#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 🫡

[princesitangelita]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..

warnings: flirty banter, teasing, fluff, mild humor, slight tension (?), jim being a little jealous (a lot, actually), close proximity

a/n: first jim prompt :,) feel free to send in req’s!

wc: 1.1k

“..but why? why do you think it’s impossible for me to sell paper?” jim was leaning over the counter of the receptionist desk, both of your faces not far from one another’s. “because you answer the phone like this!” he taunted your high pitched ‘customer service’ voice, your cheeks heating as you giggled quietly. “i do not sound like that!” jim smiled when you accidentally snorted, your eyes widening in embarrassment. phyllis looked over at you two, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “there’s a reason you didn’t get the sales position, ditzy.”

you gasped, slapping his arm playfully. “that’s a low blow, halpert!” shaking your head, you opened up the spreadsheet michael had forwarded to you, “and by the way, my insane typing skills got me this position. i get to sit and look pretty all day..” jim nodded, eyes flittering down to the soft curve of your lips. “yeah, that you do.” his voice dropped down a few octaves, the sound paired up with his words made butterflies flutter in your tummy. the girls were so going to be hearing about this later.

you met his eyes for a brief moment, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly at the sudden energy shift. “seriously though, how hard could it be?” just as you asked him, his phone began ringing. “wanna find out?” you were up on your feet, basically buzzing with excitement as you followed jim over to his desk. the last thing jim expected you to do was bend over the hardwood his phone was rested on, his distressed glare finding the cameraman. dwight was eyeing you with pinched eyebrows, wondering what the hell you two were up to now.

for his own sake, jim didn’t dare glance down at your backside in that tight pencil skirt of yours, instead he took his seat, pushing himself all the way in under his desk before motioning for you to answer the damned thing. flashing an innocent smile at dwight, he rolled his eyes as you put the receiver to your ear. “jim halpert speaking!” jim closed his eyes, holding in a laugh as he muted the call. “you have to say your name, not mine..” the realization dawned on you, a little ‘oh, that’s right!’ leaving your lips before he unmuted you.

chirping your name into the phone, the man on the other side of the line sounded confused as he carried on. “hello, is this dunder mifflin? the paper company.” you hummed, drawing a few stares from oscar and stanley. “hi there, my name is jonathan and i was tasked with choosing the best paper for my office, and i came across this number. if you don’t mind, i just had a few questions.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “of course, i’d be happy to provide you with answers!” jim leaned in, listening closely to the call.

“why should i choose dunder mifflin as my business’s official paper supplier?” it was a simple question, but it still had you wracking your brain for what you should say. “uhm.. well! here at dunder mifflin, we have the best sales representatives always just one phone call away! we will keep your office and/or work space stocked with only the highest quality of paper, card stock, and many more! all at an amazing price as well, and you didn’t hear this from me.. but if you buy in bulk, you get major steals.” jim was flabbergasted. maybe he should be a receptionist instead. this was your desk now.

“wow! that sounds amazing. you really checked all of my boxes.” he laughed, a hint of flirting evident in his tone. “yeah? well i usually do.” jim looked at the side of your face, his gaze burning hot. “i bet.. look, this might come across as really weird, but gosh your voice is so pretty, it’s a nice change from the usual montone robots answering these phones.” you chuckled, the sound making jim want to snatch the thing out of your hand. dwight noticed this, a smug look taking over his features.

michael had his head poking out of his door, the entire office now listening in on your conversation. “put it on speaker!” erin whispered, everyone agreeing in unison. jim sighed, already not liking where this was going. “oh trust me, i know,” you spoke, “but would you be interested in hearing any of my offers?” you motioned for jim to pull up the package deals sheet on his computer. “please, enlighten me.” you gasped, raising your eyebrows at the man next to you. jim was quick to cover the scowl on his face, a fake smile gracing his lips as he pulled up december’s spreadsheet.

“okayyy! so starting off with the most expensive package, for five hundred dollars a month, you get a weekly delivery on your paper, and this includes an unlimited card stock supply that i can personally guarantee will arrive on time, all the time—”

“i’ll take it.” you blinked, dwight’s grin dropping from his face.

“r-really?! you don’t want to hear about my other packages?” jonathan, the man on the other line let out a disapproving hum. “no, i’ve heard quite enough, i’d love to make a deal with you though.” everyone exchanged looks, you and jim meeting each other’s eyes for the first time during this entire ordeal. “okay, may i please get your information?” you took the phone off of speaker, everyone, including michael, groaning in frustration. “i wanted to hear the deal!” kevin shook his head. angela made a face, turning around in her seat as she resumed watching cat videos on youtube.

you were quiet for a few moments, your eyes widening as jonathan stated his offer. “..so what you’re telling me is; in exchange for purchasing the five hundred dollar package, you want my phone number?” the office went into an uproar, dwight shooting out of his seat. “what is this? a phone sex hotline?!” jim couldn’t stand to listen to another second of this, his index finger reaching out and pressing the ‘end call’ button. you yelped, dropping the phone on his desk. “jim, what the hell?! i totally had that in the bag!” you stood up, a series of shouts sounding around the office.

“transfer him to my phone right now!” meredith shouted, jim wasting no time in giving her the number. “alright, ditzy, you could sell paper.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, clearing his throat as he made eye contact with one of the cameras in the corner. you may be lacking a bit in the logical department, but you were an expert when it came to reading jim, and right now? he looked nothing short of jealous. you leaned down next to his ear. “well i’m glad we could settle that, halpert.” jim swallowed thickly, your perfume diminishing all of his senses.

[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.

[ameenvie]

Treacherous, Pt. 1 - Jim Halpert x fem!reader

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“Out of focus, eye to eye, 'Til the gravity's too much”

Part II

Word count: 2.7k Warnings: nothing in this chapter, nsfw in part 2! Tags: idiots in love, banter, messing around, pining Prompt/Summary: You started working at Dunder Mifflin around 6 months ago, and since then you developed a massive crush on one of your colleagues - Jim Halpert. Things happen. A/N: Will I ever stop titling my fics after songs? NEVER! I have had this in my WIPs for~ f o r e v e r ~ because chapter 2 is still not finished and I wanted to publish them together, but oh well! Maybe posting this will push me to finish that and get back into writing a bit. I have so many Jamie & Viktor WIPs as well, hopefully soon I'll finish those as well, I haven't written anything properly in a year I think so I am a bit rusty. Hope you like it! ❤❤

Your mood matched the Scranton weather in the past few weeks – gloomy. It was raining in the morning when you pulled into the parking lot before you started the day. You shut the engine down and sighed as you looked at the building.

You have been working for Dunder Mifflin for around six months now, since you moved here. Adjusting to the new city, new job and new coworkers wasn’t easy. Especially the new coworkers. As you were walking towards the entrance you accidentally stepped into a puddle which was deeper than it looked, and that caused your shoes to be soaking wet.

"Great, another fantastic day ahead,” you thought, before heading towards the building. When you stepped inside the office, you said hi to the new receptionist and you quickly walked towards the annex where your desk was located. A few people were already in, sitting at their desks – Dwight, of course always the first one to arrive, Meredith and Angela. And Jim.

“Hey you, good morning!” Hearing his voice made you freeze in your tracks, and you turned around to face him. Even if everything else in Scranton was rainy and gloomy, he was sunshine. He leaned back in his chair while he fiddled with a pen, his smile so bright it could light up a whole town. You felt a strange feeling in your chest.

“Hey, good morning.” You replied shortly and absent-mindedly, being lost in your thoughts.

“Are you alright? You seem preoccupied.” His tone switched to a bit more serious one, you could tell he really cared. He was sweet and you two had nice chats from time to time, but you couldn’t really consider what you two had a friendship. He was a nice colleague.

“Oh yeah, I just need to get these shoes dried up asap” you replied, looking down at your soaked feet. “Good thing I keep my granny slippers under my desk.” Jim chuckled as a response.

“You shouldn’t keep your things next to the electricity plugs. Especially polyester slippers, they are a fire hazard.” You heard Dwight say to you without even looking away from his computer screen, clearly fed up with the little small talk you and Jim had going on. You smiled and nodded at Jim as a signal that you’ll be on your way.

“Good luck,” he said, then turned back to his own work as well.

You plopped down into your chair and kicked off your soaked shoes. Luckily there was nobody in the annex yet, as the others usually arrived later than you. You put on your warm slippers and placed the shoes next to the heater. A heavy sigh escaped your lungs as you leaned on your elbows and buried your face into your palms. The strange feeling in your chest started to ease as you focused your mind back on work instead of your coworker.

As the time passed your other colleagues started to arrive and occupy their desks, as chatter filled the air, distracting you from your duties. You decided it was time to get another cup of coffee before you continued. It didn’t take long for Ryan and Kelly to get on your nerves with their constant fighting, but at least you didn’t have to pay for cable if you wanted to watch some crappy daytime drama.

You stepped into the small kitchen smiling about your own little joke when you noticed him. He also smiled when he looked at you.

“Someone’s in a good mood” he said, gesturing towards you with his own coffee mug in his hand.

“I’m just good at entertaining myself it seems.” You stepped closer to him to get a mug out from the cupboard, which was right next to him. He didn’t move when you opened it and stretched your arm to get your favourite mug from the shelf, the move making your shirt untucked and the skin at your hips exposed a little.

“I would say you are pretty entertaining in general. I’m glad you are feeling better.” You poured yourself a cup of coffee while he was slowly drinking his own. He didn’t seem like he was in a rush.

“You can say that, yes” you replied, your voice getting a little shaky at the end of the sentence when you felt the strange feeling in your chest again. A tingling sensation, starting in your chest then spreading through your veins when he stood so close next to you. “I’m a bit nervous about the quarter deadlines.”

“You are?” he asked with surprise in his voice.

“Of course, I still haven’t reached my targets in sales, and I need to by the end of the week. I also have lots of administration that I still need to do, and I’m just not good at this…” Your words came out of your mouth very quickly, and you felt yourself starting to ramble so to avoid that you quickly took a sip out of your coffee. It tasted horrible.

“Hey” he said in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard as he put his hand on your forearm. It felt like your brain glitched for a second when his skin touched yours, and even though it was an innocent gesture, you felt the tingling sensation turn into straight up fire in your veins. Your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest, and you weren’t sure that he didn’t notice that. “You’ll do amazing, I know. And if you need anything from me, don’t be afraid to ask. I’d be happy to help.”

“Thank you” you said, your voice just a little lower than you wanted it to be. You scratched your throat before you spoke again. “I better get back to work. Complaining here won’t sell that paper.” He chuckled in response, and you took your mug to your table and sat down. You rubbed your eyes and sighed before looking up at your screen. It took you a few minutes to calm your nerves, then you delved back to work.

Probably fifteen minutes after you’ve sat down and the next distraction already arrived. Kelly.

“Soooo…” she started her sentence, sitting on the chair next to you, her eyebrows raised.

“So what?” You asked with genuine curiosity, as you had no idea what she wanted. Have you not sent your customer evaluations yet?

“What is going on with you?”

“With me? Um… nothing?” You cocked your brow at her while searching her face.

“Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about!” She was basically whisper-shouting at you. And you genuinely had no idea what she meant.

“I’m sorry Kelly, I really have a lot of work that I have to finish, so if you don’t mind-” you started, but she interrupted you.

“Are you and Jim together?” The sudden question surprised you so much that you choked on your own spit. “Don’t be so dramatic, I see through you.”

“Why would you even think that? No, we are not together!” You looked around yourself before speaking, and lowering your voice to make sure no one else could hear what you were discussing. Kelly was not so discreet.

“Don’t play dumb on me, I saw you two in the kitchen earlier having a little moment!”

“A moment? No, no we were just talking about work” you replied and shook your head at her.

“With his hands on your arm? Yeah right” she scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Don’t be silly, that’s just a thing he does. He does that all the time.”

“Yeah, with you!” She snapped back and gave you a knowing look. You furrowed your eyebrows at her in confusion. “He never touched my arm. Or Meredith’s. Or anyone’s other than you.”

“You’re making this up.”

“Why would I?” She scoffed, but you gave her a knowing look and she rolled her eyes. “Okay of course I would, but not this time! I’m just saying you can’t fool me!”

“Yeah, you’re onto me Kelly. Now please, I need to get a lot of work done if I don’t want to get fired. How would I continue my top-secret office romance then?” You asked sarcastically and waved with your hands.

“Okay-okay, no need to be mean about it!” She stood up from the chair and waltzed back to her desk, where she could delve into her own office romance.

What she said didn’t leave your mind though. Was that true? You wouldn’t put it past her to stir up some gossip and drama just for entertainment. But would she really lie to you like that? What would she gain from it? And if she didn’t lie, what did that mean? Somehow you couldn’t decide if you’d prefer her lying or telling the truth.

Even if you were the only one Jim touched like that, that didn’t mean anything. It’s not like you wanted him to touch you like that. At least it was easier to convince yourself of that. This whole thing didn’t make any sense. You came to the conclusion that Kelly was just trying to get a reaction out of you with her story and there’s nothing more to it.

You delved back into work to try to keep your mind off this, you had enough stuff to worry about already. You spent the first half of the afternoon calling clients and trying to get new deals from the old leads you got from your predecessor – lots of them were completely useless. Suddenly you saw the others stand up and head towards the door.

“Aren’t you coming?” You heard Kelly’s voice. “Michael expects everyone in the meeting room.”

“Sure, I’ll be there in a second!” You quickly turned back to your computer and typed in a few things about your last deal before you forgot, then headed after the others. When you looked inside the room you saw most people already in there, Jim included. He waved at you from the last row and gestured at the empty seat next to himself. Your heart fluttered and you made your way over to him.

“Thanks, best seat in the house” you said, smiling.

“Absolutely. maybe this way we can get away without getting into a super awkward Michael Scott skit” he said while he crossed his arms and shot you a mischievous smile.

“Maybe we’ll be safe from that today, who knows. Have faith, Halpert!”

“I think you might be too optimistic on this one! How about a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I bet that we won’t get away without an awkward Michael situation.”

“I feel like this is a very risky bet on my part, but oh well. What does the winner get?”

“The loser pays for the others lunch tomorrow.” He answered, smiling.

“Deal” you said and shook his hand. In that second Michael appeared in the meeting room and started talking about the quarter ending soon, and sales. The importance of the relationship with the clients.

Jim was leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, swinging his legs slightly. Ever so slightly that his thigh would touch yours every time he did it. Your heart was beating so loud it was all you could hear. This is stupid. Jim’s chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts.

“So, what do you say? How about a little improv? Who wants to sell me some paper?” Michael asked, and of course nobody answered. Everyone was either rolling their eyes or tried to look the other way so they don’t get picked. You tried to make yourself as small as you could so he wouldn’t pick you.

That’s when you felt the touch of a warm hand on your wrist, and it immediately flew to the air. You shot a horrified look at Jim, who was raising your hand for you.

“Ah, perfect, perfect!” You heard the voice coming from the front of the room, and you mouthed an “I’ll kill you!” at Jim. He just chuckled at you.

“You’ll do great!” He whispered and let go of your hand. You were so baffled you couldn’t even answer or object to being selected. Of course, let’s mess with the new staff. That’s fine.

You walked and stood next to Michael who was giggling like a little kid, being very excited about his improv exercise. As every improv with him, this ended up having a secret agent scene involved, where he would save you from an unknown threat, and that’s why he was disguised as a customer wanting to buy paper. You actually couldn’t be mad at him, because his joy was contagious. However, you were kind of mad at Jim.

You plopped down onto your seat next to him, crossing your arms, not looking his way. He scooched closer to you, his thigh now completely pressed against yours. His touch and closeness made you dizzy. Then he leaned towards you, but you didn’t turn towards him.

“I won” he whispered into your ear, and you felt a chill run down your spine as his breath warmed your skin. You felt heat rise in your body, and you started to feel lightheaded from him being so close to you. You immediately turned your head towards him. He was grinning like a child.

“No, you cheated!”

“Did I? I don’t know about that.”

“Yes, you did. I thought more of you, Halpert. Just text me what you want to eat tomorrow” you said and got up as the meeting ended, and you bolted towards the restroom, locking yourself in a stall.

You let out a shaky breath and you buried your face into your hands. This is nothing. It’s nothing. Damn it, Kelly. Why did she have to say those things? You felt like a schoolgirl with your silly little crush on your coworker, but all these things didn’t leave your mind. But even if it was true, even if Jim liked you, what then? Would you start dating? Would you just continue this office flirting forever? Would you just eventually fuck after an office party and completely forget it the next day?

That thought poisoned your mind with images that you didn’t want to think about, especially not in your workplace’s bathroom. But you couldn’t help it, and you felt the heat rise in your body again.

“Fucking hell” you breathed, shaking your head as if you could just shake those thoughts out. You stood up and left the restroom, heading straight back to your desk, not looking anywhere. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, you just wanted to finish working, go home, where you could work these frustrations out in peace. Yes, that seemed like a good plan. Somewhat good.

The time went by excruciatingly slowly. And it didn’t help that you couldn’t focus on your work because your head was full of thoughts about him. And you couldn’t shake them off. You had to finish your report by tomorrow morning at the latest, so your plan of quickly finishing the job and going home failed spectacularly. People had already started to leave the office as their day ended.

You were somewhat happy that you could work without Kelly and Ryan bothering you all the time, but you definitely were not happy about the thought of you having to be there for who knows how long. You hated overtime, but you couldn’t afford not to finish these reports. You rubbed your eyes and looked back at the screen of your monitor, at the names, addresses, numbers. It all felt so meaningless.

After about an hour of numbers, formulas and spreadsheets, you were done with the first half. You definitely needed to stretch your legs, so you decided to quickly print this before finishing the rest. You stood up from your chair, stretched your back a little and walked to your printer. You felt like the universe was taunting you when you saw the big “ERROR” message on the screen. You threw your head back and let out a dramatic groan before you made your way to the printer in the front of the office.

And then you felt like the universe was playing some kind of a joke on you when you saw Jim sitting at his desk.

Read Part II here.

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Rainy Days

Jim Halpert x GN! Reader (reader has hair, they/them used briefly, reader is fine with masc clothes)

Summary: You work at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company in Scranton, PA. It's often rainy in your town, which is fortunate enough for you as you love the rain. Though, watching it leads to a walk through the rain, leads to the expected sick day. But- that doesn't explain why your best friend is at your door?

(Hurt/Comfort, sick fic, mutual pining)

Prompts used: "You're my new pillow" & "Sorry for borrowing your clothes." "Don't be. You look good in them."

A/N: If i have to read one more word of this then it’ll never get posted. Have a non-beta-read fic and i hope you enjoy! Turned out to be way longer than a quick request should’ve been but also that’s just how my brain works i guess so have at it

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It was storming in Scranton, and anyone else might call it a bad day or a ‘normal’ day out here in Pennsylvania, but you chose to see it as a good day. You loved the rain- the smell of it, the look of it, the refreshing quality that it brings- and you couldn’t help the smile that was brought to your face as you stared out of the double doors into the parking lot of the business park you currently stood inside. With only one other person in the lobby, Hank the security guard, you felt practically alone as you took in the sight before you. Hank was busy behind his large desk doing who-knows-what, so he paid you no mind as you opened one of the double doors- the farthest one from his computer since you didn’t want the rain to start pouring onto the electronics- and kicked the lock down so the door stood open. You smiled brighter, breathing in deeply the fresh scent of petrichor.

Lightning strikes nearby and you look up to the storming clouds outside, trying your best to avoid the rain splashing on your clothes as you do so. You were tempted to go out and feel the rain splashing on your face, and almost took a step to do so when you heard the ding of the elevator opening. Glancing behind you curiously, you weren’t expecting to find anyone from the Dunder Mifflin coming down, as they usually get rather gloomy during the rainy seasons and tend to stay inside. So that is to say, it was a rather pleasant surprise to see not only a coworker, but your best friend walking out of the doors of the elevator by himself. Jim was looking at the ground, hands in his pockets as he walked, but as he raised his gaze he looked at you through his lashes and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. Sure, he’s your best friend, but you were also down pretty bad for him. A smile slowly alights on his face as he walks to stand next to you, directing his attention out toward the rain as you had been just a moment ago.

“‘Was wondering where you scurried off to,” Jim practically whispered, his voice low enough to make the setting intimate, but loud enough to be heard over the rain pounding against the concrete. You couldn’t drag your gaze away from him until he spoke finally, and you felt yourself jump and turn your gaze back out toward the rain. Lightning cracks across the sky, lighting up the dark clouds for a moment before fading away just as quickly.

“I just wanted to watch the rain for a bit,” You admit just as quietly, taking in another deep breath. You reach your hand outward, feeling the splash of multiple drops against your skin, watching as the cuff of your jacket begins to absorb some of the water. You reach your other hand out with a larger smile, feeling the drops against your skin. You glance over toward Jim, spotting a soft smile aimed in your direction before he turns away, nodding out toward the storm.

“You planning to go out there?” He turns back toward you, a silly smile on his face that makes you laugh, shaking your head.

“Well, I was thinking on it, but probably not. Wouldn’t want to get my clothes wet in the middle of the work day.”

“Ah,” Jim starts, nodding his head, stretching his arms so his elbows are no longer bent, his hands still in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels. After you finally drop your hands, shaking the water off, he speaks up again. “Well, it is our lunch break. Thought you were heading out for a bite to eat.”

“In this weather?” You chuckle, shaking your head as you wipe your hands along your jacket. After Jim is quiet for a beat too long, you glance up and see a mischievous smirk directed toward you.

“Yeah. Why not? You like this weather.” You hesitate, still unable to remove your grin from your face while looking at him. 

“Yeah,” You drag the word out, more as a question than an answer. You watch him remove his hands from his pockets finally, walking outside while turning his body to continue facing your direction. Once outside, completely under the rain and getting soaked by the second, he extends a hand out in your direction with a large grin.

“Well, don’t keep me waiting!” You laugh, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you outside. The rain immediately begins to splash you- the top of your head, soaking into your jacket rather quickly and drowning your clothes. “I noticed a food truck right around the corner, want to go get some?” He yells out over the rain, pulling you closer by the hand he’s still holding. Even through the coldness of the rain, you can feel the heat lighting your cheeks up from his touch.

“Yeah!” You yell out, nodding and squinting through the rain. Jim laughs, reaching behind you and raising your hood up over your head. It’s soaked already, sure, but it does help to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t know what look you’re giving him right now, but you can’t help it. You’re absolutely enamoured by this man. He pulls you by the hand, directing you to the sidewalk before finally dropping it away, and you begin to walk side by side to grab a soggy bite to eat.

By the time the both of you returned to the office, there was not a single part of your wardrobe that wasn’t soaked. Same for Jim, of course, but neither of you really cared. You had eaten your food on the walk back, balancing the takeout container in a way that hopefully wouldn’t get your food wet, but it was easier said than done. However, it brought a good laugh to both of you during the journey. Once inside, you both started wringing your clothes out in the lobby next to the door and tried to duck your head away from Hank’s glare for getting the lobby wet. You both ran to the elevator, Jim pushing the button quickly. As soon as the elevator doors were closed, you both burst out laughing, shaking your heads. You throw your hands out, looking down at yourself.

“I’m soaked!” You look up, shaking your head but still unable to keep the smile away, seeing Jim’s soft look toward you. “We’re soaked! See, this is what I was trying to avoid downstairs!” 

“I think you look great. In fact, I think you should stay like that for the rest of the day.” You scoff, widening your eyes at him in offence.

“Like this? Cold and miserable?” Jim barked out a laugh, throwing his head back with the force of it. You could feel your own grin softening, watching his brilliant laughter. He finally starts shaking his head, one hand holding his stomach as the other raises in front of you as if asking for mercy. 

“No, no, listen!” Jim laughs again, getting it out of his system before shaking his head. You both turn to look as the elevator dings, no one standing outside of it. He reaches to grab your arm before you can leave the elevator, so you leave your foot in the opening so it doesn’t close on the both of you. “It’ll be hilarious. We just walk in as if nothing is wrong, and just go about our day like nothing happened.” You chuckle, shaking your head at the foolishness.

“And, what? Say we don’t notice anything when anyone asks?” Jim nods enthusiastically, and you laugh again, nodding. “Hell, why not?” Jim lets go of you, jumping once for joy while pumping both arms. 

“Yes! Let’s do this!” He rushes past you, giving you time to compose yourself into a neutral but pleased expression to try not to give yourself away immediately. You follow behind Jim, thanking him politely as he opens the door for you, walking past Pam’s desk and giving her a gentle greeting. She goes to return it, though when she finally looks up at you her words are caught in her throat. With her mouth hanging open, she glances between both Jim and you, then covers her mouth and coughs to cover up a laugh. Jim says a quick ‘hi’ to Pam as well before he passes after you do, moving to take his seat. You take your own seat, at the desk in front of Dwight’s, ignoring the cold glare he was giving you the whole time.

“Yeah, hey,” Pam responds to Jim from behind you, clearing her throat, “Uh, real quick Jim?” He stops halfway to the desk before turning around and moving back- even going so far as to lean on her desk like he normally does. She laughs again, shaking her head. “Do you guys need a change of clothes?”

“Change of clothes, Pam?” He shoots his head back, furrowing his brows in mock-shock. “So forward of you, wow!” He backs away, and as you turn around you can see Pam eyeing the wet spot left on the top of her desk before reaching for some tissues and standing to wipe it off. You finally drag your gaze away as Jim sits down, moving to awaken his computer from sleep.

“This is hazardous.” You expected Dwight to say something, of course, but you hear Jim sigh at the same time that you feel yourself involuntarily sigh as well. “You are being a workplace hazard. I demand that you both go dry off immediately.” You glance toward Jim, meeting his eyes before finally letting your uninterested gaze rest on Dwight.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” You turn, waking your own computer up.

“The soaked clothes! The water you both are carrying in will get into the electronics, it’ll short-circuit everything and electrocute you! Or worse!” Jim hums, and you glance from the corner of your eye to see him resting his chin on his fist, staring at Dwight.

“And,” He draws the word out, long enough for you to try to suppress a smile, unsuccessfully. “What exactly would be worse than electrocution, Dwight?”

“A power outage!” He responds immediately, tapping his files onto his desk as if he’s won something. Jim scoffs out a laugh, shaking his head and mumbling, ‘We could only hope…’ under his breath. Dwight’s head turns so quickly that you’re afraid he might get whiplash. “What was that, Jim?” 

“I said that’s a slippery slope,” Jim mocks, glancing at Dwight again before resting his eyes on you. You meet them, smiling softly toward him, and receiving the same in response. You hear a long groan from Dwight, but nothing else, and you consider that a mercy. You tossed your head back, feeling the water fling from clinging to your head around behind you, and turn your attention back toward your work. You hear Jim’s muffled laughter, after probably watching the rain splash around from your fast movement, and you peak to see him covering his mouth with his hand before dragging it down, pulling a frown onto his face to maintain composure. You chuckle, then pay attention to your work. 

The rest of the workday went by without a hitch. A few people had bothered to ask if you knew that you were dripping wet, to which you would respond with some form of ‘Of course, I’m not!’ before going back to work, as did Jim. You were getting fairly cold, though, for this silly prank. The office’s air conditioners were on, for some reason, even though it was reasonably cold outside. You ended up taking a few trips over toward Pam’s desk throughout the day, stealing the use of her secret space heater to warm yourself back up (while also filling Pam in on the prank that she sort of figured out on her own anyway). 

By the end of the day, your clothes were dryer than they had been, but definitely weren’t dry. And the same could be said for Jim, who stood up with all of the chalance of a man who had just worked an entire day tirelessly- and not like someone who had spent the last few hours of their shift sitting in a pile of water and soaked clothing. You pinch your lips together, trying to keep your laughter in. While you had gotten up and moved around- mostly to Pam’s space heater and back- he had managed to stay seated the rest of the day. In doing so, he was much less dry and much more showy about it. He flung his hand outward toward the office, slinging water across Dwight’s shirt and face, causing him to splutter and rub his face with his hands as Jim spoke up.

“T’was a lovely day, one and all,” Jim calls out to the office, not looking at any one person, and as you glance around you can already see that no one is paying attention to him- either packing up or already leaving. “But alas!” As he says this, he swings his hands around again, splashing Dwight once more, throwing it from the outward position back down across his chest, “I must bid you, adieu!” He bows, flinging his head down so the water from his hair splashes across Dwight once again, who finally stands up in a quick movement that almost looked threatening- if it hadn’t been Dwight. 

“I hope you have more respect for your workplace tomorrow, Jim!” Dwight yells back, roughly grabbing his suitcase and storming out past Jim. You wait until Dwight is in the hallway before bursting out laughing, Jim joining in with you, resting his hands against his desk and bending at the waist as he does so.

“That was a stupidly ridiculous prank, Jim,” You murmur, moving closer to him and leaning against his desk, watching the rest of the office filter out. You watch as Pam gathers her coat, giving you a wave before heading out, and you shoot a small wave back before she’s out the door. 

“Sure,” Jim mumbles, standing fully and moving closer toward you. “But it was a fun one.” He leans closer to you, and you back up slightly after watching a few drips from his jacket drip onto you. He laughs, leaning even closer. “What, don’t want rain on you or something?” You chuckle again, standing from your lean on his desk to move a few steps away. His eyes scan your body, then do a double take and scan you slower, a furrow between his brows. Slowly, he stands, turning to face you. “Why don’t you look as wet as I do?” You widen your eyes, tilting your head in mock confusion.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jim mumbles, narrowing his eyes with a small smirk, taking a step toward you. “You look dry. Not completely, but you’re not dripping like I am.” You glance around quickly, noticing that everyone has left the office aside from Michael, who still sits in his own little office, unaware of the rest of the office. 

“I have no clue what-”

“You dried yourself off!” Jim accuses, pointing a finger at you and taking another step forward. You take a hesitant step back, biting your lip guiltily. 

“Well, no! I didn’t!” 

“Then-!”

“Pam has a heater, okay!” You exclaim, not quite yelling but raising your voice just slightly. Jim holds back a laugh, but his chest moves with mirth as he narrows his eyes further, taking another step toward you.

“Oh, a heater, huh?”

“Yes! And- and I was cold!” 

“I’ll show you cold,” Jim mumbles before rushing forward as if to tackle you, grabbing you around the midsection and standing up fully, lifting you off of your feet while hugging you close, pressing you against his drenched clothing. You squeal out- although you would adamantly deny that- and start pushing against him. He lets you down quickly enough, although if you had thought that whole interaction through as it was happening, maybe you wouldn’t have pushed him away quite so quickly. Jim had been hugging you close and you pushed him away? You sigh at yourself, playfully glaring up at him, arms outstretched to the side. It didn’t really do the intended effect of what Jim was going for- trying to make you more wet from his own clothing- since your clothes were already technically still wet, but you wanted to play along.

“Now look what you’ve done.” Jim just scoffs, rolling his eyes before pulling you by the arm toward the exit, dropping you just as suddenly. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll hate me forever and whatnot. Let’s get home so we can finally change.”

Waking up hurt. Did it always hurt this bad?

You groan pitifully, rolling over in bed and blearily opening your eyes to blink at your alarm clock. The bright red of the light, even in the morning light filtering in through your bedroom windows, hurts your eyes and brain to look at. By the time you closed your eyes to gain some reprieve, you didn’t even comprehend the numbers on the screen. 

You shivered, curling up into a ball under your covers and pulling them in tighter. You let out a small breath through your mouth, though when you tried to breathe in through your nostrils you realized they were blocked. You groan again, slowly realizing what’s going on as you raise a hand to your forehead. Obviously you couldn’t tell if you had a fever by touching your own head, but applying pressure to where it hurt somehow helped. 

When you could no longer justify laying in bed- mainly in part because your bladder is about to explode- you finally get up and use the toilet. After washing your hands, you glance up to the mirror and hesitate. You were flushed, nose red from blowing it repeatedly, and your eyes were bloodshot. You looked absolutely horrible. You sigh, reaching into a cupboard for a thermometer, sticking it in your mouth as you dig around for some kind of cold medicine. Thankfully, you had an old bottle lying around, about three-quarters full from the last time you had been sick. You slam the bottle onto the bathroom counter as the thermometer begins beeping, and you pull it out to see the temp. 

Yep, definitely a fever. You measure out enough of the cold medicine, taking note of the time before downing it and taking out your phone. You didn’t bother to call, just shoot a text to Michael about being sick and not coming in. After laying in bed and thinking better of it, you shoot Pam the same text, figuring Michael either wouldn’t care or wouldn’t bother to check it. Afterwards, you’re quick to fall back asleep.

Jim wasn’t worried at first.

Of course, he’d been late to work- but that was only because he was halfway to work when he remembered the umbrella he wanted to bring (maybe he liked taking walks in the rain, who knows?) and had to turn around and go back to his apartment to pick it up. He couldn’t help the soppy smile that crossed his face as he grabbed the plain black umbrella, the memories from the day before flitting to the forefront of his brain. Watching you skip along in the rain, throwing your head back to feel the drops fall upon your face- he even chuckles at the memory of you jumping into a large puddle with the sole intent of splashing him. You were both completely soaked at that point, it didn’t really matter. But it also did. The way your eyes lit up, the face you had made, directed at him no less. 

So maybe they can take that walk down the food truck again? Maybe they could do it without being soaked, even if Jim had to hold the umbrella slightly more on their side. Besides, it's just a little rain, isn’t it?

So he ‘rushed’ into work late- not really worried about being docked or having a talking to from Michael, mainly just worried that he’ll miss valuable time with yo- his friends. All of his friends. Except, once he turned the corner, his steps slowed when he noticed the desk next to his was empty. Not Dwights, unfortunately, but yours. Jim glances quickly to the side, eyes immediately searching for an explanation from Pam. What he doesn’t notice is his large grin, the smile he had when he had been thinking of you, slowly diminishing to a worried frown. Pam waves him closer, and he approaches before even setting down his briefcase.

“They texted this morning right before work- said they’re sick with a fever and they’re not making it in.” Jim’s brows furrow further, pursing his lips in worry. Pam reaches up and takes his hand, squeezing it with comfort. “Maybe playing in the rain wasn’t the best idea, hm?”

“It’s not- we weren’t-” He hesitates, brow furrowing further as he begins to blame himself. “Is that what they said? That the rain…?”

“They didn’t say a reason they were sick, per se, but-” Pam sighs, tilting her head to the side and dropping her hand away from him. “I mean, I kept trying to keep them warm with my space heater, but they were shivering the rest of the day at work yesterday.” Jim shook his head, taking a step back and tapping lightly on the top of her desk. 

“If they were that cold they could’ve changed? I would’ve been-” He huffs, shaking his head again, “It was just a stupid prank.” Pam sighs, her eyes softening as she begins to realize what’s happening. She leans forward, reaching to take his hand again, but he pulls away before noticing she has tried. 

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. They knew that too. They told me they were having a ton of fun with the prank, they enjoy doing things with you. I even told them to change, and they refused. It was their own choice.” Jim seems too distracted to fully gather and comprehend what she’s saying, and he turns his unseeing gaze toward their empty desk, biting his lip as he gets lost in his thoughts.

So, yeah, Jim wasn’t worried at first. But the storm was still raging on outside, and they were suffering through a fever alone right now. You were an adult, of course you could handle yourself at this point. You shouldn’t have to, though. It’s always nice having someone around to dote on you when you’re sick, isn’t it? Or would that be too much? He is only a work friend, technically. Even if you meant much more to him than that, you probably didn’t see him that way. He taps Pam’s desk twice as a sort of goodbye before walking slowly back to his desk, lost in thought.

He’s not sure how long he’s spaced out for, thinking of you. He’s done his work, of course. He’s taken calls and ordered paper and done all the other boring stuff that becomes a whole lot more fun when you’re around to distract him. It’s a while into the day, though he’s not sure how far along, when the lights begin to flicker overhead. Everyone in the office raises their gazes up toward the ceiling, hearing the booming of thunder outside their walls as the building fights to maintain power. The lights come back on, stable, and Jim lets out a huff of displeasure. The sudden and intense thought of: ‘If the power goes out, everyone goes home and I can take some soup over to them!’ Is suddenly dashed across the grey-stained carpet. He drops his gaze back down to the paperwork in front of him, hitting a quick save to the document before continuing to fill it out.

An even louder thunder sounds, followed by an almost vibrating of the walls and flickering of the lights before everything goes dark. A feminine scream is heard from far off- probably Kelly- and a few whoops go through the office as people realize what this means. Jim smiles to himself, gathering his belongings as Stanley brushes past, the first to leave the office before Michael even comes out to announce that everyone should go home- “But feel free to stay! We can make pillow forts and watch Die Hard! It’s going to be exciting!” Michael holds his arms to his chest and jumps up and down excitedly before finally moving to gather everything together, tossing every stray pillow and blanket he can find into the conference room.

The camera crew tries to stop Jim on the way out, but he dodges them, waving the camera away and shaking his head at the interviewer behind the scenes. He hopes the video they got of him speeding out of the parking lot was good enough for them, though he really doesn’t care either way. This thunderstorm was the perfect excuse to go check on you, and Jim wasn’t about to pass this opportunity up. Except, Jim started to notice something the closer he got to your apartment- which, admittedly, didn’t take too long, considering you were practically neighbours with the business park.

Jim turns into your complex’s driveway with a wary expression, scanning every window he can see for any flicker of light- though he found none. He parked in the first spot he found available, uncaring of the rain, and dashed out of his car toward the building he had dropped you off at once or twice before. The problem here was that he’d never visited your apartment before, so he was unsure which door actually belonged to you. He hoped he was remembering your address correctly as he looked for the number ‘3’ on the door, climbing some outdoor stairs before finally discovering the number he was looking for. Nervous, both at the thought of seeing you and possibly at having the wrong door altogether, he lifted his fist to knock steadily against the door.

You were in and out of sleep throughout the night- no, day. It was definitely daytime, according to your alarm clock on the nightstand. Although it was so dark out it could practically be nighttime, you realized you could hear the rain pounding against your walls and rattling your window. You knew why it was dark out, at least. 

You tried your best to get some rest, staying in bed for the majority of the day. But you couldn’t hold onto sleep for longer than an hour, either waking from a cough or a thunderstrike outside that could’ve been right outside your window for how loud it was. Sure, Scranton has seen its fair share of rainstorms. But this was a whole different story. 

You had tried getting up for something other than the bathroom for once, though immediately regretted it. Your stomach turned and you would’ve thrown up if you had anything in your stomach. Which was the reason you had been getting up in the first place, making your way to the kitchen to heat up some soup. You grab a can of chicken noodle soup right as a loud crack pierces the air, followed by some flickering of your lights. As you stare up at your kitchen ceiling your light decides to finally shut off altogether, and you huff out a long sigh. No warm soup for you, it seemed. You just gave up, letting yourself fall into bed and bundle into a ball of starvingness. You laid there for quite awhile, doing nothing and thinking about everything.

You thought you were imagining it at first. Then, you hoped that it was your neighbours who had someone banging on their front door. Eventually, you resigned yourself to get up and at least go check who was at the front door. You wrapped yourself in your blanket, dragging it across the floor with you as you wiped the freshly flowing snot from your nose with a tissue you held in your off-hand. Once you got to the door, you began wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you as you looked through the peephole. To make sure your mind isn’t conjuring up just what you want to see, you throw open the front door without fully thinking it through. 

Jim looked like he had been on the verge of walking away, but his head snapped toward your direction at the sound of your door opening. A smile replaces a small worried frown, although it drops slowly as he takes in your appearance. You can’t say you look your best, dressed in your pyjamas and wrapped in your blanket, clutching a tissue, staring slack-jawed at your crush standing on your doorstep.

“Hey,” Jim begins, jolting himself as if reminding himself that he should be the one explaining why he’s here. “I heard from Pam that you were feeling sick?”

“Yeah,” You pause, giving yourself time to think by coughing into your tissue, shaking your head to attempt to rid yourself of the lightheadedness (it doesn’t work), “That didn’t mean you had to come drag me to work?” Jim laughs, which at least proves you didn’t manage to lose your sense of humour while sick, which is good to know.

“Oh, no, that’s not-” He shakes his head, his fluffy but drenched hair spewing droplets every which way, chuckling awkwardly as he does, “We were let out early because of the-” He looks past you, over your shoulder into your apartment to notice that the power had gone out here. “The- uh, the power went out. Over there.” You tilt your head, furrowing your brow with confusion.

“If it went out in the office, how did you know it went out here?”

“Oh,” Jim widens his eyes, throwing his hands up passively, “No, no, I just meant- well, the office’s power went out so we were allowed to go home. And because you were sick I wanted to come check on you.” He chuckles again, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I’ve kinda bungled it all up, haven’t I?”

“No, no,” You disagree immediately, realizing that your tone and posture might’ve been a bit off-putting. “I would invite you inside, but,” You look over your shoulder once again at the dark interior, pursing your lips. “I couldn’t even heat myself some soup,” You mumble to yourself, eyeing your dead microwave.

“I can do it!” You jump at the sudden sound of Jim’s voice, turning to look at him with wide eyes. He clears his throat, shrugging as if unaffected, “I just mean, you can come over to mine? My apartment keeps a second generator that kicks on if the power goes out, so I can guarantee some lights and hot soup if you want to come over?” Pursing your lips, you consider it.

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”

“No bother, really!” You sigh, wiping your nose with your tissue again.

“I’m sick though, I’ll get you sick.”

“If I was gonna get sick, I would’ve gotten sick yesterday when we were soaked to the bone.” He shakes his head with a small smile, taking a step forward and grabbing a piece of the blanket hanging off of your form. “Come with me, it’s my fault you’re sick anyway. Let me take care of you.”

And who could say no to that?

You move back inside to put some shoes on as Jim grabs the box of tissues from your room, wrapping it in a plastic bag to keep the rain from ruining them. You want to keep your blanket with you, but with how stormy it is outside you don’t find that to be a viable plan. You leave your blanket behind, clutching your bagged tissue box to your chest as you make your way outside under the overhang. By the time you get to the edge and watch the sheets of rain falling to the ground, Jim orders you to wait. He jogs into the rain, to the other side of the parking lot apparently, then drives over. He parks next to your building, then jumps out and yells out for you to wait, pulling a sleek black umbrella from the car. He opens it, already covered in rain himself, and moves over to hold it over your head as you walk a few feet into his passenger seat. You were still rained on a bit, the wind pushing the rain past the umbrella, but nowhere near as much as you should’ve been. You thanked Jim once he got back into the car.

The drive was rather short, in all honesty. If it had been a sunny day, and no one was sick, you could probably even walk between the two apartments. The walk would be along some busy roads, but there were sidewalks, you assuaged. By the time Jim had found a suitable parking space close to his building, he did much of the same. He ordered you to stay in, taking the umbrella with him and opening it before you were able to leave the car. He tries his best to make sure you’re not rained on as you make it to the overhang once again, waiting as he lowers the umbrella and shakes it out, folding it back up into its compact version. Finally, he glances up at you through his eyelashes, smiling.

He jumps, as if remembering what he’s here to do once again, then begins to climb the stairs, looking behind himself constantly to make sure you’re following along. At the third level, the top of the complex here, he ushers you over to a nearby door. He huddles close to it, unlocking it with his key and jiggling the doorknob around before it finally unlocks and swings open. He gives you a sheepish look, holding the door open for you before closing it behind the both of you and relocking it. You take the chance to look around the rather bare apartment.

There was a single grey fabric three-seater couch, which looked as if it was stained at one point before someone tried to clean it, with a small coffee table in front of it- one of the legs resting on a thick book, the spine turned inward so you weren’t able to read the title. A thick television sits atop a TV stand facing the couch, and the little entryway you stood just to the side of as Jim fuddles with the front door’s lock once again. Past the little living room was a small kitchen separated by a small bar, the fridge yellowing and the stove looking old- although the microwave sitting on the counter looked practically shining new. You could see a small hallway that breaks off from the living room right before the kitchen bar, which you assumed led to a bathroom and bedroom. 

Although you admitted, Jim was right. The power was certainly on in here, even if it was a rather small apartment.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jim mumbles right next to you, causing you to jump and turn toward him. He appears to be done fiddling with the door, hanging his keys on a hook in the entryway and looking over at you, smiling once again. “I know the place is really small and looks a bit bare, but I’m kinda building everything up now that I moved out of my roommate’s place.”

“Oh, no, I don’t-” You cough suddenly, turning to cough into your tissue after it takes you by surprise. By the time you’re done, you feel Jim’s hand on your back, and you blink away tears. “I don’t mind, sorry-”

“Hey, don’t apologize. How about you take a seat, I’ll make you that soup I promised?” You nodded, circling around the back of the couch to take a seat on the side of the couch pressed against the wall, letting your back rest against the armrest so you could watch Jim mess around in the kitchen. He was opening and closing a lot of cabinets- practically all of his cabinets- before finally turning to you with a long sigh. He places his hands on the kitchen bar, letting his head hang between his shoulders. “So, bad news on the soup front. I don’t have any.” He looks up, a pouting look on his face that immediately makes you start shaking your head, ready to tell him that everything is okay, but he speaks up before you’re able to. “But that’s alright! If you’re cool with just chilling here, I can run to the store and grab some? I can grab some of that cold medicine too, that I saw you were out of when I went to grab your tissues. Sound like a plan?” 

You were nodding slowly, not fully comprehending the situation as Jim rushes over, grabbing something and immediately holding it out for you to grab. You only realize it’s the tv remote once you have it in your hand, staring at it like it’s some sort of alien technology.

“If you want to watch something, feel free. I have cable. Or- or you could sleep on the couch, or on my bed! Feel free to use the bed, too, if you need to. Uh,” He’s a bit antsy, shuffling from foot to foot as he glances around his apartment self-consciously. “Anything you wanna do, really.” He smiles at you before rushing for the front door again, grabbing his keys and fuddling with the front door before yanking it open with force. You watch him leave, waiting until you hear his front door close fully and his footsteps recede before finally coming back to yourself. 

So, you were in Jim’s apartment. You glance back down at the remote control, lightly setting it down on the coffee table before standing up. You were in Jim’s apartment, sick and alone. What a weird experience. You begin to take a small tour, seeing his kitchen from a closer angle, but also walking down the small hallway- which only led to two doors. The first door was a bathroom, nicely furnished in that it didn’t look like everything was two steps from falling apart as the kitchen did. The second led to his bedroom, which had a fully put-together bed and a dresser, with what you assumed was a closet attached with a shut door. 

You were feeling grimy, really. You hadn’t showered that day yet, sickly with sweats, and you were now in your crush’s apartment. You still could hardly get over that, but in your realization that there was a bathroom with a working light, you figured you could at least solve one problem while Jim was away. So you showered, and you smelled like his body wash and shampoo, which felt a little too intimate like maybe you were breaking a few boundaries, and you hoped he wouldn’t mind. Then, you were standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you when you realized- oh, right. You weren’t in your apartment, with all of your clothes just readily available. 

You peeked out of the bathroom, listening for something that apparently wasn’t there. At the sign of- well, nothing, you rushed out of the bathroom and down the hall to Jim’s room. He was a rather tall guy, he would have something that could fit you, right? By the time you were dressed in clothes that mostly fit, though were slightly longer than your usual clothes, and you were on your way to the bathroom to throw the towel into the laundry basket you had seen there, you realized Jim was home. You paused in the hallway, watching as he opened and shut different cabinets once more, likely putting things away. You toss the towel where it should go, then slowly walk out of the hallway into his line of sight. He pauses his hasty storing of his groceries to stare at you, slightly wide-eyed.

“Sorry,” You begin, shrugging and throwing a thumb over your shoulder. “I wanted a shower.”  His eyes scan your form again, and you realize he’s taking in the fact that you are wearing his clothes. You could feel your cheeks heat up with an annoying blush as you looked down, trying to picture what you must look like to him. “Sorry for borrowing your clothes.”

“Don’t be,” Jim begins immediately, and you look up quickly to find him meeting your eyes, a small smile playing on his mouth finally. “You look good in them.” The compliment freezes you now, instead. Your brain plays the sentence on repeat, wide-eyed as you stare over at Jim before you realize he is talking and try to shake yourself out of it, tuning back into what he is saying.

“-didn’t know what you’d like, so I grabbed chicken noodle soup, just ‘cause, y’know, it’s the sick-soup that people usually get. But then I worried what if you were vegetarian, so I grabbed bean and bacon soup,” He begins to pull more and more cans out of the bag in front of him, looking as if he’s talking himself into a tizzy. “But then I thought, well what if you had some allergy to beans that I didn’t know about? So I grabbed tomato soup also, but then I figured, well, you’re sick and tomato soup is a bit acidic so-”

“Jim,” You interrupted him, slightly worried that if you didn’t he would just keep talking forever. You take a few steps forward, looking over the many cans in front of him, then direct your attention up to him once more. You were smiling- trying to keep yourself from laughing, honestly- as you finally released him from his misery. “Chicken noodle soup sounds fantastic.” You watch his shoulders relax finally as he lets out a breath, nodding and pulling a bowl over from another spot on the counter- prepared, like he was ready to make it as soon as he knew which one you wanted.

You wander over to sit on the couch one more, playing with the hem of the shirt you’re borrowing as you watch Jim move effortlessly throughout his kitchen. All he’s doing is heating some soup up in a microwave and putting away a lot of cans, but you can’t help but feel enamoured by what you see. That is, until you’re pulling another tissue from the box you un-bagged, then blow your nose into it. You decide to use the plastic bag as a makeshift trash can, keeping it tucked away against the wall so Jim wouldn’t have to worry about it.

“Here you are,” Jim presents the bowl, complete with a large soup spoon and a pot holder underneath to keep the heat from hurting your hands. You take it gently, thanking him distractedly as you make sure not to spill. Jim takes a seat on the other side of the couch, reaching for the TV remote and flicking through a few channels as you take a sip of your soup. It’s not too hot, and you suddenly realize how starving you are. It’s not long before the bowl is empty and you’re setting it all down on the coffee table in front of you. With the channel now stationary on a sitcom, Jim leaning back with one arm slung across the back of the couch, and the food in your stomach, you began to feel content and sleepy. 

You fidget in place for only a few moments before you think, ‘Oh, fuck it.’ You scoot a little closer to the middle of the couch before laying down, laying your feet where you had been sitting and then placing your head on Jim’s lap, blinking up at him quickly to see if he’s turned horrified. A distinctly horrified-less face awaited you, instead a soft little smile gracing his face that you’re unsure he’s aware of. Fingers gently brush against your forehead, pushing hair from your face and pressing lightly against your skin as if to feel your temperature. Jim hums lightly in thought, but you relax more into your spot, wiggling to get extra comfy.

“You’re my new pillow,” You mumble, opening your eyes to glance up at him with a smug smirk, “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” Jim chuckles, feeling the movement of his body from under your head, and you take pride in the fact that you can still get him to laugh.

“Sure,” Jim agrees easily, running his fingers through your hair once more as if he enjoys doing it as much as you enjoy feeling it. “Whatever you need, to get you through this trying time.” You nod accordingly, snuggling into his lap as your eyes finally drift over toward the TV. It’s only a few minutes later when you feel movement from under your head, and you glance up to see Jim leaning practically halfway across the couch, reaching for something. He snags a blanket, leaning back down and unfolding it out above you, letting it settle down on top of you. When he finally tucks it in properly and looks back down to you, he startles when he realizes you are staring. “Sorry, just wanted to make sure you were comfy.”

“I am,” You whisper, love pouring out of every pore of your body. This crush is turning into something much more unfortunate, it seems. As Jim lightly finishes tucking you in, you turn your attention back to the TV, tucked in nice and tight with his lap as your pillow. How did this happen?

(and how is it still platonic?)

[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💗!)

[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

[rummiwrites]

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THE BEAR ; Carmy Berzatto, Chef Luca, Nat/Sugar Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich, Sydney Adamu.

STRANGER THINGS ; Eddie Munson, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington.

LORDS OF CHAOS ; Euronymous/Øystein, Dead/Pelle, Hellhammer/Jan Axel, Bård/Faust, Necrobutcher/Jørn.

METAL LORDS ; Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector (NO NSFW)

BALDUR’S GATE ; Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart, Lae’zel.

CRIMINAL MINDS ; Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia.

RORY CULKIN (love him) ; Charlie Walker, Jack Thurlow, Gabriel, Kappa, Possum, Dan Cooper, Mike, Clyde, Oliver Sway, Samuel Lafferty.

MISC ; Arthur Morgan (rdr2), Jim Halpert (the office), Chip Taylor (68 kill)

[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.”

-

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[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

[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.”

[ameenvie]

Treacherous, Pt. 2 - Jim Halpert x fem!reader

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“Out of focus, eye to eye, ‘Til the gravity’s too much”

Part 1 Word count: 6.1k Warnings: NSFW, fingering, dry humping, p in v sex, brief oral (m!receiving) Tags: idiots in love, pining, I'm a sucker for confessions during sex, consent is sexy, responsible Jim ❤ beta reading? I don't know 'er! Prompt/Summary: You started working at Dunder Mifflin around 6 months ago, and since then you developed a massive crush on one of your colleagues - Jim Halpert. Things happen. A/N: Here it iiis, the NSFW Second part of this fic! I hope you'll like it ❤

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and his hair was a bit messier than usual as he was leaning on his elbow, his hand in his hair. He was looking at a piece of paper on his desk, not realizing you entered the room. You slowly made your way towards the printer next to him, and he finally looked up at you.

“Hey, I didn’t realize you were still here.” He leaned back in his chair and put one of his hands on the table. You tried not to stare at his every move, but it was hard to resist, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Oh yeah, I’m still working on the report due by tomorrow morning. Having a hard time focusing today” you replied and pressed the print button on the machine. It started buzzing and the smell of ink and warm paper filled the air. A moment of silence wrapped around the two of you before he spoke again.

“Look, I wanted to apologize about earlier, I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” you said with a fake chuckle. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m still sorry. It was a douchey move” he smiled and pointed at the papers now in your hand. “Can I make it up to you? Do you need help with your report?”

You contemplated his offer for a second, but you weren’t sure what to say. You didn’t want to seem like someone who couldn’t handle things on their own, but you really could’ve used the help to get out of there as soon as possible.

“If it’s not a problem to you, that would be great, yeah.”

“If it was, I wouldn’t have offered. Now tell me what to do!” He said with a grin spreading on his face and you caught your gaze lingering at his lips longer than it should've. You hoped he didn’t notice. You quickly averted your gaze before you grabbed the rest of the sheets from the printer and settled at his desk together with him.

You explained to him how you planned your spreadsheet and what data he’d need to input, and where to find them, and you agreed on a method of how to split the task. He was very attentive the whole time, and sometimes you thought you saw his gaze linger on you but chased that thought away.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’ll be in the back if you need anything.”

“Sure thing, I’ll come by,” he answered and smiled at you. His damn smile made your heart melt every time. He made you feel such a teenager, and you were kind of mad at him because of that.

You sat down at your desk and continued your work. Another hour passed before you heard the door open, and you turned towards him. He held a few papers in his hand, waving them with pride.

“I’m done with these; I thought I’d bring them here and we could run through them if you’d like.” He stepped next to you and pulled a chair closer for himself. The same chair that Kelly sat on this morning, when she said Jim liked you. The memory made you flustered as you looked up at him.

“You sure? I don’t want to keep you longer than I need, I already feel bad because you stayed overtime for me.”

“Shhh,” he shushed you. “You’re not keeping me from anything. I like your company.” He laughed then put the papers on the desk. You both leaned over them and started to look through the rows one by one.

You were leaning on your elbow with your body turned towards him as he talked, and you listened. You watched as he moved his hand on the paper, explaining things why he did what and asking you questions. You imagined his hands roaming on your body instead of the numbers on the paper. His lips singing you praises between ragged breaths instead of explaining sales metrics. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, up his arms, to where his neck peeked out from under his shirt, his lips. You scolded yourself every time you caught yourself.

“Are you all right?” His voice brought you back to reality. His gaze on you only fanned the flames inside, which already felt like wildfire. You felt your insides twist with need.

“Yes, I’m just a bit tired. That’s all,” you replied and straightened your back. Now you were sitting so close that your shoulders were touching — bad idea.

“I think we can wrap this up, finish the rest in the morning. I hope this won’t scare you away from this job.” He shuffled around on his chair, so his shoulder didn’t touch yours anymore as he leaned on one of his elbows, turning his body towards you. You were both grateful and sad for the absence of the warmth of his touch.

“No, of course not. I kind of like it here. Some people are nice.”

“Yes,” he smiled, “some people are really nice.” He started to fiddle with a pen on your desk.

There was a moment of heavy silence between the two of you, which was enough for you to get overwhelmed with how close he was. His touch and sweet scent made you drunk. You never wanted this moment to end but at the same time, you couldn’t wait to get out of there. You heard him call your name which snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze was darting between your eyes and lips, and you could swear he was a little flustered.

You felt like your brain was malfunctioning, a short circuit in your nerves. Was this really happening? You felt your heart drop into your stomach, and all you could muster up as an answer was a shaky nod as you reached for him.

He didn’t hesitate, he put his hands on both sides of your face as he pulled you closer into a kiss. You felt your heart explode into thousands of little butterflies that stole your breath away. His lips were soft against your own as he took his time exploring you, kissing the corner of your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip. You whimpered and opened your mouth, which gave him the perfect opportunity to press his tongue against yours, starting to dance in perfect harmony.  

He filled all your senses – the taste of his favourite tea on your tongue, the scent of his aftershave, the feeling of his touches on your skin. You felt lightheaded, like you were not on this planet anymore as he moved one of his hands from your cheek to the small of your back and pulled you into his lap. His other hand has moved from your cheek to your neck and into your hair as he pulled you closer into the kiss.

You straddled him in the wobbly office chair and ran your hand through his hair which made him smile into the kiss. The little gesture made your heart swell, and you bit his lower lip playfully.

His touches moved slowly towards your hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His long fingers pushed under the hem of your shirt and started to draw hot circles against your skin. You wanted him so much that you absent-mindedly moaned into the kiss, which caused him to stop for a second. Your eyes shot open. Shit, was that too much?

“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, leaning his forehead against yours. His breathing was heavy as he scanned your face for answers with such a loving look in his eyes, it turned your insides into Jello. You nodded as you moved your hand to rest against his neck and drew circles on his skin with your thumb. He let out a breathy chuckle before he spoke again. “I need you to say it.”

Your mind raced a mile a second. Should you really do this? You wanted to - more than anything, but shouldn’t you at least try to keep your dignity? Try to act like you didn’t dream about him for months? That he didn’t make your heart race every time he looked at you?

And then you decided not to care.

“Yes, it’s okay, I-,“ you started, trying to form the words. “I want this.” He pulled you closer by your waist before you continued with newfound confidence. “I want you, Jim” you whispered into his ear.

“Fuck-“ he breathed, and pulled you into another kiss. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” You nodded in response, but he shook his head lightly and smiled. “I need you to say it.”

“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. I promise,” you breathed on his lips.

“Good girl.” You moaned into his mouth, and you felt his bulge grow against you. You tried to rock your hips against him for the slightest of friction. He dropped his head back from the sensation, giving you the perfect opportunity to place a wet kiss on his throat, licking against his hammering pulse and slightly biting him.

He dug his fingers into your ass as he kissed you once again. Your skirt was ridden up all the way to your thighs, and he made sure to lift them even higher until your underwear was revealed, together with a very prominent wet patch on it. You started to unbutton his shirt with quivering fingers while he drew lazy patterns into your thighs, only inches away from your aching core.

You leaned down to kiss the crook of his neck as you pushed his shirt down from his shoulders, the fabric slipping from his back and getting caught on the chair before falling to the ground. Your insides twisted with anticipation as you looked at his body, trying to commit every inch into your memory. He sat up straighter and wrapped his arms around you, tangling one hand into your hair as he used the other to push your blouse above your head and toss it to the floor, leaving you in your bra.

The sudden cold air sent shivers down your spine and your hardened nipples pushed against the thin fabric of your underwear. He bit his lip as he looked down on you, his gaze dark with lust. Suddenly you felt flustered but had no time to overthink before he spoke.

“You are so beautiful” he whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss on your breast, just above the hemline of the bra before he unclasped it and guided it down your arms. He brushed his thumb over your nipple while he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked and enveloped your breast in his hand.

“Never” you whimpered which earned you a crooked grin and another kiss. He removed his hand from your chest and replaced it with his lips, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin.

With every passing second the outside world shrank around you, your senses all focused on his touch - or the lack of - more like. The feeling of emptiness, of wanting to be whole started to eat away at you as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

“Jim, please…” you squeezed your eyes shut and slightly tugged on his hair, releasing a shaky breath. He moved his free hand from your hair to your chin, making you look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide and stray strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

“You want this?” he teased, hovering his finger above your throbbing core, barely not touching. You nodded lightly with his hand still holding your chin in place before the words started pouring out of you.

“Yes, Jim – you breathed - I want you. Please, touch me. Fuck me,” you begged, and you saw a glint of amusement in his eyes before he pulled you into a kiss and pressed his thumb against your clothed clit before he pulled your panties aside with his other fingers. Your hips began to move on their own, grinding against his finger, craving more and more.

He brought a finger to your entrance and slowly slid it inside without any resistance. He bit his lip as he examined the spot where his finger disappeared in you.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered and bit the soft skin under your clavicle. He dictated a steady rhythm with his long fingers, and you were more than happy to follow. You gripped his shoulder for deal life as he slid another finger in you, curling them slightly so he reached your sweet spot. You cried out and looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

He was beautiful. His hair was damp from sweat and messy from your hand running through it, his lean muscles were showing as he held you in place and fucked you with his fingers, and the increasingly hardening bulge in his pants told you that you were in for an even better treat if you were lucky enough. You rolled your hips harder against his fingers as you felt your insides tighten with every movement of his. He was so beautiful. So hot. And he was yours.

“Jim,” you moaned his name and that seemed to ignite something in him because he pressed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss, tongue and teeth clashing while he moved his thumb back to your clit, drawing tight circles on it.

Pleasure took over your body as you felt your muscles tighten, the world around you completely gone and in the center of your universe was him and his fingers in you. You rolled your hips as he slid in and out of you, never letting go of you.

You were a moaning mess and felt your stomach tighten, nerves lighting up in your body one by one and pleasure trickling down your spine.

“I’m here, love. Let me take care of you, come for me,” he whispered in your ear, his lips grazing your earlobe and with one, two roll of your hips you were crying out, your walls tightening around his fingers as your vision turned white.

He held you against him as his fingers slowed inside you, guiding you through your orgasm before stopping completely. He prepped your forehead with soft kisses before he removed his fingers from you. In your post-orgasm haze, you barely caught how he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with a moan.

The motion caught you off guard and you felt yourself tighten around nothing – a painful reminder. You slowly sat up and started to unbutton his pants, impatient to feel him in you. He silently watched as you pulled his pants and underwear down just enough so his hard member could spring free. You bit your lips as you took in the view.

You slowly slid your hand down on it, testing the feeling of its weight in your hand. It was already leaking with precum, and you were sure you were so wet you could easily just sink down onto him without any resistance. Nevertheless, you moved and slid down to your knees in front of him. For a split second he wanted to resist but you were already kneeling in front of him just in your skirt as you kissed the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth as far as you could, which still left plenty for your hands to take care of. The rough office carpet was harsh against your bare knees, but you didn’t care. You slid your tongue against him and bobbed your head. He threw his head back with a moan, his hand finding its way to your hair.

He didn’t let you enjoy yourself too much, because he gently pulled you away and up to your feet as he also stood up, guiding you towards your desk. You made space for yourself as you sat down on it, spreading your legs so he could stand between them. You reached for him again and started to slowly stroke him while he was digging through his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, then a condom. You couldn't help but chuckle, although you were grateful for such turn of events.

“Didn’t think you were such a player.” He scoffed and grinned at you.

“I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me for too long,” he said with a cocky smile which made you laugh and kissed you while he put the condom on. He lined himself up against your entrance and slowly pushed in.

The stretch was out of this world, and you savoured every inch as he pressed into you deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. He stilled for a few seconds, his forehead against yours.

“Don’t forget your promise,” he said, and you nodded. He slowly pulled out of you before bottoming out again, causing the office desk to shake lightly, the pens rattling against each other in the Dunder Mifflin mug.

“I’ll never be able to focus at work anymore. I hope you’re happy,” you said jokingly, his thrusts stealing the air from your lungs between every word. He chuckled before he kissed you.

His hands held your thighs firmly so he could pull you against him with every move, as he pulled out and slammed back in with a steady rhythm. You held onto him, one hand on his biceps and one tangled in his hair. His pace increased as filthy sounds filled the room mixed with your joint panting and moaning, his name on your lips like a sacred prayer, like a promise to something larger than life.

His moves became a bit less calculated, a bit sloppy, when he moved his thumb against your clit once more. You knew he was getting closer, and you also felt the familiar tension build in you, but you never wanted it to end. You didn’t want to think about what came after. The awkwardness. The guilt.

You pressed your lips against him, tongues clashing in a sloppy, messy dance as his dick pressed against your sweet spot with every thrust, his thumb caressing your clit with perfect pressure. He grabbed your hair and tilted your head back as he rutted into you, kissing your neck and mumbling sweet nothings against your skin.

“You’re so fucking good,” he said, panting. The curse felt alien on his tongue which boiled your blood even more. “I love you so much, my good girl,” he whispered against your skin, and you weren’t even sure you heard that right, but your heart skipped a beat, your brain numb as flames washed over your body, sparks lighting up your nerves as you came, all thoughts leaving your mind and being replaced with bliss. He came not long after you and wrapped you against his chest while you both caught your breath. He caressed your hair and planted soft kisses on the top of your head before pulling out.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, giving a squeeze to your hand as he disappeared. You didn’t really comprehend what was happening, where he went, or how long he was away, but when he came back, he brought a damp paper towel and helped to clean you up.

“That’s better.” He pressed a kiss on your lips and his eyes searched your face. “Are you okay?” When you didn’t reply, his expression turned worried, and he swiped his hand across his face.

“Shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. You think you made a mistake, right?” He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at you. You snapped out of your thoughts.

“What? No!” You objected. “No, Jim. It was amazing, hell… Even more than that. I’m sorry, it’s just,” you hesitated and looked him in the eye. “You said you loved me.” The realization settled on his face as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, and you scoffed, raising your eyebrow at him.

“I love you too,” you said, and a shy smile spread across your face as you reached for his hand. A sigh of relief escaped his lungs as he enveloped you in his arms, kissing you once again.

Maybe overtime wasn’t that bad, after all.

[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.