#coworker crush

[mage-and-the-tantrums]

One Night

On a cold lonely night, thrusting the words out of my heart Because I can't afford another descent into the depths Rummaging through feelings and memories Spending the subsequent days tidying the mess

Let it be one night, celebrating my defeat Mourning our bond, coronating my self-deceit Weep in tears of joy, and laugh until my cheeks bleed Hoping you won't be my last and first thought, into and out of sleep.

I was lamenting the big blue sea in between Praying that my gift brings one of us to the opposite shore I wish I prayed for heaven back then I wish I had prayed a little bit more

It's hard to recount to the kid who uttered that prayer What followed that whisper on a summer night That you spawned before me outside of a metro station Much like you sprouted into my life

Like the most pleasant surprise Like a much needed breeze on a hot day Like a lullaby calming a fright Like the first lights of dawn chasing darkness away

I still remember how serene it was, to walk on the sandy riverbed And feel your shoulder bump against mine The hours of talk and jokes we exchanged And figuring all the little differences between your eyes They weren't green, your eyes, but deep and beautiful Tranquil as a lake, brewing as a storm Blue as my heart, powerless and regretful Blue as this tale, yet tender and warm

I could still feel your embrace, tight and intense Your smell, and the sound of your held breath The burn of your skin on my temples And how I wanted to forever preserve that moment

How then, on the following day, I shuffled across the busy square How I sat down amidst the strangers And how I cried, in plain day, at the thought Of losing someone, without ever having claiming them

How I held my torn bag of gifts so close against my chest And how a kind stranger offered help How the city was hysterically crying when I came And was quietly sobbing as I packed and left A heavy stone behind my rib cage And the old lump struggling against my throat As I inhale the last whiffs of your embrace And exhale in the big blue void

[queer-and-nd-coded]

i was folding some paper tags when he came out of the the office and just stood there, looking at me.

i gave him a small smile, which i think he reciprocated. i don't quite remember because my heart immediately started to beat faster. i had to do something to distract me from it.

so i asked him if he had watched oppenheimer, which he did. he liked it a lot and was dumbfounded when i told him i haven't watched it yet. he gave me a quick spoilerless review of it before having to head back to the office.

the whole day i kept thinking about how he went to me for no reason. i know i shouldn't dwell on these things, that the chances of him even liking me that way are close to zero, but... i just can't help it.

[deepcems]

Taken Twice, Left Alone (Crushing On Two Coworkers Who Are Taken)

Two smiles I pursue amid the shifts and toil,

Colleagues by day, but in my thoughts they spoil.

They represent more, a hidden ache,

A quiet yearning I can’t seem to shake.

Their gazes meet mine, yet they're not the same,

Each one is bound to another name.

They share laughter and chatter, unaware,

Of the feelings I conceal, the silent despair.

I languish in silence, day after day,

As their partners pull them further away.

I’m caught in a web of what-ifs and dreams,

Where only sorrow blooms, or so it seems.

Two affections, both claimed, just out of reach,

Yet here I linger, amidst work, in breach.

I clock in, smile bright, and play my role,

But can’t escape the ache in my soul.

[gremmything]

Arms.

[pilotpup]

I've been in a weird spot lately and rn all I want is to drop down into my puppy headspace and let my coworker do whatever he wants to me, but I know it will just end in my crying for an hour or so and idk if I'm ready for him to see that.

[notapinguin]

I didn't think he'd be like that. The type to leave someone on delivered. I was wrong. I don't understand why but then again at this point it shouldn't concern me. I think that's why it's taken me awhile to let go of him. I hadn't realized that. I thought he was different but he's just like a lot of people. I thought at least we were friends but it turns out we're just coworkers. I imagined that maybe I would invite him and another coworker to do something for my birthday in October, but know I think that is a far away idea. Honestly it hurts a bit. I just hope I can finally let go of this man knowing what he's really like. He's a good person just like everyone else. But maybe not the right person to be close with. I liked him, not just as a crush. As a perso. As well. He was very sweet. Yet, ever since he came back he has been distant and I am tired of stressful feelings toward this situation that is only happening in my head. I imagined us talking like how we talked before he left. It was a nice conversation. It might be the deepest conversation we've ever had. He's told me multiple times that if I leave, I have to let him know. That was before he left. When he came back, he said something like

'Damn you're still here?'

Or

'I can't believe you're still here.'

And it sounded like he wanted me to leave. I don't know how to feel about him. But i don't want to be bothered by what he thinks. It's always so complicated. I cant predict how he feels or thinks about me. I dont know if I'll continue to be delulu or just face the facg that he might not even like me. Not even as a coworker. Just that random dislike people have for others.

So a coworker just wrote in the chat that her schedule was changed. Meaning that his schedule for the week was going to be changed. And my disrespectful-towards-myself-ass was about to check. I even opened the app and everything but closed it before I could check. I'm putting my respect first.

Nvm parece q hicieron el cambio ayer y ya lo habia visto.

Nvm lo chequie y por ahora vamos a trabajar el sabado during the sort of same shift.

But he keeps living rent free in my mind.

I keep saying خلاص خلاص خلاص خلاص

Enough about him. I'll only view him as a normal guy from now on.

It has been tiring. It is time to say 'until next time', not goodbye because I don't like those.

مسالمة

[ph4ntomp0st]

The way he rides a forklift does smth to me why do u have to rock it back and forth whenever i talk i cant be thinking these things when our boss is filling out dispatch orders RIGHT THERE

[geekgirl750]

Hypothetically if a guy you work with matches with you on all the big three dating apps but doesn't message you or respond to your messages and never talks to you at work that totally means he's into you and just intimidated by your aura and not that he was bored and messing with your emotions for fun right?

Right?!

[bookmothic-dyke]

I feel called out. My partner and I first met as coworkers. And I wrote a whole sci-fi enemies/lovers short story where the love interest was based on them…. Accidentally. Before I even realized it was a crush. Coworker crushes and flirting is wild and strange.

my favourite thing about never stop blowing up so far are the silly little workplace crushes, famously the most unhinged crushes to have

[sana5353]

ruikasatober day 24 - nakashira

[slttygeto]

now imagine if you were in a similar situation as nobara, and nanami came to the rescue and it’s the first time that you see him so…enraged. you can barely recognize him, you dont know if it’s hard to breathe because the curse user kept hitting you repeatedly in the stomach or if it’s because nanami looks insanely intimidating.

“nanami—“

“my apologies for taking too long,” he would say before staring at your bloodied and bruised figure and you notice how his eyes switch back to the curse user and they darken. “I got it from here.”

the strength that he uses, the tone in which he speaks to the man who hurt you—you sit back on the floor and watch in awe as nanami barely moves when the man tries to attack him. he ruins his life, sends him flying through multiple buildings before turning back towards you and kneeling in front of you.

“I called ijichi to come pick you up. allow me to carry you there.”

*heaves out a very long sigh* he’s too good.

[femmmie]

[sentient-stove]

"Nightwing watch o-" and then he was gone for a moment, vision blurring as his body dropped to freezing temperatures. It wasn't uncomfortable per se, and Dick had experienced a world of many odd and uncomfortable sensations, none like the tv static currently muffling his mind and thoughts.

He was pretty sure Red Robyn was yelling though. And that his grip on his weapons was loosening, the electricity on his escrima turning off when his thumbs moved off the activators. His body was moving when it shouldn't and Dick really wanted to maybe panic but couldn't, which was less than ideal considering the circumstances.

And then as quick as it happened, he was warm again, someone was coming out of his body via his chest and hands to bring his weapons with them as they came into solidity, black and white coloring shining almost as bright as the venom green of their eyes.

"What the hell?!?"

The newest assailant tossed one of the escrima in the air, it spinning once before they caught it again, smile wider than any human should be able to grin. "You're pretty good, I'll admit that-"

Robyn threw a batarang as interruption, them ducking to avoid it as they stepped to the side with feet barely skimming the ground. Dick reached out to stop the vigilante from throwing the second, and the assailant nodded at him, fangs on full display.

"-but I'm better than both of you!" they crowed out and this time, when they activated the escrima, it was a mix of flickering electricity and crackling ice, their meta ability somehow incorporating itself into the tech.

[chiquilines]

Ochako my relatable academically exhausted queen

[space-bowl]

Happy 7th Birthday to BaTIM! Mickey was surprised and wanted to accommodate one of his employees.

BONUS COMIC:

And then there’s Whitexx, Bendy’s other brother who can’t help but mess with him and the other workers at the Mouse House.

Extra below, feat. Boris!

[sneezysubbyboi]

a mildly germaphobe snzfucker who still wants reap the pleasures of their cold-ridden partner through a careful intimate session~

they both wear masks, and the snzfucker sits up against the bedframe, wrapping themselves up in a cozy blanket-cocoon to minimize contact while touching themselves — all the while their partner takes a quick shot of chhinkni and lets all hell break loose within the confines of their mask, and a good distance at the foot of the bed.

The snzfucker never taking their eyes off their continuously sneezing partner, who in contrast has eyes fully closed – and closed tightly –riding out their throat-scraping fit. Never has simply the sight of clenched eyes looked so hot, with whatever’s left to view of their face scrunching and reddening in spite of the mask.

and right before the snzfucker finishes, their partner hazily reveals the results of their sickly explosion — the bubbly, stringy contents of their mask sending them just over the edge ✨

aftercare includes spraying the room with antibacterials, a throat lozenge for the sickie, and perhaps taking a pic of the messy mask for future self-care when the sickie is too ill for a session 🤭