#jim and pam tickle fic

[sillyfeathers]

Care (Jim & Pam x Reader)

Care Characters: Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly, reader Summary: With the end of a Dunder Mifflin internship came time lost, zero experience, and two new friends who have had more of an impact on your life than you realised. Warnings: fluff, implied ‘bad’ home life Words: 1242

A/N: this is part 3 of my Jim/Pam series, prompted by @simplyfluffyfics​! (A little heavy on the sweetness, my apologies if it’s too much)

“Y/N! Hi!”

You didn’t quite get a response out before a baby was deposited into your arms, and you bit back a grin at the state of the Beesly-Halpert house as you entered.

Cradling Cece, you headed into the living room, having done this routine 100 times before. No matter whether it was last-minute or had been planned for months, whenever Jim and Pam asked you to babysit, there was a fair bit of chaos involved.

You sat down on the sofa, rocking Cece in your arms. Jim entered moments later, his tie slung over one arm and a handful of baby toys in the other.

“Thanks for coming at such short notice,” he said. “I honestly thought Andy would never be allowed to perform in local theatre again.”

“Are you kidding? I’m always happy to,” you hummed, grinning down at the perfect little baby in your arms. You’d always suspected that their kids would turn out to be annoyingly perfect.

After your summer internship at Dunder Mifflin had ended, you’d left that weird few months of your life behind — except for Jim and Pam. They’d pretty much been the one good thing to come out of your time there, and so here you were. A year and a half later, being their on-call babysitter for Cece Halpert.

“Are you sure this is okay? We really don’t have to go,” you heard Pam from over your shoulder, and chuckled.

“Trust me, I would’ve done anything to get out of my house tonight.” Your voice faltered slightly, and Pam slowed in her movements.

You cleared your throat, not liking the feeling that was settling over the room. “Plus, I wouldn’t dare deprive you of seeing Scranton’s most talented actor on stage,” you added, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Go, have fun.”

You saw Jim exchange a familiar look with Pam over your head. She quickly dropped beside you, pressing a kiss to Cece’s forehead, then yours. You wrinkled your nose in fake disgust, smiling as they hurried out the door.

They arrived home at about 10pm, Cece long asleep and you curled up on their sofa, watching reruns of Boy Meets World. You hardly noticed them come in until the sofa cushions either side of you shifted. You just about jumped out of your skin, looking between the couple who had apparently appeared out of thin air in a mix of amusement and frustration.

“You did that on purpose,” you grumbled, sitting back. They laughed, not even trying to deny it.

“What, you through having a baby would make Jim ‘grow out’ of pranks?” Pam teased. “He has to get his fix somehow.” You rolled your eyes, going to turn the TV off, but Jim grabbed your wrist.

“I need my eyes to be cleansed after seeing what I just saw,” he explained, his voice dramatically pained. You giggled, raising your eyebrows.

“That bad?”

“There was no ‘bird’ this time, so that’s a plus.”

Now, you descended into your favourite part of these nights — just sitting and chatting with Jim and Pam. What with Scranton’s range of people being fairly small, they were kind of your only friends here outside school.

The conversation ended back on pranks, and you were struggling to keep your laughter quiet enough as to not wake Cece.

“I swear, the next time I’m going into work late I’m gonna ask him to pretend to be me,” Jim grinned, clearly proud of his plan.

“Okay, but any photos on either of your desks, you have to retake them with him in it,” you spluttered. “And you have to film it!”

You turned back to Pam as you said this, catching her mid-eye roll. You scoffed.

“I think she’s mocking us, Halpert,” you mused, tilting your head. Pam raised her eyebrows.

“She acts as if she’s so above it all,” Jim added, his smile adding an affectionate tone to his words. “But she loves pranking Dwight just as much as I do.”

“That’s because it’s Dwight. He deserves it.”

“Hold on, I seem to recall the both of you dolling out a fair share of pranks to me,” you said, defensive.

“That was because you were new,” Pam replied. “And it was hardly a prank — look at us now!” She smiled, and while you could have ended the ordeal there, the relationship the three of you had didn’t exactly come about by ending things when they should have been ended.

“Who would’ve known I’d be suffering the consequences over a year later,” you muttered. You didn’t need to look up to know the expressions of fake-hurt that they were surely both bearing.

“I seem to remember a particular prank,” Jim said under his breath. Now you kind of wished you’d stopped.

Anticipating what was to come, you leaned forward, making to leave the sofa — but Jim was ready, and his hands easily found their way to your waist. The moment his fingers curled, you fell back into the sofa, unwilling to put up such a tough fight for a tender moment.

“Jim!” you laughed, his hands scribbling up your sides to pinch at your ribs. You couldn’t help but squirm, and his year and a half of experience was evident as he kneaded his thumbs under your arms, sending you into hysterics.

“Sorry, Y/N, you insult my wife, this is what you get,” he said, shrugging in apparent oblivion to your laughter.

“I was insuhuhulting you tohohoo!” you managed, challenging his smirk with a (less-voluntary) one of your own.

“My mistake,” Jim continued, unphased. “Pam Beesly-Halpert, will you defend my honour?”

“Gladly,” came the hum from behind, and before you could get in a word of protest, another pair of hands found your stomach, nails trailing across to your sides and swirling against your hips. A mumbled mess of various curses was all you could direct to Pam.

“This is so much wohohorse,” you giggled breathlessly, Pam’s tickly fluttering alongside Jim’s ruthless tickles to your ribs driving you half-insane. Your head tilted back to meet Pam’s eyes, her grin almost as wide as yours. You held her gaze as you snorted, a sense of frantic joy and peace written across both your faces.

Having you apologise was unrealistic, so they eventually let up. 6 months ago, in this same position, you remembered curling up, pushing them away until you calmed down. But now? Now, you just lay there, chest heaving and smiling wide.

You stayed like that for a little while longer — you didn’t really know how long. You were almost starting to doze off when realisation struck.

“Um, I should get going,” you said, getting to your feet.

“Oh...yes, of course, let me get the money.” Jim went to grab his wallet, but this time, it was your hand on his wrist.

“You don’t need to pay me. You guys...this...you’ve already ‘paid’ me, you know?” You shifted, unnecessarily uncomfortable in the place you so desperately wanted to call your second home.

Jim just nodded. He knew when not to press. You said your goodbyes, and the two walked you to your car.

“Y/N, you don’t have to come over just to babysit,” Pam said softly. “We care about you, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

A squeeze to your shoulder, a hand closing the car door. Security, care you couldn’t find elsewhere.

You’d never felt more grateful for a summer internship.

[miss-vanman-sam]

The Office Ler Headcanons

Jim Halpert

Hoo boy, we are starting off strong here with probably the most teasy Ler at Dunder Mifflin

Rlly rlly playful with his lees, like, 99% of the time he’ll have you giggling before he’s even started

Likes to give the lee a few seconds head start before he takes after them with his lanky ass legs and, lets be honest, there’s no way anyone can outrun him

When he catches you he’ll take you down to floor and say something along the lines of “Ah ah ah! Where d’you think you’re going, huh?” And feign offence that you’d try to run from him

AIR TICKLES

“Wow! You’re laughing a lot today, aren’t ya? What’s so funny, huh?”

Doesn’t pin his lee down very often, he much prefers to see them flop about like a fish

Also really likes quick playful tickles just in passing

Like, you’ll be sitting at your desk or in the break room and he’ll poke your side as he walks past with a shit-eating grin on his face

Occasionally, if he’s feeling VERY EVIL, he’ll casually ask Pam to come help and they’ll just make normal conversation while ABSOLUTELY WRECKING YOU

When he senses his lee has had enough, he’ll ruffle their hair and give them a hand up - maybe giving their ribs one more squeeze for good measure ☺️

Pam Beesley

SUCH A SWEET LER AHHHH

Always strikes when she knows her victim won’t be able to escape

So you’ll be at your desk, and she’ll come over and trap you against your chair with one arm while the other is making short work of your neck and sides ~

While you’re struggling to get out of her hold she’ll be like “What’s up? Have you got somewhere to be? Well, I checked your schedule and it seems to be pretty empty to me~”

Always gives her lee breaks just to make sure they can breathe properly, plus she thinks it’s really cute when the lee carries on giggling after she’s stopped

Will mainly tickle of the Lee has A) been cheeky to her/Jim

Or B) they just seem like they need a good laugh

If you’re particularly hellbent of trying to escape, she’ll just call her giant of a husband over to help keep you still enough

“Honey, they’re being difficult. Would you mind assisting me?”

Asks if you’re okay after she’s done, and helps you to fix your hair/clothes if they’ve gotten messed up

Dwight Schrute

Oh lord, where do I start with this guy?

He’s not gonna be all playful and happy when he’s tickling you- if anything he can be kinda intimidating

Will mainly use tickles to get back at people for pranks and to force an apology out of them

Uses his knowledge of marshal arts to take his victim down and pin them

“I’ll give you one last chance, are you going to apologise to me? No? Well, I guess you’ve left me no choice. Prepare to meet your doom”

HES SO SERIOUS WHILE HES WRECKING YOU WTF

He doesn’t really tease, he just casually comments on your ticklishness and how weak you are

Also, doesn’t do gentle tickles. When he gets you HE WILL DESTROY YOU

“You see, being ticklish is a useful defence mechanism to defend the most vulnerable points of the body, take the belly for example. Allow me to demonstrate” *WRECKS U*

Won’t stop tickling you until you tap out or shout ‘uncle’ - even after he’s stopped he’ll still hold you with his fingers wiggling until you provide what he deems an ‘acceptable apology’

“God, you’re so weak. Do you know how easy it was to take you down?”

Wont really check on you after he’s finished or even offer you a hand up

HOWEVER

“You have fought gallantly today. I commend you on your efforts.”

(I have such a big t-word crush on him asghjnbb)

[tickle-fic-chick]

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I have a long list of prompts and ideas. Which would you guys prefer to see as my next fic?

A Princess Bride fic with Inigo tickling Westley.

A One Tree Hill fic with Lucus and Nathan tickling Haley.

A Marvel tickle fic with Tony tickling Bruce.

A Hamilton fic where Washington tickles Hamilton.

A Descendants fic where Jay tickles Harry.

An Office tickle fic featuring a Jim and Pam tickle fight.

[tonyspep]

we made these memories for ourselves

a/n: soooooooooo thanks to the wonderful rocketrhap4229 i decided to combine my latest fic ideas into one. originally i was going to do richard as a dad and then one where he and his bride runaway from their big fancy wedding like jim and pam did in season six of the office in episodes niagra part one and two. instead, i put both ideas together and here we are. for the “you” aka mia i imagined gemma chan who's going to be in the eternals with richard this fall.

~*~we made these memories for ourselves~*~

pairing: richard madden/you

summary: when you're overwhelmed by planning your wedding, richard has the brilliant idea of whisking you away and creating memories just the two of you and your daughters

rating: t

As the date to your wedding drew closer and closer, you found yourself running more and more ragged. You were seriously regretting not listening to Rose who had kindly offered the services of the wedding planner she and Kit had used. It's not that you weren't adverse to taking advantage of what Richard's celebrity had to offer, you loved getting pampered and dolled up before his premieres and such, but this was your wedding.

And while you (obviously) had no experience planning a wedding, you were determined to do it yourself.

You didn't want some stranger – as impolite as that may sound – handling the most important day of your life with Richard. You wanted everything to be perfect, but you didn't realize how much work went into making sure everything was perfect. From seating charts to choosing the church to handling the fittings not just for your dress and your daughters flower girl dresses but for your bride's maids and his groomsmen and the tasting for the food and cake, you didn't know how you found a moment to breathe, and things were only getting more hectic as the day drew closer.

“Hey,” There was Richard's familiar brogue in your ear while you sat at your vanity and as his fingers slid through the grooves of yours, pulling you to your feet, you clung to him like you had during those first frantic months Millie had been born and you were so afraid you were a horrible mother because you could not get her to sleep.

You couldn't stop the floodgates; the stress of it all finally catching up with you and your whole body shook in the strength of his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I'm sorry,” You murmured, pulling away as you furiously rubbed at your eyes, willing the tears to stop.

You hated yourself for crying over something as trivial as wedding planning, no matter how important it actually was. You reminded yourself how blessed you were to have the life you did and that you shouldn't have been crying at all, despite everything that had been weighing you down these past few months.

Richard had done his best to help, but the fact that Marvel was even giving him time off from filming to give you the spring wedding you had always longed for, was more than most studios would have done so he was sometimes pulling doubles to get as much of his scene work done as he could.

“Talk to me,” His crystal blue eyes boring into yours and the genlte tone of his voice almost had you spiraling again, the familiar saline sting starting all over, but you steadied yourself. You felt your lip wobble slightly, another sob desperate to escape, but you shoved it down. “I'm fine,” You assured, waving your hand dismissively. “How many stories did it take before Bella finally went to sleep?”

You didn't want to talk about what was really bothering you, so you turned the subject to your youngest daughter. Though, your oldest Millie looked more like Richard, it was two year old Bella who had your husband wrapped around her finger. One tiny tremor of her bottom lip or pleading bat of her obscenely long lashes and he was a puddle, and it was much worse when he would return after being gone filming for long periods of time.

“Mia,” He's nearly pleading, his large hand cupping the sculpted plane of your cheek to keep you looking straight into his too-perfect-too-beautiful eyes, and you crumble because what else can you do?

“I didn't,” Unable to keep the floodgates at bay like you hoped you would be, and you begin to full on sob once more. “Think it would be this hard. I should have,” A few hiccups here and there, and you don't fight being pulled into the safety of his strong arms, your own winding around his neck so you can anchor yourself against his sturdy frame. “Listened to Rose,” A brief bout of laughter. “She was right, you know? I don't know why I thought I could do this. I've never planned anything except your surprise thirty first birthday and even then, your sisters did most of the work. I just didn't want some,” Several more hiccups escape as you try to regulate your breathing. “Stranger,” You sigh, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Planning the most important, the most special day of our lives. The girls already think you're Prince Charming and I'm supposed to be the beautiful Princess and it's just a mess.”

“Oh, darling,” A warm chuckle underneath his brogue as he shakes his head, fond smile you know so well curling at his plush lips. “Is that what all this fuss is about? Don't you know by now, Mia Elizabeth Wu, I'd marry you anywhere? If our little terrors weren't fast asleep, I'd marry you right now just as you are in this very becoming dressing gown,” His voice goes low as he slips his other hand, that's not holding your cheek, underneath the hem of your silk robe an indulgence from early on in your relationship before two beautiful little girls and diamond rings and future in-laws and such, when you would jet here and there and everywhere just because, packing nothing but bikinis and lacy teddies.

“And don't you know?” He continues, bending his head so it falls forward into the curve of your neck. His teeth nip at that spot where your shoulder meets your collarbone, his lips sooth the nip, taking care of your decolatage and it takes everything for you not to moan, he's always known just what to do to you. “You are the beautiful Princess. One more beautiful than I deserve. Tonight, I'll show you that you are.”

“Richard,” His name tumbling breathlessly off your lips. “But you must be quiet, lovely,” Husky and low against your lips. “If not, I'll have to take this tie off your dressing gown and bound these pretty little wrists and I quite like your hands all over me.”

It still amazed you after two children how he could leave you so thoroughly satisfied, that years later he was still able to leave you as breathless as ever and that even now he was discovering new ways to bring you to the brink and fall over the edge. You were a tangle of arms and legs, his fingers lingering along your spine before dipping past the dimple at your back to grab a handful of your right cheek, hiking your leg further up his hip and you laugh as he nips and bites at your lips before drawing them into a proper kiss.

It's soft and warm, everything you longed for as a little girl, his tongue leisurely melding with yours until your panting all over again.

“Better now?” His voice rough and deep, making a shudder roll through your practically boneless frame. “Better now,” You whisper back, your forehead resting against his. “Don't tell Rose,” You say as your eyes begin to close. “She was right. I'll never hear the end of it.”

“Your secret's safe with me,” He assures, chuckling before he presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

~*~*~*~

There are two things you don't have to plan and that makes you ever so grateful, your own Hen Night and Richard's Stag Night. You could feel a headache coming on, as you sipped at your customary cup of lavender tea the next morning, just from the thought of it. Though, you took comfort in knowing Alfie wasn't in charge of the planning and that Kit had taken the reigns, assuring you your fiancee` would be back to you in one piece.

Of course Emilia who had immediately bonded with your younger sister, Charlotte, had not made the same promise to Richard. You, briefly, shuddered from the thought of them along with Rose, Gwendolyn and your gaggle of girlfriends from your days at Grayford and then Cambridge all at your door forcing you into some garish sash and tiara while they kidnapped you – basically – with the intentions of taking you somewhere you didn't know. You hoped you would only end up at Emilia's or Rose's and the living room would just be decorated in hot pink crepe paper streamers while every bit of penis paraphanalia in London surrounded all of you.

But you doubted they would plan something so tame.

You laughed softly to yourself as you shook your head and took another sip of your tea.

You didn't want to look at your phone – who knows how many messages you had already – but your day would have to start soon enough, after all you didn't know when those loons would decide to kidnap you. Or when you would receive a text from Alfie that he and the boys were planning on whisking Richard away and not to put up a fight.

Just as you were about to turn and reach for your kettle, an exicted squeal of “Mama!” turned your attention to the kitchen's doorway and there was a very happy Bella squirming inside Richard's arms, her own chubby limbs stretching as she tried to reach for you. You returned her excited squeal with one of your own, “Bella!” which made her giggle as you did grabby hands before reaching her and Richard in three easy strides.

You bent forward to nuzzle your nose against hers and tickled her wonderfully round tummy before plucking her out of Richard's arms and into your own. “Mama,” Soft as her tiny hand moved around your face, squeezing your nose and you laughed, knowing she wanted to play.

“No Eskimo kiss for me, darling?” Richard doing his best to sound put out and you shook your head before leaning over to nuzzle noses with him as well.

Then came the sound of rushing feet, which meant a certain someone was about to come rushing at your legs, not wanting Bella to have all of the attention. You were prepared for the speeding blur that was your oldest daughter to come rushing at you, but you weren't prepared at all for what Millie was wearing. Your eyes went wide at the sight of her in her flower girl's dress, which made you look at Bella in your arms and you found her wearing her dress as well.

“Richard...” You started to say, but Millie's small voice interrupted you. “Daddy, how come Mama isn't dressed, too?”

“Dressed, too?” You asked, your eyes narrowing sharply in the direction of your fiancee`, your lips forming the familiar thin line they always did when you were struggling to show just how upset you were, a habit both you and your sister had inherited from your mother.

And in that moment, you realized Richard was standing in your kitchen wearing the white tuxedo you requested him to wear for the wedding. It was identical to the one he had worn at Cannes for the Rocketman premiere, the one you very much adored. Though, he could tell you were upset and confused, he still approached you with that so hard to resist and ever so charming smile on his plush lips. He reached for your hand, careful not to jostle Bella who was still nestled in the crook of your arm and brought your knuckles to his lips just like he had when he introduced himself to you at the Dolce and Gabana show all those years before.

Like always you couldn't help but shudder. Bella may have had him wrapped around her finger, but you had been wrapped around his the moment you met.

“Say yes to running away with me,” He murmured huskily into your ear, his teeth briefly tugging at your earlobe before he soothed the bite with his lips, then he trailed them down the elegant curve of your neck, taking special care of that spot he knew so well. “To being the beautiful Princess Millie and Bella know you are.”

“Are you...” You couldn't form the words, your voice trailing away as you felt tears spring to your eyes. “Rich....”

“Shhh,” He pressed his thumb to your lips, halting your inevitable protest. “We can still have the wedding everyone expects. Nothing will change, except we'll have this, something that's just for ourselves and the girls.”

The romantic in you couldn't help but swoon. You had never imagined yourself as the type to run away and get married, you were more like the Monica Gellar type who had been obsessing over your wedding since your were a little girl. You bit down on your lip, twisting the flesh between your teeth and then there was Bella's voice in your ear, “Mama wear dress, too?”

The hopeful look in her warm brown eyes made you melt. A soft hiccup escaped your trembling lips as you nodded shakily, taking in an unsteady breath as you pressed a kiss to her soft dark hair and whispered, “Yeah, Mama's going to wear a dress, too. Yes, she is.”

“Mia...” Now Richard's tone was shaky, his crystalline eyes just as hopeful as Bella's had been. “Yes,” You assured, your voice louder than before. “Yes, Richard Madden I'll runaway with you.”

Even with Bella in your arms, the two of you shared a heady kiss, your head spinning when he finally pulled away after briefly letting your tongues tangle. He easily took Bella from your arms, throwing her up in the air and then catching her easily as she howled with laughter. Millie rushed toward the pair, not wanting to be left out and you shot your fiancee` a withering glare over your shoulder before you retreated back to your room, silently warning him not to ruin the girls' dresses. They would still need them for the wedding you had been slaving away for as well.

~*~*~*~

Briefly, you panicked about what you would wear. Your dress – unlike the girls' dresses wasn't here – you still had at least two more fittings to go through to ensure it was absolutely perfect. Then you remembered how you had requested Richard wear the white tux and as if he was behind you, your senses assaulted by his heady scent of verbena and musk, you remembered him going into your side of the closet and pulling out his own request. It was the dress you had worn on your very first date, a simple silk charmeuse slip dress in a deep green by Dior that the fashion house dubbed as holly.

He confessed– after you had been together for months – he had seen you wear the dress on the runway for the famed French fashion house and thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He had been too nervous to talk to you then, only introducing himself to you at the Dolce show because his friends had given him such a roe about it. You had found him handsome, of course, but more so he was utterly endearing; fumbling and wringing his hands and biting his lip.

yes, you thought, soft smile blooming across your lips, this is the one.

~*~*~*~

i'm speechless

staring at you standing there in that dress

what it's doing to me ain't a secret

cause watching you is all that i can do

“speechless” - dan + shay

Keeping a four year old and a two year old from ruining their beautiful dresses was easier said than done. Especially his squirmy little monkey Bella. Mille had, more or less, settled down happily munching on her favorite snack of butter cookies and strawberry jam that managed to only cover her cherubic face and thankfully nothing else. Richard had been just about ready to surrender and take Bella back upstairs and put her pajamas back on until they were literally almost ready to leave and then he heard the familiar trills of your soft laughter. He breathed a sigh of relief, ready to question how you could handle them for days on end alone when he – apparently – couldn't do so for all of twenty minutes, when every word died on his tongue.

You were wearing the dress. At least that's what he called it in his own head, anyway.

You told him most models didn't get to keep the clothes they walked the runways in, but sometimes they got lucky. The first night he stripped you of this very silk slip dress, he told you it was him who got lucky.

That dress had followed the two of you from your flat downtown to his newly purchased Hidden Hills home in Los Angeles to both of your childhood homes and finally the sprawling cottage in the Essex countryside where you would raise the girls.

He'd pulled the straps down with his teeth, then raised them again after you had stumbled from the closet at his parents anniversary party, he had slipped his hand underneath the hem teasing you the first time he met your parents for dinner. He let you slip it from your own body only once... After the worst fight you ever had, you threatening to walk all the way back to your own flat – even in your strappy delicate golden heels – and after words he promised – the first time he had ever promised anything so fiercely – that he would never let you go.

He had been so careful of the dress when you whispered in his ear after Kit and Rose's wedding that you were pregnant again and soon the two of you would have your hands full with another little girl.

“Mia...” Your name heavy on his tongue as his mouth parts and he can't stop from licking his suddenly dry lips.

“You wore the white tux for me,” Your voice heady in his ear, your lips teasing his ear and throat like his had done to you. “There was nothing else that I could wear for you.”

and i'm speechless

you already know that you're my weakness

after all this time i'm just as nervous

every time you walk into the room

i'm speechless

~*~*~*~*~

You couldn't stop your eyes from flooding with tears as Richard stared deeply into yours while saying his vows, ending them with, “And yet I wish but for the thing I have; my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”

Though, you ended up forgoing graduate school to model, you still remembered those words from the late night cramming sessions over Shakespeare as an undergraduate at Cambridge. You always thought those words from Romeo to Juliet were beautiful, maybe the most beautiful in the whole play and for a brief moment you thought you might be dreaming, that you would be woken up by two little girls pouncing on you or Richard's lips latching here and there, but you weren't.

His hand shook as he slid the beautiful sterling silver band over your knuckle, kissing the finger after he secured it against your engagement ring and you released the breath you didn't even know you had been holding.

The Justice made his pronouncement and then Richard gently took your face in his hands and your lips touched, so soft and warm, and like always you tasted forever.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Omg that's awesome!!!! Could you write a fic where Pam finds out Jim is tickling and she tickles him around the office and Dwight finds out and jim is utterly doomed because Dwight is the best at tickling 😶 thank you so muuuuch!!!!

I can definitely do this for you :D

[sillyfeathers]

Overtime (Jim & Pam x Reader)

Overtime Prompt: I was just wondering if you could write for the show more, maybe doing a part 2 for making copies? / Do you think you could write a platonic ler Jim Halpert x reader fic? I think I would die of happiness. Maybe a continuation of the Pam fic? Characters: Pam Beesly, Jim Halpert, reader (all platonic) with a mention of Michael and Erin. Summary: Working late as an intern for a paper company was definitely not the way you wanted to spend your Friday night, but lucky for you, your friends are just as bored. Warnings: fluff, slight profanity Words: 1402

A/N: The prompts above were both from anons, so I hope this finds you! I finished rewatching The Office the other night and inspiration definitely struck, so I hope you enjoy <3

You probably should have accounted for Jim, though.

That was the last thought that flashed through your head before you felt a poke to your side, and you didn’t think, you just ran.

You knew, logically, you couldn’t outrun tall, lanky, Jim, but you might as well try, right?

“Whoa, is she okay?” You heard Kelly’s voice from behind you, and you dared to turn around, drawing to a halt. 

Instead of seeing an ever-advancing Jim Halpert, you instead saw him and Pam grinning ear to ear, not having moved a muscle since you took off.

You glanced around the parking lot, seeing that everyone was now watching you with bewildered expressions.

“Yeah, um, I – I just remembered, I have an assignment due tonight.”

“In the middle of summer –?”

“Yes, Jim, in the middle of summer.” You shot him the most annoyed look you could muster, and refused to look back at any of them as you left in a hurry.

Turns out, you were going to wish he’d got it over and done with. The next two weeks of your life looked like they were going to be living hell – as if spending your summer working at a paper company with an incompetent boss and a really annoying desk-mate wasn’t enough, you were now looking over your shoulder every minute.

In all honesty, and this was never something you would’ve admitted to anyone in a million years...by the end you began to realise it wasn’t so bad.

While the past couple of weeks had been mildly terrifying, Pam and Jim had taken a genuine liking to you. They’d taken time to get to know you: hanging out in the break room, saving you a seat in the conference room – Jim had even got you in on a prank he was pulling on Dwight (it was hilarious, and definitely worth the 4 hours of work you had to catch up on). 

And so, a mere fortnight after the perilous parking lot incident, you found yourself not hating the fact that you had to stay late on a Friday with Jim, Pam, Michael and Erin.

It was just some inventory stuff, and the accounting department had basically begged you to take on their part. All in the name of ‘invaluable experience’, which you knew was bullshit, but you didn’t have anything better to do...so there you were.

“Hey, Y/N, come here a second?” Pam called you from the break room, and you happily abandoned the work, sauntering over.

She invited you to sit down, and you noticed Jim by the vending machine. You tilted your head, a little confused.

“Y/N, I would say we’ve bonded rather well over the past two weeks, wouldn’t you?” Jim sat down across from you, a pensive expression on his face. “One would even dare say we’ve become friends?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess,” you stammered, unsure of what direction this was heading. Were they going to berate you? Fire you? Invite you to a dinner party? “We just wanted to make sure you’re okay with that. Us...being your friends,” Pam chimed in. 

“Of course – is there a reason I shouldn’t be?” you asked.

“No, we just wanted to really, really, make sure,” Jim replied, and as he spoke, he rose from his seat and started to walk nonchalantly towards you, Pam following behind.

As if he’d hit a switch, the memories of two weeks ago came rushing back. You jumped to your feet, blanching.

“Wahahait,” you giggled, curling in on yourself. “Don’t even think about it.”

It was two against one, and you all knew that if they decided to attack, you would have no way of escaping. All the same, you didn’t make a run for it.

“We know it gets boring around here some...well, all of the time,” Jim said. “We thought we could make it a little more interesting.”

Right when you thought you were done for, they both stopped, looking expectantly at you. You bit your lip. I mean, it was mind-numbingly boring...and they were your friends...so maybe they had a point.

Before you could change your mind, you narrowed your eyes and nodded. “Okay.”

You didn’t get a second to think before they pounced, trapping you in a corner almost immediately.

Jim’s fingers latched onto your sides, scribbling up and down, while Pam curled hers around your neck, making your shoulders scrunch up.

“Noho!” you squealed, giggles pouring from your lips. Jim’s squeezing and poking combined with Pam’s light, feathery touches had you a squirming mess in a matter of seconds, and you could tell they were taking pride in that.

“No? We’ve hardly started!” Jim teased, and you managed to squeeze in a sarcastic groan between your giggles – which was quickly silenced by a pinch to your knee.

You slid down the wall, batting at their hands, your skin, every bit of you that was alive with ticklish electricity. Jim crawled his fingers up your sides, venturing dangerously close to your underarms.

“Should I do it, hun?” he asked Pam, who had made herself busy with seeing which part of your knee made you jerk the most.

“Might as well do it now, I don’t think she can take much more,” Pam teased, smiling affectionately as your face heated up.

“Stohohop,” you giggled breathlessly, your half-hearted tugging against his grip having no real impact. Jim raised an eyebrow, and you held your breath in anticipation, still squirming from Pam’s nails scratching at your knee.

But then, he pulled away, as did Pam, leaving you to sink into a heap on the floor.

“Alright.”

You tilted your head up at Jim, your chest heaving. “Huh?”

He and Pam exchanged a look. “We don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, so, get back out there,” Pam said, offering you her hand. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed – as embarrassing as it may be, it was the most fun you’d had in ages. You bit your lip, but got to your feet, grinning sheepishly at the two as you headed back to the office.

“Unless, of course, you’d rather not.” Jim piped up from behind you, and you turned around slowly.

“I mean, we won’t judge.”

You eyed the door to the annex behind them. “Only if you can catch me.”

Before they had time to pounce, you ducked under Jim’s arm and bolted for the door. You heard two pairs of footsteps in close pursuit, and preemptive giggles spluttered out as you looked for a place to run to. 

Try as you might, it was literally just an office, and you soon found yourself cornered between walls and desks.

Pam’s face split into a huge grin when she saw you, wasting no time in running forward and scribbling her hands up your sides. You shrieked, caught off guard, and you were very glad there was a break room separating you from Michael and Erin.

Jim was not far behind, and you hardly had time to cry out a “WAIT!” before you were once again pinned into a corner, Pam gently holding your hands back while Jim crawled his fingers up under your arms – and that was the last straw. You exploded into squirmy, loud laughter, practically melting into the floor, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth split into a huge smile.

Pam let your hands go soon after, and you recoiled, slapping at Jim and sinking into breathless giggles. The two smiled affectionately between themselves, and then at you, as you got to your feet, grinning sheepishly.

“We never speak of this,” you mumbled. Jim raised his eyebrow. “Well -”

He was cut off by Pam gently hitting him on the shoulder. “We won’t, Y/N, don’t worry.”

You caught a glimpse of movement in your peripheral vision, and your heart dropped.

“Shit -” you pointed at a cameraman who was hiding quite well behind a plant.

“I thought there weren’t supposed to be any here tonight!” Despite having enjoyed yourself, you were now beginning to regret it - this was meant to have been completely private. 

The two sensed your concern, and without hesitation, Pam squeezed your hand as Jim started over towards the offending plant (or rather the person cowering behind it).

Pam pulled you into a hug, and you relaxed.

“We’ll take care of it.”

[sillyfeathers]

Making Copies (Pam Beesly x Reader)

Making Copies Prompt: “You know what, nevermind.” / “I said I’ll do it!” Characters: Pam Beesly, reader (platonic) ft. Jim Halpert Summary: A two month internship at Dundler Mifflin wasn’t exactly how you pictured your summer going, but at least you have office superstar Ryan Howard by your side...right? Warnings: fluff, implied profanity Words: 797

A/N: cards on the table, I wrote this in about 40 minutes and have not done a proper check for errors, so I apologise in advance. I tried my best to create a mother/daughter vibe with this one, I love Jim and Pam SO MUCH and I would for sure be open to writing a part 2 with this storyline. I’m rambling – enjoy!

It was about 2 weeks into your (un-paid) internship at Dunder Mifflin, and right now, the only thing that was keeping your 17-year-old brain sane was Ryan Howard. You’d been eating lunch with him everyday, hearing about his latest endeavour – WUPHF.com – and he’d been giving you plenty of reliable advice about the rest of the office.

Today, for example, Erin was out of town, so Pam (as Ryan had predicted) had reluctantly stepped up to answer calls at reception. You didn’t really know Pam that well – you didn’t really know anyone apart from Ryan and Kelly – and what with having adopted a similar attitude as those two, it was really no surprise that you were striding confidently up to reception to get Pam to make some copies.

“Hey, Pam, can you make these copies for me?”

She glanced up at you, her eyes narrowing.

“No,” she said pointedly. “I’m just answering calls.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. “Seriously? What am I supposed to do?” 

“Make them yourself!” she scoffed.

You hesitated for a moment, but with a cool glare, you walked behind the desk and over to the copier.

Truth be told, this thing was old, and you didn’t really know how to make it work. 

You could feel Pam’s gaze on you from behind, and it was getting on your nerves.

“You know, Ryan said you’d do it,” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh, of course Ryan said that.” The machine was beeping irritably, and she walked up behind you despite herself. You hammered the buttons in quick succession, groaning audibly as she grabbed your wrist in hers.

“Ryan’s cool,” you said, looking sideways at her. “You’re just a stubborn – hey!”

Pam couldn’t have told you why – maybe it was out of habit of petty fights with Jim, or her instinct on resolving problems without harm – but she’d tasered your side, making you jump back in surprise.

“Don’t do that.” You bit your lip.

“Don’t do what? This?” She poked at your stomach, grinning.

“You know what, nevermind, I’ll do it.” You turned your back on her, pressing your lips together.

“Are you sure, though?” Pam mused, and you felt her finger scratching at your side. You stiffened.

“I said I’ll do it!” You could no longer keep your smile at bay as you flinched, your hands balled into fists.

“And I’ll keep you company while you do,” she replied, her voice painfully innocent as her arm locked around your waist. She wiggled her fingers against your stomach, and you spluttered, shaking your head madly as you tried to focus on the copier. But the more time went by, the more fun Pam appeared to be having.

“Here, maybe try this –” She leant forward, pressing a big red button that did nothing but send a huge, flashing, warning screen up. 

“Pam! Not fair!” you hissed, but it didn’t seem to have much effect as she continued to deftly dance her fingers up and down your side.

You let out a shaky, giggly breath, tugging against her grip. She was surprisingly strong, and considering most of your energy was focused on keeping your laughter quiet, it was hardly a fair fight.

“Paham, please stop,” you giggled breathlessly, trying to keep your squeaks and squirming under the radar of everyone else in the office. She only responded by tickling quickly across your ribs, and you clapped a hand over your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut as muffled laughter bubbled out.

“I’ll stop, but you have to promise me one thing,” she said, busying herself with fixing whatever she’d done to the copier. You nodded, scared that if you opened your mouth, the entire office would be alerted to your ticklish predicament.

“You’re a kid. Ryan’s a baby. He basically destroyed the company, and if it wasn’t for Michael he’d be working at a bowling alley. Point is –” She tilted you towards her, unable to stop a smile at your blushing, giggling face – 

“Stop hanging out with Ryan, he’s a jerk.” She gave you a final affectionate squeeze, before handing you the pile of copies and letting you go. You couldn’t scramble out of there fast enough, head ducked to hide the redness that had creeped its way up to your ears.

As you were leaving, you couldn’t help but notice the smirk Pam and Jim had on their faces as they looked at you. When Jim’s gaze averted itself for a second, you glared accusingly at Pam.

“Did you tell him?” you mouthed. She shrugged, wiggling her fingers in the air. Your eyes narrowed, and you made sure you stayed out of her reach as you left the building.

You probably should have accounted for Jim, though.