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Dwight/Angela Submissions - Round 2
by lovely surprise (girlie_girl_23)
at June 12th, 2008 (12:22 pm)

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And now, here are the Dwight/Angela prompts.


Dwight/Angela - Halloween {post ep}
Dwight/Angela - can't stop this thing we've started
Dwight/Angela - poetry
Dwight/Angela - sweet tooth
Dwight/Angela - stress ball
Dwight/Angela - the letter
Dwight/Angela - snow
Dwight/Angela - baby
Dwight/Angela - the first five times
Dwight/Angela - devils vs. angels
Dwight/Angela - so sorry
Dwight/Angela - in-laws
Dwight/Angela - women are from venus, men are from the far reaches of the planet Narkkon
Dwight/Angela - you are not forgiven
Dwight/Angela - earning a lady's favors
Dwight/Angela - office supplies
Dwight/Angela - knight in shining armor
Dwight/Angela - vengeance
Dwight/Angela - kitchen
Dwight/Angela - dining out
Dwight/Angela - uniform
Dwight/Angela - administrative need
Dwight/Angela - hero
Dwight/Angela - morals
Dwight/Angela - justification
Dwight/Angela - topsy-turvy
Dwight/Angela - "I'll just stand up in front of the office and reveal our true love"
Dwight/Angela - I sing
Dwight/Angela - Mose
Dwight/Angela - under the thumb
Dwight/Angela - authority figure
Dwight/Angela - responsibility
Dwight/Angela - cookie
Dwight/Angela - sprinkles
Dwight/Angela - ghosts
Dwight/Angela - "Dwight would get her hot by making her watch Star Trek or Battlestar Galactica"
Dwight/Angela - the key
Dwight/Angela - close call
Dwight/Angela - public
Dwight/Angela - bobbleheads
Dwight/Angela - irresistible
Dwight/Angela - Toby
Dwight/Angela - Andy
Dwight/Angela - cat shopping
Dwight/Angela - farming
Dwight/Angela - cookies
Dwight/Angela - beauty in the breaking
Dwight/Angela - Walkie-Talkies
Dwight/Angela - OH, D!!
Dwight/Angela - sordid
Dwight/Angela - elevators
Dwight/Angela - domesticated
Dwight/Angela - emergency contact
Dwight/Angela - anatomy
Dwight/Angela - science fair
Dwight/Angela - good stuff
Dwight/Angela - sensitive emails
Dwight/Angela - camping
Dwight/Angela - bedtime story
Dwight/Angela - poor baby
Dwight/Angela - beet farm
Dwight/Angela - I'm sorry
Dwight/Angela - puppies vs. kittens
Dwight/Angela - ice sculptures
Dwight/Angela - you're evil, like a hobbit
Dwight/Angela - where is the clitoris located?
Dwight/Angela - safety officers (Deleted Scene 9: http://officequotes.net/no1-05.php )
Dwight/Angela - bears
Dwight/Angela - Battlestar Galactica
Dwight/Angela - stature
Dwight/Angela - leadership
Dwight/Angela - power
Dwight/Angela - this could be a case for Mulder & Scully
Dwight/Angela - no
Dwight/Angela - D+D
Dwight/Angela - +5 dagger
Dwight/Angela - cat convention
Dwight/Angela - black magic
Dwight/Angela – cosplaying
Dwight/Angela - cookie thief
Dwight/Angela - sorry
Dwight/Angela - rings
Dwight/Angela - public affair
Dwight/Angela - "Especially not Andy Bernard."
Dwight/Angela – fallout
Dwight/Angela - beet salad
Dwight/Angela - we have to keep it secret
Dwight/Angela - on the desk
Dwight/Angela - uncovered
Dwight/Angela - "who is the final cylon?"
Dwight/Angela - what is the Dharma Initiative?
Dwight/Angela - vampires
Dwight/Angela - after work
Dwight/Angela - height difference
Dwight/Angela - declare our true love!
Dwight/Angela - consolidating power
Dwight/Angela - dictator
Dwight/Angela - old fashioned
Dwight/Angela - files
Dwight/Angela - Birkenstocks
Dwight/Angela - cat sweaters
Dwight/Angela - empty office
Dwight/Angela - copier
Dwight/Angela - Michael's desk
Dwight/Angela – Creed’s desk
Dwight/Angela - mail cart
Dwight/Angela - on the floor by the file cabinets
Dwight/Angela - glasses on/glasses off
Dwight/Angela - honeymoon
Dwight/Angela - runner's high
Dwight/Angela - cherry bark & almonds
Dwight/Angela - secretary
Dwight/Angela - accident
Dwight/Angela - Six Feet Under
Dwight/Angela - stay
Dwight/Angela - cherub
Dwight/Angela - my night stand
Dwight/Angela - sleeping cardigan
Dwight/Angela - sleep apnea
Dwight/Angela - gas ain't free
Dwight/Angela - church
Dwight/Angela - gift
Dwight/Angela - be my mirror, my sword & shield
Dwight/Angela - paint
Dwight/Angela – nursery
Dwight/Angela - plus a little extra
Dwight/Angela - full disclosure
Dwight/Angela - I know you love beet salad
Dwight/Angela - easy silence
Dwight/Angela - emergency contact
Dwight/Angela - my own fault
Dwight/Angela - I said OK
Dwight/Angela - Jell-O
Dwight/Angela - sprinkles included
Dwight/Angela - "Employees of this office are very small and delicate. They deserve protecting from local pervs"

Comments

Posted by: a. (regalish)
Posted at: June 13th, 2008 03:30 am (UTC)
Like Cotton Candy, Dwight/Angela, sweet tooth, PG-13
angela; has this friend...

He smells like wind and fireworks and she like popcorn and Andy's cloying cologne when they back into the office connected at the lips. His hands skim her waist and remind her of endless nights of passion from a lifetime ago.

She has missed him.

His lips are cold and taste vaguely of cherries, barely tinted pink from the Sno-Cone machine Phyllis had rented. A rustle of clothing and their shirts are untucked. The backs of her knees hit her desk. He lifts her and her stomach tumbles accordingly.

She's never been one to condone public displays of affection (or public fornication for that matter), but tonight it seems not only logical but necessary to survive this heinous night.

She's been dethroned as the reigning queen of the party planning committee and practically forced to say yes to a preppie's public proposal when all she wanted to do was spit out how she hates them both.

So she may not have forgiven him, but she needs this. Plus, when the kiss deepens, Dwight tastes like cotton candy, and well...

Angela Martin has always had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Posted by: GEMAAAAAAAAPANTS (iwant_sprinkles)
Posted at: June 13th, 2008 09:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Like Cotton Candy, Dwight/Angela, sweet tooth, PG-13
ship; d/a || tall drink of water

GOD. JUST... GOD I LOVE YOUR WRITING. YOU ASTOUND ME.

You have such wonderful pace and your final points always kill me. THE IMAGERY. Your descriptions are gorgeous and you paint the most vivid pictures.

tonight it seems not only logical but necessary to survive this heinous night.
PERFECT. I loved that line.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Posted by: gtt (gone to tumblr) (sunshine_hippie)
Posted at: June 13th, 2008 11:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Like Cotton Candy, Dwight/Angela, sweet tooth, PG-13
{office} Dwangela // classic

WPW.!
Okay, seriously I'm so in love with this I can't even type.
I MEAN "WOW!"
That was the most colorful fic I've read in a while.
AND THIS IS A FREAKING DRABBLE?!

Okay, sorry I'm all geeking out. But seriously; shit be good.

Posted by: KELLYCAKES! (miss_atom)
Posted at: June 13th, 2008 12:12 pm (UTC)
Office Romance, Dwight/Angela, can't stop this thing we've started, PG.
[office] dwangela//really likes her

i.


First time he kissed her she instantly regretted it. It wasn't the action of a respectable woman, kissing in a darkened office. It was inappropriate at the very least. (She would call it whorish had it been someone else.)

But she had had a bad day; Phyllis and Pam had dressed as cats as well, Pam had been trying to sabotage her party which in the end didn't matter because the worst thing of all, only 4 people came. She had been planning it for three weeks, nobody appreciated her.

Dwight had stayed late to help clear up, he complimented her on her efficiency in the workplace and in party planning then gently pressed his mouth to hers. She let him.

She pulled away first and his hands quickly left her waist. She apologised, fumbled with her coat and told him she had plans with Sprinkles. He dropped his head and said 'Sorry.'

Secretly she didn't want him to be.

ii.


The second time had been after his fireworks, he and Kevin had been acting like morons. But something about the way he came bounding up to her as she left the building, so happy and excited, made her smile.

'Angela,' he had said, 'would you like to watch the rest of the firework display?' She politely declined.

'Oh, ok.' He smiled, looked around for spying eyes, and kissed her on the cheek. Fleeting but warm.

She had driven home with the strangest feeling in stomach.

iii.


She was so angry at Michael. She was being ignored because he was desperate to get attention from Jan. She couldn't believe the inappropriateness of it all. She just wanted to scream.

She headed outside but when she reached the lobby she saw that Hank was away from his post and took a seat. She wasn't sulking, she had every right to be annoyed.

After a few minutes she heard the door open, she stood up quickly and tried to think of a reason for her being down here.

It was Dwight. He looked awkward. 'Are you ok?'

'Yes.' She said without meaning it. 'But,' she didn't know why but she felt the urge to tell him what was wrong, 'Michael did not conduct my Performance review correctly today because of his relationship with Jan. It is unacceptable.'

'Well,' he replied, 'as Assistant Regional Manager (She wanted to add 'to the' but stopped herself) I could give you a review.'

She agreed and he told her how she had been doing. Harsh in places but mostly complimentary and honest, just how she liked it. He finished with 'and you are very pretty and bossy, can I kiss you again please?'

It was odd and she almost laughed but that was the third time she let him kiss her.

iv.


She just received an email from him that made her smile, Kevin asked what she was doing and she promptly told him to mind his own business.

Over at the vending machine she picked out two Baby Ruth's. One for her and one for him.

After she stealthily placed it on his desk, she replied to his email and told him she would see him tonight at Jim's bbq and then deleted any evidence.

That evening she kissed him in Jim's garden while everyone was singing inside. His arms had wrapped around her and she felt safe.

She had always frowned upon office romances but she didn't want to stop this little thing they had started.

Posted by: GEMAAAAAAAAPANTS (iwant_sprinkles)
Posted at: June 13th, 2008 09:23 pm (UTC)
Re: Office Romance, Dwight/Angela, can't stop this thing we've started, PG.
ship; d/a || he rolled an 8

Kelly rocked the house :D

I love this. LOVE it. ESPECIALLY THIS;

She agreed and he told her how she had been doing. Harsh in places but mostly complimentary and honest, just how she liked it. He finished with 'and you are very pretty and bossy, can I kiss you again please?'
It's sort of kinky and sweet and odd all at the same time, which is basically the essence of Dwangela. YOU CAPTURED THEIR ESSENCE.

AND THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL TOO;

Secretly she didn't want him to be.

You should write more, I feel. This is so superior to the vast majority of what is written for this fandom and you have them completely in character and wrote about believable and beautiful little moments that are quintessentially Dwangela and avoided clichés and charicatures and yeah. I loved this.

Posted by: gtt (gone to tumblr) (sunshine_hippie)
Posted at: June 13th, 2008 11:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Office Romance, Dwight/Angela, can't stop this thing we've started, PG.

Awww, I aww'd out loud when I read can I kiss you again please?
Like, THAT'S ADORABLE!
This is so appropriate and it could've totes been like this.

AND AWESOME USE OF THE PROMPT IN THE LAST LINE!
It doesn't even sound like it's a prompt!

I love this comm.
And I love this drabble :D

Posted by: shoutoutout (shoutoutout)
Posted at: June 19th, 2008 06:59 pm (UTC)
Carte Blanche - But Not Really, Dwight/Angela, public affair, PG

Dwight finds himself kissing the Amazon and enjoying it. It has been long, so long, since he has felt the press of a female's lips on his and he cannot help but think of what tall children he and she would produce. The Schrutes will certainly gain an inch or two from her genes and he relishes the thought.

She tastes of some fruity drink that probably had a paper umbrella in it and he cannot remember the last time he has tasted a kiss that wasn't medicated chapstick and throat lozenges.

He feels her hungry hands on his back and he returns with equal fervor but the neck that has been conditioned to stoop low while kissing starts to ache from reaching up and he has to pull away for a second.

The club smells nothing like the slow burn of a Yankee Candle or old wood finishing and instead reeks of hard liquor and deodorant. Dwight swallows and they resume kissing, his hand creeping up the North Eastern Regional Champion's thigh. The hollow echo of some song about sex is far different than the quiet hum of Antiques Roadshow and his mind slips back to those comfortable Saturday afternoons when she would pet the purring cat in her lap as he'd kiss her hair and remark on the craftsmanship of some mahogany davenport desk.

He is reminded that this is, in fact, a public affair when some drunkard's beer is spilled on the seat next to him. When Dwight opens his eyes he almost expects to see throw pillows stitched with cats in Santa hats thrown passionately to the floor. Instead it is only the college student with her lecherous grin and she takes out his cell phone and programs her number into it.

When they leave the club, Dwight feels like a movie star. A few streetlights flicker and the line to get in still winds down the block, women lined up like in a slave auction. He can feel all of their eyes on him, drawn in by the documentary crew and he shakes off the one clinging to his arm.

No, he's not going to call her. She is too young, the club is too loud, and his chest is too empty. He has obligations to Michael, to Dunder Mifflin, and calling her would just detract from duties. He was never one for such an overt relationship.

Besides, Olivia's number now sits right below Noelle's on his contact list and... well, there are a few things that even Dwight K. Schrute is not capable of.

Posted by: loudxmusic (loudxmusic)
Posted at: June 20th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
Warm Whispers, Dwight/Angela, beet farm, PG
office l l likes her a lot

On sunny days, she loved his beet farm.

They would sit on the porch, and eat beet salad and he would insist that she wear a straw hat, as to not burn her fair skin.

They could talk for hours, about almost anything. When they were alone, he always talked a lot. She loved listening to him talk, he was so smart.

When there were no more words, she would snugle up against him, and rest her tiny body against his large one. She always felt safe in his arms. Sometimes, the warm breeze would gently blow stray strands of hair, and with the most gentle of hands, he would tuck the blonde pieces behind her ear. He had the softest hands from the home-made soap he created with beet extract. She never thought it would work, but it did.

Standing in front of Micheal's desk, mindlessly informing him on recenet branch expenses, Angela could see the sun shining down on the parking lot, and she remembers her favorite nights at the beet farm. They seemed like a lifetime ago.


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