#jim halpert prompt

[glossykissies]

jim getting a little jealous and mean ouuu i need him pleek

idk about mean i think jim would just get super passive aggressive buuuuuut …

deep into the relationship once he works out that being mean can be a foreplay kinda thing ?? hmm … the first few times he feels too guilty to be mean to you properly, his brow getting all furrowed from stress as he stares you down, urging the taunts to come out his mouth, but after a few conversations and him getting more comfortable he finds a way to make it work for him — because if there’s one thing he loves, it’s making you happy, and this… somehow made you happy.

you always start off with the giggles, trying to wiggle your way back under his arm after you both have to leave the office late, walking to the car in the dark.

“i did not flutter my eyelashes!” you whine, chortling and attempting to lift his arm to slot yourself back underneath to no avail.

“yeah! no, of course you didn’t. wouldn’t do that, would you?” his tone is for the most part jokey, but there was that edge of iciness to it that told you he was actually a little jealous.

“i think you’re seeing what you want to see.” you nod wisely as the two of you arrive to the car and he slows his pace, squinting a little with a tight, scorned smile.

“oooo, but imagine if i said that to you.” he provokes, pressing his lips together. “you wouldn’t like it very much.”

you pout, but from the subtle look in his eye — you know where this will eventually head.

“jim.” you whine as he walks you backward until your back is pressed to the cool door of the car.

“what?” he shrugs, smile slipping off his face — his usual warmth sliding away. “you’re so flirty. i think that’s mean.” he shrugs, leaning down from his tall height to brush his lips over yours. “i know i’m pretty lenient with you, honey — but don’t push it, okay? don’t be a mean girl.” he doesn’t kiss you, simply moving his mouth to your forehead to kiss there instead before pushing off the car casually, speaking like that all never happened.

“anyways, you want food on the way home or no?”

[weirdglassthing]

LOA Shiptober Day 4: How They Met

October content month was ambitious..

This one took me. Shockingly long. Whoops! I’ll probably end up jumping around the prompt list and it might extend into November 😋

I’ll try to do day 31 on the actual date of Halloween though 🫡

[stxrshxpxd]

“i know a place”

pairing: jim halpert x reader

word count: 700

warnings: smutty vibes but not smut

prompt: jim and reader can’t keep their hands off each other for long and need to sneak out of a meeting

Jim’s fingers were on the edge of my thigh as he sat next to me in the conference room, his fingertips mindlessly tapping away and making it impossible for me to focus on whatever nonsensical thing Michael was going on about at the front of the room. I was too busy juggling the buzzing lust and the worrying thoughts that someone might spot Jim’s hand.

We weren’t doing anything wrong at all. We just hadn’t told anyone, as we knew exactly what this office was capable of with information as juicy as this. We had been dating for about a month now and I couldn’t explain it but there was something exciting about the whole thing being a secret. That was probably something I would have to take up with a therapist. Anyhow, Jim’s fingers had begun rubbing the side of my thigh now. I glanced at the stupidly charming smirk on his lips as he stared straight ahead. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Excuse yourself in a few minutes. I need to touch more of you,” he suddenly whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. It made my whole body run hot under my sweater and my mind clouded quickly.

“Hey, is that something you wanna share with the rest of the class, James Halpert?” Michael interrupted my racing thoughts with a silly voice and Jim’s fingers snapped away from me in an instant as several gazes landed on us.

“Preferably not,” he responded and I swallowed a giggle. “Although! I would like to say that I have a really important call with a client scheduled soon, so I will have to step away for about ten minutes-“

I kicked his calf softly.

“Twenty minutes,” he corrected and I held in another giggle.

“Fine, fine,” Michael nodded and waved him away. “But have a think about what we were talking about here.”

“Absolutely,” Jim answered, halfway out of the room, in that tone that I knew meant he had not listened at all since being called in here.

"Attaboy!”

“Actually, I need to use the bathroom,” I interjected, eagerly hopping out to sit on the edge of my seat and raising an arm. It was perhaps a little alarming that it made me so deeply desperate to follow him when I saw Jim turn a corner and disappear. But we seemed to have a hard time keeping our hands off each other for long.

“Alright,” Michael nodded again and in an instant I slipped out of the conference room, very aware that I was heading in the opposite direction to the toilets.

As I turned the corner towards the exit, Jim’s hands engulfed my ribcage instantly and swung my body around, pressing my back against the window to Michael’s office and suffocating my gasp with a kiss.

“Couldn’t stay away from me for long, could you?” he muttered between wet kisses. I melted at the feeling of his large hands pressing into my waist and holding me firmly against the wall.

“You’re the one that keeps touching me and whispering dirty things,” I laughed into Jim’s ear as he had begun kissing my neck now. His scent was filling me up and his soft locks tickling my skin.

“You love it,” he mumbled, smirking, and I couldn’t argue.

Jim’s hands quickly found their way under my sweater and he squeezed my waist again while rushing to kneel down and attach his lips to the center of my stomach.

“Jim,” I laughed, pushing my hands through his fluffy hair and he looked up with his big, sweet eyes.

“What?” he whispered back playfully and planted another few wet kisses down my core.

“We can’t do this here,” I giggled, twirling my fingers around in his locks.

“You seemed up for it before,” he teased, running his bottom lip along the edge of my jeans.

“Not here.”

I pulled him up to stand and placed a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“But I know a place,” I whispered and secured my hand around Jim’s wrist, pulling him with me through the exit.

[serenefreakgeekao3]

I have one!!!

Jim Halpert x gn!reader with fluff prompt

“Sad…I have a blanket with all this room and no one to share it with.”

With that episode ‘After Hours’ (yes I looked it up 🥲) where Jim is trying to get Cathy out of his hotel room so Dwight helps, but then Jim gets stuck with Dwight. So R comes to Jims rescue and offers him to stay with them in their room.

Summary: Jim is sent on a business meeting along with a few other prospective candidates for Vice President. When everything begins to spiral out of control, Jim doesn’t know who to turn to next //AU where Jim and Pam never got together, Pam went through with her marriage and the two children she has are with Roy, Pam is a sales associate, and Reader is the receptionist / being used as Nellie’s personal assistant Warnings: Use of Y/N, switching POV (between reader and Jim), use of the word ‘whxre’ (not at anyone), Author's Note: I’ll be completely honest my friend, I’ve completely forgotten who Cathy is! If she worked as the receptionist for Dunder Mifflin Scranton, then no she didn’t! In fact she’s not from Scranton at all cause reader doesn’t know her so how about that, there we go. Did I go back and rewatch the episode you mentioned? Yes. did i hate myself for it? Maybe a little bit. But it was during work so what else was i supposed to be doing? Work? Nah (ok look i wrote literal notes for this fic like it was a damn english project in school ok pls love this for me) Also on a side note, there needs to be more fics of Jim Halper x Reader ok I am literally dying without them. picture im like a dehydrated person in the desert just dragging my body around ok I need more fics

Arriving at the hotel in Tallahassee should’ve been a lot smoother than it turned out to be. They were all told that Dunder Mifflin had it ‘handled,’ which should’ve been your first clue. What really tipped you off was the number of rooms available.

“What do you mean? There should be one extra-”

“That’s all the rooms we have on record, sorry.”

“No,” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands, “No, I know. It’s not your fault at all. Just- do you have any extra available rooms? I’ll pay for it out of my own pocket.” It’s not as if you were being paid millions to be a receptionist at Dunder Mifflin, but you’d rather not have to ask to bunk with anyone. Everyone here were adults, and half of them seemed dead set on performing some sort of sexual act for the evening.

You had driven over with Nellie after she insisted you both carpool to cut costs. Then you had to suffer an entire car ride about how pent up she was, how she just wanted to get laid and she wasn’t above using her decision on who will be the new VP to get herself into bed. You tuned out before she could start listing names since there was nothing in the world you wanted to know less than what kind of guy Nellie was into.

“I’m sorry, it looks like we don’t have any extra rooms available.”

You were about to speak when you were bumped into, turning around to see the large crowd of Dunder Mifflin employees lining up behind you. You start handing out the proper keys to their proper rooms, having Dwight snatch his key cards out of your hand before immediately pouncing on Nellie. You were extremely thankful when Jim finally squeezed his way to the front. You hand over the card you labelled with his name, then sighed, looking back to the woman behind the counter.

“It does seem like there are a few rooms that have been reserved but haven’t been checked into yet. Their estimated check-in times are varied, so if you wait here there is a possibility that I could get a room for you at some point tonight.”

“I would really appreciate that, thank you,” You mumble over to her, then lean closer to Jim when he starts insistently tapping your shoulder.

“Can you be my new Tallahassee buddy? Stanley keeps going on and on about how we’re both bachelors and I’m pretty sure he’s wanting to get laid tonight. And I’m so not about to be around all of that anymore.” You chuckle at the similarities, shaking your head.

“That’s horrible. It’s like there’s something in the air here. Nellie was saying the same stuff during the car ride!” It was hard to talk with the loud crowd, but you weren’t complaining about how close Jim was standing next to you. “Unfortunately, I won’t be much of a buddy today. I would, but the company messed up, they didn’t reserve enough rooms!”

“They didn’t mess up!” You jump at the foreign voice, spinning around to see Nellie sliding up close to you, practically hanging on your shoulder. She already had Dwight and Packer trailing her closely from behind. “I told them the correct number of rooms, I swear it!”

“There’s not one for me-”

“Yeah, because I told them you didn’t need one!” You furrow your brows in confusion, watching her for a moment. “I figured you’d bunk with me! We’d be bunk buddies!”

“Nellie,” You hesitate, eyeing the men behind her before leaning forward, “There is absolutely no way in hell I’m sharing a room with you, considering what you talked about on the way up here.” Nellie stood there for a moment, obviously confused before suddenly jumping and spinning around to see the men trailing her. She laughs loudly, winking at them before turning back to you.

“Oh! Good idea!”

You watch Nellie just say this, then turn and leave. You sigh again, shaking your head and turning toward Jim. “If things can get settled in time I’d love to, Jim, but I-”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear,” A woman sidled up close, brushing herself against Jim’s arm. You watched the man jump, then turn and furrow his brow at this woman.

“Cathy?”

“Yes! It’s so good to see you, Jim! If you need a new Tallahassee buddy, I am willing and available.” You choked on your spit at the innuendo, watching her practically rub herself again Jim. You watched him try to take a step back, then bump into the counter behind him. You could feel something burning your chest at the way she was acting toward him. Much too forward, in your opinion, though maybe that’s what Jim likes? Should you do that, would that gain his attention?

“Oh, well, that sounds fun-”

“Great! So we can-”

“Hello?” You turn quickly at the receptionist’s insistence, raising your eyebrows toward her in a gesture that you were listening. At this she smiles back, looking back to her computer. “So the first one that may be available should be checking in within the hour. If by the top of the hour they don’t get here, I can make a phone call for you.”

“Oh, thank you so much. Really, I appreciate it.”

“Of course!”

You turn back to Jim, watching the woman walk away with a sway to her hips. You chuckle, shaking your head. “So you know her?”

“Oh, she works with the company.” He tears his eyes away from her, smiling down at you once more. “She’s willing to sit with me so I don’t have to deal with Stanley all weekend.”

“Oh good!”

“Of course, unless you would like to sit with me?” Jim smiles, and you could tell he was trying to charm his way into the seat next to you. If only he knew you would do anything for him.

“If I’m there in time, definitely. But this whole hotel business is turning into a real-” You’re interrupted by a phone call, cursing quietly and smiling apologetically to Jim. “I’m so sorry- I’ll just be a second,” You answer the phone, stepping aside to deal with some business for Nellie. You miss Jim giving you a longing stare before he finally turns around and begins making his way toward the bar.

  Jim felt lonely. He was almost excited to go on this trip, to get away from Scranton and all of the normalcy and monotonous days and maybe even spend some time with you outside of work for once. Or, as outside of work as he could get. But instead, he was sitting at the bar while nursing a drink and wishing you weren’t busy. Your hotel room hullaballoo lasted throughout the entirety of the company meeting, Nellie having complained that she had to take her own notes, and they still haven’t found a spare room for you.

Jim even offered to bunk with you, but then you had mentioned that there was only one bed in every room that was given out, and you had asked with raised eyebrows whether he was fine with sharing a bed with you. Jim- who obviously was more than okay with sharing a bed with you- had stuttered and mumbled and eventually the consensus landed in the field of no, you wouldn’t end up rooming with him. Nor did you have time to be his Tallahassee buddy. Which was extremely unfortunate, since the majority of the reason he had been excited about this trip was you.

Jim jumped at a weird noise, glancing over to see Packer blowing onto Nellie’s face with Dwight making what was probably supposed to be seagull calls into her ear. Sighing, he finished the rest of the drink he was nursing and mumbled something to himself before getting up and heading for his room. Maybe the sooner they’re back in Scranton, the sooner he’ll be able to talk to you again at the receptionist desk like normal. That would be 100% better than anything that was going on in this hotel at the moment.

When he got to his room he had turned on the tv, flipping idly through until he landed on the channel showing an NBA game. He leans back, watching for a little while. He’s not really sure what else to do, he didn’t exactly plan anything aside from ‘See what Y/N is doing and follow them around while they do it’ except you had said waiting in the lobby of the hotel room was extremely boring and you wouldn’t want to put him through that. He had acquiesced- for some reason- and had wandered back to the bar. Thinking back on it now, if you were bored down there then the best thing he could do would be to sit with you and entertain you. How had that thought only just crossed his head?

He was reaching for the remote to turn the tv off when he heard a knock at the door. Redirecting his attention, he left the remote for a moment and went to go see who could possibly be visiting him.

“Hey!” Jim’s brows furrowed seeing Cathy standing there in front of him. “The heating in my room is going a bit wonky, do you think I could hang out here while they fix it?” Without waiting for an answer, Cathy pushes past Jim and into his room.

“O-okay,” Jim drags out the word, closing the door slowly and hesitantly following Cathy into his room.

“What do you have on? Some kind of game?” She jumps onto his bed, scooting near the middle with her back against the bedframe. Jim hesitates, nodding toward the tv.

“Yeah, y’know. The NBA.”

“O-oh, sounds fun,” She sings back, patting the spot beside her. Jim slowly lowers himself onto the corner of the bed, then lets himself continue sliding until he’s sitting on the floor in front of the tv.

“Yeah. Fun.”

“So how’s the night going? Retiring early already?” Jim felt a tap on his shoulder and glanced up to see Cathy laying on her stomach, her head at the foot of the bed and close to Jim. He clears his throat, subtly trying to scoot away. “Didn’t know you were such an old man, Halpert!”

“Yeah, well. You know me. Old man Halpert.”

“Maybe we could stay up a little longer together? Have a little fun?”

Jim jumps up, taking a few steps back from the bed with a stutter. “Oh, you know, actually I was planning on heading down to the lobby-”

“I can come?” She asks, pushing herself up to sit on her legs.

“No, I just meant-”

Another knock on the door interrupts him, and thanking god under his breath he practically ran to the door. “Stanley! You do not know how glad I am to see you!”

“Mmhmm,” Stanley hums, pushing past Jim and walking into his room.

“You should stay! We’re watching the NBA, it’ll be like a party!”

“I’m just here ‘cause I ran out of refreshments in my room.” Stanley straightens up, carrying every single little bottle of alcohol that the hotel provided Jim’s room. Jim watched him look directly at Cathy, then back at Jim with raised eyebrows. Stanley immediately begins his exit, calling out behind him, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Jim glanced back toward Cathy on his bed, who only taps the bed beside her in an indication to sit down. Jim takes a big sigh, looking back to the tv immediately. He wanders over slowly, taking his position back on the floor.

“Oh! I wonder if you have-” Jim doesn’t hear the rest of it, glancing over to see what Cathy was doing only to be met with her rear-end as she completely bends over at the waist, digging through Jim’s closet. He turns his eyes to the ceiling of the hotel room. What was he supposed to do? Just kick her out? Why was he such a nice person that he didn’t want to hurt her feelings about all of this?

After some time, and Cathy making herself comfortable on Jim’s bed once more, Jim begins to stand and attempt his well-thought-out exit strategy once more.

“Actually, Cathy, I think I’m going to head down to the lobby-”

“Why?” Cathy stood on her knees on the bed, walking over toward the edge and placing a hand flirtatiously on his chest. “Is something the matter with your room?”

“Well- uh, no-”

“Then everything’s good! Come, sit with me!” Cathy jumps back once more, throwing the covers back and settling back in her spot, patting the open area next to her. Jim chokes for a moment, unsure what to do before pulling out his cell phone, and holding a finger up toward Cathy as if asking her to wait.

His plan to call Dwight into action, claiming he had seen a bed bug, hadn’t really worked out exactly as planned. If the plan had been for both Cathy and Dwight to be naked in his hotel room, then it actually went exactly as planned.

Jim was stepping outside of his room for a breather when he finally spotted you. He let out a long sigh, a fond smile lighting up his face without his permission. He wasn’t too worried about it anyway when a matching smile appeared on your face. You were standing near some person who looked to be wearing a hotel uniform, and he jogged over as the person entered the hotel room. “Hey! Did they get you situated finally?”

“Not completely sure?” You hesitated, shrugging at him. “They said they’ve been having some sort of appliance malfunctions on this floor so they need to make sure the room is okay for me to stay in. I asked to tag along, just in case.”

“Well, I hope it works out! Then you’ll be just down the hall from me!”

“Yeah! You could have a visitor for once!” You tease unknowingly, giggling. Jim’s face crashes though, and as he raises a hand to rub his face you begin to grow concerned. “Is everything alright?”

“Well if you count having a naked Dwight in my bed as alright-”

He’s cut off by your laughter, though you’re clearly trying to hold it back. You raised a hand to cover your mouth, and Jim can’t help but smile seeing you act so cute. You finally speak through your laughter, trying to hold yourself together. “Oh, well congratulations I guess? I gotta say, I didn’t see that coming. You and Dwight-”

“No, no, no,” Jim interrupts, laughing himself and shaking his head. You finally dissolve into laughter, and Jim lets the moment last a bit longer before finally explaining. “No, Cathy came into my room.”

“Cathy came by, and now you have a Dwight naked in your bed?” You seemed curious but confused, and Jim could feel his nose scrunch in adoration for you.

“Well, Cathy is naked in my shower so-”

“Oh!” You interrupt, and he could see your cheeks lighting up red. “Oh, I didn’t realize. You two-”

“No!” Jim calls out, probably a bit too loud and too quickly. He clears his throat, leaning closer to you and slumping his shoulders. “No, I mean, she obviously wants to. She told me her room was having heating problems and then has done everything in her power to flirt with me since pushing herself into my room. I’ve tried everything to be polite, I really don’t know what else to do.”

“And,” You begin, narrowing your eyes at him, “I’m still failing to see how a naked Dwight comes into play.” He laughs, then watches as your smile widens as he does.

“Well I kept trying to tell her I needed to leave, but she kept insisting I stayed. Then Stanley came by and stole my alcohol, and he was absolutely no help at all. So I called Dwight. Told him I saw a bed bug in my bed. He came through tearing my room apart, and Cathy said she was going to go take a shower in my room?” He rubs a hand across his face, shrugging. “Everything kinda devolved from there. He started stripping, saying he needed all the skin access he can have, that his body heat was going to attract the bed bugs to his body.”

“The bugs that- aren’t there?” You question, raising an eyebrow. He nods along and you laugh, shaking your head. You’re both quiet for a moment before you take a step toward him. Jim could feel his heart rate beginning to spike at your closeness. “But, help me out here. All this just because what? You don’t want to have sex with her?” Jim watched some sort of emotion cross over your face, though it was brief enough that he couldn’t quite catch it. “I mean, she seems like a good person?”

“She’s not the one I want though,” Jim mumbles, staring into your eyes. ‘Woah there, Jimboy,’ He thinks to himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself but only inhaling more of your scent, setting butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “I- I just mean, well. I like someone. And it’s not her.”

You were just opening your mouth to say something- ‘Anything, say anything,’ Jim pleaded in his head- when you were interrupted before you could even start.

“I tried my best, but I couldn’t get it to work. I don’t think this room is hospitable. I’m sorry.” You had turned around, taking a step away from Jim. He could finally breathe normally now, though he would still much rather be in your orbit than face the possibility of going back to his room to deal with things.

“Oh, that’s alright. I guess I can go see Tara back at check-in and see if she has anything else.” The disappointment in your voice had Jim’s chest clenching, and he reached forward to take your hand before you could walk away.

“My offer is still open, you know.” You laugh at him, shaking your head and pulling your hand away gently.

“What, stay with you and your two naked roommates?” Jim could feel his face begin to blush, and you shook your head once more. “Go have fun, Jim.” You walk away with an audible sigh, and Jim knew he would have done anything to make you happy again.

  ‘Go have fun, Jim,’ You mock back at yourself, shaking your head. ‘Yes, just tell your crush to go have sex with someone ‘willing and available,’ that’s the exact thing you need to be doing.’ You were currently sitting on the uncomfortable furniture in the check-in waiting area, balancing your briefcase on your knees and hoping desperately that everyone in Scranton that wanted your attention via phone had finally gone to bed. You hadn’t received a ‘super important’ not-so-important phone call for the last thirty minutes, so your hopes were beginning to look up.

“Excuse me, Y/L/N?”

“Yes?” You stumble as you stand, fumbling with your briefcase before finally catching it and dropping your phone. Thankfully, Tara waits patiently for you to pick up your phone as well before you rush over to her desk. She had been so helpful, and it had only taken you an hour of being in her company before remembering it was polite to ask about names.

“I’ve just got off the phone with-” She hesitates, glancing at her computer and scanning it before huffing and turning her attention back to you, “Well, doesn’t matter. They aren’t showing up, they told me as much. So we finally have a room available to you! I sent Max back up to check the room again, but if I remember correctly then this isn’t one of the ones having problems!”

“Oh, Tara, thank you so much!” You lean across the counter, and thankfully Tara meets you halfway for an awkward hug. She giggles as she backs away, leaning over and placing a card key on the counter.

“And it’s on the house, darling.”

“What? No, I couldn’t do that to you, Tara!”

“Look, with the whole misunderstanding, and then you having to stand here for hours and just wait around while that cute guy kept coming back trying to get your attention-”

“Wait, who, Jim?” You ask breathlessly, sliding the card into your hand. You laugh, though Tara seems unconvinced. “Oh, no, we’re just friends. It’s nothing like all that-”

“Sure, darling. Just take the room.”

“Thank you again!”

You back up, turning to quickly run into the room and almost knock directly into the camera guy that seems to have taken the position of following you around constantly. You sigh, nodding at the guy behind the camera before taking off quickly.

Your room was in the same hallway as Jim’s, and you weren’t sure yet whether you were going to curse the fact or thank Tara with an entire fruit basket. You were about to find out, though, now that you’d set your briefcase down and had taken a cursory look through the room. Making sure to have your card key on you, you exit the room at the end of the hallway and begin what felt like a walk of doom to where you knew Jim was staying- the room he had exited earlier in the night when you had almost been given a room and he had seen you.

As you were getting closer, you started hearing some kind of commotion. It sounded like muffled yells- then extremely loud screams as Jim’s door is flung open. A woman- Cathy- comes running out with a bedsheet held around her body, screaming and waving her free arm around her head as she pushes past you and runs down the hall. You hesitate, then take a few steps closer, just in time to hear Dwight’s mumbled voice.

“It’s not safe in here, Jim. I think you should room with Cathy for the night.”

You knock on the open door, peaking your head in to see Dwight with a facemask and large rubber gloves, holding two different spray bottles with some weird coloured liquids inside. Dwight was practically in Jim’s face, though at your knock they both turn to look at you. Dwight with exasperation, and Jim with nothing but relief.

“Y/N! Yes, please, save me from this nightmare.” He rushes toward you, taking one of your hands with both of his and practically drowning you with puppy dog eyes. You take in a quick breath before Dwight begins to crowd the both of you.

“No! Nope! No more bodies need to be added to the situation, go flirt outside.” Dwight slams the door closed behind the two of you, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbles up.

“So, naked Cathy and Dwight turn into-”

“Naked Cathy running away clutching a bedsheet and a fully decked-out Dwight spraying my room with mysterious chemicals? I guess so.” You both laugh and you could feel your cheeks heating up at Jim’s attention. “But, seems like I just lost my room.”

“Oh, what a shame,” You mumble, waiting for him to look back into your eyes before your smile grows wider. “So sad… I have a blanket with all this room and no one to share it with.”

Jim’s face lights up and he starts looking up and down the hallway as if your room number would just jump out in front of him. “Wait you finally got a room? That’s amazing, Y/N!”

“We finally got a room,” You insist, then hesitate as he locks eyes with you again, “I mean, if you’re still-”

“Yes!” Jim jumps in, grinning. “I would love to. Should’ve said that to begin with.” You both laugh, and you lead him down the hall to your room. Once inside, Jim begins to take a look around while you grab the remote, pushing yourself onto your bed and settling your back against the bedframe. As you turn on the tv, you start flipping through the channels.

“Shouldn’t you go back and rescue your stuff from Dwight’s wrath?”

“I think I’ll give it a night to air out,” Jim mumbles, settling himself slowly at the head of your bed, scooting in to sit next to you. You settle your channel-flipping on some sort of basketball game. You didn’t know much about it yourself, but nothing else seemed interesting and you knew Jim liked the game.

“So,” You begin, turning your position to face Jim fully. “Tell me all about what happened.” He laughs in response, raising a hand to rub the back of his head.

“Oh, well. I basically told you everything already. After you left I went back to my room and Cathy had apparently decided not to put on any clothes and just jumped under the covers on my bed like she owned the place. I got really sick of all of her flirting, so I tried telling her straight to her face, ‘Cathy, I’m sorry but I’m not interested.’”

“Really? Appropriate, given the circumstances.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. She just looked at me like I was crazy and asked if that’s what I thought of her. If I thought she was a whore.” You gasped at the name and Jim nodded, turning to look at you more directly as well. “Of course, I said no. Then she just said ‘Okay good, that’s settled,’ and then continued to flirt with me!”

“No!” You gasped, laughing again. “You did everything including telling her you weren’t interested and she still kept pressing on!”

“Yeah! So I called Dwight back. He came running in with those spray bottles and she tried insisting she didn’t see anything, but when Dwight asked ‘Where’s the bug?’ I didn’t even think about it, I just pointed straight at her.” You widened your eyes, unconsciously scooting closer. You watched Jim track your movement, his grin widening. “She screamed when he started spraying her and jumped off the bed and I thought to myself, ‘Well she got that far, I wonder if she’ll go all the way?’ So then Dwight asked if I saw it and I kept pointing at the sheet she was clutching around herself and-”

“That’s why she ran screaming from your room!” You blurt out, placing your hand on his arm, and then you both begin laughing. “That’s horrible!”

“I know! How could Dwight do something like that!” You laugh harder, shaking your head. After you both manage to calm down, another thought strikes your mind.

“So,” You begin, biting your lip and unsure how to phrase this. “You kept saying that you were sending signals that you obviously didn’t want to do anything with her, right?” You look up toward him, watching his eyes track your lips, realising you're biting them again.

“Uh- well, yeah. Yeah, I did that. It was like she was blind or something.” Jim mumbled, the tips of his cheeks were turning pink and it looked way too nice on him. “Or just, y’know, deliberately ignoring them.”

“What were they?” You ask- mumble, more than anything. Jim hesitates for a second, tilting his head.

“What?”

“What were the signs?” You could see the moment it registers what you’re asking in his eyes when they slightly widen.

“Oh, well. When she originally came in, she jumped on my bed and patted the spot next to her. I ended up sitting on the very corner of it,” He turned to point at the corner of your own bed as if you needed an explanation, then turned back toward you. “But even that felt a bit too much like giving in so I just ended up sort of sliding onto the floor. The entire time she was there I was either standing or sitting on the floor at the end of the bed watching tv.”

“Oh,” You whisper, trying to keep a smile tampered down at the fact that Jim had unflinchingly sat right next to you at the head of the bed. “Well, what else?”

“She tried to bend over directly in front of me.”

“No,” You gasp, laughing again. You hear Jim chuckle a bit before he continues.

“Yeah. I just looked up the whole time, I didn’t want to disrespect her or anything. Then there were the innuendos.”

“O-oh,” You drew out, smirking at him. “Saying innuendos to one Jim Halpert. I’m surprised you could resist her.” He’s quiet after, staring into your eyes. You begin to worry you said the wrong thing before he finally speaks up, his voice sounding a little rough.

“Yeah, maybe if it wasn’t her saying them.” You bite your lip, watching him momentarily before looking away and pretending to watch basketball.

“So what kinds of things did she say then?” As you finally glance back Jim just shrugs, looking quickly at the tv. Was he trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at you? Had he been staring at you? You bite your lip once again, thinking hard. “Ohh, I’m just so cold.” You tried to push your voice into a sultry tone and felt satisfied when Jim turned suddenly, his eyes wide and cheeks red.

“What?”

“That was one of the things she tried, right?” You asked, indicating what you had meant by saying that. You could feel Jim slowly relaxing against you and- wait, against you? When had the two of you got so close that your arms were resting against each other? Your faces were even closer than you remembered and you were beginning to get lost in his eyes.

“Y/N?” You blink a few times, realizing you had zoned out for a moment. If he had answered you, you had definitely missed it.

“Yeah?” You couldn’t help how breathless your voice sounded, and you could only hope that Jim wouldn’t realize why and then leave.

“Are you cold?” His voice was low and rough again and distracted you from the words he said for a few beats too long. Even after, his words had your brain scrambling to a halt, and you could feel your mouth opening and closing- gaping like a fish. How attractive. And yet, through all this Jim maintained how close he was to you. How he was slightly hunching over, his face closer to yours than it maybe should’ve been.

“I- yes,” You answer, nodding your head slowly, in obvious disbelief. “Yes, I’m cold.”

“Would you like help to warm up?” Jim was already shifting slowly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in closer to him.

“Yes, I- I would,” You stutter out, pushing yourself slowly down to lay your head on his chest. Once the both of you were settled, you were essentially laying together on your hotel bed and were cuddling. You were laying on Jim, you could feel his chest rising and falling with breath, and you had your arms wrapped around him to hold him close and he was letting you.

Maybe this trip didn’t turn out so bad after all.

[pumpkinspiie]

prompt: ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

with Jim Halpert <3.

i need some hurt/comfort with good ol’ jimbo

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

(warnings. mentions of suicide and depression.)

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” “She was a great woman.” “I couldn’t imagine what your going through.” Those sentences were repeating over and over again in Y/N’s head. All day during her late mom’s, M/N, funeral. Y/N loved her mom. Her mom was a single mother but she did everything that she could for her daughter to give her the life that she never did.

When Y/N got the life changing call, she was at her best friend Jim’s house, they were watching a horror film on Netflix. Jim could tell by the S/C woman that whatever it is the other person on the other side of the phone was saying wasn’t anything good.

That night when Y/N got home, she cried. She cried herself to sleep that night. She stayed home for the next few days. Not going out for anything unless it was absolutely necessary. The 27-year old spent her day looking through old memories of her and her mom throughout the years.

The rest of the week Y/N stayed home cooped up in her bed. She was depressed, she loved her mom and now that she was gone, Y/N had no one. Jim however noticed Y/N’s absence.

“Dwight, have you seen Y/N?” Jim asked quietly. Dwight looked over a Jim with a shrug. “She’s at home.” Jim looked at Dwight silently telling him to continue. “Doing what Dwight?”

The male co-worker looked at Jim with a ‘bitch’ look. “How am I supposed to know Jim? Last thing i heard from her was that her mom passed and she’s taking some time off.” at those words, Jim finally realized why she was absent. Jim knew the relationship between Y/N and her mom. he knew how much she meant to her.

Y/N laid in her bed crying for what felt like the 100th time today. She hadn’t move for hours , at this point her thighs were starting to hurt from not moving.

Jim walked in to Y/N’s apartment. She had given him a spare key when she went out of town to watch her fish and never took it back. Not that Jim would’ve given it back anyway. The apartment was dark, all the blinds were drawn and there was stench. Like death. Jim walked towards Y/N’s room opening the door slightly.

Y/N didn’t hear Jim come in. She couldn’t hear anything, she was too out of it.

“Oh, Y/N..” Jim whispered once he caught sight of the distraught woman curled up in bed. Speaking of, she turned towards Jim teary eyed. “Jim.” She whispered out getting up wrapping her arms around his neck crying. Jim reciprocated the hug.

“I heard what happened from Dwight, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He tightly wrapped his arms around her.

“What are you doing here Jim?” Y/N asked burying her face into his shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

jim halpert x reader

(A/N: sorry this took so long ml’s! i’ve been genuinely very out of it lately but i had to push through it to get this out, i hope you guys enjoy it. i know it’s not best but once i get back into my grove i’ll edit it but for now i love you💗!)

[redpandarascal]

Pop Quiz!

Look at image, and answer the questions as follow.

Question 1:

Which is the least suspicious name?

(A) Tom

(B) Clancy

(C) Jack

(D) Ryan

Question 2:

Who is Tom Clancy's evil double?

(A) Tom Jack

(B) Ryan Clancy

(C) Ryan Tom

(D) Tom Clancy is the double.

Question 3:

What country does Jack Ryan's Tom Clancy take place in?

(A) The United States

(B) The story takes place on an international scale, but, due to legal constraints placed upon John Krasinski, is filmed only in countries that do not extradite to the United States.

(C) Canada

(D) Trick Question; it takes place in outer space.

Essay Section: Choose two of the prompts. Write a response of two to four paragraphs for both the prompts you chose.

Prompt 1:

Is the man in the image Jim Halpert? Why, or why not?

Prompt 2:

Defend your answer to question one. Of the names available to you, why did you chose the one you did, and how long did you spend answering the question?

Prompt 3:

Do you have Prime Video? Explain your answer. What is your username and password?

Bonus Question! If you get this one right, you can get up to ten points!

Where is actor Rainn Wilson? Why is he not in this photo?

[1800titz]

Hi! What is the NSFW alphabet prompt? Haven’t heard about it. I hope your anxiety is better now! Have you tried getting a weighted blanket maybe? Giving you a big hug! - 26

HII

It’s one of these little templates! I saw a Jim Halpert one the other day and I was like 😳 why have I not done this for Mr. Eros? Laying under my weighted blanket as I type! Thanks so much, my love 🫂 Giving you a hug right back

[mischievous-thunder]

[1985keery]

✰ prompt list ✰

Hey!!!! So I love to write so I made a prompt list! If you want me to do a certain one, just message me this number(s) and person!! i do

- that 70s show

- stranger things

- jim halpert

- bbc sherlock

- + more!!!

anyway here are the prompts lol:

1. "I love that color on you"

2. "What could possibly go wrong"

3. "You haven't been yourself lately"

4. "My boyfriend is a basic white girl"

5. "Maybe I'm meant to be alone"

6. "Stop acting like you care!"

7. "What happened to you!"

8. "You don't sing anymore"

9. “It's 4 in the fucking morning"

10. "I'm dying!" "It's a sprained ankle"

11, "You promised me - you promised!"

12. "You don't know me at all"

13. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO CUTE"

14. "I love you" "Why"

15. "You're so cheesy"

16. "I wish you could see yourself as I see you"

17. "Is that my skirt?"

18. "I see how you look at him"

19. *Cackling* "Stop, I'm gonna pee!"

20."Ya know what, I'm not even gonna ask"

21. "Your breath smells good"

22. "How would you know what that taste like?"

23. "Of course you were in marching band"

24. "You're mine, and I don't share"

25. "Okay, that one hurt, but I'll let it slide"

26. "You're so cute! Take your pants off"

27. "My work is important!" "And I'm not?"

28. "You'll catch me right?" "Always"

29. "We are not naming our child that"

30. "Stay here and don't move, I'll be right back"

31. "I don't even know who you are anymore!"

32. "It's not what it looks like"

33. "Take one more step and I snap her pretty little neck"

34. "Hey hey hey, I'm here, you're okay, you're safe"

35. "Please stop crying, it breaks my heart"

36. "Get down from there!"

37. "Don't be afraid, I'm here"

38. "Can you just hold me?"

39. "It was you and me against the world. The world won"

40. "Whatever you do, don't make a sound"

41. " I was angry, and she was available, and I'm so sorry"

42. "Stop it - you're scaring me"

43. "Do you still like me" "I married you"

44. "Man, you're whipped"

45. "You loved her. You loved her and it scared you and now she's gone"

46. "Psst, wake up"

47. "What are you gonna do about it"

48. "Shut up" "Make me"

49. "Just one more kiss"

50. "I have to go to work" "Nooooooooo"

51."Behave - we're in public"

52. "I don't want your pity"

53. "Are you okay" "Yeah" "You're bleeding" "Okay maybe I lied"

54. "That's what she said"

55. "Go upstairs and lock the door, okay? Don't come out unless I tell you"

56. "What the hell is that supposed to mean"

57. "You make my heart happy"

58. "I'm obsessed with that dimple"

59. "I think I've loved you since that first day"

60. "No takesies- backsies"

61. "You taste good"

62. "You are love in it's best form"

63. "Oh my sweet girl/boy, what have they done to you"

64. "You can't die on me, do you understand, you can't"

65. "Her angel eyes see the good in many devils"

66."This is illegal" "Yep"

67. "Well tell them to fuck off" "But that's mean!"

68. "You're so immature" "Your moms so immature"

69."You look so good tonight, baby"

70. "The worlds biggest badass can't handle a book where the dog dies"

71."We have each other, and that's enough"

72. "If you wanted a kiss you could've just asked"

73. "Stop biting your lip"

74. "You knew how important this was to me"

75. "I'm out of second chances"

76. "I can do whatever I want, we're not dating, remember?"

77. "I'm just one of your many booty calls"

78. "I would give you the world if I could"

79. "Ew, I look gross"

80. "I don't want you to get sick!"

81. "People are staring at us"

82. "I'll always be here, no matter what"

83. "You can get closer, you know"

84. "Can you sit still"

85. "You have the mentality of a toddler"

89. "You p-promised you-you-you wouldn't let them h-hurt mmmm me"

90. "That's my girl"

91. "I'm fine" "Don't do this" "Really, I'm fine" "Let me help you!"

92. "Stop cursing" "Fuck you"

93. "You're cute when you blush"

94."Are - are you jealous?"

95. "What are you doing?" "My best"

96. "Puppy dog eyes don't work on- Fine"

97. "Are you okay?" "I wanna be"

98. "I won this for you"

99. "It's watching me" "What is" "That plushie"

100. "I'm coming to get you, okay? Just stay there"

101. "If we get out of here alive, I'm gonna kill you"

102. "Come in, lunch is ready"

103. "I'm gonna try to lose a few pounds" "Please don't your stomach is the comfiest pillow"

104. "I've been waiting for you for over 6 hours"

105. "Hey, weird question, but why is the kitchen on fire?"

106. "Mmm nope, it's naptime"

107. "Did you eat my leftovers?"

108. "Wow! I was not prepared for that"

109. *Sees a moose* "That's a weird looking cow"

110. "Hello, my love" "What's up fucker"

111. "Don't make me be alone again"

112. "Oh, my apologies, I didn't realize you ruled the world"

113. "You get super clingy when you're drunk"

114. "I can't believe you fell for that"

115. "What the hell is that?" "That's my new best friend"

116. "I hate that I'm still in love with you"

117. "You are gorgeous, love, don't ever doubt that"

118. "I never wanna let you go"

119. "You make me feel all warm inside"

120. "Just go to sleep darling, I'll be right here when you wake up"

121. "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working"

122. "You're the best pillow"

123. "Stop messing with your IV"

124. "I thought you were gone" "You can't get rid of me that easily"

125. "It should've been me"

126. "Kiss me"

127. "Open this door before I break it down"

128. "Were you ever gonna tell me?"

129. "I saw that. You just checked me out"

130. "Nothing could make me stop loving you"

131. "I'm not special. I'm quite boring, really"

132. "Feels good, huh?"

133. "You're an angel"

134. "Did you just smack my butt with a rubber chicken?"

135. "Do you think we should just stop... this"

136. "Do you really believe that"

137. "It'd make sense why you like her more than me. I mean, she's smarter, prettier, funnier, she's perfect"

138. "Do you miss him?" "He absolutely shattered me" "But do you miss him?" "Yes"

139. "I want an answer, damn it!"

140. "Do you regret it?"

141. "This is why we can't have nice things"

142. "I never stood a chance, did I?"

143. "You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?"

144. "You don't have to hide anymore"

145. "You never cease to amaze me"

146. "See you in the next life, my love"

147. "Are you even listening to me right now?!"

148. "I can't do this anymore"

149. "This was a mistake"

150. "Shut up! Just - Just shut up!"

151. "You deserve so much better"

152. "Whose ass do I have to kick?"

153. "I worked so hard to be where I am now and I'm not gonna let someone take that away from me"

154. "Pack your shit and go"

155. "You'll be the death of me"

156. "I don't need protecting"

157. "I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten"

158. "Go then, leave! See if I care!'

159.  "If you haven't noticed, I'm fucked up"

160. "You reek of alcohol"

161. "Don't talk, keep your strength"

162. "I broke my rules for you"

163. "She may seem like rainbows and sunshine, but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips"

164. "How bad do you want to find out?"

165. "You look great in my shirt"

166. "You'll regret this when you're sober"

167. "You look cute with bed head"

168."Mmmm, you're warm"

169. "It was only a nightmare"

170. "It's not bad to cry.  In fact, I think it makes a person stronger"

[justauthoring]

Just Not Your Thing // Jim Halpert

Request: Hi, could I get a Jim x Reader with prompts 14 and 20? Thanks! Prompts: (14)  “Come on, you’re only young once.” and (20)  “You gotta stop doing that.”

A/N: In the Halloween spirit :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 580  

Scary just wasn’t your thing. It never had been and it never would be. You didn’t like being jump-scared, you most definitely didn’t like horror movies and Halloween, despite the innocent ‘trick-or-treating’, you just didn’t do.

Something you’d learn though, in your year of dating Jim, was that he, in fact, loved Halloween. He didn’t dress up, or anything like that, but he most certainly loved the creepier, more frightening side of Halloween. Something, no matter how hard you tried to, you just couldn’t relate to.

“Nope,” you mumbled, popping the p as you took a few steps back, shaking your head repeatedly. “Not happening. No way.”

It didn’t help that your hand was still entwined with that of Jim’s, allowing him to easily pull you back forward and into his arms with a wide grin. With a pout, you kept your eyes trained on the mini-haunted house before you, letting your head fall against Jim’s chest with a sigh.

“Jim, you know how I feel about haunted houses,” you whine, “or anything scary in general.”

“Come on,” Jim grins down at you, letting you pull your head back to meet his gaze. “You’re only young once.”

“I’m not even that young,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Jim frowns, offering feigned pity.

Rolling your eyes, you turn back towards the haunted house, noticing the line Jim had somehow gotten you into was considerably shorter than it had been a few moments ago. You were next.

“I don’t like this,” you huff, narrowing your eyes.

Jim leans into you, wrapping an arm around your waist with a light chuckle. “I know,” he nods, “but don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

You opened your lips to argue, but the lady working the haunted house calls you both forward, taking your tickets and allowing the both of you to pass through. She offers a short “good luck”, along with a chuckle, obviously not unaware of your nervous behavior. And then, you’re inside.

You walked in with a frown, and nerves, but you walk out laughing your ass off.

“I cannot believe after all that, you’re the one who got scared!”

“I did not get scared,” Jim grumbled, pouting with a faint blush on his cheeks.

Once you were far away enough from the crowd, you spun around to face your boyfriend, raising your finger to point at him accusatory. “You so did! You wouldn’t let go of my hand the entire time.”

“Okay, okay,” Jim sighs, offering you a short smile. “You’ve made your point.”

With one last small giggle, you slip your hand into Jim’s, leaning against him. “I want to say thank you, Jim. If you hadn’t forced me to go in there, I never would’ve laughed this hard.”

“Done yet?” Jim smirks, raising a brow.

“Now,” you grin, “i’m done.”

A moment of silence passes the both of you. Jim’s eyes are glossing around the small Halloween event around the both of you while yours are trained on him. After a moment of thought, you lean up, pressing a gentle and chaste kiss against his cheek.

Jim turns to you in surprise, using his free hand to touch the spot you’d just kissed. “You gotta stop doing that.”

Grinning up at him, you blink innocently; “do what?”

“You gotta stop being so cute.”

“Oh, nice try,” you laugh, “but i’m never gonna let you live this down.”

“It was worth a try.”

-

let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

requests are closed!

[stxrshxpxd]

his precious

pairing: jim halpert x reader

word count: 1k

warning: none

prompt: reader is nervous about a sales meeting and her flirty office bestie jim helps her out

I couldn’t stop the sigh that ripped from my chest as I sat down in my chair and dropped my bag on the floor all in one heavy movement. I had dreaded this day for about a week. Jim’s eyes were on me instantly from my left.

“Morning,” he said cautiously, almost in a question.

“Goodnight,” I replied and laid my head on my forearm, enjoying a moment of pitch black behind my closed eyelids. Jim laughed weakly and it brought a little joy to my dark core.

“What’s up?”

When I peeked back up I saw he had lowered his head too, peering at me from under his soft fringe and with his chin pressing into his own forearm. It felt strangely intimate and the whole thing made my belly flutter shortly.

“Sleep bad?” he asked again.

“I guess.”

Sitting up straight, I sighed again and watched him mirror my action. His eyes were big and sweet and seemed to have no interest in abandoning me for his computer screen.

“I have that sales pitch with the library today, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m the worst salesman this office has ever seen.”

I truly couldn’t remember the last sale I had closed and the last time my salary was anything above bare minimum. Knowing that in about an hour I would have to sit in that meeting and fail once again made my stomach twist with anxiety.

“Wait, you’re going with...” Jim started and his face contorted with some amusement as he knew the answer but wouldn’t say it.

“Dwight,” I finished his thought with a firm nod and Jim tried to contain his playful smirk at my misery.

“By all means, bask in my pain.”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed and leaned forward, petting my arm swiftly with his hand. His warm fingers sent tingles through my body and another type of anxiety settled in my abdomen. I definitely thought Jim had begun touching me a lot more in the last few weeks. He always seemed to stand closer than normal and went out of his way to whisper inside jokes during meetings. It all made me terribly hopeful that he might be feeling what I’m feeling.

“Dwight’ll close it though, you just-“

“No, cause I’m supposed to lead the whole thing. So that I learn or whatever,” I cut him off and sank down in my seat. “Besides, I don’t think Dwight possesses enough empathy to step in and save me from failing.”

“He definitely doesn’t,” Jim agreed and I sighed once again, readying myself to lay my head down against my desk and close my eyes for another few minutes. But then Dwight came back from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand, and, more interestingly, Jim fully grabbed my wrist. It made my heart jump and I stumbled after him, allowing him to lead me away with a mischievous smirk.

Pulling me into the kitchen, Jim let go of me but stayed close as he fished his cell phone out of his pant pocket. Hushing me, he leaned in even closer and pointed at Dwight’s back in the distance while he held the ringing phone between our ears. I had caught on to what he was doing, but I couldn’t focus at all with his nose an inch away from mine. For three dial tones everything was still and quiet and I swore I could feel his soft breaths. Then Dwight picked up.

“Hello.”

“Hey, uhh,” Jim began in a deep, contorted voice. “Is this Mr. Scoot?”

I had to cover my mouth to keep from giggling at Jim’s indecipherable accent and he silently hushed me and then bit down on his lip, his smile slightly slanted and so pretty.

“It’s Mr. Schrute.” Dwight corrected and I glanced at him shifting in his seat.

“Right, right. My bad, sir. Well. I have a truck full of hay here at your door and there ain’t nobody here to sign for it. Now, I could-”

“It wasn’t supposed to come until next Thursday!” Dwight cut off and I smiled at Jim’s animated sigh of relief. His plan had worked.

“I will be there as soon as I can,” Dwight blurted in our ears and I watched him slam the phone, already heading in our direction. Jim was quick to hide his phone in his pocket again and swiveled around to act occupied, scanning the insides of the nearest cupboard.

“Jim! I have to go. Hay emergency. You’re taking my place on the library sales pitch with your precious Y/N,” Dwight exclaimed with some disdain and was out of there as quickly as he had entered, leaving me alone again with Jim and his now violently blushing cheeks. My heart had dropped and then jumped up to my throat. It took a moment before he looked at me again and either of us spoke. His precious Y/N. Had he been talking about me with Dwight? That didn’t sound right. Were we that obviously flirty?

“Thank you,” I laughed emptily and Jim looked at me for a second before gazing down at his shoes.

“Yep, no problem,” he laughed back and rubbed his neck.

Yet another long moment passed of quiet and discomfort. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at Jim’s golden brown hair and down his tall body, dressed in his usual black and white. He looked so good.

At last I tried to steer us back to our normal repertoire.

“Man, I can’t wait to see Dwight’s face when he gets back here.”

“Oh, he’ll kill me,” Jim nodded, his cheeks having lost some of their red tint and the tension easing again. “Luckily I’m bigger than him.”

“He’s stronger,” I teased and began heading out of the kitchen.

“Hey, I just helped you out majorly. Watch it, Y/L/N!” Jim joked and followed me out to our desks. I caught a big glimmer in his eyes as he smiled and laughed with me, and my belly flipped again.

“Okay, let’s go over this pitch.”

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Hello! I love ur writing sm u don’t even know it’s very *chefs kiss*✨

I’m also currently in some kind of Jim Halpert phase rn and I absolutely loved ur two parter you did with him. I was wondering if you could do another Jim x male/gn reader? There’s barely any for him and it’s just sad😔 I don’t really have a prompt or anything so it could be a free write or just going off ur previous fics if u want. Unless u actually want me to think of something to go off of I could try!

Can u tell how desperate I am for a Jim fic?😭. Anyway, even if u end up not taking this request, ty! <3

This is interesting, I mainly stay with gender neutral readers, but I can definitely make a male specific one! Let me know if you have any specific requests! (Any sort of interaction with this post will likely have me posting this one faster, so just let me know 😊)

[foreverandalwayscrysis]

The Office!AU where Bellarke are ready to leave the hospital and Bellamy goes into the room fully expecting to shake hands, take Clarke back, and go kick corporate's ass at volleyball, only to have his life completely changed because Clarke is sitting there in shocked silence while the doctor goes on and on and it's not until he hears the word baby that he's totally stunned into happiness and has to physically untangle himself from hugging Clarke to walk outside to call the team and say, "Hey, Octavia, um. Send the subs in." because they're having a baby and he's crying and Clarke's crying and I'm just an emotional mess

[floraltypes]

Happy 400 Rose!!! So happy for you <3 Can I please have an orchid with Jim Halpert?

pairing - jim halpert x reader

prompt - “your lips are just too damn kissable”

summary - a few office workers attend a secret dinner and others can’t help but to gossip

where to request - here

“So, Y/n, how was that dinner you had the other day?” Oscar questioned, sitting besides you at his desk as you worked diligently at trying to crunch the numbers, as you listened to your music with one headphone in.

“My dinner?” You repeated, having trouble remembering the specific event he was speaking of as you placed the calculator down, to turn his way.

“Yesterday, when Michael invited us all to go to Poor Richards, you mentioned something of having to attend a dinner,” He shrugged, now turning his attention away to quickly type nonsense in his computer. “How was it?”

“Oh, it was nice, very sweet.” You nodded, returning back to your work with a small smile.

The camera quickly zoomed into Oscar’s face with a sly smile, typing away at a email which was soon sent to Angela.

“Now, I’m not one to gossip,” Oscar put his hand on his chest, looking into the camera with a look of innocence. “But, the girl is so secretive, always actually doing her work and never revealing anything! But now, it’s almost for certain that she is dating someone, that’s her secret she’s trying to hide. I mean, I would know something about secret dating,” He gestured to himself.

Angela opened the email, her eyes slightly wandering before she rolled them and quickly switched her screen to one of a cat before the camera could get a good shot of it. The religious woman continued on with the appearance of working diligently, but in reality, she was typing into a search bar “how to know if your co-worker is a secret prostitute”. 

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander some more to that supposed dinner, the one that involved a very sweet kiss at the end and a small note with a new song to listen to. It was the only one you could play on repeat at the moment, and used it to fuel you and motivate you to get your work done quicker.

On the opposite end of the office, the sales area set up by the receptionist desk, also had a certain man getting pestered about a supposed dinner the other night. 

“Pam, I told you,” Jim sighed, shaking his head a bit with a small laugh. He turned his rolling chair to face back to his computer, a way to try and avoid contact with one person in the office he would consider a good friend. She stood behind her own desk, faxing a paper, but stopping the movement in order to bother, or interrogate, Jim just a bit more. “I went out with a old buddy from high school.”

“That’s so unbelievable!” She exclaimed, picking up a crumpled piece of paper from the near by trash bin and throwing it near his head. He just took the paper and continued the action by throwing it at Dwight now. 

“It’s the truth, I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“I want to know who the dinner was really with, you’ve been acting so strange lately. I would know, you’re like my best friend in the office, and for some reason you seem more content or more motivated with your job for just talking about how much you hated it not too long ago.”

“I have not changed, I still hate this job, just, well, a bit less,” He continued on with his typing, now dialing a number as Pam tried to rush around her desk in order to reach him before it would go through. 

“You have,” Dwight interjected their conversation, putting down his dark red pen and turning his full body to face the duo. “You used to make around two to three calls a day, now make around five, You finish logs quicker and tend to take your lunch breaks more in the office than outside of it. You only go to the bathroom once a day and get a cup of coffee early, before the work day starts. You’ve finally begun to put more pride into this job, a job you are fortunate to have. You could be jobless Jim.”

Jim didn’t respond for a moment, letting his gaze wander over to where the cap stuck to the bottom of a black pen was sitting on your lip, your left hand holding the white paper with numbers and dates galore. You looked peaceful, yet confused, it was interesting to the man how you could portray two different emotions at once.

“I’m not going to be jobless, Dwight,” He shook his head, removing his gaze to look at the computer once again. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Even Dwight agrees!” Pam exclaimed, shaking his shoulders as another sigh left Jim’s lips.

Luckily for the man, the phone begun to ring, the receptionist having to go back to her duties and Dwight had his attention back on his own work. Glancing over at the time, Jim jumped back into his own duties, silently counting down the time to the awaited lunch break.

“What do you got today?” He looked over at your small spread out, a plastic container with some simple foods and a napkin kindly placed right on the side, a water bottle still cold from the fridge. “Something for me?” A smile glided over his lips, picking at one of your fruits to plop it into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean,” You laughed, scooting the container away in the slightest, the both of you chuckling once again as he begun to eat away at his sandwich. “I have to end lunch early today.”

“Why?” His voice was a bit muffled, food stuck on the creases of his teeth as he stopped his chomping to mutter the word.

“I’ve got to meet up with my mom, she’s been begging me,” You reminded him. “I told you this already.”

“Must’ve slipped my mind. One thing that hasn’t, well, was that dinner I went to the other night.”

“Really now? And why would you say that?”

“It was definitely memorable, especially ending the moment with such a-”

“Is this seat taken?” Kelly quickly strode over, plopping onto the open chair right besides you and flipping her hair. “Ryan is sending too many mixed signals! He won’t tell me if he likes the blue or pink dress better, I mean whichever one he chooses means something.”

“It’ll be okay, Kelly,” You turned your body to now face the distressed girl. Jim silently packed up his food, moving to the other table where some other co-workers were seated, chatting amongst themselves.

“I’m telling you! Here, Jim would know,” Oscar pointed at the man mentioned, the attention of Angela, Meredith, and Andy all falling onto him.

“Know what?” He asked.

“You’re good friends with Y/n, what was this dinner she went on?”

“I’m not sure, uh, a dinner?”

“What a horrible answer,” Andy laughed. “Come on Big Tuna, give us something good, give me something good.”

“Really, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“The truth,” Angela tried to pry more.

“She obviously is seeing a man, it could be the new sales for Vance Refrigeration, he isn’t bad on the eyes. One time, I did see him specifically talking to Y/n in the elevator,” Oscar revealed.

“You sure it can’t be the new IT guy, he spent a little too much time at Y/n’s desk, probably trying to get a look do-”

“Ew, Meredith!” Angela shook her head in distaste, quickly cutting off her more provocative ideas.

“Well, interesting talk,” Jim muttered, throwing away the rest of his food, making a path to his desk to unenthusiastically throw himself into the chair, slouched over to click short taps for the computer.

He stared at his computer for a good moment, procrastination taking over once again, leading his mouse to wander to his emails. Yet, the first one, at the very top, was one of you complimenting him for the lovely evening from the other day. It was sweet and ended with a nice message about how that day ended.

Quickly he got up from his seat, a quick hand reaching for the winter coat as he took the steps to the parking lot, letting his feet lead him to the normal parking space you seemed to always park in. As you were about to close your passenger door you caught notice of his figure.

“Jim?” You shut the door, walking over to him. “Is something wrong?” He immediately wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for a delightful kiss, pulling you even closer at the same time. It wasn’t long, but it was romantic, the cold day with a small patches of snow still littering around the ground and wind whipping any unsecured strands of hair away from their sanctuary. It was sweet. “What was that for?”

He laughed, just laughed for a couple seconds and running his hand through his hair, the tip of his nose beginning to become pinker, and coat barely fastened correctly. “Since that date, and that kiss, and now, it’s just that your lips are too damn kissable.”

“That’s so cheesy,” You giggled, now taking your own turn to laugh. “Who knew you got such lines up your sleeve.”

“If you want more I can get some, trust me,” He poorly winked.

“I might take you up on that.”

“Well, Jim, he’s not too bad,” You muttered to the camera, lightly tapping your pant leg. “He, he is a very caring co-worker. He definitely knows how to make someone feel appreciated.”

“Y/n? She’s a little feisty when you get to know her, so be careful, not as sweet as she tries to appear,” Jim let his laugh get the best of him, the pink still present and a bit of gloss at the corner of his lips. The camera zoomed into his face even more, catching the pink to that was now spreading to his cheeks and the lip gloss shined brighter in the light. “No, but, she’s really great.”

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[cindyyberman]

finally. | jim halpert

synopsis ── jim has been in love with you for years and everyone in the office thinks it's time for him to make a move. too bad they're a bit too slow. ♡

── jim halpert x fem!reader genre ── fluff word count ── 813 note ── jim and pam have no romantic feelings in this even tho i love them ♡ marvel masterlist ; misc masterlist ; prompts ; character list ; request rules

Working at Dunder Mifflin certainly had it's perks, and your deskmates were one of them. Well, maybe not Dwight, he was just sort of obnoxious. But Jim and Pam were nice, the two of them quickly becoming your best friends.

Pam saw the way Jim looked at you, and she was the first person to tell him to go for it, eventually everyone else in the office caught on, encouraging him to ask you out.

But what they didn't know was that he already had.

He'd asked you out at the end of your very first shift together, everyone deciding to go out to Poor Richards. He'd walked you to your car and told you that you could feel free to reject him without fear of him making it awkward at work, and he'd asked you to dinner.

"I'd love to, Halpert," you'd smiled up at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Now eighteen months later, your coworkers were at their wits end. Pam was "sick of thirdwheeling" and Dwight reminded Jim almost daily that your level of fertility was dropping by the day.

He was at his desk one day, working quietly alongside Dwight and Pam. You were in the break room, talking to Erin and every so often he would take a quick glance up at you. Dwight put his receiver down harshly once he'd said goodbye, glaring at Jim. "Will you stop that? You're distracting me from my work,"

"I wasn't doing anything," Jim retorted. "Just go back to whatever you were doing,"

"I didn't see anything," Pam said. "What's going on?"

"Jim will not stop staring at the break room," Dwight said. "And there's only two people in there so either he's suddenly gained romantic attraction to Erin or-"

"Shut up, Dwight," Jim said. "I'm not doing anything. Leave it,"

"When are you finally gonna tell her how you feel?" Pam spoke up, giving him an apologetic look for not changing the subject.

"Someone of her nature, an intelligent woman with lovely friends," he gestured to himself. "Objectively, she's attractive, with a stable job. Someone's going to want to mate with her,"

"Don't... say that," Pam grimaced at his choice of words. "He's right about the rest of it, though. She's really nice and very pretty and if you don't ask her out, someone else will,"

Oscar stopped his journey across the office to comment. "We talking about Jim's crush?"

"I do not have a-"

"No," Dwight said, making Jim breathe a sigh of relief until he continued. "We're talking about Jim's cowardice,"

Oscar let out a laugh before patting Jim on the shoulder, leaning down. "Just go for it, man. She likes you back,"

"She does," Pam agreed. "Everyone can see,"

Dwight nodded. "I don't know why, given that as I said she is at least an 8.3 out of 10. She has a symmetrical face, a good sense of business wear, and she is very flirtatious, especially with eligible men such as myself,"

Pam and Jim exchanged dubious looks. "Name one time she's ever flirted with you,"

"November 3rd," Dwight answered smugly. "She brought a new stapler but after mine became jammed after an incident," he gave a pointed look at Jim, who gave him a confused look back, maintaining his innocence. "She said she'd splurged and bought a more expensive one because it seemed nicer and seemed genuinely excited to use it for the first time. After she found out about my stapler she gave hers to me without question. Tell me, Jim. Has she ever given you her stapler?"

From his office, Jim heard Michael let out a muffled laugh at the sexual-sounding nature of the question, the three of them rolling their eyes at their boss.

"Okay, here she comes, Dwight," Pam shushed him. "Stop talking about how she's in love with you," she gave Jim another apologetic look.

As you reached your desk, Jim spoke up. "Hey, can you come here? I need to show you something," That had the whole surrounding office's attention, wondering if Jim would finally tell you how he felt. You approached his desk and as you reached him, he stood up and kissed you, hard, in the middle of the office.

Pam let out a clap, Dwight would deny to his dying day that he smiled, and the rest of their coworkers exchanged grins and whispers of "finally."

You pulled away, breathless. "Damn, Halpert. Pulling the moves on me in the middle of work,"

He kissed you again. "I needed to prove to them all that I'm not a coward," again. "And that I am good enough for you," he whispered.

You smiled, kissing him again before Dwight could scold you about PDA in the office. "So that's what you do when you need to prove them wrong? Got anything else you need to prove?"

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[ghostbc-headcanons]

since it’s almost halloween do you have any hc’s about what the papas/ghouls would wear for halloween? and what if their s/o wanted to do a couples costume? :)

I WAS GONNA WRITE THIS PROMPT ANYWAYS I COMPLETELY FORGOT THIS WAS SENT IN!!! anywho HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! i hope you enjoy this post!!

CLERGY + HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

PAPA NIHIL: he'd probably go as a classic movie monster! if you asked, he'd be happy to do a couples costume with you!! he would immediately suggest the bride of frankenstein and, well, frankenstein because......... they're in love duh

PAPA I: this man fucking loves halloween are you shitting me. he dresses up every year and he has every single year and he'll NEVER STOP. his go-to costume is nosferatu (SHOUT OUT TO NOSFERATU PRIMO ANON i keep you in my thoughts all the time) he wouldn't mind doing a couples costume but he is very picky about halloween costumes so if you're willing and able to cooperate with him, then by all means go for it!

PAPA II: he's not as big on the costume thing as his brothers, to be honest. he's much more of a decorations guy he'll do really low effort costumes every year, literally just imagine him in like jim halperts 3-hole punch costume. that's secondo on halloween, he is that guy. so i think if he were to do a couples costume with you you'd REALLLY have to try and convince him. and even then it's probably gonna be so goofy LMAO

PAPA III: he goes over the top with his halloween costumes. i think he would definitely go as like a really glammed up version of elvira, heels and tights and exaggerated make-up galore!!! and of fucking course he'd do a couples costume with you, hell, he'd probably be the first to suggest it!

PAPA IV/COPIA: he feels like he's an animal costume kind of guy. i am feeling like he'd dress up as a bat with his sick as fuck bat cape harness thing or like. a sexy fire hydrant or something. does this make sense anyways he would love to do a couples costume, especially if it is a jokey one because the ones that are jokes (+ innuendos) are the best obviously

(bonus) SISTER IMPERATOR: goes gorey for sure! will make it look like she got impaled by a chainsaw (she is shockingly good at sfx?) also she would do a couples costume only if it is iconic or... well, gorey. or both

ERA V GHOULS ARE UNDER THE CUT cause this got longer than i expected it to be! :)

CIRRUS: winifred sanderson

CUMULUS: sarah sanderson

SUNSHINE: mary sanderson (OBVIOUSLY THEY'RE DOING A TRIO COSTUME)

DEWDROP: DID NOT WANT TO DRESS UP cause he's a little lamewad, but he was forced into a pumpkin costume

MOUNTAIN: hot dog

AETHER: ...banana. but sexy

RAIN: cat! he likes cats

SWISS: an angel because he thought it'd be funny