⬆️open for a surprise

This is gonna essentially be a series on Jim and Pam's relationship. I was rewatching all of The Office, and remembered how amazing they are. Definitely one of my fav ships.

Trigger warning: There's what some may call 'spousal rape' in this chapter. It's borderline in two different scenarios, so please, if this really makes you upset, maybe this isn't the chapter for you. Remember: if anyone touches you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, there is not only no shame, but great bravery in telling someone. If you ever need to talk, my dm's are always open❤️ 

"Oh my gosh I didn't even remember that!" You laughed loudly, smacking Peter's shoulder. Rolling over on the large couch, you clutched your stomach, tears pooling in your eyes from laughing so hard.

"Yeah, well, we were kinda crazy in high school," Peter laughed from beside you.

"Hey Y/n, why don't you come sit with me," Spencer said, walking into the room, a slight scowl on his face as usual.

"B-but I'm talking to Peter," you managed, still a bit breathless from laughing.

"Yeah... but uh, shouldn't you be talking to your fiancé?" Spencer emphasised the last word, and you paused, face falling blank, nodding goodbye to Peter. You walked over to your fiancé, and gave him a side hug, pecking his cheek.

"How was your day babe?" You asked him with a forced smile, following as he led you away from Peter and back towards your shared room.

"It was alright. Stayed in the gym for a long time. Aren't you proud?" He flexed his muscle for you, and you put on your fakest smile.

"Very proud."

He lay down on your bed, pulling you next to him.

"You know, you'd think I'd be tired, but... nope," he whispered, pecking your shoulder. His lips trailed up to your collarbone, and you shoved him.

"Spence no, I'm not in the mood."

"But I am," he smiled.

"Spencer."

"C'mon don't be like that Y/n. You know this is what you want," his hot breath was in your ear, making you shudder. His fingers danced along the waistband of your pants, as you looked straight at the ceiling.

"Please Spencer," you whimpered, as his lips continued to attack the skin of your neck.

"Spencer stop, I told you. I'm not in the mood right now," you sighed, shoving him once and for all with all your might. Rolling around, you sat on the edge of the bed. Your shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath, until Spencer placed a hand on one of them. You jerked your shoulder away from him, standing up.

"Really Y/n? Oh don't be so dramatic!"

"I'm gonna go back and see if Peter's still in the living room." You whispered.

"Don't be mad."

"Oh I'm definitely gonna be mad," you scoffed, storming out of the room.

"It's just I don't know what to do," you sat on Wanda's bed, crisscrossed, playing with the chipped polish of your nails.

"What do you mean you don't know... do you love him Y/n?"

"I mean... we're only 21. And it's like... we've been engaged for two years. I just don't get it. When we were 19, it was cute, like we were the young sweethearts, the newest Avengers, like some sort of superhero power couple. And it's like that's why he proposed, for the thrill of it, and the idea, but he never wanted to get married.

"Not to mention how insanely jealous he gets! Peter's been my best friend since we were 15. We matured as Avengers together, and it's like now Spencer doesn't even want me to talk to him. I-I miss my friend." You huffed, and then rubbed your eyes. "Sorry for ranting."

"It's fine, I get it. I mean, you're conflicted... I think you need to follow your heart in this case, not your head. Do you love Spencer?"

"I- yes, I love him," you recited the lie you'd been forcing yourself to say for the past few years. "A-and more importantly, he loves me."

"First of all, that isn't more important. And second of all, are you sure that he doesn't just love... love controlling you? You're a totally different person around him!"

"No! He-he loves me. I know he does," you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry, I have I go- I shouldn't have doubted him."

"Y/n wait-" Wanda called after you, and you turned and held your breath.

"I'm sorry Wanda."

The Avengers were like a crazy family. A crazy, dysfunctional family. But once a day, for a about an hour, any previous arguments (usually about who was stronger) were dropped, and everyone sat down for a nice, large dinner.

"Any new crimes you stopped today Spider-Boy?" Tony asked, taking a huge bite into a slice of pizza.

Peter blushed, "Oh, uh, yeah, actually. There was a lady being held at- well never mind, it's not important."

"Nah come on Peter,"Spencer stared at him from across the table. "I bet your day was-uh... fascinating," Spencer smirked, and Pete held his breath in.

You widened your eyes, looking at Tony for help. Catching your glance, and desperate to help put his 'son' at ease, Tony coughed.

"So I finished Mark 55."

"Oh? What'd you add to it?" You asked, silently praising him.

"Just some new AI updates, I redesigned the exterior a bit, just to make it a bit more flashy," Tony smiled, and the rest of the table smirked.

"How much more 'flashy' can it get Stark?" Cap asked from the other end of the table."

"Oh I wouldn't underestimate him," Pepper sighed. "I doubt he'll ever be satisfied with his suit."

The rest of the table murmured in agreement, and you looked up over your water glass at Peter. You gave him a smile in the hopes to lure one out of him. Peter's lips slowly turned upwards, until he had a full on grin plastered to his face, just like the one you were used to.

Spencer nudged you with his elbow, until you broke eye contact with your best friend, turning to Spence.

"What?"

"Oh, yeah. I just think that you should be smiling at me... your fiancé."

"Spencer," you hushed, and he stopped you.

"Y/n don't make a scene," he interrupted quietly.

"I wasn't making a-... sorry."

You looked down at your hands, not noticing Peter's longing gaze that was cast on you, before he quickly shook his head, suddenly very focused on his pizza.

"I just don't get why you like him,"  Spencer sighed, shutting the door behind you.

"Like who?"

"Peter."

You sat down on the bed, staring up at him.

"...What's wrong with Peter?"

"I don't know, I mean, it's just... he's lame!"

"C'mon. He's sweet."

"I think he spends too much time with you."

"Well maybe I don't care what you think on that matter Spencer. He's my best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend," he grumbled, lying down next to you.

"Am I your best friend?" You questioned, rolling over towards him.

"No," he laughed, almost at the prospect.

"Well then. Nothing seems unfair to me."

"Well maybe you have to reevaluate then," Spencer's eyes lingered on the ceiling a bit, before pulling you close to him quickly. "C'mon, time for you wifely duties."

"I'm not your wife."

"Close enough though," he smirked, kissing you deeply.

Few things:
First, hope you enjoyed.

Second, yes I know that some of this could be considered spousal rape, and that Roy never did that to Pam on the show, but I wanted to make Spencer even worse than Roy, and having him sorta commit one of the most atrocious acts on earth is a surefire way to do that.

Third, if you love Jim and Pam like I do, then please request episodes or moments that you'd like to see mirrored in this series.