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NSFW Headcanons~ Tim LaFlour
(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)
- Something tells me that Tim was a late bloomer both sexually and aesthetically. I donât know how else to say it but I think you know what I mean: he was a dorky and slightly gangly looking teenager who only really got âhotâ towards the end of high school; which directly coincided with his lack of sexual experience.Â
- Nevertheless, by the time youâd met him, heâd already made up for this late start with a bunch of odd and experienced/experimental girlfriends so in the grand scheme of things, heâs got a low âbody countâ and a surprisingly in depth knowledge of the world of kinks: which means youâve kind of won the lottery.Â
- The only thing thatâs a downside of being in the bedroom with him is his occasional attempts at abstinence or similar paths to enlightenment. But even that isnât really a problem. Heâs pretty prone to accepting loopholes when it comes to sex because he feels bad about ânot providing for youâ and because; technically, heâs not receiving pleasure by going down on you; which is a complete and total lie but okay.Â
- You donât even give him much grief: you probably just sigh and look slightly disappointed and he caves like you just spent an hour begging him to take you to bed. Which he subsequently does and boy is it nice.Â
- But, since weâre on the topic of oral, letâs talk about blowjobs. Heâs a fan of them like most other men but heâs more likely to turn them down in favor of going down on you because of the whole âdepriving himself of pleasureâ thing.Â
- That being said: when he isnât trying to torture himself, heâs a nasty little fiend and thatâs sort of just a fact. To him, thereâs nothing better than some good old fashioned lewdness and depraved debauchery; sloppiness lovingly included.Â
- Sometimes, heâll be too riled up and desperate to spend a lot of time on foreplay but more often than not, heâll enjoy it quite a bit and consider it a very necessary part of sex; even just for himself. Just know that on occasion, he wonât be able to stop himself from ravaging you in a school bathroom because he spread himself too thin on his path to enlightenment.Â
- Tim is flexible when it comes to his role in the bedroom. He tends to be a soft dom but heâs also a bit of a masochistic submissive so as long as youâre not expecting him to be a hardcore bdsm brat tamer, youâll wind up with your perfect sexual partner.Â
- Everchanging speeds and varying levels of roughness. Tim doesnât have a preferred or tried and true method of thrusting into you so you pretty much just play roulette whenever you go into the bedroom with him.Â
- Experimentation. Heâs the type of person whoâs willing to try just about anything once but he does find it difficult to hurt you; even if you outright ask him to: which is kind of funny considering how much he enjoys a little pain with his pleasure.Â
- Prone bone, missionary, against a wall, in the shower, doggystyle, etc: heâs happy to try any position you can think of; sometimes multiple in a single night.Â
- He can and will just pick you up and rearrange your guts without breaking a sweat and it never fails to both surprise and impress you. Youâll be making out against a wall or one of you will be on your knees and surprise! Heâs got you off your feet in a matter of seconds: making you feel like youâre on cloud nine and entirely weightless.Â
- After one of his bouts of celibacy, the two of you christened every room in your apartment and a majority of the flat surfaces in his hockey teams locker room and you still feel kind of flustered every time he brings you into the room because of how many memories you get while standing there.Â
- Speaking of: he is absolutely none the wiser to how often you fantasize about him. Heâs ridiculously attractive and makes everything look good and you canât help but remember all of the ways he makes you feel good; even when heâs just acting adorably sweet. Heâll come to sit with you after hockey practice, panting and sweating and just gushing about how fun it was or saying how tired he is but all you can think about is how the sounds heâs making remind you of the ones he makes in your ear as he-
- His roommate definitely heard the two of you having sex before; though you probably try to smash when heâs gone or occasionally rent a motel or something. That being said: Tim probably just pats him on the back and casually tells him that he might want to head out for a while âdogâ before heading into the bedroom himself.
- Honestly, you guys probably casually look at different porn together like itâs a normal thing to watch on a random Wednesday night. You never have to worry about whether or not heâll walk into the room; or vice versa, because the most heâll do is question what you put on and watch over your shoulder for a couple minutes before carrying on; unless youâre asking for âhelpâ or something.
- Heâs definitely bought one of those Kama Sutra-esque books or searched around online in order to find out what position is best for the girl during sex; or something of the sort. He has a binder full of research that revolves around making sure you enjoy yourself in different types of situations: like days where youâre on your period or if you have specific need that need to be met.
- You honestly never have to feel insecure about anything. Heâs the sweetest guy ever and makes you feel completely comfortable regardless of your level of experience or your opinion of yourself. Just confide in him and heâll either reassure you or avoid whatever makes you uncomfortable without a second thought: and trust that heâll be checking in with you anytime he senses that youâre not into something any more.
- Giggly sex. Tim is not a serious person and sometimes that translates in the bedroom.
- He absolutely loves when you kiss his neck; it never fails to get him going. Just be careful of when you do it because heâll either jump your bones or, if heâs already on top of you, get too distracted from what heâs doing and wind up accidentally edging you.Â
- Heâs a boob guy and thatâs just a fact. He loves every kind but he has a particular affinity for ones with piercings so congratulations if you have them.
- Your naked figure definitely turns him on but he also just finds himself innocently admiring you. Heâs more likely to catch you getting changed and just feel lucky that he got to see you in the nude rather than popping a boner for thirty minutes after the fact. Itâs kind of sweet actually.
- He has an infatuation with seeing you in leather and other more alternative types of lingerie so if you really want to get him going, surprise him with that.
- Tim is probably at least somewhat into the whole dominatrix thing so keep that in mind when youâre with him. He said it himself: without pain and deprivation, one can never experience true pleasure.
- Pull his hair, scrape your nails down his back, bite him a little; what have you. You probably did it the first time without thinking and immediately thought to yourself âoh shit, oh shit, what the fuck did I just doâ but he responded with a broken moan and you were suddenly not so nervous any more. Heâs constantly leaving the bedroom with bruises and a smile on his face.
- Dripping candle wax on him. I told you he was depraved.
- Bondage. He likes having your hands on him too much to tie you up but youâre more than welcome to tie him. And given how good he looks when heâs attached to your bed frame, youâre probably gonna wanna take him up on that offer.Â
- Threesomes. Tim's the type of guy to happily bring another dude into the bedroom but donât expect him to just sit back and watch. If youâre having a guest, heâll want one that he can experiment with as well so try to plan accordingly.Â
- Heâs probably into pegging and thatâs all Iâll say about that.
- He has a big dick; I know this for a fact, and his big dick is pierced so do with that information what you will.Â
- Heâs impartial to how he finishes so itâs really just up to you to decide.Â
- Timâs great at after care but heâs also the type of person who needs it himself. Donât be surprised if heâs the one who requests to cuddle or shower together, or whatever else a person could need/want. Â
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he loves me (lyzel in e flat) â tim laflour
tim x fem!reader, reader is referred to as a girl, general discussion of tim sex wise, missionary, dirty talk, praise-ish, he says he loves you uh that's it, itâs a lot of elaboration abt how much he loves sex with you LMAO, title from this song (i love you jill scott <3)
tim likes sex, to get that out of the way. on the outside and to people who donât know him, heâs a little dumb, a little odd and he seems like heâd fumble around these types of things, but he does not.
tim likes sex with you, way more than he should.
he likes digging in your guts, bumping your body up the bed every time his hips kiss the back of your legs, sticky and slippery from the mix of fluids flowing from you two.
with deep purrs pushed hard from his chest, the sounds of a man whoâs in love with what heâs doing, he splits you open so good, ripping pathetic, guttural cries out of you, whiny moans that make fucking you so alluring. your arms clasp tight around his neck and youâre trying to ground yourself, and itâs always in vain, fingers gripping your own arms so tight the skin caves.
âbelong here, baby, belong inside you, so so deep in you, go crazy when i donât get to feel you,â he coos, almost singing it, his naturally ditzy tone laying an innocently genuine feel over his obsessed words. it's ridiculously pathetic, his admission of devotion to your cunt, to the clenches and drooling and soaking that your pussy delivers to him. velvety and gripping, he's a fool for it.
heâs telling the truth though, and you know it. youâve seen what happens to him when he goes too long without bullying your pussy, fucking you like he hates you, like you owe him something. he gets all aggy, eyes all glossy and spaced out and heâs ticked off by the smallest things.
he needs to get his dick wet, needs you to get it wet, to let him fuck your body into the mattress and listen to your moans that have turned into pathetic little cries, spewing from your mouth with every jerk of his hips against you. hot skin hitting against yours, unforgiving thrusts sending shockwaves through your whole body, it's by pure luck that you and tim met, that you get to be pounded into his bed every time he gets the chance.
your pussy sings to him with every move he makes, honeyed melodies ringing out through the room, and itâs idyllic, perfect and so far from beautiful yet right there.
he fucks you like both need it, hard and messy like he loves what heâs doing to you.
he does love what heâs doing to you.
turning his head to the side so he knows you can hear him even over your enraptured keens, he lets his mouth loose againâ "i love you, y'know, love you and your pussy so much, 's my favorite thing in the whole world, always so wet and tight and ready for me, always excited that i get to fuck you." he's elated, sure in the fact that you belong to him, that you are his to stretch and pound and fuck.
his lip ring is cold against your face and it doesnât do much to help; it makes it worse, makes you really compute again that youâre being fucked dumb by a pretty punk whoâs obsessed with fucking you.
it all sends another wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you're grasping tighter over his back, hands raking down the muscle. you almost growl, so keyed up and overwhelmed with feeling, good fucking feeling, rocking up the bed with every roll of his hips. tim's love for sex has opened you up, allowed you to partake in it at your most vulnerable level, unashamed and liberated in your euphoria.
he likes the way you take his dick, how you spread your legs and make space for him between them, how you let him fuck you to his heart's content, let him express his need inside you.
his big blues have drifted to something much darker, blue-black windows looking down at one of the best parts of it all, to where ropes of your cream span from your slick lips to his wild hair.
he huffs out a laugh, breathing "yeah, look at that,â dark eyes hazy and gleaming.
he knows you're being fucked too good to even give a fuck about what it looks like, but he's a talker, and heâs having so much fun, and the sight is just so fucking disgusting that he has to say something; something else that feels like a reward, like a deity has blessed him with it, the gift of sex that he so confidently uses, whenever he wants.
tim loves fucking you, loves dwarfing your body with his intimidating size, loves the sounds you make, loves the sounds your bodies make as they meet again and again, as he nestles his cock right where you both know it belongs.
devoted is what he is, a regular fiend, only made worse by the way you fit so tight around him. every push into you is so good to him, brain taken over by how it feels to be deep inside your welcoming pussy.
every little jerk and jump, every melodic whine, every word your slur into his neck, itâs everything to him.
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Could you write a Tim Leflour story? Where he pledges to no sex, drugs, or alcohol and his girlfriend, the reader, is upset about the whole no sex thing so she gets on his nerves about little things like brushing his thigh during class, talking about hot guys in her class with some of her friends, and purposely wearing skimpy clothes to tick him off. He gets mad and breaks the no drugs rule by smoking a joint and the reader gets a call from Tim telling her to come to his dorm. Obviously, â¨jealousy smutâ¨.
Trying to write him less subby was a challenge for me!
Tim Laflour x Reader
Tim is nothing if not a little flighty when it comes to his interests. You want nothing more than to support Tim in whatever venture he dives headfirst into, and you do for the most part. Encouraging his better ideas, trying to steer him away from the not so good ones.
This one was the worst one, this pledge. But you supported him anyway, because if thereâs one thing you know about Tim, itâs that he gets distracted easily. So you were certain heâd forget about it sooner rather than later.
But of course, much to your chagrin, this was the thing he followed through on. Itâs been weeks, and youâre getting desperate. Youâve been trying to support him, but your own hand is just not enough anymore.
So you hatched a plan. You tried to be subtle, just little things here and there to rile him up, but this week has been hell, getting you even hornier while he seems unaffected.
On Monday, you went over to his place to watch a movie, cuddling up to him, sneaking your hand under his shirt to feel his muscles tense, throwing your leg over his hip as you laid next to him. Nothing.
The next day as you relaxed on campus with your friends, they discussed which guys they thought were hot lately. You lean against Tim on the grassy hill, listening to them bicker. Usually you didnât have any input other than to tell one of them that they needed to have better standards, but not this time.
âWhat about Mikey?â You suggest, feeling Tim tense behind you. Mikey was one of his buddies on the hockey team. Heâs alright looking, but you only suggest him because you know picking one of Timâs teammates will drive him up the wall.
âOh youâre right, heâs so hot!â One of your friends squeals and you laugh. You feel Tim huff quietly behind you and you crane your neck to look up at him.
âYou okay?â You ask innocently.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â he smiles and you want to groan. No dice there either.
Wednesday you keep it simple. Today you and Tim have a lecture together, and you steer him towards the back of the hall once you get there. You spend most of the class with your hand innocently draped over his thigh, every once in a while moving high up his thigh to give a little squeeze. About half an hour into the lecture, you âaccidentallyâ drop your pencil.
âWhoops,â you mutter, leaning down to pick it up. You brace yourself against Timâs thigh, nearly at his hip. He tenses as you search the floor, your breasts pressed against his leg as you lean down.
âGot it!â You whisper as you lean back up, your hand âslippingâ towards his inner thigh as you do. You give his leg a little squeeze and smile up at him before going back to taking notes. You can see him squirming in your periphery, but he still makes no moves when class ends.
By Thursday you want to scream in frustration. Youâre going to hang out with him until he has to go to hockey practice, and youâve decided that if you canât make him give in, youâre at least going to get him as frustrated as you are. You pick a shirt that you know makes your boobs look good, and a little skater skirt to go with it.
âHi,â you smile innocently when he opens the door for you.
âI- uh, hi,â he stutters as you come inside.
âDinner? I brought some stuff for an easy meal before you go to practice,â you hold up the two grocery bags that he hadnât noticed. Ever the gentleman, he takes them from you immediately, setting them on the counter for you. You bend over at the waist and rustle through the cabinet of pots and pans to grab the ones you want. You know he can see right up your skirt, getting the full view of your ass and the little lacy panties youâd chosen, so you take your time. When you re-emerge with them, Tim is standing motionless behind you, eyes wide.
âCan you fill this up with water?â You smile, handing him the larger pot. He nods wordlessly, moving to the sink in a trance.
You work in some more bending over as you cook, letting him get some good glimpses down your shirt as well.
You eat dinner like normal, throwing a random channel on the TV until itâs time for him to go. You use his thigh to push yourself off the couch, giving it a squeeze as you stand up. He gathers up his gear and walks with you downstairs.
You pull him into a kiss before you part ways, slipping him just enough tongue to make him look dazed when you pull away.
âHave a good time at practice,â you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you head home.
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Unbeknownst to you, Tim had been flustered and frustrated all week. Heâs had to take a cold shower everyday heâs seen you, and heâs not sure how much more their water bill can take. Heâs at practice now, and itâs not going well either. Heâs extra frustrated now and heâs taking it out on his teammates. After the second time he slams someone into the boards, coach screams at him to get off the ice. He flips his gloves off as soon as he exits the ice, yanking his helmet off after. Everything feels too hot and too tight on his oversensitive skin. He quickly unlaces his skates, stomping back to the locker room and chucks his gear back into his bag, hauling it over his shoulder.
Once he gets home he canât stand it anymore, he has to relax. Digging around in his nightstand, he finally finds what heâs looking for. Victoriously, he pulls out his last joint and a lighter from the depths of the drawer. He settles in the chair in the living room before lighting up. He takes a couple drags, savoring the feeling of calm that washes over him in the next few minutes. Itâs not long before he feels heat settling in his groin, his skin feeling extra sensitive against his clothes. He catches sight of the X on the back of his hand and scoffs. He goes over to the sink, vigorously scrubbing the marker off his hand. Once most of it is gone, he makes his decision to call you. He jogs over to the phone, quickly punching in your number.
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His voice was raspy when you picked up the phone. All heâd said was âcome overâ and you were already out of your seat.
You make it over in record time, practically running up the stairs. When you open the door heâs in the living room chair, head tipped back against the wall with his eyes closed. The smell tips you off as to what heâs been up to.
âTim?â You call and his head pops up. He smiles languidly at you, motioning you over.
âMissed you,â he makes grabby hands as he says it, making you laugh.
âWhat happened?â You ask, gesturing towards his hand thatâs now devoid of the X. He doesnât answer, opting instead to pull you into his lap. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands finding their way under the hem of your top to touch your flushed skin. You pick up the joint, holding it to his lips. He takes a drag before you put it back down in the ashtray and pull him towards you by his chin, inhaling as he blows the smoke into your mouth.
You feel fuzzy already, the intimacy only adding to the feeling. You take another drag directly from the joint, wiggling as close as you can get to Tim in the little arm chair.
He takes the joint from you, putting it back down before pulling you into a kiss. You melt into it immediately, as youâve only gotten quick pecks for the past month. When he starts to push you away, you canât hold back the whine you let out.
âJust wanna move to the bed,â he tells you, and youâre suddenly hopping off his lap, making him laugh.
You usher him into the bedroom and when you turn around after closing the door heâs pressing you into the solid wood, his hands above your head caging you in. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you hungrily. He presses a kiss to your lips before trailing down your jaw to nose at your neck.
âYouâve been teasing me all week,â he murmurs into your skin making you shiver.
âI-â you start to protest but he shushes you.
âI think,â he starts, his fingers finding their way into your hair leaving his thumb to slide along your jaw, âIâm gonna repay the favour.â
âW-what do you mean?â You shudder as he presses kisses down your chest. Youâre still wearing your skimpy outfit from earlier, leaving him plenty of skin to touch. His knee slots between your thighs, pressing up until youâre practically seated on his leg. You let out a whimper at the contact, the thin lace and his basketball shorts are all that separates you. He smirks as you try and rub against him, groaning when you realize his shorts are too slippery. You whine as you realize they donât provide any friction when you slide against his leg.
âTim, please,â you whimper, mouth going dry as his hands slide up into your shirt, pushing the fabric up as he goes. Once heâs pulled your shirt over your head, he quickly unclips your bra and drops that onto the pile of clothes too. His hands slide up your back, pressing you towards him as his lips close around one of your nipples. He swirls his tongue before sucking, and you find yourself sighing happily, your fingers threading into his hair. He gives the other the same treatment and when you think heâs going to move on, he just moves back to your other nipple again. He continues this pattern until youâre practically begging for more, writhing against him. The press of his leg between your thighs does almost nothing as you buck against the smooth fabric of his shorts fruitlessly. Youâre sure youâve soaked through your panties by now.
âYou think I could make you come just from this?â He wonders briefly before taking your nipple back between his lips. Itâs never happened before but you think he probably can, you can feel your pulse between your legs as you whine pathetically, fingers still curled in his hair. As much as you want him to move on, it feels so good you canât bring yourself to pull him away. Your nipples are spit slick and red from the amount of time heâs spent against them and heâs showing no signs of stopping. His fingers pinch and pull at one as he suddenly sucks hard on the other.
âTim!â You gasp, stiffening against him for a moment before your muscles go slack.
âOh my god,â you breathe, letting out an incredulous laugh when he beams up at you.
âI didnât know I could even do that,â you mumble, still shocked by the small orgasm, before pulling him up to kiss you again. He maneuvers you to his bed, letting you fall into the sheets gently before crawling on top of you. You spread your legs for him to slot his hips in, groaning when you feel how hard he is.
âFuck me, please,â you whine and he laughs.
âThatâs in inviting offer, eh?â He smirks, âbut Iâm not done yet.â
He sits up on his knees to work your skirt off your hips, tossing it to the side. He smoothes his hands across your skin, down your sides, squeezes your hips.
âSo pretty,â he mumbles into your stomach, kissing a wet line down to your hipbone before sucking a mark there. He kisses across your skin along the band of your panties before sliding them down your legs.
âLook at you, soaked right through these, huh?â He looks proud and you blush.
âGet on with it,â you laugh, knocking your foot into his shoulder. The contrast of him being fully dressed while youâre bare is making you squirm even more than usual.
âI told you, Iâm taking my time,â he reminds you, catching your foot. You groan as he presses a gentle kiss to your ankle before continuing up the inside of your leg. Just when you think heâs going to press kisses down the line of your other leg, he sucks your clit into his mouth and you nearly double over.
âFuck, Tim!â you moan as he eats you out. He groans against you when he tastes your wetness, your hands finding their way to his hair at the sensation. Youâre so wound up from earlier that you canât help the way your fingers tighten in his hair. He moans at the feeling, pushing you almost to the edge. Youâre just about to come when he pulls back, looking up at you mischievously. You groan, but he doesnât leave you hanging for long. His fingers find your clit and your eyes roll back.
âCould Mikey make you feel like this?â He almost growls, fingers rubbing against you.
âW-what?â You try to claw your way out of the fog of arousal youâre in to figure out what he means. You finally remember, just as he presses his fingers into you, nearly making you forget again.
âI was just trying to rile you up,â youâre quick to tell him, âI donât care about Mike, I just wanted you.â
His fingers curl inside you and it feels like forgiveness until he pulls away from you again. You let out a sob before he shushes you as he sits up.
âIâm just getting a condom,â he reassures you, reaching to rifle through the bedside drawer.
âGet naked,â you grumble, trying your best to yank off his shirt from under him. He snorts, throwing it off to the side and quickly shucking off the rest of his clothes before crawling back between your legs. You hold up the shiny wrapper you retrieved when he was busy like a prize, making him laugh. He moves to take it from you, ready to open it but you distract him, fingers trailing along his stomach. His breath hitches, muscles tightening as you reach the little trail of hair under his bellybutton.
âFuck, I missed seeing you naked,â you groan, looking up at him through your eyelashes. As he looks into your eyes, you get to watch his face contort in surprised pleasure when you take his cock in hand and stroke. You know you have the upper hand, his dominant act crumbing apart now that youâre finally touching him.
You carefully rip the condom wrapper open with your teeth as his hands find your hips, sliding reverently up your soft skin to thumb at your nipples as you roll it onto his length. Once itâs on he pushes forward to rub his tip against your clit, making you gasp when his jewelry catches on it. You shift your hips against him, desperate to get him inside you, but he continues his teasing, rubbing against you until you canât stand it anymore. Heâs not expecting it, so he goes down easy when you push him onto his back next to you and straddle him. He whimpers as you sink down on him, the stretch making you groan happily. You start moving slowly, savoring the feeling of him being inside you again.
âFeels so good,â you moan as he hits a particularly deep spot. You start riding him in earnest when you canât stand the slow pace any longer, his hands digging in to your waist as you bounce.
âSo fucking pretty, baby,â Tim moans, staring up at you with rapt attention. He lets out a breathy moan when your hands move from where they were braced against his chest to play with his nipples. His fingers dig into your hips as he starts thrusting up into you, matching your pace. Itâs been long enough since youâd gotten any action with Tim, much less been on top, and while your orgasm is approaching quickly, your thighs are giving out even quicker. You whimper as you try desperately to keep going, but Tim can tell your losing steam. He flips the both of you over easily, sliding back inside you right away. Your view from under him is perfect, his arms bulging as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth again. Theyâre overly sensitive and the zing of pleasure goes straight down to your clit as he sucks. Youâre gagging for it, so agonizingly close to coming but you canât quite get there.
âTim, please,â you whine, too far gone for anything more coherent as he fucks you into the mattress. He knows what you need though, reaching down to swirl circles against your clit.
âCâmon honey, you can do it, wanna feel you come,â he begs against your breast before suctioning his lips around your other nipple. It only takes a few more thrusts until you arch into him as you finally fall over the edge, pulsing around him as you come. He follows after you, hips stuttering into yours as he fills the condom. Youâre both breathing heavy when he snuggles down on top of you, nuzzling into your neck happily.
âMissed this,â you smile, pressing kisses to wherever you can reach.
âMe too,â you can feel his smile against your skin. He moves to get up but you whine, holding him close to you.
âStay inside, just a little longer,â you plead as he looks down at you fondly.
âOkay, but if we stay like this too long I might get hard again,â he admits sheepishly, settling back down against you.
âGood,â you smile, already dreaming about a sleepy round two.
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To all the matthew lillard fan girls (and fan boys) , he has a reddit account and he actually posts in it, his last post was 28 days ago and he mostly comments on fnaf posts about springtrap /william afton or comments on random stuff
Here's it
(this man is so fun lol)
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summary: you & sevika work in an office, and developing a silly schoolgirl crush is the last thing you expected to happen at this point in your career...
word count: i stopped counting 3/4 of the way through once I reached 16k so this is pretty hefty!
content: pinning (of course), fluff, gay disaster, the tiniest sliver of smut
thanks for reading!
Kinda in my feelings about what it would be like to work in the same office as Sevika...
â°â¤ I feel like you see her in passing a lot, since her office is only a few doors down from yours.
â°â¤ The both of you often strike up casual conversations in the break room, filling the silence while awkwardly waiting for your food to heat up in the microwave.
â°â¤ You always notice when she walks into the same room as you because she's constantly dressed to the ninesâslacks hugging her thick thighs just right; form fitting and sleek. They shape the curved muscles of her calves as if the manufacturers make the material just for her.
â°â¤ You also notice that she has a knack for neutral colors, especially with her dress shirts. She likes the top buttons to be undone, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and collar perfectly crisp. The air that swarms her is usually woodsy with a hint of spice.
â°â¤ She's magical.
â°â¤ And because of that, you aren't surprised at the buzz about her in the workplace. She's one of the new hires so it's natural for her to stir up curiosity. But beyond that, there's no doubt that she's quite the enigma. You've even heard a few colleagues gossip about how much they want her.
â°â¤ The first time you interact with her is when you're waiting for the microwave to finish warming up your lasagna.
â°â¤ Her dress shoes click softly against the tile floor as she enters the break room, causing you to glance over your shoulder. Your eyes widen when her gaze flickers from the microwave to you.
â°â¤ "Hi," You mumble pathetically. Your stomach churns and your toes curl and all of a sudden, it's like you're a shy prepubescent person all over again.
â°â¤ She smells good.
â°â¤ "Hey," Her voice is deep and warm. It rings straight through you before settling at the pit of your stomach.
â°â¤ "Uh," You swallow, shifting your weight. "I'm almost done. Then you can use it."
â°â¤ She doesn't say anything else.
â°â¤ Her lack of silence sparks a wave of nerves. Next thing you know, you're gesturing towards the microwave wordlessly.
â°â¤ She follows the motion, eyebrows quirking up with interest.
â°â¤ "I'm having lasagna for lunch," You announce. "This is my third time having to warm it up. I forgot how stubborn pasta can be in a microwave." Then you're patting the top of the rectangular miniature oven.
â°â¤ You almost allow yourself to think that her expression has morphed into amusement. But before you get carried away with your thoughts, a loud ding! sounds.
â°â¤ Quickly, you open the microwave door, carefully reaching for your steaming tupperware container so that you don't burn yourself.
â°â¤ "Well, it's all yours!" You don't have the courage to meet her gaze anymore, finding more interest in the carpet as you leave the room and make a beeline straight to your office.
â°â¤ Interactions after that are somewhat similar. Sometimes, she asks, "How've you been?" If the wait to use the microwave is longer than usual.
â°â¤ The conversations are more surface level than anythingâa routine song and dance to fill up silence for the sake of politeness.
â°â¤ They're strings of, "The weathers been nice lately" and, "What are you eating today?" and, "How's the workload been for you?"
â°â¤ Then you both are scurrying off to your own little sanctuaries, not planning to see each other until the next business day.
â°â¤ There's another time when you're late to going on break. You usually like to be one of the first ones to clock out and heat up your food. There's only one working microwave because your boss is too cheap to replace the second one (that has been broken for several months now), which causes a long line to form for those wanting to warm up their home lunches.
â°â¤ Unfortunately, today is the day where you have to join the majority and step in line. Due to a phone call that lasted longer than you expected, you don't end up going to lunch until 15 minutes later than you usually do.
â°â¤ You're softly rocking on your heels when Sevika comes into view. She rounds the corner of the office, stalking towards the line with taut muscles and a grinding jaw. An air of annoyance lingers around her, eyes unfocused and seemingly far away, handsâ
â°â¤ "Are you gonna step forward?" Shane, a co-coworker, asks. He appears disgruntled, pointing at the gap of space in front of you.
â°â¤ That seems to gain Sevika's attention. She peers at Shane shortly before dragging her piercing stare towards you.
â°â¤ Shane huffs at your silence.
â°â¤ "Oh, right!" You breathe, breaking away from Sevika's regard. "Uh, sorry."
â°â¤ Taking a few steps forward, you close the distance, doing your best to ignore Shane's rant about "dillydallying workers."
â°â¤ A few moments pass before that familiar image of Sevika's grey eyes resurface in your brain. Glancing back towards her, you find her scuffing the heel of her dress boots against the carpet, attention set on no particular thing. She jumps between the carpet, to the gossiping co-workers nearby, to the flickering ceiling lights.
â°â¤ Just when you're about to turn back around, she glances towards you. Your gut pulls, ears rushing with adrenaline and veins buzzing.
â°â¤ Then, she mouths, "Hi," and you almost combust right then. Gone is the frustrated expression that was adorning her features moments before. Instead, a ghost of a smile plays on her lips.
â°â¤ You blink a few times; stunned.
â°â¤ You think you wave back at her, but you can't seem to be entirely in touch with whatever your body is doing.
â°â¤ "Um, hey." You reply, clearing your throat.
â°â¤ It's loud enough for her to hear. But it also may have been too loud. A few other people surrounding you look over in confusion.
â°â¤ "Were you talking to me?" Brian, a colleague who's standing right in front of Sevika, asks.
â°â¤ You bite the inside of your cheek. "Ohâuh, no. Sorry."
â°â¤ Brian looks around, not so subtly, probably trying to find out who the hell your greeting was directed to.
â°â¤ Sevika laughs at the interaction. It's the kind of laugh where she presses her lips together, shoulders shaking and eyes dancing with humor. She's trying to be politeâtrying to contain her laughterâbut she's not doing a very good job.
â°â¤ The sight causes you to shuffle your feet in embarrassment, blowing a raspberry.
â°â¤ "Look, I've only got twenty minutes of my lunch break left so if you aren't gonna pay attention..." Shane admonishes, voice thin. He's gesturing to the growing gap in front of you again, clearly fed up with your lack of wherewithal.
â°â¤ You bite the inside of your cheek, choosing to ignore the way that Sevika seems to be laughing harder now. Fighting off a giggle of your own becomes difficult.
â°â¤ "Okay." You reply. Then you face forward, catching up with the rest of the line. "Sorry."
â°â¤ The next time you see Sevika, it's when you run into her before a staff meeting.
â°â¤ Literally.
â°â¤ You aren't paying attention, too busy with shuffling through your purse for a granola bar, eyes downcast and head hung low, when you walk straight into her.
â°â¤ Her body is firm, your forehead knocking against the rounded muscle of her shoulder. Your breath catches, eyes widening as you try to glance up, struggling to regain your bearings.
â°â¤ Strong hands grab onto your upper arms. The feeling of thumbs pressing into your skin jolts you awake from the daze you've been experiencing all day. And like a moth drawn to a flame, you feel yourself hovering closerâdrunk off of the delicious air that surrounds you.
â°â¤ Sevika's air.
â°â¤ "Oh," You huff, blinking up at her with wide eyes. In the back of your brain, you register the feeling of her large hands encircling your biceps. It's a feeling you welcome. But it becomes faint when you realize the reality of the situation. "I'm so sorry," You spit out, remorse crashing into you. "FuckâI mean...frick." A startled laugh escapes you. "Frick because fuck is totally not work appropriate...obviously."
â°â¤ You swallow thickly. Your legs tremble, an undeniable pressure sprouting in your gut under the feeling of Sevika's pressing gaze. Her stormy grey eyes examine you with interest. It leaves your mind clouded over with impure thoughtsâunprofessional thoughts.
â°â¤ "I wasn't looking." You add.
â°â¤ "Clearly." Sevika's sporting a shit eating grin. Her hands squeeze your biceps. "You good?"
â°â¤ "I'm good. Justâ" You clear your throat. "Well, I was actually looking for a granola bar. I forgot to take a lunch break because I'm drowning in paperwork. And then Cam announced the meeting at the last minute so I thought I could get a quick bite on the way. Except I'm pretty sure I've somehow lost my granola bar which is just my luck. And-"
â°â¤ Sevika's eyebrows are raised so high that they almost meet her hairline. "I see," She mutters, sounding impassive.
â°â¤ Fuck.
â°â¤ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
â°â¤ Maybe you're talking a bit too muchâa habit you've been trying to break latelyâbut it's only because Sevika makes you nervous.
â°â¤ It goes beyond her demeanor that screams, "I don't like people so respectfully, leave me the fuck alone."
â°â¤ Sevika is your work crush. She's gorgeous and good at meeting the weekly stats, and smells good.
â°â¤ Despite the office rumors of her unapproachability and death glares, she's not entirely awful in your presence. She's pretty cordial with you in fact. Which means, she doesn't dislike you as much as she probably does the others.
â°â¤ After all, she always lets you use the microwave before her. And she doesn't make you feel completely useless when you tell her a cringey joke, or make an embarrassing attempt to strike up conversation.
â°â¤ But now, you've opened your mouth.
â°â¤ You've opened your fucking mouth and have probably turned her off before she could even get a chance to truly know you.
â°â¤ You've fumbled.
â°â¤ The realization embarrasses you.
â°â¤ "Yeah," You respond. The both of you fall silent and you imagine a static screen being displayed on a person's TV somewhere in the world. That's the perfect personification of this moment, you think.
â°â¤ Sevika hums, letting her hands fall back to her sides. Then she's stepping back, slightly faltering and looking down at the space between you both. You follow her gaze, eyes widening at the sight of fingers gripping the hem of her shirt. Your fingers.
â°â¤ "Oh! Sorry," You repeat. You tug your hands away, breath catching in your throat. "This isâ" Your lips pinch together.
â°â¤ God, this is embarrassing.
â°â¤ Clearly scandalized, you tread a few paces backward.
â°â¤ "Um, actually, I should go pee! I haven't had a chance yet, w-with the workflow and all. Especially now that the staff meeting starts soon," Your thumb juts in a general direction of the restroom behind you. "Gotta hate those bladder infections, am I right?" Pathetically, you force out a laugh.
â°â¤ Humor trickles onto Sevika's features. Her lip twitches. "Right..."
â°â¤ "Not that I have a bladder infection right now! I'm preventing one by going to the bathroom. My bladder is perfectly fine." One of the straps of your purse falls off your shoulder. You readjust it. "...Not that you care, or like, anything."
â°â¤ A pause bleeds into the atmosphere. Slight chatter travels from a few offices down. People emerge from their desk, hastily making their way to the conference room behind Sevika. You struggle to ignore the sound of tapping keyboards and squeaking chairs. The lull is excruciating.
â°â¤ "Okay, wellâ" You force a cough. "I'll go now. Catch you later, Sevika." You almost allow yourself to believe that her eyes widen when you say her name.
â°â¤ But then you're turning on your heels and scurrying away, discarding the ridiculous notion.
â°â¤ It's the next day when you run into her again. There you are, standing in front of the microwave, when you hear chuckling. It's easy for you to know it's hers. You find yourself savoring the sound every time it leaves her lips.
â°â¤ A smile stretches across your face, and you peer over your shoulder, eyes landing on her for the first time that day. Sevika's wearing a white long-sleeve undershirt, partially covered with a black sweater vest and beige slacks. She has her hair styled in a half-up, half down. She's fiddling with a gold plated watch on her wrist, expression smug and eyes regarding the person beside her.
â°â¤ The microwave beeps; a sign that it's time for you to retrieve your lunch and head back to your office. But your eyes can't help but linger on the stranger beside Sevika.
â°â¤ Well, they're not really a stranger. Their name is Kai. You don't know Kai personally. You just know of them. They work in the warehouse, so you only see them during the times that all departments are required to attend the staff meetings.
â°â¤ Occasionally, you may see Kai if they visit one of their friends that work on the same floor as you. They have chestnut brown eyes and a badass sleeve that covers their entire right arm. But besides that, theyâre a complete stranger.
â°â¤ "Smells good," Kai announces, turning to you. There's a glint in their eyes as they gaze at you, and that makes you feel exposed for some reason. You can't understand why or even how.
â°â¤ Then, your attention diverts to the way that Kaiâs fingers dance along the cuff of Sevika's sleeve. They trail up the material, alongside Sevika's forearm, before pulling away. It's the smallest gestureâsomething a general onlooker wouldn't notice without staring incredibly hardâbut you noticed. You wish you hadn't.
â°â¤ "Thanks," You mumble.
â°â¤ You turn around, swallow, blink, and open the microwave door. You ignore the burning of the tupperware container against your skin, trying to shut out the pounding of your heart.
â°â¤ "Hey," Sevika greets, the quietest she ever has.
â°â¤ It's harder for you to meet her eyes in that moment. You're distracted by Kaiâs swaying, and how it's perfectly on beat with the music that echoes through the office speakers; how theyâre majestically relaxed in a way that you never can be.
â°â¤ You don't understand why such strong feelings surge through you; feelings of envy and doom and a hint of jealousy. It doesn't make sense. It isn't logical. But it's there. It's annoyingly there.
â°â¤ "You're the one who just got promoted to be Cam's assistant, right?" Kai asks. You stop in your tracks, halfway between the microwave and them. A wave of shock washes over you. You never thought they ever noticed you.
â°â¤ "Um, yeah. It's not really a promotion, though..."
â°â¤ "No?" Kai glances at Sevika out of the corner of their eye. "Vika said so. She's mentioned it a few times, actually."
â°â¤ That's when you find the courage to glance over to Sevika. Her cloudy grey eyes observe the floor, jaw grinding and hands shoved into her pockets. Sevika knows your job title?
â°â¤ It feels ridiculous to be excited over such a revelation. After all, you and Sevika work in the same fucking building. How can she not know what you do?
â°â¤ But there are countless coworkers in surrounding cubicles who never catch your attention; people you've never talked to. People who would never know that your office resided within walking distance from them. And the notion is the same for you when you find yourself surrounded by unfamiliar faces on days you stray too far from your office.
â°â¤ But Sevika knows. She pays attention. Whether that's a good or bad thing, you allow your heart to savor the thought.
â°â¤ "Oh," You mumble, swallowing thickly. Suddenly, the thought of Kaiâs close proximity to Sevika doesn't seem so bad.
â°â¤ "Well, anyways, there's a clerk position opening up and I may have interest in it. Kinda wanna be a corporate person now, you know?" Kai grins, laughing lightly. You smile in return. "If I land the job, maybe you can help me get adjusted to office life? Show me the ropes a little. Vika says you're the best one on the sales team."
â°â¤ Vika says you're the best one on the sales team.
â°â¤ Vika says you're the best.
â°â¤ Sevika's head lifts, rolling her eyes as she nudges Kai with her elbow. Kai yelps then coughs seconds after.Â
â°â¤ "I just do what's in my job description." You bashfully admit.
â°â¤ Kaiâs grin widens. âRightâŚâ Their words are slow and heavy with an unspoken implication.
â°â¤ Their gaze shifts to Sevika, then you, then Sevika, and back to you again. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and you find yourself feeling self conscious; it feels like they know something about you that you don't want them to.
â°â¤ âIâm just gonna squeeze by really quick,â Kai announces.
â°â¤ You side step, allowing them to head towards the vending machines. You make the mistake of not being spatially aware, moving over a bit too far and knocking into the table positioned to your right.Â
â°â¤ "You okay?"
â°â¤ Your eyebrows furrow at Sevika's questionâat her concern. The way her gaze flickers between you and the table has your stomach tugging. Your fingers tighten around your tupperware container.
â°â¤ "Just clumsy," You explain, nodding at her. "Which you probably already, uh, know."
â°â¤ Your memory travels back to the day before, and how you ran right into her.
â°â¤ You're not sure you'll ever be able to forget something so embarrassing.
â°â¤ Sevika smiles and you realize that it's the most genuine thing you've seen all day. "Oh," She says knowingly. "I do."
â°â¤ She's teasing you but you don't mind it. You couldn't even if you tried because you're too caught up in how breathtakingly handsome she is. The intricate details of Sevika's smile always has a powerful effect on you.
â°â¤ She has the tiniest dimples in her chin, puffy dark lips gorgeously contrasting to the whites of her teeth. And her gapâgoodness, that gap has you wanting to curl up into a ball and melt away. It's placed right between her two front teeth.
â°â¤ You hold your tupperware container tighter against the lower pouch of your belly, feet rocking forwards and backwards, head swimming from Sevika's presence. She has you completely gone for her. A proper crushâand surely, due to the current circumstances of being coworkersâa rather inappropriate crush too.
â°â¤ "You know," You find yourself saying. "I just realized...I've never actually introduced myself to you."
â°â¤ Sevika straightens, eyes flashing with that familiar light of humor. "You're right. You haven't," She clicks her tongue. "How rude."
â°â¤ Your skin prickles, "I'm the rude one?"
â°â¤ "Are you insinuating otherwise?"
â°â¤ "Yes." You nod, trying to erase your smile. Your cheeks are starting to ache. "Did it not take you two months to say more than just Hi to me?"
â°â¤ "Not true." She clears her throat. "Sometimes, I would say hey instead."
â°â¤ Your jaw drops and silence fills the room.
â°â¤ And then you're laughing. It's the type of giggle that bubbles over with an emotion similar to returning home. Your cheeks ache and so does your stomach; your vision momentarily blurs from the action of squinting. Sevika joins you with her own laughter but hers is more beautiful. It's like the soft breeze of the wind on a spring morning. You'd try to make her laugh forever if you really could.
â°â¤ Soon you're exhaling softly, features relaxing as you glance towards her. "I'm sure you already know who I am, and what I do here. But, for formality reasons..." You begin. It feels weird to introduce yourself to her, especially after seeing her nearly everyday for the last four months. After all, it seems like she knows enough to have already talked about you to Kai. But it makes you feel better to do it this way. You give her your name personally and shake her hand.
â°â¤ A proper introduction.
â°â¤ Sevika repeats your name under her breath, trying it out for herself. The sound of it causes your toes to curl inside of your shoes. When she shakes your hand, you take note of how large her fingers are compared to yours. One of her hands could engulf the both of yours without any effort. And her skin is warm and calloused. Despite the rough exterior, she touches you with such fragility that you have to glance down for a second. It's almost as if she's afraid of breaking you.
â°â¤ But then the moment is over. Kai returns, this time with two bags of Doritos in their hands. They throw one at Sevika, and thanks to Sevikaâs fast reflexes, itâs caught without a single flinch.Â
â°â¤ âThis should hold us over until Leah clocks out.â Kai sighs. âShe wants to go to Famous Daveâs again and Iâm kinda in the mood for like, anything other than that. Like I can only eat a certain amount of that stuff before I start suffering from a serious case of heartburn.â
â°â¤ Sevika scrunches her nose, popping a chip into her mouth. âThen tell her that.â
â°â¤ âI can't,â The whine of Kaiâs voice becomes oddly endearing. âYou know how she gets.â
â°â¤ âThen donât tell her.â
â°â¤ âOr maybe you can tell her. She listens to you.â
â°â¤ Sevika rolls her eyes. âNo.â
â°â¤ âWhy notâŚâ
â°â¤âKai, just talk to her. Itâs literally not that hard.â
â°â¤ â...Thatâs what she said.â
â°â¤ You marvel at the way that Sevika stops mid-chew, gaze still downturned at the red bag in her hand before muttering, âHilarious.â
â°â¤ You try to wipe the growing grin off of your face as you bite the inside of your cheek. Kai glances at you once more, eyes sparkling a gorgeous brown. âDo you want to join us? Weâre catching dinner at Famous Daveâs.â
â°â¤ Your jaw falls slack, shock hitting you like a ton of bricks. âOh.â You respond. A breathless laugh leaves you. âUmâŚâ
â°â¤ âItâll just be me, Leah and Vika. Do you know Leah? Sheâs in accounting. Kinda tall, lankyâŚsocially awkward with bright purple hair?â
 â°â¤ The description doesn't ring any bells for you. âUh, no. I don't think Iâve seen her around yet.â
â°â¤ âUnderstandable. She works all the way up on the 8th floor.â Kai tilts their head, regarding you with a warmth you aren't used to receiving from anyone in this building besides Sevika and your boss. âAnyways, the offer still stands?â
â°â¤ Thatâs when Sevika glances up at you through her lashes. She doesnât necessarily crack a smile, but a corner of her lip has curved into something subtle.Â
â°â¤ âI wish. But Iâm working overtime to help Cam with our pitch tomorrow.â You attempt to ignore the way your heart deflates as you say this.Â
â°â¤âAw, man.��� Kai tosses their empty Dorito bag into a nearby trash can.Â
â°â¤ "But we should definitely plan something soon.â Before you do anything stupid, like flaking on Cam last minute just to meet up with coworkers for dinner, you urge yourself to bid them goodbye. âI'll catch you guys another time, alright?"Â
â°â¤ "Nice meeting you!â Kai calls. A short hiss escapes the bottle in their hand as they twist off the cap and tilt their head back. It's a diet coke.
â°â¤ "You too!â
â°â¤ It's awkward when you slip past them both, proximity dangerously close to Sevika. You find the courage to whisper, âLater Vika,â to her at the last second.
â°â¤ Her body stiffens and it almost sounds like she chokes while swallowing another mouthful of her chips. Itâs probably the least collected display of behavior youâve ever witnessed from her.Â
â°â¤ You stifle a laugh, brushing past her and towards the direction of your office.Â
â°â¤ You feel really fucking sad today.
â°â¤ Days like today are days that you dread. It isn't a result of anything particular. Of course, you want to be able to blame an event or cause. But the truth of the matter is that you're just having a really bad mental health day.
â°â¤ It first starts off with you waking up late. You never wake up late. Your mornings are pretty routine. Some may call them mundane, but routine helps you get through the day easier. So when your alarm doesn't sound and you wake after a bad dream, realizing that it's 30 minutes past the time that your alarm usually rings, your heart sinks.
â°â¤ You don't have time for a full breakfast. You have to settle for toast and orange juice instead, slipping on the cleanest pair of jeans and shirt that you can find. When you make it to work, you're just on time. But everything is off.
â°â¤ Because instead of your usual business casual attire, you're sporting faded jeans, a blank t shirt and beat up sneakers. Your muscles are still sluggish and your eyelids are heavy. So far, the morning isn't great.
â°â¤ As time passes, you realize that you're quite ahead in your work. Cam is off for the day, which means you don't have any extra errands or tasks to do for him. There is truly not much left to accomplish.
â°â¤ You settle on the mission of clearing out your voicemail box. But that's soon completed. Your latest emails are nothing of importance and you don't have any upcoming meetings to attend. A cloud of doom hovers over you. By 11 AM, it doubles in size. Once noon hits, it's time for your lunch break and a sorrowful cloud clings onto you like a leech.
â°â¤ It's hard to gain a semblance of what to do next. Your heart's true desire calls for your bed and a long restful sleep. Your chest seizes with dull aches and your mind swarms with everything yet nothing at all. This is a familiar feeling that you always hate. It's hard to prevent days like this. It always creeps up on you before you can find the strength to prevent it.
â°â¤ You're nearly 30 minutes late to taking your lunch today. You've packed a deli sandwich with grapes, pretzels and a bag of potato chips. But none of it is appealing. And for the first time in months, it's a cold lunchâwhich you don't usually prefer.
â°â¤ Your legs take you to the break room. It's almost empty, with only the buzz of a few coworkers trailing in and out. You sit at one of the tables in the corner, sighing softly and staring down at your lunch.
â°â¤ You aren't hungry. Whenever the rare days like today hit youâdays when your appetite for life fadesâa dwindling appetite for food soon follows. But if you don't eat, then you'll later find yourself crouched in your bed with aching temples, fighting off the pains of a skipped meal. So you open the tupperware container that has a handful of green grapes and take a few bites.
â°â¤ There's something about working in an office environment that you enjoy. It's mostly independent-driven, which you prefer. You don't mind the quiet solace that comes along with being in your own office, surrounded by towers of paperwork and due dates. The system of doing the same tasks throughout the dayâof working through the same checklistsâalways leaves you feeling at ease.
â°â¤ Even the soft rings of telephones and fingers typing against keys provides you the same comfort that brown noise does for other individuals. Everything about your job is monotonous and ordinary, and therefore absolutely perfect.
â°â¤ Your shoulders soon relax as you eavesdrop on a conversation between two coworkers huddled together on the other side of the break room. It's silly workplace gossip about other folks that you don't know, but for the sake of people watching, you allow yourself to become preoccupied with the way they interact with one another.
â°â¤ Both of the girls are dressed in fashionable attire, with sleek knee high boots and pencils skirts. Their faces are painted with spotless makeup, nails freshly manicured and eyebrows perfectly arched. Your gaze travels back to your faded old jeans and dirty white New Balance sneakers.
â°â¤ Sighing, you tug on the soft hem of your crew neck sweater, which you've thrown on due to the chilly air of the building. That's when a chair beside you squeaks. The legs are dragging against the tile floor due to someone pulling it out and sitting on it.
â°â¤ You're met with the familiar features of Sevika. Her hair is pulled back into a perfectly sleek low-bun. There's a slight hint of mascara and eyeliner, barely noticeable if you hadn't already seen her on the days where she's bare faced. She smells of everything good; the walking embodiment of heaven.
â°â¤ And she looks just as nice as she smells, with her beige button up and black slacks and matching black dress boots. She looks expensive. She always does.
â°â¤ You blink, not only taken aback by her beauty, but also by her sudden presence. Isn't her lunch break supposed to be over by now?
â°â¤ "Hi." She greets, which is nothing more than a murmur.
â°â¤ Sevika has a very distinct way of communicating. Her lips move so fast that sometimes, you aren't sure if she's truly speaking or if it's all just your overactive imagination. She doesn't talk much, but when she does, it's intentional. You know that every word she does say is meant to be said. And you appreciate that trait about her.
â°â¤ She's not the type to raise her voice. Out of all the encounters you've had with her, there's never been a time when she's even gotten remotely close to losing her composure. But a part of you is not sure if composure is the right word. Sevika just seems to be naturally indifferent; mellow. Constantly unbothered. That's what draws you to her. And that's why you feel a dose of comfort shoot through you at that moment. Her presence will probably always be welcomed, no matter what mood you're in.
â°â¤ You give her a small smile in return before popping another grape into your mouth.
â°â¤ She hovers for a bit. You're not sure what to say, or even if you should say something.Â
â°â¤ "Not using the microwave today?" She adds.
â°â¤ You force out a small chuckle. "No."
â°â¤ Silence resumes.
â°â¤ Her lashes are quite long.
â°â¤ She really is beautiful.
â°â¤ You glance away from her, absentmindedly playing with the tattered ends of your sleeves. Your left leg is crossed over your right, rocking back and forth out of habit. There's a moment when it lifts a bit too high, knocking into Sevika's shin.
â°â¤ You grimace, "I'm sorry."
â°â¤ Out of the corner of your eyes, you pick up on the movement of her broad shoulders shrugging. "It's all good."
â°â¤ Your rocking resumes. You make sure to angle your body away from her after that; ensuring that you won't accidentally kick her again.
â°â¤ Slowly, you nudge your container of grapes towards her, "Would you like some?"
â°â¤ She hesitates, "No." Another pause, then, "It doesn't seem like you've eaten much of your lunch today."
â°â¤ "I'm not as hungry as I usually am. It's been a rough day."
â°â¤ She positions herself to where her elbows lean against the tabletop. It appears that she's inches closer and the smell of her practically overpowers you because of it. "Is it worth talking about?"
â°â¤ You peer up at her, eyes widening when you see the dilation of her pupils. Her hands are clasped together, chin resting on her knuckles and grey eyes regarding you with interest. The squaring of her shoulders causes her muscular biceps to bulge through her beige dress-shirt. It's a gorgeous sight.
â°â¤ Your heart stutters.
â°â¤ "Um," You blink, trying to concentrate despite the ongoing brain fog. "I'm just sad today, Sevika." You swallow thickly, finding yourself inching a little closer with your chin resting on your own hand. "But there's not a particular reason why. It's ridiculous, to be honest. Simply one of those days, you know?"
â°â¤ She shifts towards you.
â°â¤ Your foot brushes against her calf.
â°â¤ A solemn ease envelopes around the both of you as an expression of understanding trickles onto her features. She nods quietly.
â°â¤ There's not much to say, or rather, not much that you want her to say. You're grateful that she doesn't make a huge deal of your admission. Sadness lives in every human throughout their life. Just sitting with her is enough to ease the tide waves of grief that has been rolling through you. At that moment, sitting in the break room with Sevika, your sadness somehow finds a way to transform into still water; a sea of tranquility solely from Sevika's presence.
â°â¤ She hooks her foot around the leg of your chair, dragging you closer towards her. Your stomach does somersaults and if you weren't so flustered, you'd probably be brave enough to ask her why she's doing this. But instead, you're left trying to stabilize your heart and trembling fingers. You allow yourself to bask in her closeness.
â°â¤ "Your sadness isn't ridiculous," Sevika begins, wetting her dark full lips. Her breath smells of peppermint. Your foot grazes against her calf again, this time for a few seconds longer. "I don't know who or what's made you believe that, but it never will be."
â°â¤ The shift in her is abrupt; something powerful enough to cause you to gawk at her. With each passing second, all of your worries slowly begin to unspool and relax, because her words ring with unrelenting truth. You know that she 100% believes everything that she's just said. That's enough for you.
â°â¤ "And I don't blame you." Sevika adds. "I mean, this job alone is enough to send anyone into a fucking spiral."
â°â¤ You laugh for the first time today. Your palms rest against your cheek and your eyes crinkle shut momentarily. Somehow, she makes laughter on even the most difficult days easy. "Oh, I don't know." You respond, after finally calming down. "This place isn't so bad."
â°â¤ "Are you sure?" Her eyebrows raise. "I find that very hard to believe."
â°â¤ "Well, there are perks. Like the wattage for the microwave here...It'sâwhatâ1500? That's way better than the one in my apartment."
â°â¤ She rolls her eyes, but you don't miss the way that they flash with amusement. "Sweetheart, no wonder you're depressed. You've turned to microwave usage as a source of entertainment."
â°â¤ A giggle escapes you and you squirm in your seat from her teasing.
â°â¤ Sweetheart.
â°â¤ The pet name echoes in your ears.
â°â¤ "There's not much else to be entertained by. The wallpapers here are quite dreadful."
â°â¤ She grins, glancing at the wall behind you. "Oddly obsessed with microwaves and picky about interior design. Noted."
â°â¤ Your nose scrunches as you fight off another smile, sighing melodramatically.
â°â¤ Sevika looks as if she's going to speak again. But then her phone vibrates against the tabletop quietly. She grabs it, peering at the screen before exhaling. "That's my cue." She says with a reticent expression. "My lunch break is up."
â°â¤ You feel yourself deflating but you do your best to cover it up, nodding instead. "I should be getting back too."
â°â¤ You both stand up, the lingering tension in the atmosphere snapping like an elastic band. Sevika spares you one more look, pocketing her phone and stretching her arms. Her smile is small but the effects of it leaves you feeling disembodied.
â°â¤ "See you around, sweetheart."Â
â°â¤ Then she leaves.
â°â¤ You stare at the door in front of you, trying to gain the courage to knock on it.
â°â¤ This is ridiculous, really.
â°â¤ You're ridiculous.
â°â¤ Your palms are sweaty and your heart is beating entirely too fast. You want to turn around and walk back to your own office. You want to forget about ever doing this, or being delusional enough to think that this was a good idea.
â°â¤ But you've already gone through the trouble and effort of preparing everything...
â°â¤ Plus, numerous coworkers have witnessed you standing in front of this door for quite some time now. Turning around and walking away without even knocking would not only be embarrassing, but also probably attract some negative attention.
â°â¤ Sucking in a breath, you raise your free hand, knock three times, then exhale.
â°â¤ One second passes and you instantly regret it.
â°â¤ You shouldn't have done this.
â°â¤ You're sure numerous minutes pass before the door finally swings openâat least it feels that way. Round brown eyes greet you and your heart skips a few beats.
â°â¤ You definitely should have thought this through a little more.
â°â¤ "Oh, Kai." You breathe. "Hi."
â°â¤ âHey!â Surprise filters onto their features. "What are you doing here? Have you been standing out here for long? Sevâuh, you haveâŚâ They disappear behind the door, whispering something indiscreetly.Â
â°â¤ "I was just stopping by." You shift your weight, growing uneasy. You try to glance past them but it's hard to see considering you're several inches shorter than them. "F-For um, well... I was hoping to speak to Sevika."
â°â¤ Kai appears in front of you again, smirking impishly. â...Any minute now, Vika. Itâs not like you have someone waiting out here for you or anything.â
â°â¤ You swallow. Inconspicuously, you glance around you, hoping that no one is eavesdropping from their cubicles. "I was wanting to give her something. I'm sorry that I interrupted." You rub your palm against your forehead, not knowing where to go from here. "Honestly, it can wait. It's not urgent or anything. It's just a gift. I know we don't usually stop by each other's offices like this so I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly. I just thought...I don't know. I can come back? Yeah, I'll just come back another time-"
â°â¤ "That's not necessary." Sevika appears over the shoulder of Kai. Your chin tilts up in order to meet her gaze, and you take a few steps backwards, clasping your hands behind you. "You weren't interrupting anything." The handsome woman muses, brows raised. You marvel at the way that her eyes glaze over you, up and down, before settling on your face again.
â°â¤ Nodding, you allow your attention to flicker to Kai, who is now standing in between the both of you with raised eyebrows. The awkwardness of it all makes you clear your throat, shuffling your feet and wishing you had thought of a better way to do this. Maybe you should haves waited until you saw Sevika again in the break room.
â°â¤ "Iâll catch you guys later, okay?â Kai chirps, barely glancing at Sevika as they pocket their phone. Theyâre practically beaming at the both of you when they step past the door threshold. Then, they disappear behind the rows of cubicles.
â°â¤ Your mind reels at everything that's just happened. You struggle to fully understand why the temperature of the central AC suddenly feels like a searing heat wave.Â
â°â¤ When you peek over at Sevika, you find that she's already observing you. Her two front teeth sink into the plump flesh of her lower lip, eyes a darker shade of grey and swarming with undeniable heed. You can't help but admire her lips and how they appear to be perfectly crafted. They look softer than a billow of feathers, and you desperately want to touch themâwant to feel themâand want to allow them to sweep you up into another world.
â°â¤ That hunger inside of you grows, a specific feeling that she's only been able to bring out lately, and you know that no one can ever satiate such a desire but her.
â°â¤ God.
â°â¤ You've got it bad.
â°â¤ She releases her lip and you become enamored with the way her throat jostles as she swallows. Painfully aware of your obvious staring, you force your attention back to her eyes.
â°â¤ "I've got something for you," You say. Your voice is unfamiliar to your earsâhuskier.
â°â¤ Silently, she gestures for you to come in. You step forward and close the door behind you.
â°â¤ Sevika's office is similar to yours. The desk and chair are quite the same, along with the filing cabinets and additional chairs for guests. But she also has a dark purple rug, with numerous framed pictures and a mini fridge shoved in the corner.
â°â¤ A pair of dark purple curtains are drawn, allowing the sunlight to creep in, and more picture frames line the windowsill.
â°â¤ Before you allow yourself to get too swept up with your surroundings, you turn to her and pull your left hand out from behind you, which holds a card. It's a simple blank one that you bought at the store and it has the words thank you written with one of your favorite sparkly ink pens, along with your signed name and lip print stained by your favorite lipstick shade. Above the personalized message are a few pairs of pressed tulips.
â°â¤ "I just wanted to express my gratitude." You explain. She takes the card, staring down at it silently. "I was feeling a bit down the other day and you helped me by keeping me company. It may sound silly because it was just a simple conversation but," You shrug. "Conversation goes a long way sometimes. Especially for those that need it."
â°â¤ Her thumb traces over one of the petals, lips parting and eyes widening. It's hard to know exactly what she's thinking and a part of you believes that maybe you've oversteppedâthat you've crossed an unspoken boundary. Her ongoing silence causes an unexpected panic to stir within you.
â°â¤ Desperate to clean up a situation that you fear will go haywire, you open your mouth to say, "These are from a small garden that Iâve been trying to grow." Your forefinger hovers above her thumb, gesturing towards the flowers. "I pressed them myself, so that they won't die on you." You lick your lips, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. Oh god. Why does she look like that? Why isn't she saying anything? This can't be good. "And I...well, now that I'm thinking about this, I'm realizing that this may be coming off as weird. I'm sorry. If I've made you like...uncomfy or anything, I totally understand and I'm sorry. My intention wasn't to make things weird."
â°â¤ Her head raises at that, expression completely unguarded. It's rare when you're able to see unfiltered emotions flitting across her features. Sevika isn't the type to walk around with her heart on her sleeve. But with the way that she's looking at you, you realize that there's something unbelievably tender about her gaze.
â°â¤ "And you'll probably tease me for this," You continue. You curse yourself for sounding breathless. Tearing your eyes away from her, you point at the card again. "But I used my microwave to press the flowers. Only because the other methods would have taken too long."
â°â¤ That's when she laughs.
â°â¤ You exhale softly from her hearty chuckles, relief immediately enveloping you.
â°â¤ Laughter is a good sign.
â°â¤ "I should have maybe waited to give you the card. I just didn't want to anticipate your reaction until noon, if I'm being honest." You wring out your hands, not able to shake the nervous jitters running through you. "I hope you like it."
â°â¤ She runs her thumb over the material once more, lips rolling inwards before she rubs them together, deep in thought. You impatiently wait for a sign, any sign, that indicates her feelings towards your gesture.
â°â¤ Her eyes, set deep above the plane of her cheekbones, slant as they peer downward towards the cardboard in her hand. She inhales through her nose, relaxes her lips, then exhales.
â°â¤ "You didn't have to do this," She finally replies. "But of course I like it." She doesn't smile. However, you do notice a new light in her expression when she refocuses her attention on you. "Also, you apologize a lot." She pauses before adding, "...More than you need to. You haven't done anything weird at all."
â°â¤ You want to bury your face in a pillow and squeal. But you settle for a smile instead. "Oh."
â°â¤ Her lips crack into a knowing grin before she turns on her heel and walks over to her desk. She delicately positions the card so that it's standing upright next to a picture of her and a skinny brunette man. "The card is beautiful." She observes. Despite the natural raspiness of her voice, it has a warmer lilt to it now. "Thank you."
â°â¤ You determine that Sevika thanking you is a new favorite. You want to shower her with endless gestures if it means that she'll continue to show fondness towards you.
â°â¤ She leans against her desk, halfway sitting on the top surface, before shoving her hands in her pockets. Through the material of her slacks, you notice that they seem to be balled into fists.
â°â¤You shift your weight as a strong sense of pride swells in your chest, opting to rest your shoulder against the door frame.
â°â¤Onlyâyou remember too late that nothing is actually beside you, and that the door frame is several paces behind you. Instead, you stumble when you realize that there's nothing close enough to catch your weight.
â°â¤ Your arms sprout out in an attempt to catch your balance.
â°â¤ "Um," You mumble dumbly, flustered by the mess that you've become. "...Thought there was a wall beside me." You clear your throat, attempting to right yourself again.Â
â°â¤ Sevika stares at you, eyes dancing with merriment, as she struggles to swallow her chuckles. She forces out a few coughs, trying to cover up her mirth, but it's clear that she finds your lack of coordination entertaining.
â°â¤ You rest your hands on your hips in an attempt to find a comfortable standing position. You want to cringe. You want to crawl under a rock and never be perceived again.
â°â¤ You puff out your cheeks before blowing out a heavy exhale. The room feels really hot and your heart is doing backflips in your chest. You can't tell if it's because of your stupid schoolgirl crush or the embarrassment of nearly eating shit in front of Sevika.
â°â¤ Probably a combination of both...
â°â¤ "Gravity really hates me." You jest.
â°â¤ Her grin widens. "I can tell."
â°â¤ You let out an exasperated chuckle, palm reaching up to rub against your forehead. She has to be aware of her effect on you.
â°â¤ Like it's just painfully obvious at this point.
â°â¤ Right?
â°â¤ Your lips part and your hands pool with more sweat and you feel like the biggest lovesick loser to ever exist. There she is, with her perfect face and perfect laugh and perfect everything. You've barely talked to this woman outside of lunch breaks yet here you are, giving her pressed fucking flowers and worshiping the ground she walks on just because she sat with you for a few minutes. There can't be any other way that you can become more obvious.
â°â¤ Your hands are flailing ridiculously around you, towards her plush purple carpet and curtains and picture frames before you're saying, "Nice office by the way."
â°â¤ And she's looking at you with that knowing expression that's borderline condescending, which you really love despite how much you want to hate it, when she replies, "Thanks, darling."
â°â¤ You blink rapidly and try not to combust right then.
â°â¤ Your feet carry you to a nearby bookshelf before you can think otherwise. A shitload of CDâs are neatly stacked on them with names of artists you didn't know anyone still listened to. You preoccupy yourself with shifting through them, trying your best to ignore the zoo erupting in your stomach. Thereâs collections of Nina Simone and Freddie Hubbard and Bill Withers. Your eyebrows raise at the eclectic catalogue, not bothering to swallow the surprise that sprouts within you. It should be known at this point that Sevika will never fail to surprise you.
â°â¤ Your hands tremble as they hold an ABBA CD. They cling tighter to the plastic case, attempting to make the shaking less noticeable. Something warm brushes against your shoulder, before taking the CD from you. You peer at Sevika, observing the way that she wordlessly takes out the disc and moves to a CD player that is situated farther to your left.Â
â°â¤ Despite her being concentrated on getting the speaker system to work, youâre totally enraptured by her. Her smell surrounds you like a cloud of ecstasy. Her hair is down today, a feathery cut that stops just below her jaw. Loose ends are tucked behind her ear, highlighting the rarest features of her face that you probably have overlooked before. Her lips purse together while she deeply concentrates, puffing out in a way that makes them look unbelievably inviting. Your breath catches, a prominent ache building between your thighs as the room fills with the beginning chords of The Winner Takes It All.
â°â¤ She hums underneath her breath as the first verse begins, neatly placing the CD on top of the player. Slowly, her eyes drag back to you, unfocused and clearly lost in the music that fills the room. But then she freezes, seemingly not expecting you to already be observing her. The harmonies of the song contrast to the moment of stillness then; a corded tension falling between the two of you.Â
â°â¤ The feelings you have in that moment are visceral. Your head is spinning and your heart is racing. No matter how hard you swallow, your throat remains dry and your skin yearns for herâfor her touch and her warmth and her firmness.Â
â°â¤ Your eyes burn and you have to blink rapidly in order to clear your vision. You can't understand why these feelings have hit you so suddenly, and why they're so intense for a woman that's only your coworker. But you try not to scold yourself too much, rubbing your palms against the material of your skirt instead.
â°â¤ âWhatâs wrong?â She whispers, scanning your face.
â°â¤ And that's when you realize how close you're standing to her. Maybe you were the one to step forwardâor was it her?âand shorten the distance, but you can't know for sure. You should pull away. You should bid her a good day and return to your office (you'll have to be on the clock soon anyways) but you can't.
â°â¤ You can't because it's too late. Sheâs already roped you in with her aloofness and cheshire grin and warm sultry voice. The window to escape has already passed. You're simply in too deep now.
â°â¤ âYou're just really fucking beautiful.â You blurt out.Â
â°â¤ When Sevika registers what you've said, it seems like she stiffens in shock. Her lips part, a sharp breath being sucked in while her stare intensifies.Â
â°â¤ You don't have enough wits to properly downplay your words or try to retract what you've said. The most you try to do is blink away the tears in your welling eyes and say, âIâm sorry.â
â°â¤ You take a step back, then two. The reality of the situation hits you like a brick wall. You let out a heavy exhale, trying to calm the storm beginning to brew in your mind.
â°â¤ Holy fuck.
â°â¤ What if youâve made her uncomfortable? You've clearly crossed a line. You're at work. In fifteen minutes, youâll both be on the clock and trying to get your day started. This is inappropriate.Â
â°â¤ You feel like employees from the Human Resources department will barge right in at any moment, confronting you about your intentions and hauling you off to be questioned. Guilt rumbles in you like an unrelenting river breaking through a dam. Â
â°â¤ Sevika is shaking her head, eyes searching yours with growing alarm. âSorry? Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry fo-â
â°â¤ â...with the flowers and the card and calling you beautiful. I shouldn't be doing those things and saying stuff like that. I mean, not because I don't think you're beautiful. You're so beautiful. It's just... Oh lordâIâm doing it again. Fuck. Frick. Uh,â You gulp, taking a few more steps backwards. âI just don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm totally aware that weâre coworkers. And I don't wanna be that one creep in the office who-â
â°â¤ âNo, it's okay.â She shakes her head again, a small smile appearing on her face. âYou haven't weirded me out at all.â
â°â¤ You stop mid rant, mouth hanging open and eyes trailing back to her. âAre you sure?â
â°â¤ âCompletely sure.âÂ
â°â¤ Your attention hooks onto the details of her laugh lines. They become more prevalent as her smile widens. You want to brush your lips against hers and feel the curve of her laugh lines against your skin.Â
â°â¤ You fight the urge, responding with, âOkay,â instead.Â
â°â¤ She hums quietly underneath her breath, arms folding against her chest.Â
â°â¤ âOkay,â She echoes. Her weight rocks backwards, a slight sway that causes her hair to brush lightly against her jawline. You're captivated by the sharp edge of her jawâand how it seems to become even sharper with each passing secondâas she momentarily clenches it.Â
â°â¤ Sheâs opening her mouth to say something else when there's a knock on the door. âSevika?â The silhouette of a woman, probably a coworker, shines through the frosted-glass door. Reality slams into you like a semi truck.
â°â¤ Your heart jumps at the interruption. For some reason, you take a few more steps away from Sevika and your muscles tense.
â°â¤ There's a hesitation that looms in the air.Â
â°â¤ Sevika's eyes hold something undefinable. Her gaze is level and full of intent. And you can't understand why everything feels so convoluted right now.
â°â¤ After a few agonizing seconds of silence, she sighs, shoulders falling as she shifts her attention to the ground. âCome in.âÂ
â°â¤ The door opens and a pretty brunette with glossy lips and mascara-coated eyes walks in. You've seen her numerous times throughout the day. She's one of the receptionists.Â
â°â¤ She smiles at you and you're surprised when she greets you. Youâve never realized she knows your name.Â
â°â¤ âTara,â Sevika addresses. âWhat's up?â
â°â¤ The receptionist turns to her, âI was trying to call you but it was going to voicemail. I wasn't sure if youâve turned on your phone for the day? Iâm really sorry for interrupting. But you have a gentleman waiting for you in the lobby, he says he has an 8 oâclock with you? I just wanted to confirm.â She clears her throat, shifting her weight awkwardly. Then sheâs eying you again with a small smile. âIâm sorryââ
â°â¤ âNo, no. You're totally fine.â Sevikaâs features morph into an expression that's more genial. âDid you catch his name? I do think I have an 8 oâclock, I just lost track of time.â Sheâs making her way over to the CD player, swiftly cutting it off. The music stops and the air stills.
â°â¤ Hair stands on your skin as she walks to her desk, fiddling with a few buttons on her landline.Â
â°â¤ âYes,â Tara replies, glancing down at a yellow sticky note. âHeâs from the branch in Chicago. He goes byâŚâ
â°â¤ âIâll catch you later, Sevika.âYour voice is rushed and barely above a whisper. The feeling of overstaying your welcome floods you.
â°â¤ Sevika glances up under her lashes, hands faltering from the paperwork she's rummaging through. You don't give her a chance to reply, simply shooting her a smile and wave before slipping out of her office.Â
â°â¤Â You sigh at the sign in front of you, bold words reading, BROKEN! PLEASE USE ANOTHER ONE on a piece of paper attached to the microwave. A low groan burns in the back of your throat. Youâre starving. In fact, itâs been forever since youâve let yourself grow this hungry.
â°â¤ You didn't eat breakfast this morning. You were too preoccupied with thinking about Sevikaâs gift, and how the hell were you going to give her a card with pressed flowers in a non-creepy way. But the task has been done, and for the most part, Sevika didnât appear turned off by your gesture. So now, you are hungry.Â
â°â¤Â Your stomach growls and your mouth pools with saliva. Spinning on your heels, you march out of the break room, trying to think of any other parts of the building that has microwaves. Your floor definitely doesnât, which means you would have to take the elevator. And you donât want to do that, especially if it means having to walk through another department.Â
â°â¤Â Your mind is swarming with what ifs and maybeâs as you travel through rows of cubicles. The possibility of finding an unoccupied microwave is slim to none. If the one on your floor has been broken all morning, then thereâs surely a growing line at the other ones. Dread gnaws at you and you huff with distaste.Â
â°â¤Â Thereâs a part of you that considers eating your food cold. But your nose wrinkles at the idea and itâs quickly disregarded.Â
â°â¤Â When you reach the elevator, you're met with the sight of Sevika leaning against the adjacent wall. She is lazily scrolling on her phone, her other hand occupying her pocket, and her cross body bag hanging off of one of her shoulders. Similar to the sudden dip of a rollercoaster rideâvisceral and unexpectedâa warmth spreads within you. Your head feels lightâweightless evenâand you can feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.Â
â°â¤ Your arm lifts and presses the button that summons the elevator. Itâs a silly action, since youâre sure Sevika has already pressed it if sheâs waiting for it to arrive. But you need something to do with your body; something that can expel some of the excess energy and calm your belly acrobatics.Â
â°â¤ Your movement seems to catch Sevikaâs attention, causing her scrolling to momentarily freeze as she glances up.
â°â¤Â Your gazes lock and your breath hitches and youâre pretty sure you begin to hear fireworks sounding in the distance. She smiles and you return the gesture. Or was it you that smiled first?Â
â°â¤Â âHi,â You say.
â°â¤Â Her attention trails to the lower half of your face, lingering there for a few moments before climbing back up to your eyes. In a millisecond, sheâs pushing off of the wall, body upright and phone slipping into her pocket. âHey, you.â Her grin curves even more. Â
â°â¤ You donât know whatâs making you feel so lovesick: the inviting cadence of her voice or the fact that sheâs practically glowing. You donât think youâve ever seen any blemish on her face besides a few faded scars. Seriouslyâwhat kind of skin care routine did the robust woman have? You made a mental note to ask her.Â
â°â¤ âThe weatherâs been nice today.â She adds.
â°â¤ You fight off a chuckle, nodding in response. The conversation is elementary and completely like all the other ones that youâve had with her countless times before. But you enjoy how mundane your chats are with Sevika. It isnât really the topics that interest you rather than the calming consistency of her presence. The both of you could be counting the wall tiles to pass time for all you care.Â
â°â¤ Sevika cards her fingers through her hair as she rolls her eyes at a corny dad joke youâve just told. âClever.â She quietly muses, husky voice thick with sarcasm. Her lips are fighting off a smirk though, so you know she isnât as annoyed as sheâs trying to seem.Â
â°â¤ âThanks.âÂ
â°â¤ When Sevika centers her weight, she peers at the carpet, causing a singular strand of hair to fall in front of her forehead. A small part of you wants to reach out and run your fingers through it, but you softly shake your head to refocus. You listen to the faint rings of telephones in the distance instead.
â°â¤âWell,â You drag out, growing uncomfortable by the silence. âDid you have a good weekend?â
â°â¤She lifts her head, nodding softly. âYeah.â A slight pause. âI went to dinner with some friends on Saturday, and then we watched the superbowl on SundayâŚMade a day out of it, reallyâŚâ She clears her throat. âYeah. It was nice⌠What about you?â
â°â¤ You donât register the swaying of your body until your shoulder brushes against her bicep. âIt was okay, I guess. I finished a novel. Went grocery shoppingâŚdid some gardening.â You wrinkle your nose, embarrassment washing over you. âProbably not as fun or eventful as yours, I suppose.â
â°â¤ âAh,â She chuckles. Her bicep brushes against your shoulder again. You canât decipher if it was her fault or yours this time. âI doubt that.â
â°â¤ You offer a thoughtful hum, but keep quiet otherwise.
â°â¤ The elevator sounds with a soft ding! All too soon, Sevika is encouraging you to step on board before her.Â
â°â¤ âHi Shane,â You say, smiling at the coworker that is already inside of the service lift. He barely regards you, lips frowning and worry lines prevalent on his forehead. He takes off his baseball cap momentarily, revealing a receding hairline glistening with sweat, before wiping it off with the back of his hand and repositioning the cap.
â°â¤ âHi.â The middle aged man grumbles. He nearly throws a fit when Sevika takes her time walking through the elevator doors. His face is firetruck red, left foot tapping impatiently as his finger presses the button for the 8th floor.Â
â°â¤ Your eyebrows shoot up and you look at Sevika. She observes the entire situation with passive amusement.Â
â°â¤ âStupid elevators.â Shane grumbles.Â
â°â¤ You press your lips together, trying your best to refrain from laughing while reaching around him to press the button for the 6th floor. Usually, thereâs a few microwaves on that one. âWhere to?â You angle your head towards Sevika.
â°â¤ â6th floor as well.â
â°â¤ The atmosphere fills with the trademark grinding of the elevator and Shaneâs disgruntled mumbling. The minutes tick by agonizingly slow and you even feel bad for giggling quietly when Shane huffs again, looking up at the ceiling with a grinding jaw.Â
â°â¤ Your fingers press against your lips in an attempt to remain calm, and your eyes flit over to Sevika knowingly.Â
â°â¤ Shaneâs always been pegged as overly anxious and impatient in the office. He seems to be perpetually unhappy with everyone and everything. He seems to just be unhappy in general.
â°â¤ A few levels down, the doors open and relief fills you. Riding the elevator with a fretful Shane definitely wasnât on the top of todayâs To-Do list. But then you falter at the sight of a plain concrete wall in front of you. Your eyebrows furrow and you glance back at the row of buttons. The number 6 is no longer illuminated, but you certainly arenât facing the cubicles on the 6th floor right now.Â
â°â¤ "ShitâŚ" Sevika mumbles. âThis isnât good.âÂ
â°â¤ âOh, come on!â The elevator shakes slightly in response to Shane obnoxiously stomping his foot.Â
â°â¤ Your breath hitches and you feel your arms searching frantically, trying to grab onto something to ground you, but only finding empty air.Â
â°â¤Â Sevikaâs already scanning the surroundings, probably for an emergency call box. You donât say anything. Youâre not sure if you can.Â
â°â¤ Donât freak out. Donât freak out. Donât freak out.
â°â¤ âI canât believe this!â Shaneâs voice is several pitches higher now. âIâm going to miss my appointment. Dammit!â He stomps his foot again, snatching his cap off. It falls to the ground and his hands tightly grip his hairâor, whatâs left of it.
â°â¤Sevikaâs head snaps in the general direction of his. âLetâs not do that.â Her voice is icy. It comes off as a command instead of a suggestion and even you find yourself trying to gain your bearings.Â
â°â¤ Shane sends her a glare but he makes sure to keep his foot planted and his mouth shut.Â
â°â¤ Your eyes are burning and you're beginning to find it hard to breathe.Â
â°â¤ Youâre stuck.
â°â¤ The elevator is fucking stuck.Â
â°â¤ Noâyou canât freak out. That wonât help.Â
â°â¤ Your hands are bunching against the material of your clothing, feet working into nervous tapping. Oh God.
â°â¤ Oh God.
â°â¤ Sevika finally finds a button next to an icon with the emergency bell symbol, which doesnât seem to be immediately obvious at first glance. The noise is loud and jarring when she presses it, before an automated voice begins to speak words that you canât fully register.Â
â°â¤ And then sheâs talking with an operator, that much you can process, but itâs all blurring together too much for your liking.
â°â¤ Shane is breathing loud. Annoyingly loud in fact.Â
â°â¤ You want to tell him to shut the hell up, especially when he starts crying, but you can barely see through your blurred vision and it doesnât seem like your body will listen to your brain even if you will it to.
â°â¤ Then thereâs warm hands pressing into your shoulders, squeezing them, before lowering to your elbows.Â
â°â¤ âItâs okay,â Sevika reassures. âI just talked to the operator. Theyâre going to try to reset the system.âÂ
â°â¤ You shake your head and grip onto her shirt. âWe're going to die.â
â°â¤ âHey,â Her breath fans against your cheeks as she ducks down to look at you levelly. Her touch retracks before you feel warmness on your face. Her thumbs are swiping your skin. âSweetheart, itâs gonna be okay.âÂ
â°â¤Â Thatâs when you realize that youâre the one whoâs breathing heavy, because youâre also the one whoâs crying. Her thumbs are wiping away your tears.
â°â¤ âSevâŚâ You respond, breath ragged. âIâm sorry. Iâm just scared, I-â
â°â¤ âItâs an honest human reaction.â Her lips brush against your left earlobe as she pulls you in for a hug. â...Better than stomping your foot and shaking the entire cabin, thatâs for sure.âÂ
â°â¤ You let out an ugly combination of a sob and laugh.
â°â¤ âNot funny, you asshole.â Shane isnât too happy with the jest.
â°â¤ âHey!â You find yourself objecting. You lift your head but know itâs no use. Sevikaâs too tall for you to be able to see over her. âBe nice, you two.âÂ
â°â¤ Shane grumbles a few other curse words, this time much quieter. Sevika tightens her hold around your waist, nose rubbing into your shoulder with an odd tenderness, but she doesnât say anything else.
â°â¤ Youâre sniffling as you try to relax in her hold. Youâve given up the task of restarting your heart because you know that youâll never be able to truly calm down until youâre safely out of this elevator. But for the meantime, you try to distract yourself with the smell of Sevika, and the feeling of her pressed against you. You cling onto her like a raft in the middle of a storm, praying that she can continue to keep your worries at bay.
â°â¤ âSev,â You say again, voice shaking. âIâm really scared.â
â°â¤ âI know.âÂ
â°â¤ The elevator slips down a considerable amount, causing the both of you to lose your footing and nearly fall. Your scream melts into a gurgle of cries as Sevika curses lowly.
â°â¤ She lowers the both of you to the floor, hands attempting to steady you. The panic you feel is definitely taking over now.Â
â°â¤ âWeâre going to die.â You hiccup, eyes widening.Â
â°â¤ âDarling,â Sevika pauses. You almost believe that sheâs trying to gather more patience, and you canât blame her if she is. But the pause is too brief for you to know for sure. âWe arenât going to die. Heyââ
â°â¤ Her fingers are gingerly pinching your chin, urging you to meet her gaze. An air of passivity rolls off of her. âCan you breathe with me? Youâre hyperventilating.â Her brows begin to furrow. âI canât have you passing out on me, you know.â
â°â¤ âWe won't make it out of here.â
â°â¤ Her lips fix into a thin line, âDo you trust me?â
â°â¤ Your reply is immediate, âYes.â
â°â¤ âCan you trust that I will make sure you get out of here safely?â Her palms begin to press against the sides of your face, holding you close to her. She strokes the apples of your cheek with her thumbs, expression pensive. âI've got you. IâŚâ She wets her lips, eyes flickering with an odd light. âI promise.â
â°â¤ A few stray tears escape your eyes, rolling down your face and onto her palms. You inhale a long shuddering breath as you nod, mouth souring everytime you think of your current predicament.
â°â¤ âOkay.â You rasp.Â
â°â¤ The both of you are a breath apart, huddled in one of the corners. That's when you realize that you're actually sitting in her lap.Â
â°â¤ âI just can't believe Iâm stuck here simply because I was wanting to use the 6th floor microwave.â Your eyes flicker shut, another wave of doom hitting you. âI just wanted some lasagna!â
â°â¤ Sevika laughs. âIf only you took the stairs.â
â°â¤ âI know, right? I don't usually because I'm lazy, but maybe-â
â°â¤ âI get that this is an emotional moment right now,â Shane grunts. âBut does anyone have a bottle or something? I really need to piss.â
â°â¤ Your nose crinkles. Ew.
â°â¤ Sevika grinds her jaw. âYou will keep your pants on, or so help me GodâŚâ
â°â¤ âOkay, okay. I got it.â
â°â¤ You clear your throat, shifting in her lap and glancing at Shane. He has his left leg crossed over his right, legs tense and face seemingly straining with concentrated effort. A vein is bulging out of his neck and sweat is gathering around his forehead again.
â°â¤ âTell me another one of your lame jokes.â Sevika whispers, completely disregarding him and squeezing you closer to her.
â°â¤ The shift in conversation feels like emotional whiplash.Â
â°â¤ Everything about today has been weird. You never thought a day would come where you're actually sitting in her lap, and being comforted in the most gentle way.
â°â¤ But then again, you never anticipated getting stuck in an elevator with her soâŚ
â°â¤ âThey are not lame.â You refute, feigning offense. âThey're dad jokes.â
â°â¤ âOkay, well...â Her attention zeroes in on your nose. One of her hands raises, brushing at it before inspecting a small fuzzy and flicking it away. âTell me one of them.â
â°â¤ Your blink in thought, scanning your brain for one that you haven't told her yet. It's starting to become hard to decipher which jokes you have and haven't shared with Sevika, especially as the months continue to carry on. You fear that you'll run out of them sooner than youâd like to (at least the funny ones) and then you won't know how else to entertain her.Â
â°â¤ âWhat do you call a fake noodle?â
â°â¤ Her forehead scrunches as she ponders on a possible answer.Â
â°â¤ A slow smile curves at your lips while you mutter, âAn impasta.â
â°â¤ You can practically see the gears in her brain shifting before she registers the pun. Her lips are puffy from constantly being chewed on when they pull into a playful scowl. The tiniest wrinkles appear along the slope of her nose as she scrunches it, eyes peering at you through narrowed slits.
â°â¤ âYou're ridiculous.â
â°â¤ That causes you to laugh, heart warming at the slight annoyance in her voice. âRidiculously funny and charming? Sure.â
â°â¤ â...Oh my god.â
â°â¤ âYou love my jokes, just admit it.â
â°â¤ âSweetheartâŚThey're not actually yours. I know you google them.â
â°â¤ â It's my delivery though. No one delivers jokes better than I do. It takes actual skill.â
â°â¤ âSomehow, I find that hard to believe.â
â°â¤ â...There's the timing you have to consider and the vocal inflection.â Your hands fall down her arms, resting in your lap as they tug on one another. âIt involves real artistry.â
â°â¤ âHow dumb of me to think otherwi-â
â°â¤ âOh, thank you! God! Thank you!â
â°â¤ You jump at Shaneâs outburst, examining the way he stands to his feet, a grin breaking across his face. Heâs pointing at the elevator doors, which are now closing. A low hum fills the air. Soon after, the sound of cogs becomes louder and the elevator begins moving.
â°â¤ You and Sevika startle at the sudden shift, moment now broken. When you peer at her, she's smiling softly, grey irises drinking in every one of your features.Â
â°â¤âI told you weâd be okay.â She says.
â°â¤You're too relieved to properly respond, allowing her to help you stand up instead.Â
â°â¤ The intercom beeps and a voice says, "Rescue team here. Please remind us how many people are there with you?"
â°â¤ âIf you feel any sort of stress from today, please don't hesitate to use this number.â Cam says as he shoves a business card into your hand.
â°â¤ You roll your eyes. âIâll be fine. I swear.â
â°â¤ âThere's no shame in using the services, I promise. Just input your employee number and the company code on the website and itâllââ
â°â¤ âCam,â Your left hand reaches up to squeeze his shoulder. You make sure to hold his gaze. âIâm totally fine now, I promise. Iâll admit that it shook me up a little, because it felt like we were going to be stuck in there forever. But everything's okay.â
â°â¤ He scans your face, searching for any sign that you're being untruthful. When he doesn't find any, he nods smally. âGo home.â His stare becomes stern. âTake it easy for the next few days.â
â°â¤ âCamââ
â°â¤ âIâm serious! If you go back to your office for the rest of the day, Iâll take a deduction from your wages.â
â°â¤ You roll your eyes, âThat doesnât sound legal.â
â°â¤ âIâm sorry, I can't hear you anymore.â He shrugs his shoulders, pacing a few steps backwards. âI have meetings to attend now.â He doesn't allow you to object, adding, âHave a good weekend, kid,â before turning around and leaving the room.
â°â¤ It hasn't been long since youâve been rescued from the elevatorâmaybe 30 minutes, at most. Cam made his way over to the three of you once he received notice of everything. You feel relatively fine. The medics accessed you first, since you seemed to be the most shaken up when they arrived. And ever since they finished, Cam has somehow convinced himself that you, Shane and Sevika should take the rest of the day off.
â°â¤ He also seemed adamant about offering you the free therapy services that your company provides, hence the business card in your hand. But you feel like it might be a desperate gesture to cover his ass. Surely, this isn't the first time that someone's been stuck in the elevator while on the clock.
â°â¤ The medic team seems to just be finishing their assessment with Sevika and Shane now. You stand off to the side, watching helplessly, as Sevika sits in a chair and chats casually with a buff paramedic woman.Â
â°â¤ The three of you were momentarily moved to a nearby conference room when rescued from the elevator. One of the office supervisors said it was to give you all a space to âwind down and decompress.â But you're pretty sure it's because the company is trying to gloss over the elevator incident.Â
â°â¤ The door to the conference room opens and you're met with the familiar face of Kai. Their eyes are wideâfranticâas they scan the area.Â
â°â¤ âDude,â They gasp, attention on Sevika. âYou won't believe the stuff that's circulating the office right nowâŚit's some crazy shit!â
â°â¤ Then theyâre grabbing one of the chairs closest to Sevika, plopping down in it. âAre you guys okay? Seriously, what the fuck happened?â
â°â¤ âWe were stuck in that stupid contraption.â Shane butts in. âWe could have died and they only care about giving us PTO and a stupid link to telehealth.â
â°â¤ It's the first time you've heard him talk since stepping off of the elevator.Â
â°â¤ âI missed my damn appointment and the fee Iâll get charged is ridiculous,â He slams his hand on the table, fingers spreading out against the surface and jaw grinding. âIâm gonna sue these motherfuckers.â
â°â¤ Surrounding medics have been slowly packing up their equipment, but they momentarily freeze at the sound of Shane's threat. The one closest to Sevika lifts an eyebrow, expression bemused as she pockets her phone.Â
â°â¤ âIâm not sure if you can do that, Shane.â Kai quirks. Their eyes dance with humor as they swallow a chuckle.
â°â¤ âIâm 62. I can do whatever the hell I want!â
â°â¤ Kai nods, slightly taken aback. âTouchĂŠ.â
â°â¤ Shane grumbles under his breath, standing to his feet with the help of a nearby medic. Heâs slightly hunched over, gripping the lower part of his back while he hobbles to the entrance door.
â°â¤ âBye Shane!â You call.
â°â¤ He waves you off irritably, not bothering to turn around and give you a proper farewell.
â°â¤ âAnd they said you fainted when the rescue team came,â Kai turns to you, expression morphing into something kinder. You think you see their eyes travel to Sevika for a split second, but you conclude that itâs just your overactive imagination. âHow are you feeling now?â
â°â¤ You laugh incredulously, âDo people just live to gossip here? That was barely an hour ago.â
 â°â¤ âIt's not like there's much else to do around these parts,â Kai grins wickedly. âBesides the scandalous office romances that people chat about. But that's old news. This is the most exciting thing weâve had since Christmas!â
â°â¤ You laugh harder, hands coming up to rest against your cheeks as you work through your shock. âThat's one way to put it.â
â°â¤ The three of you are alone now since the last two medics managed to slip out of the room inconspicuously. And now it's harder to escape the overwhelming fatigue that looms in the air. Secretly, you thank Cam for giving you the rest of the day off.
â°â¤ âI have to get back soon. Iâm supposed to be meeting the Amazon delivery driver in t minus one minute.âÂ
â°â¤ âOh my god,â Sevika rumbles, shoving her friend out of their seat. âGo do your job.â
â°â¤ âYes maâam.â Kai wipes their hands on their jeans, leaning down and kissing Sevika on the cheek before ruffling her hair. âIâm glad you didn't like, die or anything, loser.â
â°â¤ Sevika merely grunts.
â°â¤ Kai winks at you, âBye lovebirds!â
â°â¤ And then there were two.Â
â°â¤ You carefully pivot to face the herculean woman a few feet away from you. The crease between her brows, even though heavily prevalent when Kai was here many seconds ago, are now gone. She stares at you for a beat, lower lip caught between her teeth and hands drumming against the muscles of her thighs.Â
â°â¤ âSorry about Kai. They're a bit childish sometimes.â Sevika mutters. But despite her words, you can tell she thinks fondly of Kai.Â
â°â¤ âI like them.â You find yourself admitting. âTheyâre funny.â
â°â¤ âTheyâre annoying.â
â°â¤ Her lips twitch into the smallest hint of a grin. Your own smile grows and subsequently, her eyelids flutter. In the midst of today's chaos and fading professionalism, the heart of something tender passes between the both of you. The air cracks and sparks fly. It's fleetingâbut it's there.
â°â¤ Her throat jostles as she swallows, âHow are you feeling?âÂ
â°â¤ There's an unmistakable burn within you that her question creates. âIâm better than before.âÂ
â°â¤ Her eyes trail down your body, then back up to your face. You assume that it's a mistake. But then her gaze wanders again, and this time it's for longer. This time, it has more intent. Your stomach flips.
â°â¤ Her lips barely move when she responds, âGood.â
â°â¤ You sense the moment slipping away, and a tiny part of your brain nudges you to leave the room and go home. God-forbid Cam stumbles back in and sees that you're still here. But for some reason, you hover.
â°â¤ âThanks for earlier, by the way,â Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and your hands are growing clammy. âFor helping me and stuff.â
â°â¤ And stuff.
â°â¤ You're not sure if thanking her for the other stuff is appropriate, considering you were practically straddling her and holding onto her in ways that's crossed many, many lines. But that seems to be the ongoing trend between you and Sevika; you cross too many lines with her.
â°â¤ âNo need to be thanking me.âÂ
â°â¤ You shrug, â...Was still kind of you.â
â°â¤ Her lips rub together and that's when you realize how soft they look. A small hum escapes her and you watch inquisitively as she opens her mouth.Â
â°â¤ But then nothing comes out, leaving her with a slack jaw and gaping mouth. Your brows start to furrow, chest tightening while several more beats pass and Sevika remains dazed.Â
â°â¤ A whooshing sound fills the air due to the AC turning on. Dust particles begin to circulate around you, and your ankles are tickled by the new draft blowing from the vents.
â°â¤ âIs everything okay?â You try to keep the worry out of your voice, but the shift in her is abrupt.
â°â¤ Her eyes cloud over with something indescribable, a sense of apprehension rolling off of her in thick waves.Â
â°â¤ âUm,â Her words drag and her eyes dart away from you. They settle on an empty space between you and the nearby wall. Her body is completely rigid, as if the floor will give out at any moment. âWould you ever want to hang out?â
â°â¤ Your heart crawls up the walls of your esophagus, beating with all of itâs might.
â°â¤ You shift your feet, then tug at your fingers.
â°â¤ âLike, outside of work?â She clarifies. She dodges your eyes, settling on the other details of you instead; like your restless feet and your fidgeting hands.
â°â¤ âYouâd want to do that?â
â°â¤ âWell,â She gives you a sidelong glance. âI wouldn't be asking you if I didn't.â
â°â¤ Your internal debate resolves and your smile stretches wideâso wide that you think your cheeks are becoming sore.
 â°â¤ âOh,â Your voice is barely above a whisper, so you have to clear your throat. âOkay. Well, I want to also.â
â°â¤ She mirrors you and breaks into a silly grin, gap visible and nose wrinkling.Â
â°â¤ âJust let me know when,â You add. âAnd Iâll be down.âÂ
â°â¤ âHow about Saturday?â
â°â¤ âUmâwow. I didn't know you meant so soon. Will Kai be okay with you choosing the day on their behalf?â
â°â¤ Her eyebrows shoot up. âKai?âÂ
â°â¤ âYeah, have you even asked ifâŚâ Oh.
â°â¤ Oh.
â°â¤ Your gut ignites at the revelation.
â°â¤ The greys in her irises darken an alluring shade.Â
â°â¤ âOkay,â You nod, understanding completely now. She doesn't need to say anything more for you to realize the full weight of her offer.
â°â¤ God.
â°â¤ Oh God.
â°â¤ You've dreamt about this moment for months but you never thought itâd actually come true.
â°â¤ âOkay,â She parrots. âIt's a date, then?â
â°â¤ Your toes curl inside your shoes. Nodding enthusiastically, you confirm, âDefinitely.â
â°â¤Â You never are the type to enjoy the action of driving cars.
â°â¤ Itâs mostly to do with the fact that your life could very well be in someone elseâs hands. The likelihood of surviving another day without being in a car accident feels like sheer luck sometimes.Â
â°â¤ But your road anxiety is heightened even more as you brave the heavy city traffic, trying not to pee your pants at the idea of being near Sevika in less than an hour.
â°â¤ You exhale, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel restlessly. Why is this taking so long?
â°â¤ After ages of waiting, youâre finally able to get to the other side of town. Itâs quieter here and far less busy. Sevika texted you the suggestion this morning and you immediately agreedâthe quieter, the better.
â°â¤ But your heart stops when you find yourself parked in front of a towering brownstone building, with multi-story terraces and sleek black protective gates. The streets are nearly empty and the distant chirp of birds fill the air.
â°â¤ Your lips are pulling into a frown when you look at your phone screen, reading, You have arrived at your destination for the nth time.
â°â¤ Swiping away from the GPS app, you allow your thumbs to click on Sevikaâs contact number.Â
â°â¤ Two rings sound before she answers, âHello?â
â°â¤ âHiââ You crane your neck to look out of your window. âI think Iâm here? Iâm not sure where your place exactly is though...â
â°â¤ You hear shuffling on the other line along with the soft hum of music. Then you see movement from a window on the second floor. Curtains are pushed aside and a familiar figure comes into view. The sliding glass of the terrace door is pushed open, and sheâs sticking her head out, scanning the row of cars lined up along the street.Â
â°â¤ âOh,â You breathe, heart stuttering. âNevermind. I see you.â
â°â¤ You remain seated in your car, like an idiot, while her eyes lock with yours.
â°â¤ Then she grins, which is a heartbreakingly beautiful thing to witness.Â
â°â¤ âSorry for being late,â You rasp into the receiver, eyes never leaving hers. âI got stuck in traffic.â
â°â¤ âYouâre two minutes late, sweetheart.â Her voice is thick with amusement. âThatâs hardly anything to fuss about.â
â°â¤ The following stretch of nothing is almost too painful to bear. Something is holding you back from stepping out of the car. Whether it be fear or nerves, you canât really tell. All you know is that this feels like uncharted territory.Â
â°â¤ âIâll come down and get you,â She says. You nod. She disappears into her apartment and the line goes dead.
â°â¤ The air of Sevikaâs apartment smells overwhelmingly like her: woodsy with a hint of apple cinnamon. Your shoes click against the floorboard when she guides you through the doorway, knuckles brushing against your forearm and leaving a fire in its wake.Â
â°â¤ âThis is me.â Her voice is soft around the lock of the deadbolt and chain guard. Thereâs a lowly dimmed lamp hanging from the ceiling, a coat rack placed in the corner and a sitting bench to your left. She looks over slowlyâhesitantly; as if sheâs trying to gauge your reaction.
â°â¤ You find yourself swallowing thickly as youâre smacked with another smell of her.Â
â°â¤ When you donât respond, she toes out of her shoes, movements quiet and swift. Silently, you follow her lead. She gathers your boots with hers and positions them underneath the sitting bench.Â
â°â¤ âThis way,â She mumbles. You allow her to side-step, walking down the hall and toward a connecting room, where you faintly see a burgundy living room set. The walk down the corridor almost feels too quick, since you keep getting distracted by the countless art and picture frames lined up on her wall. You realize that the walls appear to be so decorated that you donât see much of the paint.Â
â°â¤ Her living room appears to be similar, littered with different pieces of art and photographs that you could stare at for hours if given the chance. The atmosphere is tranquil but the furniture and color scheme is deliberate and poised. The ceiling is much higher than yours and the windows are fairly large. Much of the interior is splashed with dark velvety hues of red and purple.Â
â°â¤ Two brimming bookshelves stretch to the ceiling, lined with countless collections of CDs and novels. The brick fireplace is already lit and emmenates a warm glow around the room. Sevikaâs gaze is clear and level when you peer at her. And her eyebrows lift inquisitively.Â
â°â¤ âItâsâŚâ Your voice cracks, causing you to clear your throat. âThis is really nice.âÂ
â°â¤ Her head is tilted, eyes squinting ever-so-slightly with a nature that is purely meditative; as if sheâs trying to pick out any signs of dishonesty. The burning sensation of her dissection is potent. Your mouth pools with saliva as the seconds tick by.
â°â¤ A low whistle escapes you as you try to compensate for the tension. âWhy so quiet?â Your legs shuffle.
â°â¤ She licks her lips and hums. âJust trying to make sure this is okay.â
â°â¤ âWhat?â Your eyebrows are furrowing.
â°â¤ She gestures at your surroundings, âThis. My homeâat least, that youâre comfortable being here. If you prefer to spend time in a more public place, thenâŚâ
â°â¤ âOh.â Your features relax. Sheâs trying to be polite. âNo. This is fine, Sev. Iâm always comfortable around you.â You wipe your sweaty palms against the material of your pants.Â
â°â¤ Her eyes follow the movement of your hands, before they linger on the lower half of your body for the tenth of a second while her jaw flexes. You gaze at her with growing anticipation due to the dead silence. She takes a long inhale through her nose, refocusing her attention back to your eyes with what seems like a great deal of concentration.Â
â°â¤ A shaky smile spreads across your lips. You travel over to one of the nearby bookshelves, which holds a CD player thatâs currently playing a smooth jazz solo. You have to find something to doâanythingâother than stand there and grow lustful under her pressing gaze.Â
â°â¤ âYou have quite a collection,â You begin.
â°â¤ Your back is turned to her as you look through the cases that are neatly stacked together. Despite being covered with clothing, the skin of your back grows hot, as if her gaze is seeping straight through the material of your shirt.
â°â¤ âA lot of them were my parents. They loved collecting music.â
â°â¤ You don't have the heart or gall to mention the past-tense reference of her parents. Instead, you nod.Â
â°â¤ You feel like you're hypervigilant to everything about her in that moment. The sound of her weight traveling across the carpet becomes heightened, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand when you see her shadow appearing out of the corner of your eye. When you look towards your left, you struggle to contain the zoo that rips through your stomach. She's close. Very close.
â°â¤ Her shoulders brush against yours while she reaches across you to turn down the stereo. "You can pick something else if you want," Her voice dips into something low and syrupy. "I don't know what type of music you like." Then she's walking away. Your eyes follow her as she disappears into another room. "Are you thirsty?"
â°â¤ "I'll listen to practically anything as long as it's not country." You shuffle through the CD's, stopping when a particular one catches your eye. A classic. "What do you have?"
â°â¤ Once you've replaced the CD with one of your choice, you mosey into the other room to join her. It's a kitchen, fairly minimalist compared to the living room, and painted with nearly all black decor. The sight of Sevika standing there is unfamiliar. Her hair is tied up in a half up half down, small tendrils escaping and brushing against the sides of her face. Her nose is wrinkled, eyes squinted and lip rolled inwards.
â°â¤ She leans most of her weight onto her hands, which are resting on the surface of the kitchen island. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and attention is focused acutely on a book that's sitting on the counter. Something savory wafts in the air and you spy a stove behind her that seems to be emanating an exceptional amount of warmth.
â°â¤ "Um," you mumble. "Is everything okay?"
â°â¤ Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, at first holding something distant, before they cloud over with an undeniable light. Her hands tighten into fists, pressing against the marble countertop before she relaxes them. Then she's standing upright, one arm falling to her side while the other rubs against her forehead. "I'm..." Her words trail off as she glances at the watch on her wrist. "Fuck."
â°â¤ Then she's whipping around, opening the oven door. A small cloud of smoke appears.
â°â¤ "What are you cooking?" You close the distance between the two of you, swiping through the smoke before peering into the oven.
â°â¤ "Nothing anymore." She sighs. "It was supposed to beâ"
â°â¤ "Lasagna."
â°â¤ You reach for the oven mitts sitting on the nearby countertop, slipping them on before grabbing the deep-dish pan.
â°â¤ "I noticed you have it a lot." She continues. "I just thoughtâsince you seem to like it..."
â°â¤ You set it on the hot pads, inspecting the top layer of the pasta dish.
â°â¤ "Actually, it doesn't look too bad." You say. "It'll have to go back in, and we'll need to turn the heat down to 375, so that it cooks all the way through the layers without scorchiâ"
â°â¤ That's when it hits you.
â°â¤ "Wait," You abruptly right yourself, snapping your head towards her. She's already watching you, drinking in everything you were saying. Her eyebrows raise at your outburst. Hands still covered in mittens, you're stepping around her, doing a double take at the book that's still open on the kitchen island. "Is that a cookbook?"
â°â¤ She doesn't immediately respond.
â°â¤ When you crane you neck to get a better look, you're barely registering the words Classic Homemade Lasagna Recipe before her large hand abruptly lands on the book with a loud smack! Her fingers are outstretched, keeping you from being able to see majority of what's written. But it's too late, your assumption has already been proven right.
â°â¤ The book is shut before you can say anything else. She opens an overhead cupboard, sliding it in there with one quick motion.
â°â¤ "Oh my god," You fight off a wave of giggles, lips stretching into a wide grin. "That was definitely a cookbook."
â°â¤ She brushes a few loose hairs out of her face and chooses to avoid your gaze.
â°â¤ The stillness that follows is nearly unbearable. In the distance, you hear the current song from the CD player fading out. A car is honking from the street outside and the buzz of the AC comes on. You're still turned towards her, hands covered by her oven mitts and cheeks aching from the smile on your face. She continues to dodge you; resolute.
â°â¤ You can't contain your laughter anymore. It's bellows out of you like a songbird breaking free from its cage. That seems to finally draw her attention, and wills her to glance at you. Upon locking eyes, slowly, she smiles an equally warm grin.
â°â¤ And just like that, the elastic band of tension that existed all evening snaps.
â°â¤ Her laughter quickly follows yours, deeper and soothing and just as beautiful as the last time you heard it. Her rigid stance melts away and her fingers relax.
â°â¤ "Sev, whyâ" You wet your lips. "You didn't have to go out of your way to a get recipe and make this. I would have been fine with take-out."
â°â¤ "Kai sent me the link to the cookbook yesterday and I figured why not. It was only $20," She rolls her eyes. "Plus it has better reviews than the lasagna recipes I was looking at online."
â°â¤ The cookbook was only $20.
â°â¤ Adrenaline courses through your veins from such an implication. Sevika bought a cookbook just to make one of your favorite foods. No one's ever done something like that for you before.
â°â¤ No one's ever paid close enough attention to even notice your love for lasagna.
â°â¤ The way Sevika always manages to nonchalantly flatter you will forever be something you struggle to fathom.
â°â¤ You're biting the inside of your cheek, trying your best to contain your buzzing excitement as you place the pan back into the oven. Your back remains turned to her, stomach flipping and fingers nimble.
â°â¤ "This is very kind of you to do," You find yourself muttering.
â°â¤ "I mean," The sound of her body weight shifting is subtle. "It's our first date. It's the least I could do."
â°â¤ "Still kind."
â°â¤ You don't allow yourself to brush over one of her many kind gestures. You don't allow yourself to take any of this for granted. Sevika has been very good to you, especially in a world where people haven't been in the past. Often times, she's been more than just your friendly coworker.
â°â¤ Whether she wants to admit it or not, she's the one who's actually a sweetheart.
â°â¤ "Why don't you like to accept my compliments?" You inquire. You take off her oven mitts, setting them on a nearby counter-space before turning around. Droplets of perspiration trickle down your forehead and the back of your neck. You wipe them away with the palm of your hand, stepping away from the searing hot oven and towards her.
â°â¤ Sevika is resting against the kitchen island, arms crossed over her chest and eyes solely fixed on you. You don't miss the way her jaw flexes as you come closer. But you choose to ignore it, positioning yourself to where your right hip is pressed against the island cupboards, just off of Sevika's left shoulder.
â°â¤ "Because most of the time, I'm not doing anything extraordinary." She wrinkles her nose. "It's the bare minimum, actually."
â°â¤ "Well," You almost come to a standstill as you rack your brain for an appropriate response. "I still appreciate it."
â°â¤ That's when you send her a smile. Similar to an innate feeling, you expect her to return the gesture, since there's never really been a time that Sevika hasn't.
â°â¤ But the seconds continue to stretch and her smile never appears.
â°â¤ Her lips part and her throat bobs as she swallows thickly. You don't think you've seen her eyes look so lucid before.
â°â¤ A part of you wants to be consumed by her. You want her to have you; in whatever way that would mean for her. You'd be happy with any scenario. But another part also wants you to remain present in this moment; to fully cling onto every moment that passes with you in her presence. It's a heartbreakingly beautiful conundrum to be in.
â°â¤ "The bare minimum barely checks off the list. You know that, right?" Her voice is firm during this wake of silence. Assertive. Strong. But her words manage to undue something within you; something you didn't even know was tightly wound to begin with. "You deserve to receive so much more than the bare minimum from someone. And you deserve to not have to thank them for that."
â°â¤ She says it with such conviction that you almost believe that she's been thinking about this for a while.
â°â¤Hearing those words nearly break you.
â°â¤ They're arguably obvious. But despite how much the general public likes to make instagram captions and TedTalks about it, you've never really been told this before. Not directly. Not with such certainty.
â°â¤ "And," She wets her lips, eyes darting away from you for the first time. "Of course I don't want to be too full on this soon. I'd like to think cooking you one of your favorite foods would give me a good start. But there'sâ" She's shaking her head with creases forming in between her brows. "...a lot more that I want to offer to you other than shitty lasagna."
â°â¤ You don't respond for a beat as you feel a new unspoken surge of energy igniting between you two. It's takes form as an invisible current, growing with each ticking second.
â°â¤ Her attention doesn't waver, remaining clear and steady and safe. You find it hard to breathe with the careful way that she's studying you. Air pacts into your lungs at an alarming rate and your heart beats a mile a minute while your throat locks.
â°â¤ Your lips part. Then, "What else are you wanting to offer?"
â°â¤ You watch as she cards her fingers through her hair. There's a bounce to her silky locks that leads you to believe it's been very recently washed. If you step forward more, all you have to do is reach up to touch it. She's so close.
â°â¤ Incredibly close.
â°â¤ You don't know how it's happened but somewhere deep inside of you, where the abandoned and empty house of your life resided, a bright light has been ignited. Somehow, that house is no longer empty. It's no longer cold. Sevika has managed to cast an exceptional amount of life into you.
â°â¤ Everything becomes watery at the revelation; her black marble countertops, her crème colored button-up, the swirling grey of her irises. It's all blurry. You struggle to blink away your welling tears.
â°â¤ How typical of you to get emotional during a time like this...
â°â¤ Sevika doesn't reply. She just peers at you with an expression that makes her look as if she's short circuiting. The air is warm, with the oven being heated to a scorching 375 degrees just a few feet away. It's warm and Sevika doesn't falter in managing to unravel you from her regard. It's warm, and your hands are reaching out. It's warm because it's her. She's the warmth.
â°â¤ Your hands stop mid-reach, hovering in the air as she fleetingly glances at them. Your pulse thumps against the side of your neck; eyelids fluttering. "What else?" You press. A gentle nudge. A plead.
â°â¤ You need to hear her say it; for the sake of confirming that everything is requited.
â°â¤ She closes the rest of the distance by grabbing your hands with hers. They're larger and wrap around yours without any extra effort. The gesture is small. But it somehow still causes your legs to nearly give out. She tugs you, urging you closer. You stumble as you give into her magnetic pull. But you're too caught up in all that she is to truly feel embarrassed by it.
â°â¤ "I want to offer you everything good." Sevika states it firmly; earnestly. "I don't feel that with people very often. But you," She squeezes your hands, puffing out a heavy exhale. Her breath brushes over your face, minty and enticing. "...I'd do anything to bring goodness into your life."
â°â¤ "You already have." The lump in your throat explodes, almost blowing it out completely. Your voice is hoarseâthick with emotion.
â°â¤ Her breathing becomes shaky and her mouth falls open. You watch as shock transforms itself onto her features.
â°â¤ "Seeing you everyday in that stuffy break room...getting to know you and being able to talk to you," You continue, head bowing as you try to gather your thoughts in a way that won't overwhelm her. "Those days rest with me right here." You bring both your hands and hers to rest against your chest. "I already hold a deep tenderness for you. And it's something that's only for you. Do you know that?"
â°â¤ She keenly follows your lips as you speak, leaning so closely now that her forehead grazes against yours. The movement is painstakingly subtle but it still makes your surroundings blacken. The feeling that takes over is close to a rebirth; like being pushed into the ocean by yourself and somehow resurfacing with Sevika fundamentally built into you.
â°â¤ And when she kisses you, you know, down to the marrow of your bones, that this is something holy. Teeth clatter and hunger intensifies. Her hands have found solace by clinging onto the rolls of your hips, digging into you, hooking you to her. Ink becomes imprinted onto your heart, screamingâscrawlingâSevikasevikasevikasevika endlessly.
â°â¤ She trembles slightly when you press against her; your hands resting against the firmness of her biceps. You reach for her further, never fully satiated, while your toes pull you upwards. Your neck cranes and your chest constricts from the way you desperately lean against her. You're chasing herâher mouth, her smell, her lips, her tasteâand she welcomes you with just as much desperation.
â°â¤ She's whispering, "...okay, okay," her voice a gentle echo. Her fingers curl into you, positively leaving marks. "I definitely know now."
â°â¤ Sevika transforms from warmth to burning heat at that moment. You cherish the feeling.
â°â¤ Somewhere, not too far away, a celestial body explodes.
â°â¤ When she's lifting your shirt off of you, the burgundy color of her duvet being lit by a bright moon shining through her window, that same feeling of your world revitalizing returns.
â°â¤ A mix of soft sighs and oh sweetheart and countless cresting follows. Your legs quiver and symphonies sound in your ears while she devours you as if you're her last meal.
â°â¤ "Don't stop," you continuously plead, drunk off of the beautiful disaster that such a person could cause.
â°â¤ She whispers into your skin, mouthingâkissingâand nipping, with a broken voice, "I won't. I promise."
â°â¤ I promise.
â°â¤ I promise.
â°â¤ I promise.
â°â¤ The headboard cracks. There's laughter, and snack breaks and savory kisses.
â°â¤ And when you're lapping into her with unadulterated vehemence, giving her everything that she wants to take, you promise too.
â°â¤ You'll promise everyday if she asks you to.
â°â¤ You'll promise until your life expiresâuntil the world ends. Until she decides that she doesn't want you anymore.
â°â¤ Long gone are the moments of uncertainty; of hesitancy.
â°â¤ After the both of you have recovered from chasing such a high, her arm remains draped over your waist, tugging you into her. She mumbles, "Stay," with a vulnerability that has you shaking your head before a beat of silence can pass.
â°â¤ "Always."
â°â¤ Another explosion emerges; this time larger. A supernova.
â°â¤ Your lips press against her throat. She shivers. Her grip tightens. The moon shines brighter.
â°â¤ Always.
#au writing#fanfic#arcane au#lesbian#arcane netflix#fluff#sevika#sevika x reader#piscespetals writing#sevika pls marry me#sevika imagine#sevika x y/n#arcane sevika#arcane women#coworkers to friends to lovers#foolish senseless desperate gay pinning#this took me two weeks to edit good grief
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Rare Matthew Lillard
#scream 1996#stu macher#matthew lillard#stu macher fanfiction#stu macher imagine#stu macher x reader#stu macher x y/n#stu matcher x you#scream franchise#scream movie#stu macher fluff#stu macher smut#shes all that#hackers#senseless#serial mom#thirteen ghosts#dead mans curve#the curve#animal room#scooby doo#summer catch#wing commander#mad love#fat kid rules the world
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Iâm actually so normal about how Matthew Lillard is sitting in this scene from senseless
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Dating Tim laflour head cannons
-meeting each other through Darryl since you had a class with Darryl which lead you to meeting Tim
-begging him to watch early 2000s movies with you (him agreeing because he loves you too much to say no)
-buying a bunch of junk food on movie nights
-watching hockey games with him
-always going to his hockey games or even just going to see him practice
-you calming him down when he gets way too rough during his hockey matches (because you donât want him getting hurt/injured)
-you guys being each other comfort person
-being each other emotional and physically support
-him doing acts of service to show his love (etc.words of affirmation,physical touch,quality time basically all the the love languages)
-him taking you to go ice skating as a date as you guys hold hand And if you donât know how to skate (Idk how to either đ)he holds onto you guiding you through the ice rink
-Roller skating through campus while cleaning up trash for community service together with Darryl
-him being little spoon all of the time (even if heâs literally a giant)
-having a key necklace to match with his lock chain/necklace
-wearing his hockey jersey or his misfits shirts to sleep
-him letting you wear his bracelets / accessories that he has
-stealing his beanies
-you and him getting matching star tattoos right above your guys waist
-helping with his poetry
-him bringing the best out of you
-always giving him compliments on his style
-him getting flustered and giving you checkt smiles
-calling him âbabeâ, âTimmyâ ,and âLoveâ
-playfully smacking him when he calls you âDog/Dawgâ
-always defending Tim because heâs too much of a sweetheart to argue also because he doesnât like getting yelled at
-him being one of the most caring persons youâll ever meet
-him having so much love for you
-taking naps at his apartment after classes
-admiring his piercings on his face when heâs taking naps on you as you run your fingers through his hair
-you and Tim always teasing Darryl
Note/rant:I love senseless especially because it has Marlon Wayan and Matthew Lillard đ I just love any Wayan brothers movies (especially white chicks) and I love anything that has Matthew in it. He just brings me so much comfort.Tim definitely has to be my favorite roles that Matthew plays
#tim laflour#tim laflour x reader#senseless 1998#matthew lillard#stu matcher x you#stu macher#stu matcher x reader#stu matcher imagine#Tim laflour seness#Tim laflour x you
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vastly underutilised aspect of mdzs is that lwj, at the time wwx attended the cr lectures, had already progressed past any need for lqr's lessons
the whole reason wangxian end up attending classes together is because lqr wanted lwj there to set an example to wwx
it's also because of lqr that wangxian spend so much time in the library together.
in the end lqr regrets this choice (and lwj stops attending the lectures)
obviously wangxian would have happened regardless because, well, wangxian. but i like to imagine that the possibility that his decisions led to all that keeps lqr up at night.
#tfw the teacher sits you next to the loud kid to be a good influence but you just end up wanting to fuck him senseless đ#mdzs#im imagining lqr discussing over tea the best strategy to overcome the Greatest Threat to the Jianghu & Dark Mark Upon His Teaching Career#that is Wei Ying#and lwj is just sitting there like [wants to non con wwx so bad]
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um kit and ty in an infirmary at some point in twp????
anyone else certain we will get this scene? bc ik i am
#and i also know it will wreck me eternally#like imagine how angsty that shit will be#imagine if it's kit who gets injured#and ty sits by his bed all night#worried senseless#and he's so scared he'll lose him (again)#but this time for good#and then kit wakes up and they just hug for what feels like hours#and and-#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#kit x ty#kitty#the last king of faerie#the wicked powers#tlkof#twp#tsc
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;; Sweet Kiwi wanna give you something better than this
Summary:Â Anders doesn't shy away from a hookup, not even while you're on your period. Kinks & Tropes: menstruation, use of feminine hygiene products (menstrual cup), oral sex, blood, porn without plot, friends with benefits/situationship Word Count:Â 2k+ Inspired by this gif set.
Choking you in the back of your throat was something caught between a moan and a sigh. It sat there, suffocating what wouldnât have been your last breath as the warmth of Anderâs kiss blossomed over your shirt. Your mind dizzied at the feeling of his large hands on either side of your waist, pushing up the thin fabric so you could feel his lips against the delicate flesh just above the button of your jeans. And it was there the sound finally escaped you. It was a pathetic, disappointed sigh as you threw your head back against the pillows of your bed. You had to stop him there.Â
âEverything okay?â Anders muttered against your flesh, refusing to draw away, even as your hands left his hair to cover your face with both hands.Â
âDefine okay.â You tensed at your own words, your body near trembling at the way his lips dragged over your skin as he spoke.Â
Physically, you felt more than okay. Your heart was racing in the depths of your chest, and your skin was heated in all the best ways from what you were sure was almost thirty minutes of kissing and grinding. Your hormones were going wild. Demanding to be fucked, to feel the pleasure of release - a release that Anders could so pathetically give you with nothing more than the touch of his fingers against your clit. It was enough to leave you reeling, your body so desperate for more. But you wouldnât let yourself have it.Â
You couldnât.Â
There were so many things you had told yourself you wouldnât do - including having Anders come over at all - but your will was weak, but it had to be strong now. It couldnât go any further than it had already. Not when the only thing you should have inside you was the menstrual cup you had inserted seconds before he was knocking at your front door.Â
If he was your boyfriend, maybe it would be different. Maybe then the prospect of him touching you the way you wanted to be touched wouldnât make you cringe. But he was just a guy you fucked. He didnât sign up for that-
âDid I do something?â Anders pressed when your silence hung heavily in the room.Â
You could feel his fingers stroking over your hit bone, leaving your head dizzy with lust. Maybe he could- NO, no. There would be no compromise. You had to tell him the truth, walk him to the door and wait for him to text you. But the text wouldnât come because you were sure he would be completely disgusted by even the prospect of fucking you while you were on your period.Â
âI should have told you, so you didnât have to drive all the way down here,â you sighed, and you could feel the heat of your cheeks as they turned pink with embarrassment, âbut Iâm on my period-â
Anders didnât move. He just lay there, his body between your legs and chin resting over your stomach that once ached with the cramps of your menstruation, but only now ached for more. More pleasure. More of him. He seemed unphased - or maybe even petrified. But then his pale gaze rose, and you watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a devilish grin.Â
âAnd?â was all he asked you, his hot breath washing over the exposed flesh of your stomach.Â
Your core clenched.Â
âAndâŚâ you swallowed hard, your mouth going dry.Â
You were sure he would have recoiled away from you the moment you told him. But he wasnât running⌠yet. Shutting your eyes tight, your hands reached out and gripped at the flimsy fabric of your sheets. You gripped them so tight you thought you might tug the sheet corners off the mattress as you tried to muster every ounce of restraint that you could. Yet, you were failing - fumbling over every word as it fell from your tongue. âAnd Iâm so fucking horny the room is spinning, but thatâs not your problem.â
You bit your lip hard, the pressure a distraction from the chaos in your mind as you waited for the weight of his body to shift on the bed. Your eyes remained shut, and your grip on the sheets remained so tight you finally felt one corner RubberBand away from the mattress, snapping only a few inches before it stilled. But that was the only movement you felt until the slow drag of finger tips tickled over your flesh. Then, the button of your jeans flicked open with nothing more than his thumb and forefinger and it left you gasping, shooting upright as if you were on the very verge of death and you had suddenly found life again.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you gasped, eyes wide and your hair falling down into your face from the sudden forward motion of your body.Â
âWhat I came here to do.â
You choked on the very air you were meant to breathe.Â
âAnders,â was all you could manage from your lips as his hand sprawled over your stomach, his warm touch keeping you from scrambling out of bed at the mere thought of him between your legs.Â
âYouâre acting like this doesnât happen to you every month,â his words were laced with a laugh as he looked up at you, still laying between your legs, his face a little too close to the hem of your panties for you to relax back onto the bed.Â
âThis doesnât happen to me every month,â you spoke pointedly. You did your best to schedule your dick appointments around your period, not during, but your own desperation had failed you.Â
âYouâre right,â he hummed, still unmoving save for his finger that stroked over the waistband of your panties slowly, âyou never call me for an entire week every month. You donât text either. You just hide away from me, alone, so fucking horny the room spins.â
You want to slap him for saying that, but all you could do was lay there, slack jawed and in awe that he was still there, toying with you.Â
âYouâre not grossed out?â your nose wrinkled as you asked the question.Â
He shook his head simply in response, his hands gripping at your tight jeans that had been your only sense of security. He tore them away so effortlessly that your stomach leapt up into your throat, leaving you laying in bed in front of him in your shirt and panties almost awkwardly.Â
You felt far from sexy, your stomach bloated to the point of the impression of your jeans being left behind. And that wasnât the only part of you that felt bubbled up like a balloon. Your face physically hurt from the zit you had tried to conceal, but you were sure the makeup had become wiped away from the sloppy kisses that you could still feel across your face. But his smile continued to reassure you as his hand dragged down over the angle of your hip to rest over your pelvis so that his thumb pressed firm against your clit.Â
You whimpered.Â
Anders smiled.Â
âI can grab a towel,â he offered, and you shook your head quickly.Â
âNo, no,â you breathed out. âIâm going to come so pathetically fast we wonât need it. Iâll just blow you afterâŚâÂ
It was an offer you knew he couldnât reuse, his bright eyes seeming to become even brighter as his thumb moved in slow circles that left you feeling like a jack-in-a-box ready to pop.Â
âYou arenât going to make a mess?â his brow quirked, and his tone gentle as he spoke to you. If he said it in any other tone, your stomach would have fallen and you would have recoiled away from him. But Anders was so careful, so gentle with his words, that you shook your head in response. You wouldnât so much as lose a drop thanks to your menstrual cup. Your many nights of masturbation had taught you that, but a lump still formed in your throat as he spoke, âGood, so I can take these pretty panties off you.â
The thin cotton dragged down the length of your legs as he pulled it from you. You could feel the warmth and security of it inching away. Down, down,down, until it was left to rest around one of your ankles. Then, all you could feel was Anders. The pad of his thumb pressed into your clit as it moved in lazy circles. The warmth of his breath as he lay too close to your cunt for your mind to be put at ease - that was, if you could manage a single thought. His touch put the spinning of the room to shame. You felt as if your body was in full motion as you lay there on the bed, your only movement the rise and fall of your hips to meet the movement of his hand.Â
He gave you no time to worry about the smell, or the mess that could happen if, somehow, your menstrual cup dislodged from the depths of your cunt. The pleasure of his touch forced every intrusive thought away. You felt only Anders, not the bed beneath you. You felt the heat of pleasure and his breath. Your core clenched, a soft moan consuming you as your hips rolled - only to whimper as his thumb was suddenly gone and in its place searing hot wetness that left you gasping.Â
Anders had delved right into you, his mouth coming down on your slit in a sloppy, heated kiss that left your legs trembling around his ears.Â
You cursed under your breath, his name all you could manage in an attempt to challenge him. But he silences you, his hands wrapping around your legs to pull himself in deeper. His nose dragged against your clit, his mouth feasting on your pleasure, and it left you reeling against the mattress. Your every breath was a symphony that filled the room, your moans growing louder and louder as the feeling of his slick tongue gliding through your core.Â
It should have made you sick - it should have made him sick too - to taste you. To have his face buried so fully between your thighs, but it only left your mind to spiral as you ground your cunt against his mouth. Your hands lurched out, knitting into his hair to help guide him as you remembered that night so long ago in New Jersey. That night he had skated past his bench, his white away jersey and his face so covered in the bright red crimson of blood. It had covered him from nose to chin. There had been so much of it you could see it on his teeth as he smiled and on his tongue as he so wildly stuck out his tongue like Gene Simmons at a KISS concert. The same tongue that was between your legs, feeling as your core flexed through an orgasm that left you moaning so hard your throat was left raw.Â
Not a single mess was made, save for the saliva that dripped off your clit and coated the inside of your thighs as he drew back, that same wild smile you had remembered on his features as he pulled away from you. And it left you so eager to return the favor that you didnât let yourself recover. Scrambling up, your hand found his shoulders, pushing him back to stand up at the end of the bed.Â
âTake your pants off.â Your words were an order, your hands quick to help him as you dropped to your knees. Your breathing was heavy, your mind still in a daze of need, as you dropped to your knees with every intention of making him cum with the embrace of your tongue, but if he insisted, after the magic he worked with his tongue, you were no longer opposed to letting him fuck you.Â
Taglist: @mp0625 , @starshine-hockey-girl
#anders lee#hockey rpf#hockey imagines#nhl rpf#hockey smut#nhl smut#nhl fanfic#nhl fanfiction#;; { i have no business writing this }#;; { but i needed a distraction }#;; { and senseless smut seemed like the route to go }#;; { i could have gotten a lot more disgusting with this but i kept it tame for you guys }#reader insert
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Tim Laflour x Reader
Summary; art student!reader asks Tim to pose for a drawing, sexual tension ensues
âYou want me to what?â Tim startles at your request and the blush on your face deepens.
âI know itâs a weird ask, but itâs for my figure drawing class,â you tell him.
âYou want me to pose nude for you,â he repeats and you nod. You know itâs a strange request for your best friend, but you desperately need a subject to draw and itâll be purely professional. At least thatâs what you keep telling yourself.
âYou donât have to be fully nude! Tasteful, really. Artfully draped fabric,â you explain with full puppy dog eyes, even though heâs already agreeing.
âOnly for you,â he grumbles, putting on a show of being put out about it.
âThank you!! Iâll get my stuff, set up on the couch!â You rush to gather your drawing kit as you leave Tim to prepare himself.
âReady?â You ask as you walk back in. Tim is waiting for you on the couch, a sheet pooled around his hips.
âAs Iâll ever be,â he laughs. You pull up a chair, setting up your small portable easel with your sketchbook and spreading out your various charcoal pencils and erasers.
You frown as you look up and see how awkwardly Tim is sitting on the couch. You give him directions on how to sit, but itâs still not right.
âCan I pose you?â You finally ask after a few minutes of unsuccessful maneuvering.
âYeah, sure,â he sounds nervous but you figure itâs just the nudity heâs nervous about.
After closing the curtains, you turn on a lamp for a more direct light source before moving to situate him. You start arranging his limbs much more gracefully than he was previously sitting. Heâs forced to lay on his side as you usher his legs up onto the cushions, propping his elbow on the arm of the couch. He rests his head on his hand as you arranged the sheet to drape well in the light while still covering his modesty. You school your features into carefully neutrality as your hand accidentally brushes against him through the sheet, not willing to give away how much it had affected you. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin and all you wanted to do was touch. The light casts shadows against the dips of his muscles formed from years of hockey practices, while his broad shoulders are starkly highlighted under the lamp. Taking his chin in hand, you tip his face toward the light with a small smile.
âYouâre so pretty,â you praise before you think better of it. Watching the way the blush on his cheeks spreads down his neck to his chest is worth your embarrassment at letting that slip from your mouth. You turn and sit behind your sketch pad, pretending you hadnât said anything.
Unbeknownst to you, Tim was having a small crisis in his head. It had taken all of his willpower and several unfortunate thoughts to keep from pitching a tent in the sheet as you were arranging it, and once you called him pretty and looked at him like that, he knew he was done for. He stays as still as he can while youâre staring at him while you draw. Heâs seen you draw before, but youâve never looked like this. Youâre looking at him like heâs actually a work of art and heâs not sure how long he can take it. He sincerely hopes you wonât notice that heâs been half hard since you touched him. Heâs doing everything he can to will away his hard on but watching you stare at him like that is ruining his resolve. Deep in thought, the end of your pencil finds itâs way between your teeth as you give his body a once over and he feels himself twitch. Your soft intake of breath alerts him that you definitely noticed and he wishes the ground would swallow him whole.
âSo how do you like it?â You ask casually as you continue drawing, his mind clawing its way out of the panicked, horny rabbit hole it had fallen down to try and answer you.
âI- what?â He asks dumbly, your smirk hidden from him behind your paper. You could tell he was getting riled up, the tent under the sheet growing by the second.
âModeling, you seem to be enjoying it,â you say neutrally, your double entendre not lost on either of you.
âY-yeah, itâs alright. I donât think Iâd want to do it for anyone else,â he tells you, worrying his lip between his teeth. You can tell heâs embarrassed about getting hard in front of you, but you canât help teasing him a little more.
âYou sure? Seems like you like being looked at like this,â you smirk, confident in the strokes of your pencil and in your flirting.
âJust.. just by you,â he mumbles.
âYeah? I donât think I want you to model for anyone else either, want to keep you to myself. You look so good like this,â you hum, watching him struggle not to squirm under your gaze. You rise from your perch to walk towards him and he makes no move to get up.
âYou can get dressed now, orâŚâ you pause, watching his pupils dilate at the unspoken words, âI could reward you for being such a good model? If you want?â
Youâre giving him an out just in case. Your friendship wasnât something you wanted to sacrifice, but youâre pretty sure he wants this just as much as you do.
âPlease,â he murmurs nodding up at you, pulling you closer by your hips. His fingertips slip under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up over the swell of your breasts. You yank it the rest of the way off as he noses at your skin, leaving a trail of kisses up your torso before reaching up to pull the cups of your bra down and attach his lips to your chest. You gasp at the suddenness of it, your hands clutching at his shoulders for stability. He clumsily unhooks your bra as he continues lavishing your breasts with sloppy open mouthed kisses. Your hands find their way to his hair as your back arches, pressing him more firmly to you. He groans into your skin as he pushes your shorts and underwear down in one go, leaving love bites down your torso as he does. He barely allows you enough time to step out of them before heâs burying his face between your thighs. You double over at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, his hands clutching your ass and pulling you closer. He shifts your leg, settling it over his shoulder to give him more access. You wobble unsteadily for a second but his arms cage you in and hold you up.
âThis is not- ohh my god, not what I thought youâd want as a reward,â you moan, barely getting the sentence out as his tongue works against you. Whatever he may have said in reply was muffled, unintelligible words vibrating against you deliciously.
You canât even focus on what youâre saying as praise falls from your lips, the swirl of his long tongue against you effectively melting your brain. His tongue dips into your entrance, and youâre sure he canât breathe with the way he presses his face against you but he doesnât seem to be worried about it as his lips move to suction around your clit. Burying your hands in his hair to hold him close to you, you canât help but buck against him. His answering moan directly against your clit has a string of curses falling from your mouth as you fall over the edge. He works you through it, before moving to lap up the mess down your thighs. You struggle to get your breathing under control as he finally leans back, letting your leg fall from his shoulder. Your legs feel like jelly, and Tim realizes a second before you do that theyâre not going to support you. He helps you sink to the ground softly so you donât hurt your knees and you giggle all the way down.
âWhatâs so funny, eh?â He asks, mock offended.
âThat was the best head Iâve ever gotten,â you sigh dreamily, head resting against his thigh as you calm down and he snorts. After a moment you get your wits about you again and remember what you actually had in mind and snatch the sheet away. His gasp at the sudden cold air turns into a moan as you kiss teasingly around his cock, never quite touching him. A stuttered please is all it takes to convince you to have mercy on him. You lick along his length, a broken moan falling from his lips as you swirl your tongue around his head. Your tongue dips into his slit teasingly and his hands twitch at his sides. You take him in your mouth but you can tell heâs still holding back. You whine around him and he jerks at the sudden vibrations, hands finally coming up to grab your head. Still, ever the gentleman, he doesnât push or direct you, his hands simply resting in your hair and grounding you as you suck. You move back to his jewelry, teasing around it with your tongue before you wrap your lips around the metal, humming lightly. The effect is instantaneous as Tim dissolves into whimpers under you, thighs twitching as he squirms. All the teasing does him in quickly, his grip on your head tightening as he jerks underneath you with a whine.
âPlease, please, please,â he chants incoherently and you have mercy on him, taking him back down your throat as he comes undone. After you swallow, you look up to find him staring down at you in awe. You canât help the laugh that bubbles out of your mouth when you see the state heâs in.
âI made such a mess, Iâm so sorry,â you laugh, taking in the smeared charcoal on his skin. Along his shoulders, on his forehead, up his thighs, everywhere you look.
âYou can make a mess of me literally anytime,â he grins, pulling you up onto the couch to cuddle with him.
#tim laflour x reader#tim laflour#senseless#tim laflour imagine#senseless 1998#matthew lillard x reader#matthew lillard
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nomai going on their quantum pilgrimage and getting stuck there because SOMEONE won't stop looking at the MOON
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All I'm saying...
Is all the problems will be solved if Lucien and Azriel hate fvck each other...
Just saying :D
#why no one ship these two more!?#im just suprised there isnt more fic about them#or fanart for that matter#just imagine two hot being fuck each other senseless and get it all out#yeah...#azriel#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#lucien vandaddy#lucien vanserra
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Rare Matthew Lillard
#matthew lillard#shes all that#scream 1996#hackers#senseless#serial mom#thirteen ghosts#animals#dead mans curve#the curve#stu macher#animal room#stu macher fanfiction#stu macher imagine#stu macher x reader#stu macher x y/n#stu matcher x you#scream franchise#scream movie#stu macher fluff#stu macher smut#scooby doo#summer catch#wing commander#mad love#fat kid rules the world
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so we're told the spirits in the underworld do not, as a rule, retain their reason or ability to speak except for amphiaraus (who apollo spared from death but not the afterlife, per the thebaid) and tiresias (who's got a deal going with persephone, per the odyssey).
god i hope they get along
#pov it's been years since your chariot crashed through the earth. nothing but wailing senseless spirits and a hostile cthonic god to talk to#and then finally comes an elderly genderflexy human who's retained his sense of self and he's a prophet just like you#imagine if you find you can't stand eachother?? welcome to eternity worse than before#amphiaraus#tiresias
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