#pam beasley

[cninzihni]

[chewbacca]

THE OFFICE (2005–2013) S01E03: Health Care

[pumpkinspiie]

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ with jim halpert PLEASEEEE

puppy dog eyes won’t work this time…

(warnings. none. purely fluff!)

“No, Y/N we’re not going to that stupid Marvel comic convention! We do it every year.” Jim spoke to his wife as they walked into their job this morning.

Y/N and Jim met at their job eight years ago when she started out as a sales rep. It was her first big girl corporate job and she was nervous but thanks to Jim, she felt comfortable working there.

“But baby, I thought you loved the comic convention!” She whined quietly as she sat her purse down on her chair. Jim shook his head smirking a bit but still trying to stay firm.

“No, that’s you that loves those comic cons.” He rebutted. Y/N pouted as she shrugged sadly taking a seat deciding to leave the subject for right now.

All throughout the day, Y/N kept begging Jim to take her to the comic con. From the emails to the hint dropping, she couldn’t stop. She was determined to win this battle one way or another.

Speaking of the Halpert wife, she sat at her desk that was placed next to her husband’s. She glanced over to her husband who was looking at something on his computer, most likely writing an email, she smiled to herself as she softly kicked him trying to get his attention.

Once he looked up, she smirked at him then gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could. Jim looked at her with a face, an all knowing one.

“Nope, nu-uh. Puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna work this time.”

jim halpert x reader

[t4kispace]

the office fanart? in 2023? you BET!!!

[venusjaynie]

Jim Halpert x fem!reader

CW: anxiety, panic attacks, petnames (lots of), Jim just overall being a big softie sweetheart.

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It's just a regular day at Dunder Mifflin, Scranton. You're at your desk clump that you share with Dwight and Jim, the latter of the two being your doting boyfriend of 2 months.

Jim and you are really happy, considering you've had a stupid schoolgirl crush ever since the moment you started working at D.M. as a saleswoman, which was 3 years ago. However, you're yet to open up about your anxiety to Jim. It's not because you don't trust him, or that you're embarrassed about it, but you just don't want him to worry about you more than he already does, and occasionally you feel like a burden.

A lot of the time, your anxiety comes in fits, and nothing in particular sets it off. It tends to just spring on you when you least expect it, like right now, apparently. One minute you're on a sales call, negotiating prices and quantities, and the next, your palms are sweaty and you can't catch a breath.

Jim doesn't seem to notice straight away, which is good. It means you can just slip out of the room to quickly calm yourself down before anyone even notices that you're gone. You wipe your sweaty palms off on you skirt, and try to take a deep breath, but you're clearly struggling more than you thought, because the inhale is awfully strangled and causes both Jim and Dwight to look up from their desktops. You smile at the both of them, trying to remain as collected as possible externally, while internally your heart is going a mile a minute.

You stand up and decide to head to the break room, without announcing the reason for your sudden departure. Your hands shake as you walk, and you're trying your hardest to take slow, deep breaths - however, you're failing miserably.

Pam eyes you wearily as you walk past her desk and out of the room. She catches Jim's eye as he worriedly watches you hurry from your seat. Pam counts to 10 in her head, just like you previously told her to do when she notices that your anxiety is getting the better of you. She doesn't look at Jim as she stands, and carefully makes her way over to the door of the break room.

Jim Halpert, being the caring boyfriend he is, takes it upon himself to follow Pam and make his best attempt at helping you out, whatever the problem may be. When he catches up to her however, she gives him a stern look, which he responds to with a confused one.

You burst into the break room and sit down on one if the chairs, not noticing Pam and Jim just outside of the door.

"Jim, just stay out here, I'll tell you when you can come in." Pam tells him.

"No, Pam, look at her. I need to go in there and make sure she's okay." He glances at your hunched frame, your shoulders shaking and your hands braced on your knees.

"Listen, I'm her best friend, and we both know she won't want you to see her like this." Pam tries to reason with him, but he looks at her, confused by what she meant when she said, 'she won't want you to see her like this' Why can't he see you like this? You're clearly not doing well and he just wants to help you.

"I'm her boyfriend, Pam, and I just want to make sure she's okay. Is that really such a crime?" He says, slightly exasperated from her lack of cooperation.

Pam sighs and puts a hand on Jim's shoulder making him look down at her.

"I promise you can come in soon, just need to make sure she's okay with you being there with her, alright?" He nodded. "She loves you, but she is obviously going through something, and I've seen her like this before, so I know how to help her." Pam goes to open the door, but Jim grabs her arm.

"If you don't tell me to come in there in 2 minutes, I'm going to anyway." She rolls her eyes at his stubbornness and opens the door.

You look up through teary eyes, and her heart breaks a fraction.

"Hi." She almost whispers. You try to reply, but all that leaves your mouth is a choked sob. She immediately sits down beside you and rests a comforting hand on your back, rubbing in small circles to soothe you.

While you know Pam is trying her best, she's not what you need right now. You try to take a deep breath, and she understands that you're about to speak, so she takes the liberty of asking first.

"What do you need? What can I do for you?"

"I- I just need Jim." You say quietly, and you can see her nodding and motioning at the door, telling him to come in. You can hear the click of the door but you don't respond, trying to focus on breathing. You feel Pam's hand leaving your back and you assume she left the room to let Jim help you out.

Jim kneels down in front of you and goes to take your right hand in both of his, but then he remembers that some people don’t like to be touched in a situation like this so he hesitiates.

"Hey, pretty girl." He says it so softly. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

You nod.

"I know you're trying to focus on your breathing right now, so I'm just gonna do this," he slowly takes your hand and guides it to his chest. "I need you to match my breathing. Can you do that for me, babe?"

You shake your head, the task seemingly impossible. You try to distract yourself by focusing on the butterflies that flutter in your stomach at the pet-names, but that doesn't seem to work.

"C'mon, you wanna at least try? You're doing so good already."

All he gets in reply is an ugly sob. His heart breaks for you. He knows you've been struggling with panic attacks for a while now, even without you openly telling him, and the first and only time he helped you through one, you got all embarrassed and closed off afterwards and he had to try to assure you that your reaction to certain situations wasn't anything to feel shameful of.

You look up at him, and try to take a deep breath as he watches you encouragingly.

"Attagirl, you're doing so well." He starts to take long, exaggerated breaths in hopes that you copy him, and after a few minutes of encouragement, you semi-successfully do so.

Your slight progress, however, is thrown away when Michael starts banging on the door of the break room, yelling nonsense about a sales call that you have yet to make.

Out of the corner of your eye you think you see Dwight tell Michael something and it makes him stop yelling, but it doesn't ease your anxiety.

Jim watches as Michael walks away and then he turns his attention back to you.

"Hey, honey, just look at me." You shake your head in response. "You're doing such a good job already, I just need you to take a couple more big, deep breaths, alright? Can you try that for me?" His grip on your hand never once eases as he helps you through your anxiety attack.

After a while of encouragement and reassurance, you begin to shake less and your heart slows back down to its regular pace, for the most part anyway.

When Jim is sure you're able to breathe on your own without his help, he tries to gently remove your hand from his chest, but you grip onto his shirt tightly. He doesn't seem to mind, and covers your hand with his own again.

"Sorry." You mumble, almost inaudibly. He gently takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and guides your head upwards to look at him.

"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. You can't stop stuff like this from happening, and I'm always here to help you with these things, okay?" You give him a little nod in response. Jim wipes away the still falling tears with the fingers previously situated on your chin.

He kisses your forehead and goes to stand up, but you grab his hand and a strained noise comes from your throat in protest.

"I'm just gonna grab you some water and a tissue." Jim says, pressing his lips to your hand.

As he walks away you dry your cheeks as best you can, still feeling embarrassed about your situation.

'Jim shouldn't have to deal with someone as pathetic as you.' That little whisper in the back of your mind seems as though it's yelling, not whispering.

You don't even notice Jim walking back into the room as your brain is so consumed with ways to apologise for the inconvenience.

"Can practically hear you thinking, sweetheart. What's going on in there?" He taps your forehead as he sets the glass of water down on the table and hands you the tissues.

"I'm sorry." You apologise again.

"What are you sorry for?" He smiles sadly at you, which only makes you feel worse.

"I'm sorry I'm such a pain in the ass." You chuckle wetly. "You shouldn't have to deal with this kinda stuff." You look up at him, and he stares back at you.

"Oh, honey, no. I'm not dealing with anything. You're my girlfriend. I want to help you. And frankly, you're not a pain in the ass. I love you, okay?"

Oh.

"I love you too." You reply, still feeling semi-guilty. You know Jim can tell, but he doesn't say anything. He does, however, grab your hands and pull you up so that you're standing. He wraps his arms around your waist and you immediately respond by wrapping your own around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.

Jim whispers 'I love you' again a dozen times or so, and you simply bury your face further into his neck, perfectly content to stay there as long as he'll let you.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Jenna Well, listen, I asked Zach and Rainn about doing those leg curls. And Rainn confirmed they were fake weights. However, they were still so sore. Rainn said he loved shooting this cold open. He loved working with Zach, but he was sore for days after shooting this. And Zach said, quote, Doing the weight scene was literal hell. 

+Bonus

[miyathesparrow]

Quick doodle I did of Dwight, Jim and Pam.

So...I recently re-watched The Office for the fourth time and I couldn't help but fell in love with these three idiots (again). I also like Ted Lasso and thought the picture I used for reference really suits them. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the drawing!

[pipoetry]

We all need him.

[taylanaracie]

Yk what I want? I want to be able to sit on a couch and explain to a cameraman why I did what I just did. Like in the office and modern family.

Maybe even look at the camera while doing it

[sureshsingaratnam]

[cninzihni]

[loupettes]

THE OFFICE (2005 - 2013)

7.15. The Search

[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💗!)

[hya6cin7hus]

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[johnnyhatesducks]

Me and who

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Jenna No. And then Pam simply has a talking head where she says, They're the same picture. 

Angela Of all the things Pam says, I had no idea that was one that you get, like, quoted or said to you or used, like on the Internet. 

Jenna Oh, yeah. Like, it's a whole thing. Like it gets used politically a lot. Like, you know, someone's trying to make some political point and they'll have, like, the meme of They're the same picture. 

Angela Oh. 

Jenna I know.