I finally finished this collection of fairly short, unrelated fics that I’ve been working on. If you’re interested in any of the following pairings (there’s one of each in the series), I’d love to know what you think!
Pairings:
Jim Halpert/Dwight Schrute
Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Loki/Reader
Eric Foreman/Stephen Hyde
Cisco Ramon/Leonard Snart
Perry Cox/John “JD” Dorian
Dean Craig Pelton/Jeff Winger
Grant Grant (from the 2006 horror movie Slither)/Reader
Peter Parker/Otto Octavius
and
Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer
There’s also a m/m pairing from a movie that no one has seen, haha.
Link to the series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2319188
s u m m a r y: Jim is promoted to co-manager by David Wallace.
r a t e d: PG-13 for language
w o r d c o u n t: 697
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It was a little jarring when both Michael and Jim arrived at the same moment to the office and both twenty-five minutes late to work. What also surprised the Dunder-Mifflin was that Jim was not dressed in just a button up and some slacks but no he was dressed just as Michael was in a suit and tie with his hair slicked back in a more professional way.
Pam smiled over at Jim as he smiled back at her, giving her a thumbs up. She wasn't sure for he had not told anybody about what had happened even though it had happened early this morning, unannounced, when David Wallace had driven down to Scranton for a breakfast meeting. He had only just dropped them off.
"I have an announcement," Michael began, his voice booming so everyone in the office could hear what he was saying, "Jim and I had just spoken to David Wallace over some waffles at the iHop. He had said that Dunder-Mifflin would be more well managed, as more of a person who saves me from all the trouble."
Michael had laughed and Jim had given him an odd look before he cleared his throat and continued, "I would like to inform you guys that Jim Halpert has been promoted and Jim accepted to the position of co-manager alongside me."
Immediately, Dwight rose to his feet, "Are you serious about this Michael? You don't really think David Wallace was being serious about it?"
"Dwight, he came with the paperwork for Jim to sign on the spot, if he had accepted it," Michael stepped towards Jim who immediately slipped back a little, "Jim is co-manager and there is absolutely nothing he could do."
He pushed his way past Michael and into his office, grabbing at his phone and dialing out Wallace's number hastily written on Michael's desk calender. It rang, and Michael continued to try to wrestle the receiver out of the desperate co-workers hands, but he answered before Michael could do anything.
"Michael?" Wallace starts, puzzled, "Is there something wr-"
"David, this is Dwight Schrute. I am here to make a formal complaint about the current new co-manager, Jim Halpert, and wish to have him fired immediately."
"On what grounds, Dwight?" He says with a sigh, which Dwight takes negatively, "There is nothing wrong. We promoted him because we thought it was the right thing to do."
He slammed the receiver down back into the cradle and pushed his way back out of Michael's office. He moves to where Jim is getting situated in his new office and immediately confronts him as he sits down in his seat.
"How?" Dwight immediately spits out, "How did you get the co-manager job?"
Jim looked up, innocently, "Maybe I was more qualified for the job?"
"OUt of all the people in this office Jim, I believe that next to Ryan you are one of the most complete shit sales person in the entire history of Dunder-Mifflin," Dwight says, as Jim's face remained unfaltered, "I've been running alongside Michael for almost 2/3rds of the years he has worked here and they have the balls to put Jim fucking Halpert in the 2nd command."
Jim stood up but Dwight's intimidating face made him immediately drop back down into the seat. "I accepted it because I thought I deserved it, since they offered it to me, and I signed the paperwork that I will start my job as soon as I do."
The sound that came out of Dwight not only startled Jim but made the other workers in the office turn their head towards Jim's office. And at the moment Dwight decided to turn on his heels and make his way to the front doors.
Michael had left his office to try and confront Dwight to convince him from leaving but Dwight did not listen but instead pushed Michael out of his way. Pam raised her phone to call security but Michael immediately ushered her to put it back down.
"He's just overreacting, he'll be back," Jim said as he headed towards the break room, needing a much needed cup of water to cool himself down, "He'll be back."
The click-clacking of keyboards and the endless hum of the printer make the room feel almost cozy, even if the overhead lights are glaring. On his computer screen, Dwight inputs and double-checks his numbers for the month. It's a slow day. The phone rings; he perks up, glancing to the right but sagging as Jim picks up his line--of course. It's for Jim.
"Dunder Mifflin, this is Jim speaking," he says in that easy voice, leaning back in his chair. Everything is easy for Jim. He's relaxed, athletic, always affecting a quiet lean. Dwight can see the contours of his shoulders through his button down shirt. He's not ripped, but his lean, defined muscles, grazed by fabric, suit him.
"You know what, I'm not sure if we have it available right now at this branch, but if you give me a moment to bring up our corporate inventory..." Jim leans forward now, peering at his computer screen. Now in his line of sight, he catches Dwight looking and almost smiles with furrowed brow, cocking his head askance. It's an innocent, curious look. Dwight, caught, reddens, mouthing "Go to hell" before returning to his work, typing furiously now, pulling his chair closer to his desk to hide... nothing, nothing at all. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Jim shrugging and going back to the call.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Jim asks. He seems flustered for a moment but Dwight imagines it was all in his imagination.
There was a time he used to think otherwise. In the early days, when the two were friends, and rivals, with petty bickering that escalated from time to time. But Dwight could swear he'd catch Jim watching him, just for a second, with that same curious look, as if wondering what it would be like if they were somewhere else, perhaps on a business trip, or spending a night in the country.
He knew he was wrong the moment he noticed Pam staring moon-faced at Jim for the first time. And Jim fell for it, hook, line, even the damn sinker. But now she was at home, with child again, and suddenly it was like old times for the two of them. "Don't get too comfortable," Dwight warns himself.
"What did you say?" Jim asks, replacing the phone on the cradle. Dwight's heart freezes as he realizes he said it out loud.
"Nothing, I didn't say anything," Dwight replies, typing a little too hard, shaking the keyboard.
"I'm pretty sure you said something," Jim needles, a wicked grin on his face. Dwight melts a little at the look, then shifts his facial features into a scowl.
"You're hearing things," he declares, daring Jim to continue. Trying to ignore the stirring inside as Jim smiles at him, their eyes locked for a moment, silent, as if two tigers ready to do battle or... but Jim shrugs and goes back to his work. Dwight's gaze lingers a moment longer. There was something he recognized in that smile. Something he hadn't seen in a long time.
