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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.”