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hi again! so sorry my last request didn't work out ― but i do happen to have another :)

maybe a rivals to lovers with jim halpert? very sarcastic rivals, of course lol. thank you so much! and congrats again <3

𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.

pairings ; jim halpert x gn!reader

warnings ; collegues, rivals to lovers, sarcasm and teasing the whole way through, make out part - not sexual.

word count ; 814

additional notes ; loved this idea, thank you my love!

“can we move onto the topic of phyllis losing five of her clients this past year? considering it’s phyllis, that leaves her with little to no clients left,” jim looked up from his yogurt at dwight’s words. lunchtime in the office was never boring despite the eye-scraping job it was.

oscar and pam’s prior conversation about the new release of meryl streep’s ‘the devil wear’s prada’ is cut short as the whole room tunes in. glancing at phyllis, jim notices her dejected slump of shoulders before she replies, “that’s not fair dwight, there’s a reason i’ve told michael why that happened.”

the group watch them like a tennis match, heads swinging back and forth as dwight knowingly jabs another response, “is it because your incompetent?” with a beat, dwight glances amongst the row of tables – prideful in his quick wit as he continues, “because you’re incompetent phyllis.”

jim perks up in his seat, desperate to derive the conversation before phyllis gets bob vance and causes dwight to threaten violence with his office-hidden samarai sword ( that he always assures he’s a professional at handling ), “speaking of loss of clients…”

you look up from your lunch and to jim who sits beside you, groaning knowingy while the office atmosphere changes from tension to more playful. he smirks at you, “y/n and i had a competition of new clients, and guess who won?” he leans back in his seat proudly.

“only because you offered them much more than you needed to, where’s the profit, halpert?” you quip back, both of you unaware of the exchanged glances from everyone but dwight around the room who just fills his expression with disgust.

“you were hardly offering them anything, i wouldn’t have joined if i was a client myself if you were the one pitching to me,” you gasp with a choked laugh at his words – while dwights one-liners were incredibly offensive and sad-inducing aimed towards phyllis, both of you knew the words between each other were less hurtful and more teasing.

totally not flirting.

“you two make me sick, why don’t you go into the printer room and make out so you can get it over with and we don’t have to watch this insufferable tension?” you both turn to dwight as he stands, jim’s cheeks turning a shade pinker while your jaw hits the ground, “us? make out?”

“don’t pretend, jim,” dwight states, adjusting the belt on his trousers before trudging out of the office, leaving silence behind while you are both unsure what to do.

both of you laugh, nervously more than anything, and only convincing each other of the denial of something being there while everyone nods knowingly, the pining going on for far too long and the bets ongoing as they waited on the ‘we’re together’ statement.

you found yourself in that very printer room later on, a large sum of papers to print in the queue while you press a load of buttons upon a printer in hopes it works without needing to call pam over.

the door clicks and your head snaps round to the tall, scruffy-haired man who lips press into a thin-line smile, which you return before awkwardly turning back to the whirring machine. jim walks to another printer, the one directly beside yours and you pretend you can’t see the continuous glances.

“so that was crazy, right?” jim starts before letting out a nervous huff. “what?” you faux, pretending you’re too immersed in the printing world to care – but your head is dizzy with the prior statements your colleague made. you weren’t sure how much longer you could deny your attraction for jim.

“what dwight said. about us?” you force a laugh out in response, agreeing with his statement but pretending the ache in your heart is apparent and pushing against your chest. “well, do you want to just forget about it?”

you didn’t, but asking the question meant it looked like you did. you could both move onto your normal selves – making teasing and totally not flirtatious quips to each other and hidden tension.

he doesn’t answer, the only sound is the buttons beeping with each press of your fingertip, “jim?” you ask again into the quiet cramped room. again, no reply. you furrow your eyebrows, turning your head to check on him but he’s facing you, eyes which fall on your eyes quickly change to your lips.

before you knew it, your fingers were pulling the strands of hair at the nape of his neck while jim had you pressed against the printer, leaving tingling traces against your lips each kiss. he doesn’t stop, and you don’t want him to – pressing closer to him and allowing him to lean down so his arms can wrap around your back, kisses moving to your neck affectionately.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

you can’t believe dwight was right.

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