#pam and jim

[teapotloveletters]

HE GOT IT THE WEEK THEY STARTED DATING 😭

[admireforever]

Pam & Jim

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otp!!!

[cninzihni]

[beeslyzita]

"Jim should’ve ended up with Karen"

• Jim subtly admitted to Michael that Karen was a rebound

• He hid the whole story with Pam from Karen, and only told her because Phyllis told Karen

• He told Karen to her face that he still had feelings for Pam

• He didn’t want to move to the same street as her, but with Pam he bought a ring in one week

• Different senses of humor (call of duty, joke about hooking up with all the guys at the party, no help with the prank on Andy)

• Lots of fights and arguments, leaving both of them awake all night

• Karen was obviously unhappy and didn’t want to admit it. This is clear in the episode "Women’s Appreciation"

• Karen hated Jim’s hair, even called his look “homeless”

• Jim left Karen alone in New York to be with Pam

• He used Karen to forget Pam, just like he did with Katy, and left her when she was no longer useful

• Jim kept flirting with Pam, even while he was with Karen (Phyllis’s Wedding)

• Jim kept running to Pam every time Karen didn’t give him the attention he wanted (Andy’s prank)

• Karen is much more mature and focused than Jim, who is lazy and only does the bare minimum, besides hating his job

• Jim is basically Karen’s Roy, he makes almost no effort to make the relationship work, simply because he doesn’t want to and doesn’t have real feelings for her, staying with her out of guilt and because it would be awkward to have an ex-girlfriend in the same workplace

• And the most important: Jim doesn’t love her. Jim loves Pam, and only her. He has the chemistry and the story with her, it could never be anyone else

"Oh, but if he hadn’t gone back to Scranton, maybe it would’ve worked out." Maybe... But I think Karen deserves so much more than being a second choice because of a broken heart. And in the end, she got her happy ending, just like everyone else.

[taylanaracie]

[renegadesstuff]

THE LOOKS 🥹🥺

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women the fandom hates for no reason get behind me i’ll save you

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Dain: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Sloane: You're pretty.

Garrick: I'm technically the teacher.

Bodhi: I wanted to drop out a long time ago.

Ridoc: Aotrom got bored and has been making me listen to a stand-up-comedy routine he's rehearsing in our heads… to be fair, he's got some pretty great material.

Rhiannon: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Imogen: I don't hear bitches.

Violet: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Xaden: I'm too pretty it's distracting.

Sawyer: I got distracted about halfway through… not by Xaden… just by life.

Ridoc: —Wait, Xaden; distracting to you or Violet?

Dain: You heard that, but not a single word I said during the CRUCIAL safety lecture?!

Aaric: Maybe it's the "lecture" part…

Sloane: Yeah, what if we called it a

"gathering" or something?!

Bodhi: No, there’s too many marked ones in one room for that to be "technically" legal.

Lynx: What about "commune"?

Imogen: Sounds a little too culty.

Garrick: And while it's not strictly stated in the codex, Xaden & I learned that one is also illegal the hard way—

Violet, turning to Xaden: —You were in a cult?!

Xaden: Of course not! … I tried to START a cult.

Violet, elbowing him: WHAT?!

Xaden, shrugging: It was 1st year… Garrick and I got bored… BESIDES its nothing like the scribe quadrant; that ACTUALLY wears robes!

Violet: Oh, not this again! It is NOT a cult!

Xaden: —YOU LIVED IN A BASEMENT!

Sawyer: Hey—My fiancé is a basement scribe!

Rhiannon: —WAIT—SAWYER—SHE SAID YES?You two FINALLY made it official!

Sawyer, blushing: Yeah, last Tuesday!

Violet, nearly popping her shoulder out, hugging him: I can’t believe I’m finally going to get a sister!

Mira: I’m your sister! … but yeah that’s pretty great too, aww, come over here!

Everyone, *unanimously cheering & congratulating*: Group hug!

Ridoc: And I’ve dubbed myself in charge of the ring-bear!

Sawyer: Yeah, about that; Jesinia asked me to clarify, you mean bearER right?!—

Ridoc: …

Dain, pinching the bridge of his nose: —Guys, come-on! *everyone turning & sitting back down* Would any of you have even come if it wasn't stated as CLEARLY mandatory?

Everyone *unanimously*: Absolutely not.

Dain, turning to Sloane: REALLY? You too?!

Sloane: What?! Oh, almost forgot we're dating now, so I have to pretend to agree with everything you say; yeah I totally would’ve come! *laughs* phew—close one… *whispers* can’t say I would’ve listened though…

Xaden, turning to Violet: —SINCE WHEN IS THAT A RULE?! — Violence hasn’t agreed with me ONCE in our entire marriage!

Violet, rubbing his shoulder: Yes dear, and you love me for that!

Ridoc: Hey! Aotrom says he’s ready if any of you wanna hear the intro!

Everyone *unanimously*, leaving: YES, let’s go!

[iufyfitfcjgcjgc]

In da clurb with the fam.

[eunoia-of-joy]

Soulmates like them <3

The office

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I spent more time on the background than the actual drawings lol

[admireforever]

Pam & Jim

[local-ghoul12]

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM DUNDER MIFFLIN!!

feat. Jim and Pam, Michael and holly, Dwight and Angela, Andy and (my self insert) gabs!

[cninzihni]

[joyceyayo]

Her (18+)

Jim Halpert x reader short story by joyceyayo

Soft kisses land on my neck, and the lower half of his body rises and sinks into me. A slow and tender motion, making me whimper every time he falls and meets my skin.

A/n This is a 2020 rewrite ;) Enjoy :) Thank you sm to everyone who has added the story to the reading list and supported me through my sabbatical

      The camera follows us as we walk down the hotel hallway to our room. We're a bit drunk and laugh a lot at stupid things. I almost can't breathe because of his silly comment when he pulled out the door key. I let out a string of hums as the door swung open. The camera follows us in. Jim turns around and motions for them to leave. They step out, and I walk into the room. I shut the door behind us.

He touches my shoulder in a manner I didn't expect, slowly feeling it and letting go to continue walking. I'm very excited this time, like the first time we did it. I walk over to him to kiss him, but he picks me up and pins me to the wall. I feel myself get wet just looking him in the eye. He looks me up and down in a somewhat purposely degrading way. I give him puppy dog eyes, and he adjusts me to stabilize me. His soft lips touch mine and slowly move; I lose myself in them

'God, this night is ours. Ours to never think about her again.'

He slowly grinds on me, and his effect on me is embarrassing. Every time he rubs up against me, I have to roll my eyes back and curl my toes not to moan. He gives one more, and I try to stop my legs from shaking as best as I can, but I'm in pure bliss as I reach my high. I stop kissing momentarily and pull the hair on the nape of his neck. He can never know, though, because it's humiliating how that finished me. But he doesn't notice and keeps going, driving me crazy. I start kissing back again as I calm down. He lets me down, and I almost fall. he walks over to the bed, and I drool over his silhouette. I swiftly step over to the bed as well. He looks down at me and lifts my chin. I now have a unique angle on him. His face is straight, and he's looking down at me. He touches my shoulder again and pushes me down to my knees. My breathing hitches as he undoes his belt.

"Get your shirt off too." I do so as his pants slide down his legs. I try to hide my smile because he'll make fun of me. I pull down his boxers, revealing him. He unbuttons his shirt as he gets excited. I wrap my hand around it, and it's warm in my palm. I gently put my lips around the tip before sliding them off; he rolls his eyes back. I lick it a bit and give it some attention. I look up, and he's screwing his eyes shut and biting his lip, struggling not to move, probably because of the direct stimulation. I decide to stop torturing him and just throat him. I got him to moan. I look up again, and he's embarrassed; he pushes my head back down. I hold in laughter. It was so hot, though. He's vocal with words rather than moans. But I'm the other way around.

The only words I can remember ever saying during sex with him unprovoked were, 'Jim, right there!' it was the first time we were together, and he went on and on. The more I moaned, the more he added to the answer.

Other than words of encouragement like 'yes' and 'harder,' I moan.

'Aw, this the first time you've gotten good dick?'

'That's right, take it.'

'Don't fake it, don't do any of that porn shit' I didn't have to fake it.

He runs his hands through my hair and then wipes my tears-stained cheeks. There he goes again, with words

       "I like it when you cry like this." I struggle to catch my breath as he looks down at me.

      "Why didn't you finish?" I ask, and he lifts me from my knees. He proceeds to start unbuckling my belt. He kisses up my neck, gets to my ear, and whispers.

      "Because I'm gonna fuck you" those words make me melt. His tongue on my neck, his hands working on my clothes, and him leading me to the bed. He lifts me from my underarms, getting me level with his head. He lifts his leg by bending his knee and placing it on the foot of the bed. It's swift, and before I know it, he's on top of me on the bed. I take a breath from his lips to unhook my bra. When I do, I see his eyes closed, and to keep his lips occupied, he mindlessly drifts to my stomach. He finds himself going lower and lower, not being able to resist. He knows I feel insecure with him doing that to me... But this is somehow so persuasive.

      He slowly pulls down my panties and reaches up to rub my tits. I awkwardly giggle and try telling myself to resist, but I can't. I bite my lip as his hands slide to my inner thighs and pull them open. He takes his thumb and rubs my entrance; he slides up and finds the most sensitive part of my clit. Just the slight pressure made me cringe. He started rubbing, and I shot my hands to his.

      "Jim," he stops; he knew what he was doing. He laughs. He tongues it a bit, and I bite my lip. It's very intense but friendly. I roll my eyes back as he licks me open. I repeat his name, now in a different tone. I'm unwinding, and he looks up. I immediately start acting all pretty for him. He sort of senses my bullshit and starts going faster. I arch my back and grip the bedsheets, about to cry. he smiles into the licks and laughs a bit. I move my hands to his hair and start to shake a bit. He goes in one repeating motion until I reach my high.

I throw my head back, and my vision blurs. My mouth is open, and I'm not making any noise. I'm shaking while slowly moving my legs around, bending, and straightening them.

After I'm done, he slides his hands to my shoulders, hovers over me, and kisses my cheek. He smiles into the kiss. The kisses trail to my neck, and my mouth slightly parted. He runs his hands through my hair to let me calm down.

       He pushes the tip against me; it doesn't go in without much pressure, so it's kind of like a warning.

      "Can I?" He asks, and I nod aggressively, putting my hand on his lower back and pushing slightly. He gets the hint and slowly enters. He thrusts in and out slowly.

Soft kisses land on my neck, and the lower half of his body rises and sinks into me. A slow and tender motion, making me whimper every time he falls and meets my skin.

"Harder," I quietly whisper, and he delivers. I let out a closed-mouth squeak at the first hard thrust. His eyes are still closed, kissing my neck. I wonder if he's thinking about anything. This is when he sits up and takes my legs. He puts them over his shoulders while his eyes roll back a bit. It looks like his soul comes back to his body when he looks down at me with a sort of death stare; whatever it is, it's turning me the fuck on. I'm starting to lose my mind under his control. He smiles and puts his middle and forefinger in my mouth. I moan again.

"You like that, baby?" he asks seductively, and I curve my eyebrows and nod. "Okay, then say thank you?" he demands, and I tear up a bit from how hard and fast he's going.

"Thank you," I slur the words because his fingers are in my mouth.

"Good girl," he rewards, and I start to get stiff due to the knot in my stomach. I widen my eyes and look at him; he smiles and starts going harder than ever. He watches as my eyes roll to the back of my head "cum for me, baby" I begin to have convulsions when he cums, and I shake at the sensation. I relax, and he falls on top of me. He pulls out, and I get up to pee.

He follows behind me and hugs my shoulders from behind. I turn my head, and he kisses me. He starts the shower and leads me in after it gets hot. I reach up to his neck and pull him down for a kiss. I try to get more aggressive with it so he gets the idea. Before I know it, I'm being spun around so my back faces him. He pulls me against him with one hand on my waist and one on my neck; I'm always amazed at how hard he can get back to back because I can feel him against my ass right now.

"You want it?" I try to nod, and he chuckles a little. He immediately slides in and starts thrusting, using the placement of his hands for support and the water as a lubricant. No matter how often I feel him, it's always like heaven. The skin slapping is the only thing filling my ears other than:

"Is that good for you?"

"Mmm, you can't even speak"

"Aw, you want more?"

"Needy slut"

꧁꧂

Jim's pov:

Her eyes are closed, and she's lying on my chest. She stays still and winces a bit when she moves. I get worried.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I ask, concerned. She opens her tired eyes and shakes her head.

"No, just sore."

"Sorry," I say and rub her abdomen. She looks up and smiles before drifting to sleep.

My eyes slowly open to see her face. She's sound asleep and now lying on top of me. Her breathing on my neck relaxed and could put me back to sleep immediately. She smells like fresh-picked flowers, making me close my eyes and try to stop the thoughts. 'You don't wish it was her,' I think.

"y/n," I whisper. Her eyes flutter open, and her lips form a smile. I run my fingers through her hair. Her eyes close again, and she hugs me tighter. I tap her back and speak. "Come on, we need to get ready, baby," I say softly and sweetly when she kisses me. I smile and move my lips to hers. My hands are on her face as she gets lost in my lips. She bites my bottom lip and then gives it a peck. I'm just melting. I gently pull away, and she whines a tiny bit. Her head falls back on my chest

"But I just want to stay here with you." She whimpers a bit, and I rub her back.

      "I know," I say, and she looks up at me with lust. "But we have interviews." I let her down, and she groans while sitting up, and I laugh.

"I'll go get us breakfast," she says softly while walking to her bag. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You sure?" I ask while stretching and getting up.

"Of course," she says while getting her clothes out. Once she stands back up, I give her a wrap-around hug from behind. She giggles.

"You have the cutest laugh," I say, and she blushes. "What are you in the mood to eat?" she whispers. I kiss her cheek and huskily flirt with her.

      "You," she playfully scoffs as I kiss her ear.

      "you know I love you, but I'm starving, and we just showered before we went to sleep last night," she contradicts. I breathe through my nose and continue the small kisses, making my hands tender. I can feel her temptation.

      "Can we mess around just a little?" I ask in an animated, whiny voice while swaying. She turns around and kisses me. "I don't want to be all sore again."  I laugh and let her go.

"I'm kind of in the mood for a croissant," I say, and she nods. We get dressed, and she leaves to get food.

I collapse on the bed and think. 'Jesus fucking Christ, man, you're with a woman who's treated you the best out of everyone you've been with, and you still miss her?!' I'm a terrible person.

꧁꧂

She walks in the door, and I smile at her.

"Luckily for you, they had one croissant left," she looks at me. You look so handsome," she kisses my freshly shaved cheek. She hands me the croissant in the box.

      "Thank you, baby," I whisper, and she lays down. I turn and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tired?" I ask, and she nods with tired eyes and yawns.

      "You wore me out last night," she says softly, and I laugh and crawl over her. She plays with my tie, rolling it between her fingers.

       "Is it bad that I like that? I feel like it gives me power," I tell, and she grins.

      "Not at all." She pulls me in for a kiss by my tie, and I roam my hands on her. She pushes my chest away. "I'm hungry," she whispers with a smile; she's so beautiful. I move off of her, and she gets her bagel. We eat and get ready for our interviews. The perfect night, followed by an ideal day

A/n ty for reading :) Thank you to everyone who has added the story to the reading list and supported me through my sabbatical