Moving on is not easy, nor pretty.
A little over 15 years after Casino Night and Jim's move to Stamford, Pam bumps into him. (AU)
This is what happens when you watch approximately 17,000 Hallmark-y Christmas movies...
It's a Season 3 Christmas with one tiny difference: The Merger has not taken place.
The Snoopy mug origin story...
Pam and Jim spend their first New Year's together babysitting.
As the year 2007 ends, Pam's got to face her fears of interacting with children.
Another AU fic about the post-Casino Night events. What if Pam found it in herself to tell Jim she called off her wedding? Based on the song Picture by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow.
A bit of last minute Christmas shopping could go further than finding the perfect gift.
Written for the Secret Santa exchange (so sorry about the delay)
This is a teeny tiny plot bunny that has barely any plot at all.
It just came into my mind after I saw a gif of this scene (S3E8, The Merger). Enjoy.
‘He’s not going to use her for a story. He’d known within seconds of seeing her sneak to that garden door like a lifeline, within seconds of slipping out after her, that he wasn’t going to do that.’
An exploration of what might have happened if our favorite couple lived in the age of the dating app.
Set in early Season 3, if Season 3 happened to take place in 2017.
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me
She left her house that night with nothing but a too tight dress and a plan to leave as soon as possible. She walked back home with the man who would become her everything. 1950’s Scranton.
"He doesn’t want to be presumptuous but all he’s been thinking about for the past twelve minutes as the car sped away from the restaurant is how much he wants to kiss her again; how much he wants to keep on kissing her until he either dies from happiness or wakes up."
My (canon-compliant) take on Pam and Jim's romantic journey, beginning with their first date. Includes flashbacks.
We had made a life behind fortified walls, protecting from the depthless sorrow, and containing the glimmer of hope within. What was worth fighting for was buried in our bones, a cry from our souls, and it was louder and clearer every day.
'His mother would probably scold him with how often he tends to eavesdrop, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it anyway. He had to be observant in order to survive his two older brothers and the trait followed him to adulthood. Plus, if he was honest, he liked being able to find things out about strangers he would likely never see again. Learning secrets, finding out information, listening to arguments. There was nothing he could do with the stuff he heard, but he enjoyed knowing that the people surrounding him had their own lives just like he did.'
55 word sequel to Copper Strands.
I only own my words, not them.
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