3 Works by pressedbean24
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‘I wanted to paint something for you to hang in your place in LA. Something to make you think of me when you miss me’ Tobin says with a cheeky smile when Christen steps back to look at her face.
‘I always miss you,’ Christen replies. It’s immediate and sure. Stated simply as fact, and said with a force that lets Tobin know she must mean it.
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Christen realizes Tobin isn’t really a big drinker either, she just seems to like the social aspect of being out and she talks to everyone, jumping in and out of multiple conversations with ease. She's just as charming and engaged here as she is around the office, if not more so.
About an hour later Christen realizes she’s actually having a pretty good time, but she’s fighting her second yawn within a few minutes and decides to call it a night, using getting home to let her dogs out as her excuse.
Sliding into her Uber home, she decides she should actually join in on this weekly office tradition more often, and she tells herself it’s just to push her comfort zone and get out more, and not because Tobin’s jawline looked unusually good in the dim bar lighting as she nursed her beer.
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Coworker AU. Mostly fluff because there is enough bad shit in the world right now.
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"What’s going on with your medal here?” she teases.
Some smart ass comment leaves your mouth but you aren’t even really sure what you said before you trail off entirely because she gives a cute little shrug and reaches up around your neck to adjust the band, and suddenly everything else slows down, goes quiet, and disappears.
It’s one of those moments; one of the countless moments you’ve gotten lost in under the spell of Christen Press, triggered by the most mundane things when in her presence. Who knew something as simple as adjusting a medal could be so hot?? All you can focus on is her lips and the cute little tip of her tongue sticking out as she concentrates on her task. Until she smiles and you look up into those eyes you love so much and that’s not any better and fuck you want to kiss her."
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aka my imagination running away from me with what I'd like to pretend was going through Tobin's head on the field after the final