A collection of loosely-related moments (more like a bunch of one shots than a WIP. So jump in and out as you like.) Unapologetic smuff.While MTT was down for a brief time one night, I wrote a couple 55 word fics in the TWOP thread about Jim and Pam reading fanfic. I will likely continue this as a long running series, referencing my favorite stories and also newer stories as they come about.
Jim is worried that Pam can't get no satisfaction.
Smut.
Jim and Pam and two telephones, post-Season 3.Response to the Summer Job Challenge:
The summer before Pam's Junior year of high school, Pam lands a part-time job answering phones at Anderson Realty.
This WAS a one-shot, but I'm having some writers' block issues with What They Don't Know...This is more to tide me over, but you're welcome to enjoy it!
3 Pam enters her freshman year at Marywood University. Will she run into Jim? A continuation of "The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is Under Construction"
A first fight and a bowl of make-up spaghetti. (No spoilers.)
For the Rain challenge.
Pam drives to Stamford (post "Casino Night") to confront Jim.
M for language.
Checking in on Jim's thoughts a week after certain events.
*double update: Chap 8 + 9 posted**
Dinner, and what happened later. Post-Season 3.Jim and Pam surrender to silence after "The Job." A virtual smut-angst festival!
This is smut. Serious, hard-core, unapologetic, squirm in your seat, not-safe-for-work, wild and unhinihibited smut, punctuated by merciless and heart-wrenching angst. In a couple of chapters, there will be smutty angst, and in others, angsty smut. There's even a couple of chapters with no smut at all and some fluff-happy-funny mixed in! But it all ends with a happy bang! Haw. You were warned.
A series of vignettes inspired by random song clips from the iPod. No chronological order, so sit tight. It might be a bumpy ride through time.What if Pam had gone along with Michael and Dwight to the convention? Was she ready to see Jim? Was Jim ready to face Pam?A collection of brief everyday moments: sleeping, showering, working, eating...(sounds exciting, huh?)
Each part is a mini-one shot (i.e., not a WIP with one ongoing narrative); no spoilers.
"He approached her desk with a look that she had seen in his eyes a thousand times before. Though somehow, this time, she knew that it was going to be more trouble than usual for her."
This story has nothing to do with the poem by Christopher Marlowe. In case you were worried. ;)
Weekends with Jim can be a terrible distraction on Monday.