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.
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.First date. Anxiety and hope and terror and euphoria.
Last chapter is up! New beginnings, new rating.
My (second?) contribution to the Money post-ep business. Jim and Pam have dinner and something's a little off.
He’s shifting noisily in his bed, and you hear him grunt quietly in frustration before he mutters, “I swear, these mattresses are made of straw.”
SPOILERS up to, and including, Money.
What Jim will remember about their night at Schrute Farms.
Spoilers for "Money."
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?lisahoo issued a request for post-Fun Run smut. I'm breaking my self-imposed ban on posting this. See what you've made me do?
What it's really like this year at Dunder Mifflin.
Just a short little blurb about Pam's emotions now that we've seen Fun Run.
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.
Fluff inspired by Jim's turn as a vampire in Season 3's, "Business School".
Sometimes the past haunts them.
Angst, and fluff, and smut. Not necessarily in that order.
Post-"Gay Witch Hunt"; Pam's growing up and realizing that if you want something, sometimes you have to fight for it.Jim and Pam’s secret is out. Pure fluff.
Weekends with Jim can be a terrible distraction on Monday.
"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. ;)
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