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I love them ❤❤❤❤❤

Tom is so supportive, love that for Peach 🥰

Official | Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Hello all! Another one for Tom and Peach! Want to find out more about them? You can do so here!

Summary: Peach's friend makes them question the exclusivity of their relationship with Tom

Word count: 1,636

Tag list: @there-goes-thefighter @soulmates8

Warnings: Light angst, anxiety and dialogue heavy.

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Despite all your initial hesitancies, dating Tom had been absolute dream so far. He listened to you wanting to taking things slow and was doing so and therefore the trust was restrengthening. When you were just friends, you met up every couple of days. At the moment he took you out once a week and called you on a Wednesday, to ask you about your week and when you were next free. You didn’t feel stressed or panicked about exploring this side of your relationship with him, it was still full of laughter and banter, but a few more kisses this time and it was also done with the knowledge that both of you really liked each other and that there could be a future there.

You hoped there would be.

This was fine. Absolutely fine. Carla was here and was being her usual self. But it was fine. You were gritting your teeth, but it was fine. The last time she was here, she made you cry and Tom had to comfort you.

“So,” she starts finally stopping her talk of her promotion, “What’s going on with you?”

This was your opportunity. Hype yourself up. “I’m really good actually, work’s going really well.” You say it quickly, giving it not time to interrupt. “I’m hoping to apply for a promotion next year, Alice is really good too, but I’ve not been seeing her as much lately, she’s been busy with work and her boyfriend, but I’ve been dating a really nice guy and that’s been going well.”

Carla pauses for a moment, her eyes are slightly wide but she composes herself, straightens herself out and has another drink. “Dating, hey? Proud of you. How long’s it been going on?”

“About 6 weeks now. We’d been friends before though.”

“Awe, that’s cute.”

The tone in her voice had you subtly clenching your fists. Like she was admiring a drawing from a toddler.

“So’s he.” You say with a taut smie, “He’s quite amazing actually.”

Her smile is tight, “That’s good. Richard is taking me away again next month. Italy I think. Honestly, I can’t quite remember, we go on so many.“ Charlie is her husband. He was a banker. Lots of money, lots of trips, very busy, yada yada. “What is it this guy does?”

“Oh he’s-“ Your doorbell goes off, “you can ask him yourself actually.” You had mentioned to him the other day that Carla was coming.

“Isn’t it her that made you cry?” He asked at dinner.

“That’s her, Alice isn’t going to be there again either,” you sigh and you can already see the question poised on his lips, “I just…can’t tell her that I don’t want to be friends with her. She definitely says things she shouldn’t… but I don’t know, I don’t think she’s always trying to be mean. She’s making the effort to come and see me anyway.”

Tom hands as he puts a bit of food in his mouth, “Would you like me to be there?”

“What?”

“You mentioned Alice wasn’t going to be there. Carla… she seems like someone who might be easier deal with if there’s someone else there.”

“I don’t want her to start saying things to you though.”

“Peach, she’s not gonna bother me. I have to deal with Maverick on a daily basis.” You giggle, “But if it’s too much and you’re not ready for that kind of thing, I’ll stay.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“No-that’s okay. It’d be nice for you to meet more people in my life than just Alice. Only if you’re sure though?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh, you didn’t mention him coming?”

“Didn’t get a chance to.” You mumble as you stand up,

“Sorry?” Carla asks, not quite hearing.

“Nothing. Looking forward to you meeting him.”

You made your way to the door and opened the door,

“Hey Peachy,” He smiles

“Hey, Tom.” You reach you and give him a little peck. You were getting better at that. Initiating kisses.

“How’s it going so far?” He says lowly

“As you’d expect.”

He reaches down and squeezes your hand and you let him in. He waits for you to lock the door, before you take his hand and lead him in.

“Hey Carla, this is my- this is Tom.”

“Hi, pleasure to meet you.” He says and politely sticks hand out. Carla stands up and places her hand in his, smiling as she responds the same.

“We were just talking about you,” she smirks and sits back down, Tom sits next to you.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows

“Mm, was just wondering what you do for a living?” Carla asks, desperate to know.

“I’m a Naval Aviator.”

Carla’s eyes widen in surprise as she leans forward, “So what’s your ranking?”

“I’m a lieutenant.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

Carla continues to chat to him and ask him questions, essentially ignoring you. Which Tom can sense and so he turns to you,

“You need a drink?” He asks with a gentle smile.

“Yes please.” He nods with a smile and presses a soft kiss to your cheek and checks whether Carla also wants another drink.

Yourself and Carla watch as Tom goes to the kitchen and Carla lets out a low whistle as she turns and leans towards you,

“And he’s not your boyfriend?”

You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up, “We’re just taking things slow at the moment.”

Carla hums, “But you’re exclusive?”

You’d not actually discussed anything like that. Surely you were? You definitely weren’t interested in anyone else and you had assumed Tom wasn’t? The look on your face must have been enough of an answer for her.

“You’re brave.” She snorted, “he’s a catch, I bet there’s plenty of people after him.”

“I-he-um he definitely gets flirted with a lot.” You confess.

When you first started going out, Tom said you’d be taking it at your pace. What if he thought things were taking too long and that you weren’t interested?

“Well you should definitely get on that.” She says quickly as Tom walked back in, handing each of you your drinks.

Tom looks at you and his brows knit together, “You okay?”

You look at him as you blink out of your thoughts, Tom sits next to you. “Peach?” He questions again.

“Yeah, sorry. Zoned out a bit, thank you.” You reply lifting your drink up slightly. Tom nods, his face eases, but is still concerned. His hand subconsciously goes to your back and rubs gently as he gets more guarded around Carla.

The rest of the time she’s is at your house is… fine. Carla spends most of her time asking Tom questions and it’s a relief to not be her focus. It’s also a relief when she goes. You really needed a chat with Tom at this point.

You say your goodbyes and close the door,

“Well,” Tom breathes. “That was a lot.”

“Yeah.” You rub your face slowly, causing Tom to walk over and pick up your hand. You look up at him,

“Wanna tell me what she said now?” he asks kindly, you just shrug in response.

You had to ask. You had to clarify. You had to- “She just um.” You shook your head, “It doesn’t really matter. I need to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

“We’re not um-you’re not-“ You feel nervous as you tap your right ring finger into your palm, “you’re not wanting to see other people are you? Because I’m not and we’ve not actually talked about this-“

“Hey,” Tom interrupts gently “I’m not and do not want to see other people, Peach. You asking if we can date exclusively? We can do that.” His smile is so soft. So comforting.

“Actually,” you start feeling your mouth dry up. You finger taps faster, “Tom-I-“

Tom takes in a breath, nervously.

“Tom, I really like you. And I’ve had a lot of fun dating you, but I was wondering if we could maybe…if you wanted to maybe- if you’d be interested in making this like an official thing?” You could feel yourself cringe as you look down. You felt like a teenage asking their crush out. Why doesn’t anyone tell you how to actually do things like this?

You feel vulnerable. You trusted him wholeheartedly, but yet you still wanted to cry. You feel him gently take a hold of your cheek and you look up.

“Peachy,” he coos “wait here for one minute okay?” What? “Just one minute, everything’s fine. I promise.” He leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your forehead in reassurance.

You watch confused as he spins round and grabs one of the flowers he got delivered to your house the other day-‘just because’. Tom walks back to you. Gently holding the flower in one hand taking yours in the other,

“Was hoping to ask you this weekend actually, was gonna get you a bunch of flowers,” you gently take the flower offered as he continues to speak, “take you out to dinner,” your breath hitches as he tugs you a little closer. The hand that was holding the flower now on your waist. “And then after dessert, I’d take your hand and ask if you would do me the honor of allowing me to be your boyfriend.”

“Really?” You breathe as Tom smiles, a smirk hidden.

“Yeah, Peach.” He says softly “Will you?”

You nod, and Tom’s closed mouth smile turns into a happy grin, “yes.” You finally voice, joining Tom in his bright smile.

Tom leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, which you are quick to return. However, It doesn’t last long because you’re both smiling too hard, causing you to both let out a light chuckle.

Both of you feeling so happy and excited for what the future held.

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#Tom Kazansky x Reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x Reader #Iceman x Reader #Tom Kazansky x You #Tom Iceman Kazansky x You #Iceman x You #YCHIITS Series #colourfulsuitwonderland #fic rec #fluffy #little angst

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Ahh my heart !!!!!!!

So cute! I love Tom & Peach 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Moments in our Lives | Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Hello all! Another one for Tom and Peach! Want to find out more about them? You can do so here!

I'm nervous about this one, but it's been helpful for me to write personally. Please pay attention warnings.

Summary: Peach loves The Lord of the Rings and finally they are able to see the films

Word count: 2,142

Tag list: @there-goes-thefighter @soulmates8

Warnings:

References to cancer, canonical cancer (the word is said not said though), mentions of treatment, sadness guilt, Angst, fluff, illness. Main characters have kids (minor roles). If you'd like clarification with what happens, send me an ask :)

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The Fellowship of the Ring

You were bouncing on your heels as you wait in line for the tickets. You’ve got a hold on Tom’s hand who’s watching you with fond amusement.

“We’ll get tickets right?” You ask nervously, “They won’t have sold out?”

“The film doesn’t start for another or so, Peach.” He says with a little chuckle, squeezing your hand fondly “We’ll be fine.”

“I’m just excited,” You reply, bottom lip sticking out an exaggerated amount.

Tom reaches up, thumb rubbing gently along it, “I know, Peachy.” He murmurs as he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

It’s then your turn to buy the tickets and Tom can practically feel the excitement vibrate off of you as your payment is taken (confirming that it is not in fact sold out) and the tickets are handed to you, which you hold onto tightly.

You walk away and as soon as you far enough away from the queue, you let out a little squeal and throw your arms around Tom, who laughs and wraps his arms around you. Pulling you closer.

“You’re worse than the kids.” He comments good-naturedly.

You lean your head back, “I think you’ll find that-“

“I love it,” he says cutting you off and leaning in for a quick kiss, “I love you.”

“You should.” You let out a little squeak as his hands tickle your sides “I love you, too.”

You’re now settled in to your seat as you feel your fingers begin to tingle in excitement, however-

“Tom,” You start a nervous tinge to your voice and he turns to you concerned, “Tom-I’m starting to feel a little unwell.”

Tom gives you a soft, but comforting smile. He leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then gently nuzzling you with his nose, “Calm down, Peachy. Don’t want you to get too overwhelmed. Have a drink of water. It’ll be on soon.” His right hand goes to your right arm and he begins to trace shapes on the inside of your arm as you take a sip of water and feel a little better.

“Thank you,” you mumble and lean your head on his shoulder and presses a kiss to your hair, smiling softly.

That smile remains on his face as he watches you watch the film, the way your hand tightens around his at the opening credits, the tears that first appear in your eyes at the opening titles and when you first see Bag End, he just wants to bundle you up into his arms as you cover your mouth with your hand and let out the tiniest little cry. You finally get settled and comfortable though and Tom finds himself consistently glancing at you throughout the film.

When the lights come up at the end of the film, you’re looking up at him with glossy eyes, mouth slightly parted in shock.

“Enjoy it?” Tom asks with a gentle smile and you cover your face with your hands as you nod.

“There’s going to extended editions?” You squeal one evening.

You hear a quiet voice call out to you,

“Sorry, sweetheart.” You coo softly looking up from the magazine. “It’s okay, I just got excited. Carry on watching. Daddy will have dinner ready soon.”

The Two Towers

You bury your face into his chest as a couple of happy tears and tears of relief fall down your cheeks, you can’t hug him properly, due to two people being held in his arms, but he still reaches down and presses a kiss to your forehead,

“Hey Peach,” he murmurs “missed you, Honey.”

“Missed you too.” You pull away with a watery smile “Let’s go home?”

“Let’s go home.” He agrees.

“How was The Two Towers?” He asks softly that evening when the kids are in bed, you curled up on his chest on the sofa.

“Hm?” you sat yourself up slightly so you could look at him as you process his words. You feel a blush come to your face, “Oh um I didn’t go.“ you admit looking down.

Tom frowns and gently lifts your face up, “Did something happen? Why couldn’t you go see it?”

You give him a small teasing smile, “I think you’ll find, Captain, that my theatre going buddy was deployed.” Tom continues to eye you and you let your smile drop slightly, “Didn’t want to see it without you.” You admit.

“Peach, it’s out of theatres now. You won’t be able to see it for a while.” He says stroking your cheek gently, still frowning.

“I know,” you reply. “It’ll be worth the wait to watch it with you though.”

And didn’t his heart just triple in size? He didn’t think he could love you anymore than what he did and you just consistently proved him wrong.

He cups your cheek fully and leans in as you place your hands on his chest, kissing you deeply.

The Return of the King:

Honestly, you were so sad,

“It’s over Tom.” You practically wail, “’m never gonna back there.”

“I know Honey,” He coos, being incredibly patient as he rubs a soothing hand on your back, “It’s okay.”

“I miss Legolas.” You cry.

“You don’t need Legolas.” You had made it quite clear of your attraction to Legolas and Tom had felt the tickle of jealousy. You look up and glare at him and Tom immediately finds himself back tracking, “Sorry, Peach. Hey, you might get more of him with the extended editions right?”

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

“Peach?” He says gently knocking on the door, causing you to let out a grunt in acknowledgement from underneath the blankets. Tom softly pads into the room, placing a fresh glass of water on your bedside table. He makes his way around the bed, and gets in.

You’re almost drawn to him and snuggle up with a sigh, immediately feeling comforted. His hand has quickly gone to your head, gently tracing his fingers across your scalp.

“How are you feeling, Honey?”

You respond with a low groan, and lift your head back a bit, peaking one eye open, “Everyone okay?” you croak.

“All good, sweetheart. Kids are fed and watered, watching a film downstairs.”

“Mm good.”

“Got some news for you, Peach. Thought it might cheer you up a bit?”

“What is it?” You say pulling back a bit further, squinting and rubbing your face. Tom smiles, as though he’s so excited to tell you this information,

“They’re making The Hobbit into films.”

He sees it takes you a moment to process it, but you’re already sitting up quickly, causing you to clutch your head to stop yourself from feeling dizzy. “Films?!” You exclaim as best you can.

“Shh.” Tom says with a light chuckle, you were still ill and probably shouldn’t be acting in this way. He should’ve known better, but he couldn’t bear to keep the information from you. You begin to cough and Tom gestures to the water beside you. You take it and have a long drink, thanking him after, but then quickly doing your best to question him.

He guides you into his lap as he does his best to answer your questions about, the directors, cast, location, release dates, all while stroking your scalp.

“The Hobbit was my favourite.” He murmurs softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Mm I know. I’m excited.”

You let out a sigh of contentment, despite the throbbing in your head,

“Thank you for looking after me today.”

“Don’t need to thank me, Sweetheart.”

“Do.” You mumble and closing your eyes briefly, before tilting your head up, “Really do appreciate it.”

“’m your husband, Peachy. In sickness and in health remember?” “Yeah,” you reply with a smile and a light sigh.

“Know you’d be the same anyway.” He comments, pulling you a little a closer.

“’d look after you so hard.”

“You do anyway, Honey.” His hands are still stroking your scalp, “Have a little nap and dream of going to Hobbiton again.”

Tom was honestly nervous about going to see An Unexpected Journey. What if you didn’t like it as much as The Lord of the Rings? What if he didn’t like it as much? He loved chatting to you about the films and wanted that to continue with this trilogy.

But as soon as the film starts, the score begins and you see Frodo and Bilbo, the tears in your eyes appear and his arms litter with goosebumps, he knows he as nothing to worry about.

The Desolation of Smaug

“Can you believe we have to wait a whole year,” you whine when the credits come on,

“We know what’s going to happen, Honey.” He says with a chuckle.

You turn to him and scowl, “I think you’ll find Thomas that they have changed things from the books.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He says with a cheeky smile, “C’mon, we can chat over dinner.” He says tapping your knee.

“After the Ed Sheeran song please.”

The Battle of the Five Armies

When’s the final film out? Same time as last year? He texts you.

“Yeah,” you reply as he pulls you into him with one arm, you’re both sat up in the bed, your hands going to his hair, the tv turned down quietly. “sure to be an emotional one.”

I really like Thorin

“You would.” You tease gently and you can practically hear his smile.

I’m looking forward to taking you to see it. I love watching your reactions.

You suck on your bottom lip before replying, “We’ll see how the treatment goes, Tom.”

His hand waves slightly in dismissal,

“Tom I-“

He pulls away from you and raises an eyebrow, causing you to sigh.

“Okay.” You whisper, turning and pressing a kiss to the side of his head, “okay.”

“I love you.” He whispers hoarsely, readjusting himself. Still getting comfortable.

“I love you too, so much.” You reply quietly trying to blink back the tears, as you try to focus on the TV again. Tom puts his phone in front of your face.

It’ll be okay

You swallow the lump in your throat and hold him a little tighter. He seems to know though and pulls away from you slightly, cupping your cheeks and frowning. Looking him in the eyes is what causes you to let out a little sob.

It’s the first time you’ve let Tom see you cry about this, he’s quick to pull you in and gently shush you in comfort.

“’m sorry.” You cry softly “It’s not fair for you to be comforting me.”

Tom pulls away and lifts your chin to look at him, fixing you with a firm stare. You open your mouth to justify yourself, but he raises an eyebrow. You don’t need him to speak to know exactly what he is trying to say. You’re allowed to be sad. Don’t ever feel guilty about that. I’m still here for you.

“I know,” you reply quietly, a couple of tears still falling. “Just don’t you want to think I’m making this about me, when-“

His thumb on your lip stops you speaking, before he reaches for your left hand and lifts it up. Gently showing off your ring.

“Together.” Tom says softly.

You give him a watery smile, “Together.”

“Sorry, I fell asleep.” Tom gruffs as the end credits come on. You wipe away a few tears, as you say good bye to this world, once again.

“It’s okay, Tom. Don’t need to apologise.” You reach over and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Just happy to be here with you, thank you for taking me.”

“Still shouldn’t have slept.” He grumbles, but you link your hands together.

“Recovery takes time, Tom.” You squeeze his hand gently as you both stand and leave the theatre.

You think to yourself as you make your way back to the car,

“What’s got you in deep thought, Peach?”

“Just feel like these films-this world- has like had significant moments in our life together. If you told younger me, that I’d be seeing them on the screen with the love of my life, they’d be so excited.” You give him a bright smile, “just feeling nostalgic I guess.”

Tom hums in agreement, as he thinks back to the moments in your lives that the world of Middle Earth had come up. From him first seeing the book and asking you about it, to reading the books himself and asking you questions and you giving him the biggest kiss of excitement, to when the originally trilogy of films were announced and you scared him to every special moment you saw the films.

Despite how difficult the last year was, he still felt so lucky to have the life he does with you.

If you like Tom and Peach and/or enjoyed this, please let me know. It really does motivate me write more for them. Hoping them becoming 'official' will be the next fic.

Have a good week ahead!

#Tom Kazansky x Reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x Reader #Iceman x Reader #Tom Kazansky x You #Tom Iceman Kazansky x You #Iceman x You #colourfulsuitwonderland #fic rec

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A Masterpiece.

Val Kilmer characters as Barbie 💌

#val kilmer #barbie #he babygirl

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Hey, check out this new au I didn't know about 2 minutes ago that I now need more content for IMMEDIATELY

you’re closer than you think, Jake…

[ bradley!spiderman sketches below the cut! ]

#OMG SPIDERMAN AU #need #the talent #spiderman au #sereshaw #jakes belt omg #c0rpsereheated

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What a sweetheart! Love Chris Knight 💖💖💖

Great writing ❤

I’m very occupied by summer job thoughts, so no in depth Chris thoughts unfortunately but I’d love a fluffy cuddly Chris Knight blurb! He seems like he’d cling to you if given the chance <3

- aviatorobsessed 💚

Awww, my dear! Don't stress. The Man Upstairs has everything under control and I pray you experience peace today and every day after! Here's just a cute snippet of Chris!

Needs More Lasers

You've been watching the clock perpetually since it rolled over to two in the afternoon, hoping that incessant checking will, somehow, defy time and space and actually move the afternoon along a little faster than it had yesterday.

However, only twenty seconds have passed since the last time you eyeballed the clock hanging over your office door. Groaning, you slump back into your desk chair, head kicking back over the back of it. Cheeks puffing in an exasperated breath, your head angles to consider the ceiling tiles above you.

They're suddenly more interesting than the marketing collateral in front of you, which demands attention, but has subsequently been frying your brain for the last three days.

White-knuckling the arms of your chair, your eyes move again to consider the clock. Twenty more seconds. How is that even possible!? Closing your eyes, you try to hone in on the mundane sounds of a normal California office––the ring of phones, the shunk of a printer, the soft mutter of office gossip and camaraderie.

The sound of fingers working computer keys has almost put you to sleep when the light rap of knuckles on the wall of your cube has you jumping upright in your chair. Startled, you exhale deeply and swivel in your chair, finding your coworker peeking into the space, smirking and shaking her head at you.

"Vick, you scared me," your press your hand against your chest, hoping it'll calm the jackhammering heart against your ribs.

"Sorry to wake you," she jibes, nearly snickering.

"I wasn't asleep," the defense is weak and you know it, and the way your gaze cuts to the stack of paper cradled in the crook of her arm tells it. They are familiar collateral, you'd proofed them yesterday. "Those going to Jen?"

"Mhmmmm sure," she ignores the question before her brow pop, "but yeah, I'm headed over there. Have anything you wanna send?" Nodding, you swivel closer to your desk and begin sorting an array of papers, standing to hand them to her.

Snapping them from you, she adds them to her cradle and then her head nods out of the cube, "Thanks, but that's not why I'm here though, honey," she steps into the cube, hand on her hip, "there's an awfully handsome thing in the lobby asking for you. He's got Casey at the desk completely enamored, but I'm not sure how long he's gonna be distracted by the cute doe-eyed look. He seems kinda....all over the place?"

Oh no. Eyes widening, you nearly lunge for the heels you'd slipped off beside your desk, working into the God-awful stilettos you've been trying to break in quickly, your face suddenly all-too flush with heat.

He can't be here.

Chris can't be here.

He's never showed up to your office before. You haven't been ready to introduce him to your work peers. Not that nobody in this office wouldn't like him, because he's CHRIS, but––you're not ready to explain the glaring age difference between you and Pacific Tech's resident egghead.

And this is a conservative office. A stuffy office.

And nothing about your boyfriend is conservative or tempered, quiet. Professional isn't even in his vocabulary, you don't think. Chris Knight is the breathing definition of living color, and he'd be an amazing marketing brain for this firm, but, he's not a marketer––he's a scientist. A genius.

Eyes fluttering closed, you can just imagine him standing at the front desk in one of his adorable t-shirts, playfully flirting with Casey, the college intern.

Worst of all? He knows it.

Biting at the inner wall of your cheek, you straighten your glasses and attempt to brush at the front of your shirt, as if it will dispel the wrinkles acquired from sitting at a desk for eight hours. Grabbing your security badge, you clip it to the front of your shirt and hurried slip by Vick, thanking her for the information and taking your material to Jen, the project manager.

Hustling down the hall, counting your steps and putting all too much effort into not rolling your ankles in the stiletto's, you're suddenly thankful you're not on one of the other floors.

You'd been moved down to the first floor to be closer to your boss, which only meant good things for you, and you try to remember that as you twist and weave your way through the bowels of the building, the lobby your endzone.

Pushing open the thick security doors, the lobby is suddenly awash with sunlight streaming in from the pane glass windows. Blinking to adjust your eyes, your gaze immediately lands to Chris, who's leaned heavily on an elbow against the front desk, foot crossed over the other.

Still wearing his wayfarers, his hair is feathered back like it always is, looking envious and golden in ways that make your fingers nearly ache with want to touch it. Your brow pops as you lean partially through the door––he's in trousers and his stereotypical slip on shoes, but that banana-and-red International Order for Gorillas is somewhat cleverly hidden beneath that cardigan you love. Casually spinning the keys that belong to his dad's shitty little Toyota pickup on his finger, he looks like a full out vision.

Sure he's younger than you, far more gorgeous than you are, but a small flame of pride flickers behind your ribs next to your heart. He's your boyfriend. He's here to see you, despite how beautiful Casey looks behind the desk with her hair ribbon and perfect makeup.

Mouth emptying of any and all moisture, you square your shoulders and step through the doors brightly, heels ticking off the marble floors.

All the nerves of Chris being here, among your work peers, evaporates like a vapor over water. Genuinely glad to see him, you hurry across the floor, ignoring the receptionist's wrinkled look of confusion entirely.

"Chris, honey––what are you doing here? I can't believe you're here!"

Your smile brightens when his attention flicks immediately from Casey to you. Seconds, maybe, and his brows lift into his hairline as he straightens up from the desk, spinning his keys once more before stuffing them into his pocket.

"Gorgeous! Hi! Jeez you look amazing today--I was in the neighborhood and remembered this is where you slave behind a desk all day, so I thought I'd, you know, swing in." For some reason he emphasizes the word "swing" like it is somehow scandalous as he pushes from the desk to hurry up to you.

Rocking back on his heels as you wrap your arms around him in a hug, squeezes you tight for a second before kissing your cheek soundly, with an audible smack. His finger finds your badge and flicks it, studying the portrait of you with a wrinkled brow.

"Your hair was different," he notes. "I kinda like it short, pretty girl." His brow wags, eyes tracking your face, "I think I'd like it even if you didn't have any, y'know, but, short is cute. Hey! You should get your hair just like mine, I can show you how to style it, and....yeah. I think that would look amazing."

You giggle, his arm lingering around your waist as you smooth the gorilla on his shirt with your hand, "Yeah, it's longer now," you confirm, despite the fact that it's pulled back into a braid today, "I'll take the hair advice under consideration. What are you doing here, Chris?"

His head cants to the side. "What about the sentence didn't you understand? I was downtown and thought I'd come see you. I'm morbidly curious about your office and what you do, how you make all that big money, pretty. What constitutes 'marketing', all that. Scientific, of course."

"Of course." You wrinkle your nose. He loves when you do that and mimics you, lowering to rub his against the tip of yours lovingly. Giggling, you can't stop the bright smile on your face as your chin lifts a little, eyes moving to consider him for a second.

You can feel Casey staring, and your eyes cut to consider her. She's slackjaw behind the desk, looking at the two of you like something out of a movie. Your cheeks darken with flush as you smile at her, wiggling your fingers in a hello, since you hadn't even bothered to say hello to her this morning when you'd come in with Vick.

"Hi, Casey," you nod to her. She doesn't move in her chair. Turning to Chris, you ask him if she'd provided a visitor's badge. Proudly plucking it from his pocket, he beams that yes, she did, and you move to take his hand in yours, "You can mark it down that he's with me, I'll walk him back down when we're finished. Thanks, Casey!"

"Thanks, Casey!" He chimes, turning on his heel to face her, "Definitely think on what I told you about UCLA. You really should transfer into more of an Ivy league, there's a way better payout at the end!"

"Chris," you roll your eyes, trying not to snort, "come with me," you tug him along, toward the secure door. Swiping your badge, the door unlocks and you pull it open, Chris coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms lacing in front of you.

"Where you taking me?"

"To my cube," you inform quietly, noting that his octave hasn't changed at all despite the hush settled over the office space, "I'll get my purse and we can go get lunch."

"But but buuuut-– I don't want lunch," he inserts, moving to stand beside you, hands in his pockets, "I want to see what you do, meet all your friends, that kind of thing." His brow pops up as his head cants, hand coming to fold over his chest, "unless this place is absolutely boring and you've just overexaggerated your job?"

There's a beat of silence as you smile at him, then his eyes track to your shoes. "Ah! The heels of death!" He looks thrilled, voice echoing off the walls, "I love when you wear them, but aren't they like super unpractical for this massive office?"

Shaking your head, you slip your arm through his and he bends to press a kiss into your hair, whispering, "They make you look amazing, baby."

"Thanks, Chris," you angle your head to brush your nose against his cheek, his hand moving to interlace your fingers casually, "You wanna see my favorite room in this entire building?"

He pulls back, his face twisting into one of scandal. But his brows wag as his smirk grows, and you can nearly tangibly feel the heat pooling in the depths of your gut as he lifts your hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. He looks positively wolfish, even if you had been entirely serious about actually showing him your favorite space on campus. He obviously has other ideas.

"Now that sounds interesting," he winks, slipping the sunglasses off and clipping them at the front of his shirt, "though I think any room will serve my purposes just fine,"

"Knight," you half hiss, half giggle, trying to keep your voice down.

He winks again, beaming with pride. "Y'know what this place is lacking, gorgeous?"

You can only imagine as you lead him around the corner. "What's that?"

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