One Shot Multi-Fandom Collection (Male reader x Fem)

Pam Beesly (The Office)

A/N: I realize that there is BARELY any The Office x Male Reader fanfictions so i decided to do one with our favorite receptionist Pamela Beasly. I'm doing the recommendations too so don't worry.

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"Hey guys i'm uh...i'm (Y/N) (L/N) a rising boxer. I do night fights and earn cash and my name gets a little known i guess but on the day....i am a salesman...for paper...selling you guessed it...paper," i said to the camera in front of me. Of course this was a while after the first day they came to Dunder Mifflin. But, apparently since I've been gone for about a year they wanted me to recap for the audience.

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I was typing away on my block of a computer before my eyes drifted to Pam Beesly the receptionist at our office...and the woman i love. Of course it was obvious to me that she had a thing for Jim but a guy can dream can't he ?

As i couldn't look away from her i notice the camera zooming in on my face. Quickly, i went back to work.

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"Nope i do NOT have a thing for Pam i mean she likes Jim....doesn't she ?," i said to the camera.

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(Timeskip)

I drove my car with a leaky nose and a sweaty body. My eye swelling up to the capacity. I had just gotten out of my boxing match but rushed over to my car. I had to be there.

I had to make it to Pams art show.

My nose bled terribly as i ran down the stairs. Once i made it to where Pam and Michael were, my blurry vision making it out, i noticed the camera lighting my wounds and the horrified faces of people around. Including Pam.

"(Y/N)...god what happened ?," Pam said stepping closer. Michael held a worried look. That look held many things.

"I...had to make it to your art show...you know ?," i said.

Her eyes...her beautiful blue eyes. They held a worried yet touched look in them. Good. I wanted her to be reached.

Suddenly, my visions started darkening and my head started to spin. My legs swung back and my back met the floor. People, including the camera men, met my uncontrolled figure. Michael and Pam started talking to me and i couldn't make out what they were saying. All i could do was close my eyes. The sensation to sleep overwhelming me.

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Beep

Beep

Beep

The sound of a monitor rang in the hospital room as my eyes fluttered open. A btight light encased them before settling down revealing the ceiling. I looked around to see an iv in my arm and a heart monitor. The usual.

Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Pam...and she was stunning.

Practically like a goddess of beauty.

"Hey Ms. Beesly," i rasped. She gasped as she looked at me before rushing to my form and hugging it.

"Oh my god are you okay ?," Pam asked.

"Yeah...just a papercut," i snarked. "Is it too late to call sick today ?"

Pam giggled and i gave a dry laugh. I had this...courage in me to tell her the truth. That i loved her. I have to tell her right now. Now or Never.

"Pam i need to tell you something while i'm up," i started "i...i'm in love with you."

"....what ?," she stuttered.

"I'm in love with you," i repeated.

Pam sat there for a moment a little shocked before standing up....and walking out.

My heart clenched and the heart monitor sped up a bit. Did....Didnshe just walk out ? I waited for what had to be hours for her to cone back. Expecting excuses but...she didn't.

My sadness grew into anger and humiliation. How could she do this ? A simple no would have been better. But to simply just walk out...was soul crushing. I turned over on my bed and let a tear or few slip. I was crushed. More than any blow can throw.

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(Timeskip: Beach Day)

Pam Pov:

I had a small smile on my face as my burning feet were swallowed by the sand. Adrenaline coursing through my veins as i sat in my victory.

I confessed to Jim that i broke off my wedding for him. That i shut down (Y/N) for him. That i missed him dearly. And i did.

I confessed that i was bummed out that only (Y/N) and Michael came to my art show. That is sucked that no one else supported me.

However, when i think of (Y/N)...my chest feels funny. It feels like a sweet flower purified it. Healed it in a way. Like nothing else mattered besides (Y/N). But he's just a friend....right ?

"Look Pam," Jim started bringing me out of my loop "i get that you miss me and we csn continue a friendship but if your looking for something more....Im the wrong guy...i found and love Karen VERY much. I hate to say it but...your late."

My heart felt like it was used as a shooting range.

It exploded in Fear, Humiliation, Jealousy, and Anger.

"Oh..Okay well i'll just....yeah," i said. My eyes tearing up as i walked off into the night. Scurrying past the cameras until i was alone. As soon as i was alone i broke down in tears.

Suddenly a thought it me like Pencil on paper.

I didn't love Jim

I loved (Y/N)

Although Jim was there sometimes...he left when i needed him most. (Y/N) though...(Y/N) was always there for me. No matter the cost. Yet he is in the hospital because of me.

I walked out on him.

Just then i knew what i had to do.

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(Timeskip)

(Y/N) Pov

Hospital

My fingers hit the piano keys as i decided to play Dear Mr Fantasy on the hospitals Piano. Of course my hands...shook more or less.

After the incident with fainting and waking up in the hospital, the doctors revealed that my hands are always shaking.

I have possible brain damage. I don't know what to do. My family knows and want to take care of me but im not made of glass. I can handle myself.

Suddenly the door sley opened and Pam was standing in the door way. Cameraman behind her. I sighed, anniyed as i didn't want to see her. She walked out when i needed her most. Now i didn't.

"...Come to give me lectures ? Regrets ? Art tickets ? Well hear this Miss Beasly..mi don't want any of-"

I was cut off as Pam rushed to me and kissed me. Her mouth tasting like strawberrys and giving my heart light in the darkness. She pulled back from the magical moment and gave me a smile.

"...i love you too," she said giggling.

"Timing was way WAY off," i joked.

Pam laughed as she smacked my shoulder. The joyous laugh in which I've come to love. A laugh from the one artistic Pamela Beesly.