with women twice her age. Women like Julie. And, most of the time, he tries not to notice, but sometimes…sometimes it’s right there and he’s no longer fighting back the memories of Julie’s nails scraping down his back, or of the low keening sound from her mouth pressed against his ear. Sometimes he makes himself remember, so he’ll never forget.
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Losing himself in the texture of Summer's skin - and what a lovely place to lose yourself, really.
Thank you.
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You're most welcome. ;)
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Zach/Anna. His hair. And... first kisses.
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They paid attention after that.
‘We can’t get any of this done if the two of you are going to make goo-goo eyes at each other all night. So kiss, get it out of your systems, and call me when it’s over. Oh, and feel free to use Ryan’s bed.’Later, they wouldn’t be sure who made the first move, but Zach leaned in and Anna leaned in and then suddenly their mouths were but an inch apart and then there was no space between them at all. Anna’s fingers sifted through Zach’s hair, relishing in the soft feel of it as it slipped through her fingers. Man, Zach had really great hair. She pulled him against her hard as they rolled onto the bed on top of three hours worth of pencil drawings and storyboards. Anna yelped as they rolled onto a drained can of energy ( ... )
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