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I LOVE DAVID WALLACE ♥
AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO LIKES DAVID WALLACE???
Any favorite pranks from the office?
Oooh um.
When Jim pairs Dwight’s phone to his headset.
When Jim puts all of Dwight’s belongings in the vending machine.
Asian Jim.
When Jim and Pam end up staying at Schrute Farms because of a prank
When Jim pretends to be telekintetic
I’m not sure if there are considered pranks but when Dwight and Jim have to do a roleplay sales call and Jim’s name is Bill Buttlicker
When Darryl tells Michael he was in a gang
When Darryl tells Michael about the “new black phrase”
When Jim brings Michael to Dwight’s wedding
michael's slander to toby flenderson is starting to hurt LET THE MAN LIVE HIS LIFE
I wrote a villanelle about someone hiding a dead body for my creative writing class. It was inspired by The Office.
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My mom made me a Prison Mike (from the show The Office(US)) shirt for an early christmas present and it's so great 😭
This is who it's supposed to be for people who dont know
THIS IS SAUR CUTE OH MY GOD.
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hi again! so sorry my last request didn't work out ― but i do happen to have another :)
maybe a rivals to lovers with jim halpert? very sarcastic rivals, of course lol. thank you so much! and congrats again <3
𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.
pairings ; jim halpert x gn!reader
warnings ; collegues, rivals to lovers, sarcasm and teasing the whole way through, make out part - not sexual.
word count ; 814
additional notes ; loved this idea, thank you my love!
“can we move onto the topic of phyllis losing five of her clients this past year? considering it’s phyllis, that leaves her with little to no clients left,” jim looked up from his yogurt at dwight’s words. lunchtime in the office was never boring despite the eye-scraping job it was.
oscar and pam’s prior conversation about the new release of meryl streep’s ‘the devil wear’s prada’ is cut short as the whole room tunes in. glancing at phyllis, jim notices her dejected slump of shoulders before she replies, “that’s not fair dwight, there’s a reason i’ve told michael why that happened.”
the group watch them like a tennis match, heads swinging back and forth as dwight knowingly jabs another response, “is it because your incompetent?” with a beat, dwight glances amongst the row of tables – prideful in his quick wit as he continues, “because you’re incompetent phyllis.”
jim perks up in his seat, desperate to derive the conversation before phyllis gets bob vance and causes dwight to threaten violence with his office-hidden samarai sword ( that he always assures he’s a professional at handling ), “speaking of loss of clients…”
you look up from your lunch and to jim who sits beside you, groaning knowingy while the office atmosphere changes from tension to more playful. he smirks at you, “y/n and i had a competition of new clients, and guess who won?” he leans back in his seat proudly.
“only because you offered them much more than you needed to, where’s the profit, halpert?” you quip back, both of you unaware of the exchanged glances from everyone but dwight around the room who just fills his expression with disgust.
“you were hardly offering them anything, i wouldn’t have joined if i was a client myself if you were the one pitching to me,” you gasp with a choked laugh at his words – while dwights one-liners were incredibly offensive and sad-inducing aimed towards phyllis, both of you knew the words between each other were less hurtful and more teasing.
totally not flirting.
“you two make me sick, why don’t you go into the printer room and make out so you can get it over with and we don’t have to watch this insufferable tension?” you both turn to dwight as he stands, jim’s cheeks turning a shade pinker while your jaw hits the ground, “us? make out?”
“don’t pretend, jim,” dwight states, adjusting the belt on his trousers before trudging out of the office, leaving silence behind while you are both unsure what to do.
both of you laugh, nervously more than anything, and only convincing each other of the denial of something being there while everyone nods knowingly, the pining going on for far too long and the bets ongoing as they waited on the ‘we’re together’ statement.
you found yourself in that very printer room later on, a large sum of papers to print in the queue while you press a load of buttons upon a printer in hopes it works without needing to call pam over.
the door clicks and your head snaps round to the tall, scruffy-haired man who lips press into a thin-line smile, which you return before awkwardly turning back to the whirring machine. jim walks to another printer, the one directly beside yours and you pretend you can’t see the continuous glances.
“so that was crazy, right?” jim starts before letting out a nervous huff. “what?” you faux, pretending you’re too immersed in the printing world to care – but your head is dizzy with the prior statements your colleague made. you weren’t sure how much longer you could deny your attraction for jim.
“what dwight said. about us?” you force a laugh out in response, agreeing with his statement but pretending the ache in your heart is apparent and pushing against your chest. “well, do you want to just forget about it?”
you didn’t, but asking the question meant it looked like you did. you could both move onto your normal selves – making teasing and totally not flirtatious quips to each other and hidden tension.
he doesn’t answer, the only sound is the buttons beeping with each press of your fingertip, “jim?” you ask again into the quiet cramped room. again, no reply. you furrow your eyebrows, turning your head to check on him but he’s facing you, eyes which fall on your eyes quickly change to your lips.
before you knew it, your fingers were pulling the strands of hair at the nape of his neck while jim had you pressed against the printer, leaving tingling traces against your lips each kiss. he doesn’t stop, and you don’t want him to – pressing closer to him and allowing him to lean down so his arms can wrap around your back, kisses moving to your neck affectionately.
“i’ll take that as a no.”
you can’t believe dwight was right.
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Just a Day in the Office
a/n: I know that i have been dead for the past million trillion years. My first ever fic was overwhelming liked by the Hamilton fandom community. but this is not a Hamilton based pic. this is a fic about the office… the only blog, that i know of, that does The Office based fics is @theofficeimagines Anywho,, i hope you enjoy it, whether you follow me or you dont: i hope you enjoy
Pairing: Jim Halpert (The Office U.S) x reader
Prompt(s): “Is that what your parents tell you?” “No, they usually tell me I’m a mistake.” AND “Have you considered space?”
Warning(s): I just typed this up and posted it, no joke, so grammar or spelling errors, unedited
a/n 2.0: Y’ALL I LOVE JIM AND PAM TOGETHER WITH AWLL MY HEART, THEY ARE JUST THE CUTES, I WANT ALL MY RELATIONSHIPS EVER TO BE LIKE THEIRS, BUT Y’ALL, JOHN KRASINSKI IS CUTE AS HELL, Y’ALL so imma write the anyway. Oh, ps, the lowercase is toat’s intentional
Background info: if ya care to read dis: You are a salesperson at Dunder Mifflin and sit where the big post is by Stanley and Phyllis.
worlds: about 1,283 - pretty short
it was 8:56 am. four minutes till work officially starts. you and Jim decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. you tell yourself its to change it up a bit, get a bit of exercise, but who are you kidding? you just took the stairs to more time to talk to each other before you have to go sell paper and printers for the next several hours.
you giggle and smile shyly up at Jim as he opens the office door for you, he smiles at the back of your head and tells you with a chuckle, “okay, yeah, laugh it up sweetheart. i’m not the only one to ever trip while going up the stairs. in fact didn’t you so the exact same thing on halloween?”
you gasped, “Jimmothy, i thought we agreed to never speak of that, besides that you your fault, you were so eager to get in my pants that you wouldn’t let my go for like 30 seconds so i could walk up the stairs.”
Jim hummed,”whatever makes you sleep at night.”
you smiled at Erin as you passed her at the reception desk.
“hey girly.” you smiled and winked at your friend and co-worker Pam as you passed her while walking Jim to his desk.
“Hey (y/n/n)” Jim responded. Pam glanced at Jim and then you with a half smile.
“woah, Pam, your voice… do like some water or something?” you asked looking at her with a smile.
she hid a laugh and fake cleared her throat, “no i think it was just a frog in my throat.” her phone rang and she smiled at you with that twinkle in her eye and picked up her phone.
you took that as an opportunity to lean down and press a kiss to Jim’s forehead, which was now accessible with him being seated in his swivel chair.
“oh, by the way, remember when you broke our blood oath-”
“-there was no blood, but go on”
“our oath that neither of us would bring up my tripping up the stairs incident, i’m going to steal all of your biggest clients.”
“oh really, cause of i remember correctly, i am better than you,” Jim teased back with a smirk. doing that short pause between each word Jim type of way.
“is that what your parents tell you?”
“nah, they usually tell me i’m a mistake.”
“your patents tell you that too? good cause mine say the same thing about you.
“anywho, imma go back to my desk, but not before i ask my main man Dwight K. Schrute how his weekend was!” you said and put your hand on Dwight’s shoulder, that he immediately shook off.
“(y/n) i do not need to be bothered by unnecessary questions about my free time, that is my business and my business alone. besides, i have bigger things to deal with.” ah, you could just hear Michael say, ‘that’s what she said’..
“and what’s that Dwight?” Jim asked shifting his gaze from you to the beet farmer in question.
“i have a man who wants to buy beets from my beet farm, not that you need to know that”
you and Jim smiled at each other, though your’s was slightly bashful- it always amazes you how Jim can make you so shy and melt into a puddle of goo with just one look, even after years of being together.
you walked to your desk deciding it was time to get started on your work.
11:45, your first out of two breaks, this one and lunch at 1:00.
you picked up your mug and and went to the break room get another up of coffee.
“Drink anymore of that and you’ll be up all night, causing me to be up all night because when you can’t sleep all you talk about how proud of your sister you are, i get it, your proud that she’s married and had a kid, but i don’t need to hear that at 3:20 in the morning,” Jim said as he walked in, sat his empty mug by the coffee maker, and leant against the counter beside you with his arms crossed.
“okay mister, that was only a couple of times, and i am proud of her, it’s like she’s a little adult.”
“’little adult’?”
“Yes, she is only 21 and she has a husband and a kid, but only 21, so little.”
“M’kay, whatever you say. now hurry up, you take centuries to make your coffee.”
unbeknownst to you, Jim looked around making sure no one was around and jogged to close the blinds to the main work area. he strolled back to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and let out a puff of air.
although this was overwhelmingly adorable, it was out of character of Jim at the work place.
“have you considered space?” you teased
Jim let out a small puff of air out of his nose as a laugh / response to your teasing, “actually, i don’t think i have, do you think there’s a dictionary somewhere i could look up that definition?”
“yeah, actually, i bet Oscar has one you could use, it would be under the ‘s’ as in space.” you turned your head slightly to put your nose is his hair to hide your smile.
“i suppose we should get back to work..” Jim trailed off.
you sighed, all you wanted to do was be at your house and cuddled up in bed and maybe have some hot chocolate with Jim, perhaps watch some “Parks and Recreation” but that will just have to wait for several more hours.
he slowly unwound his arms from around your waist, you turned to him and grabbed his mug filling it with the fresh coffee and then your mug. you both walked back to your desks, Jim kissing the top of your head head once you had sat down on your chair.
ahh, 5:00, quittin’ time, second best time of the day. everyone around you started packing up, you grabbed your purse and started putting the small pile of paperwork you had to finish tonight.
you stood up and walked over to Jim, he was putting on his coat and grabbing his brief case, he pushed in his chair and held out his hand for you to grab.
“so how was the rest of your wok day?”
“well, i got Dwight annoyed to the point he went to Michael to complain about me again then Michael told him to go to Toby, who wouldn’t let him file a complaint, then he came back just made of rage… so i’d say it was a successful day.”
you smiled, “well, lets get goin’, bye, Michael!”
“bye bye, catch ya tomorrow, Jim, (y/n)”
you rode down in the elevator and walked out into the parking lot and to your car.
“okay, so who’s gonna be driving back home?” Jim asked.
“rock, paper, scissors?”
“okie dokie, let’s go,”
“rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”
“damn, i didn’t wanna drive,” you said while slumping your shoulders
“ahh, too bad, maybe you should practice your skills, cause clearly, as stated before, perhaps i’m better than you, just perhaps.”
you both got in the car and you put the car in the ignition and backed out and started the drive back to your house.
you parked the car out in the drive way.
you both walked hand-in-hand up to the front door. as you got in the house you took off your coats.
“so what do you wanna do you want to do for dinner?” you asked/
“pizza?”
“sounds like a plan.”
A song, right?
Jim: I'm really, really sorry.
Jim: I think I was just relieved to see that Michael Scarn got his confidence back.
Kelly: Yeah, Michael, that movie is amazing.
Kevin: It's like, one of the best movies I've ever seen in my life.
When your kid says he wants Prison Mike to come to his birthday party and an unusual cake so you come up with a solution:
MBTI Types as Michael Scott Quotes
ENFJ: “Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked, but it’s not like this compulsive need to be liked, like my need to be praised.
INFJ: “Society teaches us that having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that’s baloney, because grief isn’t wrong. There’s such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.”
ENFP: “Sometimes I’ll start a sentence, and I don’t even know where it’s going. I just hope I find it along the way.”
INFP: “Well, well, well, how the turntables...”
ENTJ: “The only time I set the bar low is for limbo.”
INTJ: “Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don’t know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I’ll hit somebody with my car. So sue me.”
ENTP: “I saved a life. My own. Am I a hero?… I really can’t say, but yes!”
INTP: “My philosophy is, basically this. And this is something that I live by. And I always have. And I always will. Don’t, ever, for any reason, do anything, to anyone, for any reason, ever, no matter what, no matter where, or who you are with, or, or where you are going, or, or where you’ve been. Ever. For any reason. Whatsoever.”
ESFJ: “Yes, it is true. I, Michael Scott, am signing up with an online dating service. Thousands of people have done it, and I am going to do it. I need a username. And I have a great one. Little Kid Lover. That way people will know exactly where my priorities are at.”
ISFJ: “I love inside jokes. I hope to be a part of one someday.”
ESFP: “Sometimes you have to take a break from being the kind of boss that’s always trying to teach people things. Sometimes you just have to be the boss of dancing.”
ISFP: “I am Beyoncé, always.”
ESTJ: “Toby is in HR, which technically means he works for corporate. So he’s not really a part of our family. Also, he’s divorced, so he’s not really a part of his family.”
ISTJ: “You know what they say? Fool me once, strike one but fool me twice.... strike three.”
ESTP: “Two weeks ago, I was in the worst relationship of my life. She treated me poorly, we didn’t connect, I was miserable. Now, I am in the best relationship of my life, with the same woman. Love is a mystery.”
ISTP: “Friends joke with one another. Hey, you’re poor. Hey, your momma’s dead. That’s what friends do.”
are you sure it was Sazz who taught you parkour?
