Thinking about that girl on tt that does the “free will” skits where she infiltrates this mechanics workshop and messes with his things each day..
Hear me out with Mechanic!sevika x bothersome!reader then
okay so imagine reader doing the exact same thing:
walking with your favorite drink in your hand while you looked over at a workshop in use. You delve underneath to see the most beautifully sculpted body underneath a dented up truck. You decide to mess around with the things nearby you, but not enough to cause financial damage. You mutter stupid things for the camera (or just your inner dialogue coming to fruition) while an annoyed Sevika yells for you to get the hell out, “Who are you??”and to stop distracting her…only problem is you start doing this daily.
She gets used to your presence only when she can get use out of you by asking for tools in her kit, or hearing you ask the most random questions for her to answer. It filled her time since she really was a one man show at her business.
“I can’t believe you just let people wander around here.”
The videos you made had footage of her tolerance with you building by the day, at one point not even yelling your name for confirmation when you snuck inside. She’d just take a look at what shoe rotation she remembered and not comment.
You can bother her as far as knocking down her half drunken redbull and walking your way out, and she’d find herself not complaining anymore, and if anything, her cheeks would feel just a bit hotter when you poked at her this way.
No like, physically. You’d physically poke at her waist and legs when she was working. It threw her off a lot.
Sevika might’ve just been lonely, but she also couldn’t really say no to a pretty girl that didn’t have much of an excuse to keep seeing her like this.
That was until she’d start explaining things about engines, and started hearing you keep asking very specific questions that made her wonder if YOU were the one that needed a repair. And she wasn’t too surprised to see you actually do something and bring in your own car the next day for an oil change.
She WAS surprised to look over her shoulder underneath your car to see you crouched over, handing a slip with what seemed to be your number. She happily took it, only realizing in her fluorescent lights once she got back up that you left out your last digits.
“The hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“I dunno. I’ll give you the rest once I see how good you did on my car.”
Dumbfounded. And came along a gasping chuckle.
She found a recognizable workshop, her shop spiraling numbers on social media the next week. She could only shake her head like she didn’t care, and continue to stalk your page, now anticipating to see you trot your ass back.
If this looks like bs it’s because it is. Boo im bored
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