CinnaVanilla: The Date
contains: swearing, reader almost cries, food mentions, mostly fluff
You’re a goddamn mess, trying not to leave sweat stains all over your brand new sun dress. You’re trying not cry as your hair refuses to cooperate, your makeup is scattered across your sink, you haven’t even begun to think about what shoes you’re gonna wear…all the while the clock ticks slowly toward 12:00.
After your cute confession moment outside of Vander and Silco’s place, Sevika offered to take you out on a date before you discussed doing anything further. A real gentlewoman. Originally, Sevika offered to take you out on a date to one of the nicest restuarants in town, a fancy overpriced steakhouse. You almost laughed in her face, while you appreciated the gesture, you would’ve rather prefered something small and intimate. Which led to Sevika inviting you to a picnic in the flower field on her farm. You were so excited, you’ve been on your fair share of picnics since moving to town but most of them were while you were babysitting Powder and Vi. It didn’t matter what you wore cause you’d probably be covered in dirt and crumbs by the end of it. The shoes you would choose would just be the most comfortable walking shoes, it was all so simple.
the clock strikes 11:55 and you hear your doorbell ring, “fuck me…” you mutter. Rushing down the stairs, and swinging the door open. The sight in front of you almost knocks you out. Sevika, clad in a plaid button down shirt, and (what looks to be brand new) a pair of denim overalls. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and she’s got this stunned look on her face as she stares down at you, like she’s completely lost all the thoughts in her mind. You feel embarassed, thinking your messy appearance has stunned her into silence. Sevika clears her throat and begins to speak, “you look…you look so beautiful, doll..I feel a little underdressed now” she chuckles at the last part of sentence, then you see them. A boquet of your favourite flowers, *did she pick them herself?* Sevika notices your gaze and suddenly remembers what she came for, “oh..yeah, they’re not as fancy as the flowers from the shop but you metioned you really liked this kind and I-“ She’s cut off as you press a light peck to her cheek and take the flowers from her hand.
“They’re beautiful, Sevi. Thank you.” You say, smiling at her, fighting back a giggle when you see the starstruck look on her face. “Come in and sit down, I’m almost ready..well kinda, I just need to finish my hair, find my shoes..oh and I shoud probably put these in water, which means I’ll have to find a vase and..” you begin to ramble, but Sevika just smiles and assures you there is no rush. “The field isn’t going anywhere, sweetheart take your time.” god how did you get so lucky
You end up leaving at 12:15, luckily the walk isn’t long. You both approach a picnic table that wasn’t there the last time you came to visit…did she build it herself?
On the table, theres a pitcher of lemonade along with your favourite snacks and side dishes. There’s one empty space, you place down the fresh batch of cookies you made. Cinnamon Vanilla, her favourite (and it’s kinda growing on you too ngl).
You sit down and Sevika sits across from you, the walk to the table was silent. But not in the way you both usually enjoy, this silence was scary. Neither of you knew what to say, too nervous to say something stupid or embarasssing or just boring. You clear your throat and reach for the lemonade pitcher, your hands shaking from how nervous you are and how heavy the bottle is. Before you know it the bottle is tilting all on it’s own, and ice cold lemonade is spilling all over your and brand new dress.
You think you might cry, how do you keep fucking up? You’re ready for the ground to open up and swallow you when you hear snickering from across the table. You look up and see Sevika, terribly holding in a laugh. You want to be mad, you want to jump across this picnic table and splash her as well, but her laugh. It’s so geniune, and carefree. She laughs with her entire body, shoulders slumped over the table and moving up and down. You think she might pass out from how hard she’s laughing, she even bangs her hand on the table a few times. “oh this is funny to you?” You say, trying to stay upset but her laughter is also contagious and you can’t help but crack a smile. “i’m— pfft! I’m so sorry” Sevika sputters out, trying to pull herself together but it just makes her laugh harder.
“You should’ve seen your face, sweetheart! You look like someone shot you” She continues to laugh and even wheeze while pointing her finger at you. how cute childish can she get?!
oh you’ll show her something funny alright…
You reach for one of the bottles of water on the side of the table while Sevika keeps laughing, you unscrew the cap and dump the whole bottle on her. Sevika immediately shoots up, her laughing ceased as she moves her hand to protect her from the cold liquid sliding all over her. Now you get what she found so funny, she looks like a cat that’s never touched water. “oh fuck you..” She responds, taking the bottle from your hands and glaring.
Despite your ruined dress, you’re actually quite grateful for the chaos. Both of you are less on edge and tease eachother endlessly for the rest of picnic (which was cut short because your dress was sticky from the lemonade).
You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on your couch with Sevika, watching a movie. Both of you in dry clothes and Apollo curled in your laps.
(divider credits @anitalenia)
