#jim halpert one shot

[starrgazed22]

LET THE GAME RUN OUR DESTINY

Jim Halpert x fem!reader Word count: 900 words Warnings: Nothing, just fluff, I guess. Summary: You decide to play this game you bought, The Sims 2, to cure your boredom in the office.

Another boring day at Dunder Mifflin’s, but not really.

The camera zooms in on your computer monitor from a distance, revealing you’re playing The Sims 2. You hear a door thud, Michael coming out of the office, and you quickly hide The Sims with your mail.

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(your interview with the camera crew)

“Jim helped me install this game I bought yesterday, called The Sims. It’s so addicting.” Cut. “No, just random characters, that I chose at the start of the game,” you clear your throat. “No one specific.”

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(Jim's separate interview with the crew)

“Yeah, I helped her install it, but if she gets into trouble because of it,” he throws his hand into the air, “I have nothing to do with it.”

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The cameraman pans over to your face, catching you being extremely focused on the game.

Time today goes really slowly, but the game is saving it. Not for Jim though. Jim is so bored, he hasn’t talked to you the whole afternoon because of the game. The game literally sucked you in. He decides to walk over to see what you’re playing. You quickly hide it, acting like nothing just happened. Jim raises his eyebrows.

“What? Nothing,” you try to play it cool.

“Come on, let me see! I am curious what it looks like.” He tries.

You blush a little, pretending you’re going through your mail. “No.”

He looks at you hurt. “Alright then, I’ll go back to boring myself, also known as, doing work.” He playfully grunts.

You chuckle at his joke, minimizing the mail window to play the game again.

After some time, the lunch break comes. You decide not to worry about the game being opened, because no one will go around your desk anyway.

Jim, still on a call with a client, signals you to go ahead, and you walk to the break room first. Jim finishes the call, hanging up the phone. He wants to throw away his Jell-O cup, still from the morning. He goes to the nearest trash can, which is next to your desk. He throws it away, suddenly amazed by something on your desk. He leans to get a closer look at your screen. He smiles to himself.

“She did us in that game. Me and her.” He smiles downwards. “Oh, she said those are random characters?” He chuckles. “What a coincidence.” He stretches all the a’s in the last sentence.

Jim finally comes into the break room, sitting down at the table.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hey, Jim.” You smile at him as you slurp in your noodles.

“So, how are we doing?” He asks casually.

You respond, not getting the secret message behind it. “I’m doing pretty good, did all the calls Michael told me to do.”

“No...” He chuckles. “I meant, how are we doing?” He asks, pointing his head back to the main room.

You look at him, genuinely confused. Suddenly you realize it. You put your head into your palm, covering your eyes in embarrassment.

Jim chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “It’s okay, really,” he reassures you, sensing your embarrassment. “It’s funny. By the way, thanks for making me look like Prince Charming.”

You peek through your fingers, a hint of a smile on your lips. “I might have spent a little too much time on your character,” you admit.

Jim grins, taking a bite of his sandwich. He leans back in the chair, the chair making a small squeak. “Alright, so, what’s our story in The Sims? Are we a family? Colleagues? Maybe lovers?” A small smirk plays on his lips.

You feel your cheeks heating up again. “Well, I didn’t get too far with the storyline yet, but we’re housemates. We live together.”

“Oh, really?” Jim raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Housemates, huh?”

You shrug, trying to act nonchalant. “It just seemed easier than having to switch between two houses all the time, you know. Plus it saves money.”

“Yeah, right,” Jim says with a big amused smile on his lips. He leans forward, his eyes locking with yours.

You stare at him, heart pounding. “What?”

Jim shrugs, still smiling. “What if we let that game decide what we do in real life.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

He chuckles softly. “Whatever happens in the game we have to do. Up for the challenge?”

You feel a smile spreading across your face. “Alright, then.”

Jim’s grin widens. “Great.” He stands up, finishing his sandwich. “Shall the computer decide our destiny.”

You shake your head with a smile, feeling a rush of excitement as you watch Jim leave the room.

You decide to make yourself a cup of coffee before heading back to your desk. You walk up to your desk, stopping in disbelief. You see the screen, the characters stopped in time while they’re kissing. You look over at Jim, who is trying to hold in his laugh, avoiding eye contact. You deduce he did that. But you still feel a bit of blush run over your cheeks.

“Very funny, Jim.” You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile.

“What! You agreed to let it run our destiny.” He shrugs his shoulders at you.

You resume the gameplay, seeing what the characters will do next.

“Wow, they’re heading to bed now,” you announce with sarcastically no emotion.

He bursts out laughing, trying to keep quiet.

Such a dork.

[ibanstro]

Good Dreams

╰┈➤ Jim Halpert x reader | fluff

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Summary :Jim comfort you after a nightmare

TW : fluff, use of y/n, establish relationship, nightmare, reader has hair (no color, length or texture mentioned)

(let me know if there is anything else)

Usually sleeping next to Jim stops the bad dreams from coming, but this week has been horrible and full of stress, and you just couldn't stop the negative thoughts from infesting your sleep.

The clock shows 2:42 when Jim wakes up from your movements. The air in the room is cold, but the blanket protects him from it. The rain is softly hitting against the windows, but your frenetic breathing beats the noise. It takes him a few seconds to realize what is happening. "Love?" he whispers. You can hear his voice from afar as you toss around in bed, eyes shut.

Jim gently shakes your shoulders, "y/n? You need to wake up". Your eyes snap open, your breath heavy, as two arms immediately close around you, "I'm here, you're alright" you hear Jim mumble in your hair. You're not completely out of the nightmare, but his hand gently rubbing up and down your arm helps you reconnect with the present. He doesn't stop murmuring the soothing words "I've got you, I'm here" as he leaves small pecks on the top of your head.

"Take a deep breath", you didn't even realize your breathing was uneven before he talked, but you follow his words and try to take a deep breath. For a few minutes, you just follow the rise and fall of his chest, as a comfortable silence settles in.

When you're breathing like usual, he asks, "you wanna talk about it?", you shake your head as an answer, not trusting your voice. "That's alright. I'm going to get you a glass of water, stay here" he says before kissing your forehead and getting up.

The loss of the warmth of his skin makes you realize how cold it is, you take the blanket, pulling it over you, putting you in a cocoon of comfort. The rain is creating a lullaby, and your eyes slowly close as sleep comes again.

A few minutes later, Jim comes back with a tea in one hand and your favorite snack in the other, when he comes to you, he realizes you fell asleep. As he's admiring you a soft smile appears on his face, he puts the tea and snack on the nightstand and joins you under the blanket. He pulls you into his arms as you cuddle unconsciously against him. The rest of the night was full of good dreams.

Hii this is my first time publishing my writing so I hope you liked it, my requests are open!! Also accept criticism!

! Do not copie, translate or repost on other platform!

[soapshipper]

embarrassingly gullible

in which Jim Halpert dares Eileen Hayward to prank Dwight Schrute, but will he fall for it?

"Uncle Dwight, it's me- Anna Schrute! It's been so long, maybe you can come over to Germany soon and we can have a harvest festival just like old times!"

"I don't know who you are, I don't know why you think this is funny, but there is no one directly related to me with the name Anna Schrute!"

"It's Anna Schrute, Uncle Dwight!"

"Leave me alone, I am completely opposed to harming women but I know karate and I wouldn't be afraid to make an example out of you."

Dwight was fuming from the office break room as he held his mobile close to his ear. His eyes frantically darting around the room to ensure nobody over heard the conversation.

"So you'll come over to Deutschland to make an example of me, Uncle Dwight? Das ist fantastisch! Auf Wiederhören Uncle Dwight!"

"I don't know how you got my number but leave me a-" The line went dead.

***

"I don't know why, and I don't know who, but someone has been calling me on my personal cellphone for the past month claiming to Anna Schrute. My brother has no clue as to who she is, but I' m starting to believe she is my niece... she knows a startling amount!" The camera crew, who had only been at the office for a few days stood behind the camera equipment as Dwight spoke, his mustard yellow top reflected in the view finder of the camera as he flattened down his hair.

"Dwight? Oh yeah he's embarrassingly gullible, I've been calling him directly to his personal phone for the past month telling him I'm his niece Anna Schrute," Eileen smirks as she looks at the camera "Jim bet me twenty bucks that he wouldn't fall for it, but I'm going to be twenty dollars richer soon."

***

Eileen hastily pocketed her phone as Dwight made his way back to his desk and pretends to have just gotten off a sales call as she picked up the receiver phone and put it down as soon as she was in Dwight line of vision. Her eyes met Jim's as his widened and his eyebrows raised as Dwight made himself comfortable in his seat once more.

"So, Dwight," Eileen started- picking at her nails, "what was that all about?"

"Oh just my niece calling from Germany."

***

"Ka-ching!" Eileen held up the twenty dollar bill to camera pulling at it lightly twice from both sides to accentuate that she won the bet. Her dimples were prominent as she grinned.

***

"Ahh, your niece you say? I wasn't aware you had a niece." Eileen raised her eyebrows as she spoke, turning to the side slightly to hide the smirk growing on her face.

"No, I wasn't either- but it truly is a blessing to know of another Schrute. It's good to know that the Schrute name is still being carried." Dwights eyes didn't leave his computer as he typed up an email, his glasses reflected the computer screen in front of him.

Eileen glanced over at Jim giving him a look that said 'this is funny but i feel bad'. The man struggled not to laugh at her cringing face and put a finger up to his lip to make her stay quiet.

"So Dwight, uh- what's her name?" The Halpert man had a dopey grin on his face as a laugh mixed with his words.

"I don't see how that is any of your business..." Dwight muttered as rearranged the papers on his desk, the pile making an obnoxious noise as he hit the stack on the table a paucity of times to make sure they were all in line with each other.

"Oh it really doesn't, I just wanted to take interest in one of my fellow salespersons lives..." He faux innocence as he busied himself with typing on his computer, scratching the back of his neck to add to his act.

"Her name is Anna Schrute, she speaks broken English, she is German, lives in Germany yet is confined to the time zones of Pennsylvania..." He pauses for a moment, before typing something into his computer.

His hand bangs onto the table as he pushes back from his desk and spins on his chair once. He stops and points at the woman in front of him, a glare besmirched on his face.

"You!," he pointed at her "It was you!"

"Huh, what?"

"You're Anna Schrute!"

"No, no- what?!"

"I knew I could hear typing in the background, she sounds exactly like you Eileen!"

"But Anna lives in Germany, was there any background noise- other than the typing?"

"There was traffic sounds- wait." Dwights eyebrows furrowed as he typed something into the computer.

A few silent moments later, everyone in the office can hear the sound of passing cars and the occasional German shout.

"Aw that's what Eileen listens to when she gets stressed," Phyllis began- pointing awkwardly at Dwights computer  "She's stressed quite a lot..."

Eileen sucks her bottom lip in, and clamps her top teeth over it. Pointing her head down, her fringe covers her face but Dwight can still make out her silent laughter through the shake in her shoulders.

"Michael. MICHAEL!," Dwight starts standing from his chair "She's done it again!"

Michael can be seen leaving his chair, pinching his forehead as he approached his office door.

Dwight grins, exposing his teeth, and turns back to Eileen.

"You're fired! You are so fired!"

Their boss gets a hold of the door and pulls it shut much to the amusement of Jim who lets out a quiet 'ha'. Michael then proceeded to shut all the blinds in his office and return back to his desk.

[michaelscottsbreakroom]

Uptight – Jim Halpert

This is just a little cutesy one-shot with our favorite golden retriever: Jim Halpert. I think he needs more writings done with readers or even Pam. Honestly, it would just be fun to read about him more. I kinda wanna do a part 2 on this... idk... I hope you like it!!

Everyone knew Jim Halpert. Jim Halpert knew everyone well enough. He talked to people, smiled and laughed with them, and pranked stuck up asses.

Well… except you…

You were uptight, in a work way. You never slacked off, only took off when you were sick. Which was never.

You sat with Jim and Dwight, usually typing and helping clients set up their paper orders.

Jim thought you were beautiful. So average, so basic, so perfect. Sometimes, he would wonder to himself, as he glanced at you, how different would you act outside of work?

His small friendly crush was a secret to everyone, especially you. Jim knew I’d you found out, his life, with you, would be over. Forever.

Today was a normal day in the office— you working your ass off while Jim annoyed Dwight a little by talking louder than usual.

It annoyed you as well, but you didn’t say anything.

“Anyways” Jim said to nobody on the phone, “I cannot believe that that happened!” He half yelled, making you sigh.

Jim glanced at you, his face falling. You were annoyed. He could tell by the cute frown on your face and the face you were chewing your gum a bit harsher then normal.

“I have to get back to you,” he said quietly, glancing away, “bye,”

Although it was a fake call, he set the phone down.

Glancing over at you, seeing that you were already staring back at him, made his heart flutter softly.

“Thanks,” was all you said to him, the first thing you said to him since yesterday, and soon, the receiver was up to your ear from an incoming call.

Jim felt his heart warm at your cold statement. You were like a cat, he was like a dog. How funny.

——

The rest of the day went by smoothly, in your opinion. The room had finally been put at a comfortable temperature, since some people liked it colder than others.

You looked at the clock and hummed. Exactly five, so you got up and grabbed your old red leather purse and the cardigan you brought.

Without saying goodbye, you pushed in your chair and left the office, hearing scrapes from other people’s desk chairs as they left.

Leaving the reception, when you stepped out the rain that was forecasted earlier had come ten times harder than told in the weather news this morning.

Your umbrella was in your car, which was across the street.

“Oh my gosh…” you whispered angrily to yourself, watching the cloud.

Jim walked out a few seconds behind you, seeing that you were trying to drape your favorite cardigan over your head, now looking rather annoyed.

He could help but smile, seeing he could be the knight in shining armor.

“You want me to walk you?” Jim said to your right. You looked up slightly to see the sweet smile of Jim Halpert, holding a black umbrella in between the two of you.

You hummed, looking down to hide a smile. “Yes, please,” you whispered shamefully, “I didn’t know it was going to rain this hard…”

Jim laughed. “Nor did I. This is Michael’s umbrella,”

You gasped, your eyebrows furrowing. “Jim!” You said, about to tell him off.

With the happiest laugh you heard, Jim started chuckling, showing off his cute lopsided smile.

A warmth bubbled in your stomach, your heart beating ever so much faster.

“I’m just joking,” he said cheekily, “let’s go,”

The two walked in silence, you blushing like mad, Jim smiling like a goon. It was cute for the cameras to record.

Michael watched through the blinds with the cameras, sighing.

“Office romance: the sweetest kind of romance, in my opinion."

[ohhappyday123]

Office Dynamics - Part 10: Hoop Dreams and Hidden Kisses

It was another typical day at Dunder Mifflin, but as the afternoon approached, there was a palpable sense of excitement in the air. Michael had announced an impromptu basketball game in the warehouse, and everyone was eager for a break from their usual routines.

You found yourself at your desk, tying your sneakers and chatting with Pam. “I can’t believe Michael thinks he’s going to beat the warehouse guys,” you said, laughing.

Pam smiled, shaking her head. “He’s so confident. This should be interesting.”

Jim walked over, dribbling a basketball and grinning. “Ready to see some moves?”

You raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Are you going to show off, Halpert?”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Maybe a little. Gotta impress someone special.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you managed to keep your cool. “Well, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Interview with Jim: “The basketball game today is a great chance to have some fun and maybe impress Y/N a bit. I’m not a pro, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

As everyone headed down to the warehouse, Michael gathered the office team for a quick pep talk. “Alright, guys, remember: we’re here to win. But more importantly, we’re here to have fun. Let’s show the warehouse who’s boss!”

Dwight, ever the enthusiastic team player, pumped his fist in the air. “Let’s do this!”

The game started with the usual chaos that accompanies any Dunder Mifflin event. Michael was overly aggressive, trying to hog the ball, while Dwight played with an intensity that bordered on frightening. Kevin, surprisingly agile for his size, managed to score a few points, and Pam even made a decent shot.

But it was Jim who really stood out. He was smooth and confident, moving with an easy grace that drew your attention. Every time he made a shot or stole the ball, he’d glance over at you with a charming smile, making your heart skip a beat.

Interview with Y/N: “Watching Jim play basketball was... something else. He was really good, and I couldn’t help but be impressed. And the way he kept looking over at me... it was pretty great.”

As the game progressed, the competition grew fiercer. The warehouse guys were tough, but the office team held their own. In the final minutes, with the score tied, Jim had the ball. He dribbled past two defenders, glanced over at you one last time, and made a perfect layup, winning the game for the office.

The office team erupted in cheers, Michael jumping up and down in triumph. “We did it! We beat the warehouse!”

Jim walked over to you, slightly out of breath but beaming with pride. “So, what do you think? Impressed?”

You grinned, feeling a surge of affection. “Very impressed. Nice shot, Jim.”

As everyone celebrated and the excitement began to die down, Jim took your hand, pulling you aside. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

Curious, you followed him to a quiet corner of the warehouse, away from the prying eyes of your coworkers. Jim leaned against the wall, pulling you close.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle but passionate kiss. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as the kiss deepened. It was a perfect, stolen moment away from the chaos of the office, just the two of you lost in each other.

Interview with Y/N: “Kissing Jim after the game was... amazing. It was just us, away from everything else, and it felt right. I think I’m falling for him.”

After a few blissful minutes, you reluctantly pulled away, both of you breathless and smiling. “That was... wow,” you said, your cheeks flushed.

Jim chuckled, his eyes twinkling with happiness. “Yeah, it was. I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You rested your forehead against his, feeling a warm glow inside. “Me too.”

Interview with Jim: “Kissing Y/N was everything I’d hoped it would be. She’s incredible, and I can’t wait to see where this goes.”

Reluctantly, you both headed back to the main area, rejoining your coworkers. Michael was still basking in the glory of their victory, while Dwight was recounting his many “heroic” plays to anyone who would listen.

Pam caught your eye, her smile widening as she noticed the flushed look on your face. She sidled up to you, whispering, “Looks like someone had a good time.”

You blushed, nodding. “Yeah, it was... really good.”

Pam squeezed your hand, her eyes shining with happiness for you. “I’m glad. You deserve it.”

Interview with Pam: “Seeing Y/N and Jim finally getting together makes me so happy. They’re perfect for each other, and I think this is just the beginning of something really special.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of paperwork and friendly banter, the basketball game and your stolen moment with Jim lingering in your mind. As the office began to wind down for the evening, you found yourself looking forward to the future, excited to see where things would go with Jim.

Walking to your car, Jim caught up with you, his smile warm and inviting. “Dinner tonight? My treat. We can celebrate our victory properly.”

You nodded, feeling a thrill of anticipation. “I’d love that.”

Interview with Jim: “Today was one of the best days I’ve had at Dunder Mifflin. Winning the game was great, but getting to kiss Y/N... that was the real victory. I’m excited to see where this goes.”

As you drove away, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and happiness. Life at Dunder Mifflin was always unpredictable, but with Jim by your side and the support of your friends, you were ready for whatever came next.

[ryrywrites]

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Kinktober '23

[pumpkinspiie]

the office!jim halpert!works!

disclaimer. all stories are black!reader unless told otherwise.

one shots.

- puppy dog eyes

- i just wanted to make sure you’re ok

stories.

- none yet..

[biancadjarin]

♡ welcome to my little corner of tumblr! ♡

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[plutoccult]

thinking about how when i was first planning my haikyuu x the office au i almost had tsukishima be jim because that’s my boy but i was like no no… resist and went with sugawara cause he fit the picture more but now my tsukishima one shot has done better than the entirety of that series so far 💀💀 TSUKISHIMA AS JIM HALPERT YOU REMAIN IN MY BRAIN RENT FREE

[ccollapsingstars]

Hii! This is my first post on this blog, and i wanted to announce i’m probably gonna write about:

- You (Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg, Guinevere Beck)

- The Haunting of Bly Manor (Dani Clayton, Jamie Taylor)

- The Office (Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly)

- Friends (Monica Geller, Rachel Green, Phoebe Buffay)

- Killing Eve (Eve Polastri, Villanelle)

- 2 Broke Girls (Caroline, Max)

- Gossip Girl (Serena Van der Woodsen, Blair Waldorf)

- MCU (Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Carol Danvers, Valkyrie, Kamala Khan, Sylvie)

- How I Met Your Mother (Robin Scherbatsky, Lily Aldrin)

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Amy Santiago, Rosa Diaz, Gina Linetti, Jake Peralta)

- Fleabag (Fleabag, if necessary the Priest too even if it’s gonna be weird asf)

- Movies (just ask, i’ll do what i can do)

- Actresses/Singers (Victoria Pedretti, Jodie Comer, Elizabeth Olsen, Blake Lively, Taylor Swift, Julien Baker, Lucy Dacus, Phoebe Bridgers, Scarlett Johansson, Hailee Steinfeld, Daisy Edgar-Jones, or anyone else, just ask)

- Every one-shot will be written with a female pov, if you want me to use they/them pronouns just let me know!!

- I mostly write wlw stories, as you can see I have some exceptions, but it’s mostly wlw.

REQUESTS ARE OPENED!!!!

[zo1nkss]

I mean this in the most unserious and whimsical way possible because I know the The Office analogies are pretty shallow (just like this one because its just for laughs) but I rlly feel like Izzy has to be some version of Dwight Schrutte if he escaped the opressive clutches of capitalism.

- Fully capable of actually damaging people or property with weaponry he actually learned to use well. Is repeatedly physically thwarted by a guy without even half his experience.

- Has the power and influence of a man who's revered in his field by the Boss Man, but the Boss Man would not look twice in his direction if work did not absolutely necessitate it

- Always talking about how no one understands the boss like he does meanwhile his nemesis is over there waxing poetic throwing shots in the dark hoping something will stick and gain him leverage in the field, having mass success at it

Except Ed is nothing like Michael Scott. (Though there is certainly a case to be made for Stede as Jim Halpert)

[starrgazed22]

WHAT A DAY.

Jim Halpert x gn!reader, 2.5K words Warnings: Vulgarism, pushing. (Not Jim pushing ofc) My comment: First fanfic ever, it's summer and I am bored haha. Enjoy! ALSO I couldn't think of a fitting title. Summary: Jim helps reader out with taking her dog to the vet, inviting her to his roommate's party afterwards.

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(Jim talking to the camera crew)

“The way she sits in her chair with one leg up… sometimes both legs up. The way she balances her pen on everything while making phone calls,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “Her origamis that I find on my table every time we come back from lunch.” He starts fumbling in his pants pocket, revealing a small origami frog to the crew. “Like this one today,” he looks at it, then looks back at the crew and does his typical downturned smile.

──────

You finish a call with a client, balancing your pen on its holder, just as Jim described. The cameraman focuses on you, then pans to Jim, who watches you with an admiring smile and eyes full of warmth.

“Yes, February 28th. That’s right,” you confirm to a client on the phone. "Have a nice day," you hang up.

Jim glances at the camera as he gets up and walks over to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says nervously, rubbing his hands together. “I was wondering, are you free tonight? My roommate is throwing a party, and I thought we could go together?” He asks, his voice genuine and hopeful.

“Jim, I’m sorry, I can’t tonight… I have to take my dog to the vet. It’s on the other side of Scranton, so…” you say, disappointed. “It’s going to take some time to get there by train—”

“I can take you… and your dog,” he offers immediately, showing the palms of his hands.

“You mean it?” you ask, caught off guard.

“Of course. I want to meet your dog,” he teases slightly, but you know he's serious.

You look at him, touched. “That would be so kind. Thank you, Jim.”

“When is the appointment?” “At 6.” “Great, we’ll leave at 5.” He smiles warmly at you.

He returns to his desk, exchanging a satisfied glance with the camera. Two hours fly by in a blur of Friday phone calls. You both pack up and head to his car. Jim opens the door of the car for you, and you settle into the front passenger seat. You drive to your place to pick up your dog first.

“Are you okay with having a dog in your car?” you ask uncertainly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asks, genuinely confused.

You chuckle softly. “My boyfriend could never handle it, you know. Hates the hair,” you say sadly.

“Oh,” Jim responds, caught off guard by your answer, finding out another terrible thing about your boyfriend.

You arrive at your apartment, Jim and the cameraman waiting in the car. You quickly get your dog and head back out. Jim watches as you and your dog approach. The dog is a mixed breed puppy. Probably a mix of retriever and some other breed he couldn't quite put a finger on. He gets out of the car, squatting down to the dog’s level.

“Oh, hello,” he says in a high-pitched tone. “Can I pet him?” he asks.

“Sure,” you laugh as Finn jumps on Jim, licking his cheek. The cameraman captures the moment from the car window. You decide to sit in the back with Finn, next to the cameraman, to keep him from jumping on Jim while driving. Finn sniffs the camera, leaving the cameraman with an adorable footage.

You drive to the vet, chatting about how you got Finn and today’s rabies shot. The drive is short, filled with easy conversation. Finally, you arrive, leading Finn inside with Jim following behind.

The veterinarian takes Finn’s lead from your hand, and Jim squats down to give Finn a reassuring pat.

“You’ll be alright, big boy, we’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” Jim murmurs, rubbing Finn behind his ears. Your heart melts at the tenderness in Jim’s voice. Your boyfriend never talks to you or your dog with such genuine care.

──────

(Y/N talking to the camera crew)

“Jim has been incredibly kind, helping me out like this. My boyfriend wouldn’t do anything like this for me,” you confess, a mix of gratitude and sadness evident in your expression.

──────

You and Jim leave the vet, checking your watch.

“Wow, 6:30 already, that was quick today,” you exhale, a small puff of steam escaping in the chilly February air. Jim chuckles, his breath forming another cloud.

“So, are you free now?” he asks, a playful smirk on his face.

“I guess so.”

“Still up for the party?” Jim kicks at a rock on the pavement.

“Alright, sounds fun,” you agree, smiling warmly at him.

You drive off, recognizing the route from earlier. Suddenly, you take a different turn, pulling up in front of what seems to be Jim’s house, glimpsing people inside having a good time.

“Here we are,” Jim announces. You get out of the car.

He holds the door open for you with a gentlemanly gesture, “After you.” You step inside to the sound of someone singing karaoke to “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

“Not my favorite song,” you joke, earning a laugh from Jim.

──────

(Y/N talking to the cameraman)

“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like my boyfriend isn’t really there for me… but with Jim, it’s different,” you share with the camera crew, your voice tinged with both relief and uncertainty.

──────

Jim introduces you to his roommate and his girlfriend, and you both mingle with the party guests, sipping wine and making small talk.

After some time, all of the guests has already arrived. No one else is expected.

Doorbell suddenly rings, signaling a new arrival. The roommate opens the door confused, and the camera zooms in on the newcomer’s face.

“Is Y/N here?” a familiar British voice asks. Your heart sinks, and Jim freezes at your sudden reaction.

“What?” he asks, concerned.

You rush to the door, Jim following closely behind. “David, what are you doing here?” you say, a mixture of anger and fear in your voice.

He chuckles sarcastically. “More like, what are you doing here?” You pull David aside.

“I had to take Finn to the vet, and Jim offered me a ride,” you try to explain.

“Wow! This is a hell of a vet!” He gestures wildly at Jim’s house, “Should’ve taken a fuckin’ train, bitch!” He starts shouting.

“David, did you track my phone aga— I— I can explai—” “Shut up, you whore!” David interrupts, pushing you roughly. “Fucking whore, I knew you were screwing him the whole time,” he spits out, moving toward you aggressively. You're taken aback by his blunt accusation, feeling a mix of shock and disgust that he would make such a false statement.

“It’s over, David. It’s over!” you declare.

The camera catches Jim’s tense expression as David moves closer to you again, prompting Jim to step in.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jim intervenes, pushing David away and guiding you protectively behind him. “Leave,” Jim demands calmly.

“Okay, but give me my fucking girlfriend,” David hisses.

“What is she, a fucking thing?” Jim shoots back sharply, stepping forward. It’s the first time you’ve heard Jim curse.

“Well, to me, she is—” David starts to say.

"She said it's over! Did you hear her?" Jim repeats what you said.

"Not until I say so." David spits.

“Leave,” Jim repeats firmly.

“None of your business—” David stops short, spitting in Jim’s face. Jim remains composed, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Fucking prick with a fucking whore. Perfect match!” your now ex shouts as he storms off to his car. “Bitch, burn in hell!” he yells out of the open window as he drives away.

Jim quickly returns to you, finding you standing there, visibly shaken, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks gently. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his torso, seeking comfort. Jim strokes your hair soothingly with one hand, the other arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay now. Everything’s fine,” he reassures you. “Thank you,” you whisper softly into his shirt.

You both stand there in a comforting embrace, surrounded by the silence of the chilly February night, illuminated by a warm streetlight. After what feels like an eternity, Jim speaks softly. “Are you sure you don’t want to come inside? It’s kind of cold out here.” You finally look up and nod, smiling faintly at him. He takes your hand in his, not intertwining fingers, but offering a protective hold, leading you back into the house. “I’ll make you some toasts, okay?”

Inside the house, apart from the roommate, no one seems to notice what just happened outside. You’re grateful no one did; it would have been embarrassing. You follow Jim to the kitchen through the living room. You lean on the counter to watch him make toasts. He tries to distract you from the recent events by explaining his toast-making technique, which surprisingly works. You can’t help stealing glances at him. He’s perfect. He’s been there for you through so much, always supportive. And that smile of his, it warms your heart.

You move to the living room together, holding your plate of toasts. You both settle on the couch, finding two free seats across from the karaoke machine. A girl joins you, curious about the gossip Jim tells you about, bringing you a coke mixed with rum you didn’t ask for but accept anyway. She leaves when the talk turns to Dwight, which she has never heard of.

Suddenly, Jim’s roommate takes the karaoke microphone, addressing Jim in front of everyone instead of taking a few steps for a private chat.

“Jim’s back, everybody!” Everyone cheers, and Darryl, Jim’s roommate, continues. “A prince on a white horse, with his rescued princess!” You look at Jim in surprise, bursting into laughter, fueled by the wine and coke you’ve been drinking. Jim looks slightly embarrassed. “Ignore him, that’s just the alcohol talking,” he dismisses with a wave of his hand.

“Come on, you haven’t sung yet tonight!” Darryl says into the mic. “Come on!” You draw out the word as you nudge Jim playfully in the shoulder. Jim sighs.

“Alright, alright,” Jim gives in, buoyed by his roommate’s friends’ enthusiasm. He gets up from beside you, heading over to the karaoke machine, where he and Darryl select a song. Your song. By Elton John.

“It’s a little bit funny…” Jim starts singing the lyrics. Some people join in, others start dancing. You sit back and watch, impressed by Jim’s singing ability, even if it’s just a little. “...You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.” Jim squints playfully, locking eyes with you as he sings, mocking the lyrics. You chuckle softly. He gestures with his free hand for you to come over to him. “...Anyway, the thing is…” You get up and join him, Jim’s arm around your shoulder. “...Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.” His gaze shifts between your eyes. You realize it's just lyrics, but there's a subtle undertone in his delivery that suggests the lyrics might mirror his thoughts. Jim catches your hand, and you start to slow dance together, his singing still filling the room. Others begin to join in the dancing.

As Jim finishes the song, everyone cheers and claps.

“Thank you all for coming! You’ve been an amazing crowd tonight!” Jim jokes, accepting the applause graciously.

“That was really good!” You poke Jim, and he thanks you with a smile. As you both head back toward your seats, you find them occupied by other friends. You hesitate for a moment.

“Looks like we’re standing,” Jim remarks, realizing the lack of available seats. He notices how much you’ve had to drink, noticing you sway slightly, whether from the alcohol or the emotional rollercoaster of the evening.

Jim smirks to himself, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Want a tour?” he raises an eyebrow suggestively.

You look at him, a mix of surprise and anticipation. “Lead the way.” You interlace your fingers with his, feeling a slight jolt of electricity between you both, which Jim acknowledges with a subtle smirk.

As you come up the stairs, Jim begins the tour. “Here’s the bathroom,” he gestures playfully with his free hand. He leads you further, showing you Darryl’s room, then his own.

“And this is mine. I cleaned up a bit this morning; it usually doesn’t look this good,” he admits with a sheepish grin.

You release his hand, stepping into his room. You notice a guitar in the corner. “You play guitar? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” you ask, genuinely curious.

Jim shrugs, leaning against the doorframe. “I’d rather talk about you,” he admits softly. You feel a pang of realization, contrasting sharply with memories of your ex-boyfriend’s indifference. With Jim, you feel appreciated.

You look around Jim’s room, taking in the framed photos, medals, and posters, gaining insights into his life. You sit on the edge of his bed, noticing how comfortable it feels. “Nice bed, too,” you remark with a genuine smile.

Jim enters the room, searching in one of his drawers.

“I wanted to give you this on your birthday, but I just can’t wait to give it to you,” he says. “Okay, close your eyes, okay, I haven’t wrapped it up yet,” he lets out a soft chuckle. You do as he says. He sits next to you on the bed and hands you what feels like a jewel case, his fingers lingering on your hands longer than necessary.

"You can open them now."

You open your eyes, revealing a jewel case containing 'Hot Fuss' by The Killers CD. “No way!” you exclaim excitedly. “I— I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much,” you stammer gratefully.

Jim smiles warmly at you, and you hug him again.

“I have a player. Want to listen to it?” he offers, taking the CD from your hand and placing it in the player. The first song begins to play, and Jim adjusts the volume. He returns to sit beside you.

“What a great taste,” he remarks casually.

“Stop,” you playfully protest.

“No, really. I mean it,” he insists, locking eyes with you. You meet his gaze, and he shifts closer. He cups your cheeks slowly with both hands, silently seeking your consent. You nod in response, and he leans in slowly, tenderly kissing you. You kiss him back, uncertain but drawn to him.

It’s okay. Everything’s fine, you reassure yourself internally, repeating what Jim said earlier. You deepen the kiss, the emotional intensity building between you both. Jim’s hands leave your face as he crawls over at you, making you lay down under him.

The cameraman discreetly decides to leave them to their private moment, closing the door for them.

THE END.

Kinda out of pocket story haha, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[velvetkissses]

masterlist

Will update everytime I post a new piece of writing

indicators;

◠ = fluff ▪ = sad ● = smut △ = includes a topic that might trigger some

headcanons

Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ⤷ Random Headcanons △ (Part 1?)

Veronica Mars x Kitty Kane ⤷ General Headcanons

Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars ⤷ General Headcanons

Chase Graves x Kitty Berger ⤷ General Headcanons

Ravi Chakrabarti x Kitty Berger ⤷ General Headcanons

Chase Graves x Kitty Berger x Ravi Chakrabarti ⤷ General Headcanons

Jeff Winger x Kitty Eikemo ⤷ General Headcanons

Jim Halpert x Kitty Wright ⤷ General Headcanons

Eleanor Shellstrop x Kitty Lenoir ⤷ General Headcanons

series'

Puppy Eyes — Gary Smith x Kitty Drage Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5

Paper Airplanes — Jim Halpert x Kitty Wright

Once In A Lifetime — Community fanfic, Jeff Winger x Kitty Eikemo

Dirty Little Secret — Veronica Mars season 1 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

My Paper Heart — Veronica Mars season 2 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

Change Your Mind — Veronica Mars season 3 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

Gives You Hell — Veronica Mars season 4 fanfic, Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane x Veronica Mars

Kitty Luna, Salvation From Evil — Buffyverse OC fanfic

Pokémon; Pyrite & Citrine — Original Pokémon region fanfic

My Little Pony; With Affinity — MLP OC fanfic series

Carry On — TWDG OC fanfic series, Glenn Rhee x Kitty Hopper

one-shots

Apprentice Amusement — Neville Longbottom x Kitty Davies

I'll Give It Someone Special — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ▪

aus

Puppy Love — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ;

-Thanks to an extreme case of miscommunication, created by Dick Casablancas himself, Kitty and Logan are seemingly dating, but also not. (AU where Logan and Kitty start dating way before they canonically do)

Where Your Heart Is — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ;

-Kitty manages to convince Logan to go to a community college with them, in Colorado, which accidentally ends up roping them into a chaotic Spanish study group. (AU where the study group and Logan+Kitty meet)

All We Wanna Do — Logan Echolls x Kitty Kane ;

-Kitty, Logan, and Duncan all go on their Pokemon journey together, with different goals and different styles of being Pokemon trainers, but with just the same amount of determination. (AU where Logan, Kitty and Duncan and the entire rest of the Veronica Mars universe is now in a Pokemon-esque type world)

[ilyrz]

here’s the story about physical love.

i was once the ultimate romance skeptic. sure, the idea of falling head over heels sounded great, but i believed that true love was just a myth, like unicorns or calorie-free chocolate. kissing? gross. disgusting, unless it’s with someone you love, which, by the way, i believed was as likely as winning the lottery twice. i could never pin point the reason why someone would make out with a random person they met in a bar, or with the guy they have just went on a date with for maximum two weeks. anything more than that? just kill me. no, it’s not because i’m a saint with a strong commitment to preserve its’ innocence, i was purely disgusted.

i attempted to picture myself locking lips with various contenders – my exes, my childhood crushes such as kristoff from frozen or jim halpert, damon salvatore, even anime characters. result? utter revulsion. it disgusted me. i would never kiss anyone! “maybe i’m a lesbian” i thought, but women don’t appeal me. “perhaps i’m an asexual”, and i believed that i was for the longest time – which explains the very friendly treatment i give towards the lgbtq community – i thought i was a queer. i thought i was an asexual; a person who is not attracted to neither boys or girls. somebody who’s not into any sort of romantic intimacy with neither a guy or a girl. marriage was a distant concept, and the idea of any intimate encounters was filed under 'Things That Will Never Happen.' every one of my friends knew that very well. i planned to – if i were ever forced to get married which, i didn’t write on my life bucket-list before – let my future husband just yank any other girls he wants, as long as he’s not touching me. (of course this doesn’t apply to you. don’t you dare do this to me ever. turns out i was just never in love and it confused me as an asexuality). the idea of sharing physical touch with somebody had me gagging on my throat. (not anymore. you’re now required to hug and kiss me every seconds)

then you appeared on the scene, and suddenly, love wasn’t just a word but a symphony playing within my heart. no shade to my exes, but what i had was more like a lukewarm latte – which is a plain and very, very light drink – compared to the espresso shot of real love you brought. it’s not a mere 'ok… maybe i kinda like him' vibe like it has always been; with you, it’s a 'god i love him so much that his soul has set up shop in mine, he secured a spot within my heart, i want to kiss him and share every breath until we’re wrinkly and ancient – i want to be within his embrace until my body sinks into his' kind of revelation.

at that moment, i realized that every romance novel i’d scoffed at was just a watered-down version of the intricate, dazzling tapestry that is true love. no hyperbolic words could adequately convey the breathtaking beauty and complexity of this newfound emotion. you’re beyond a feeling and a kiss, or a hug and a hold, but a sublime journey that transcends the mere pages of any novel. you’re a revelation wrapped in laughter and shared pizza nights. it’s like trying to capture the entire galaxy in a snow globe – impossible!

you’re the unsung melody in my heart, the one that no author could quite compose with mere words, and may only god knows how genuine i am upon saying that there’s no length in wouldn’t go through for you.

[uncannyprompts]

Title: The Office - "The Mysterious Visit"

INT. DUNDER MIFFLIN SCRANTON OFFICE - MORNING

The Scranton office is buzzing with anticipation. Michael Scott, the regional manager, is excited about the visit of his enigmatic friend, Bob.

MICHAEL

(to the camera)

Bob is a unique character. He's like a walking puzzle, and today, we're going to try to solve it.

Bob enters the office dressed in a long coat and a hat, clutching a cup of black coffee.

BOB

(intriguing)

Life is a maze, Michael. Are we the explorers or the ones who designed it?

Dwight Schrute seizes the opportunity to impress Bob by offering him a beet from his desk.

DWIGHT

(intense)

Bob, these beets hold the secrets of the universe. I've cultivated them under the lunar eclipse for maximum potency.

BOB

(enigmatic)

I sense an enigma in the beet's core.

Andy Bernard, the office's host, welcomes Bob with a flourish.

ANDY

(enthusiastically)

Greetings, Bob! Welcome to Andy's Chamber of Curiosities. I shall be your guide on this mysterious journey.

Erin Hannon and Coco, now known as a girl, engage in a spontaneous interpretive dance, mirroring Bob's enigmatic demeanor.

ERIN

(dancing mysteriously)

What enigmatic secrets does your coffee hold, Bob?

COCO

(dancing)

Is the answer concealed in the rising steam, ascending to the heavens?

Stanley Hudson, who seldom participates in office activities, is writing cryptic messages on sticky notes.

STANLEY

(intense)

The essence of the mind is the key to the labyrinth of existence.

Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly exchange puzzled looks as Michael uses the word "strangeness."

JIM

(confused)

Strangeness? Is that even a word, Michael?

PAM

(whistling)

Well, as long as it's an intriguing day.

Angela Martin, the resident cat enthusiast, is passionately voting for the most mysterious cat.

ANGELA

(determined)

Whiskers exudes a mystique. The ideal candidate for the secretary of the unknown.

Creed Bratton, now spelled with an extra "e," remains uncertain about his job description.

CREED

(confused)

What's the grand scheme, man? I'm just here for the enigmas.

Michael notices Jim's suspicious behavior.

MICHAEL

(suspicious)

Jimbo, you seem to be up to something. What's the mystery?

JIM

(grinning)

Just trying to decipher the riddle, Michael.

Kevin, always on the hunt for food, takes a sip of his coffee and grimaces.

KEVIN

(displeased)

This coffee tastes like unanswered questions.

Michael, eager to regain control of the conversation, reminisces about yesterday's peculiar mascot incident.

MICHAEL

(excited)

Remember that giant panda mascot? It was like a conundrum wrapped in an enigma. It's as if the mundane is now extraordinary.

Michael raises his hand dramatically, but it goes unnoticed amidst the office's enigmatic atmosphere.

MICHAEL

(defeated)

Powerless against corporate mysteries.

KEVIN

(nods)

We can never have something ordinary for too long.

Pam nods in agreement, and they all decide to do shots at the office bar, leaving behind an office filled with intrigue and puzzles.

MICHAEL

(pensive)

Think about the unknown, everyone. Beepers.

They all leave the office, still trying to unravel the enigma that is Bob and the mysteries that surround them.

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Jim Halpert And His S/O Pranking Dwight

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Requested by: Anon

if you’re looking for requests for something other than the community, id love something w/ jim halpert! maybe something with him and his s/o pranking dwight LOL tysm!

Relationship(s): Jim Halpert x gn!reader (romantic), Dwight Schrute x gn!reader (non-romantic), Jim Halpert x Dwight Schrute (non-romantic)

Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: This was requested ages ago, but I finally had the motivation to write it once I started/finished re-watching The Office again. Also, I went with a gender neutral reader just to be safe, since the request didn’t specify. Anyway, the Office is one of my favourite sitcoms, so I’m really looking forward to writing for it more. Hope you enjoy, anon!)

A good portion of the population understands that working in an office is one of the most boring jobs known to man, especially working in an office for a paper company.

You can’t entirely remember the string of unfortunate events that led you to working in supplier relations for the Scranton branch of Dunder Mifflin, but you knew you were just a tired and confused 23-year-old, just over a year out of college and in need of a job.

You had to derive most of your entertainment from games on your computer, chatting with the co-workers you could actually tolerate, humouring your eccentric boss and, most of all, watching Jim prank Dwight.

When you befriended Jim within the first couple of weeks of your employment at Dunder Mifflin, he’d eventually asked for your help when pranking Dwight.

At first, you were a little hesitant, since Dwight had never done anything directly to you; he was just a mildly annoying presence in your workplace.

However, later that day, Dwight made some kind of insensitive comment to you, and immediately you let Jim know you wanted in on his prank.

Pranking Dwight with Jim became a semi-regular occurrence. 

You weren’t involved in all of the pranks, but you were Jim’s go-to person when he needed someone else to get involved.

It was pranking Dwight that caused you and Jim to bond, grow closer and eventually develop feelings for one another.

When you get together, pranking Dwight is still one of your favourite activities to do together. 

Still, you prefer only to involve yourself when Dwight is being particularly annoying/a massive jackass, and not just to Jim, which Jim completely respects.

Since Dwight trusts you a bit more than Jim, pulling off pranks with you involved is a lot easier.

When Jim gets you involved in a prank, it’s usually the kind of prank where you trick Dwight into thinking something completely ludicrous.

You’d both sit in the break room, brainstorming ideas for what the prank would be and how on Earth you’d pull it off.

Once you’re done deciding, you’ll probably wait a little while before putting your plan into action. 

Jim would get you to start talking Dwight, involving you humouring him despite his eccentricities and odd comments, as well as mentioning something in passing to kick off the prank.

After all, Dwight’s more likely to fall for Jim’s words when they’re not coming from Jim’s mouth.

If you notice that Dwight’s getting close to figuring out that he’s being pranked, you’ll quickly go over to him and egg him on through some light psychological manipulation.

Cue Jim giving you a grin and a high five for a job well-done.

Eventually, however, Dwight will realise that he’s being pranked, culminating into him storming into Michael’s office to snitch on you and Jim.

Neither you nor Jim will face any repercussions exceeding the severity of an apathetic warning from Michael, since he would probably be too busy with one of his own problems to care about dealing with Dwight.

As you two leave work that day, you and Jim will be in hysterics as you recall the highlights of the prank.

Perhaps mind games and pranks aren’t the best thing for a couple to bond over, but, in your defence, Dwight was being a jerk and you and Jim were both so bored.