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woolly-aph1d · 8 months ago
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Soon enough act 2 is gonna be out and i am prepared
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arcanegifs · 3 months ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.” ↳ “Is that... singing?”
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snoozemoose · 1 year ago
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ladycharlottexoxo · 12 days ago
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hey pookie could you do the smut prompt 14 with Vi, pleaaase?
smut prompts · 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥
aftercare sex , sex in a tub , fingering
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ vi's hands slowly wrapped around you as you got in the tub with her. at first you mistook it for a gentle caress, a moment of aftercare before you felt her fingers tracing down to your pussy. “have such a pretty body for me to ruin,” vi whispered and cupped your pussy. “fuck.” she exhaled. you giggled. “i thought this was gonna be aftercare,” you said cheekily chasing her breath to hitch.
vi leaned in and started leaving kisses at the curve of your neck, her index moving to rub your clit. you gasped, hands clutching her thighs that framed your sides as you sat in the tub. “feels g-good...” you trembled in her arms, mouth parting in a silent moan of pleasure.
“come on, baby,” vi's fingers dipped down lower, circling your slit and slowly sinking inside your wet cavern. your fingers dug into the plush of her thighs, “baby, please, im so sensitive already.” you whined.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vi's fingers were relentless, fucking into your tight cunt with expertise. your meek moans bounded off the walls of the bathroom, echoing around and tinting your cheeks redder than they already were. “v-vi! baby, please slow down,” you cried out.
vi bit the shell of your ear, “cum for me, baby, cum for me. dirty the fucking water.” your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure overtook your body and your pussy convulsed almost violently. “im cumming h-h-hard!” your head fell back against vi's shoulder. vi smiled as she watched you break for her.
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shouyuus · 8 months ago
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but imagine popstar!reader x vi where you're recording an extra breathy, flirty song, and after a really good take, vi comes in, pulling you into her chest, making you squeal, giggling as she compliments you on your take (the recording studio's long since gotten used to her presence whenever you're recording), but when she kisses ur neck you moan out, whining high just the way she likes, your lashes fluttering.
little do either of you know, the mic's still on by accident, and 6 months later, the web blows up when someone posts an isolated clip from the backing track of your song -- its very clearly you -- moaning and whining, the sound tapering into a sweet little laugh.
and then a woman's sultry voice saying --
"that's right, pretty girl. make that sound again for me, hm?"
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qvert · 5 months ago
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She’s going on an adventure!
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violetsorengail · 6 months ago
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back to negotiations :)
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fallingstarsburn · 5 months ago
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vi lost a fight and doesn’t wanna talk about it
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ozuzo · 10 months ago
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🎮 Multitasking 🎮 (my part of an art trade with @hivepixels 🖤)
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starrynightarchive · 6 months ago
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i think that majority of the people have the wrong idea about what was going on in sanji's head when he left for wci by himself. you are only partially right if you think it's cause of his bullshit self sacrificial tendencies. what he did IS a sacrifice but way too many people seem to think that one of the reasons he tried to handle it all on his own is 'cause he didn't think luffy could handle fighting two powerhouses/cause he didn't trust luffy. for fuck's sake, this man was by his captain's side when he declared war on the world government. sanji whole-heartedly believes in luffy's downright baffling and almost godlike power. he trusts his captain will win any fight he gets himself into.
he just thinks that he isn't worth fighting for. that he isn't worth getting hurt over.
the thing is, right, he loves luffy. he loves the crew. he knows the crew loves him. but he himself thinks he is fundamentally disposable. this thought is first seen in thriller bark when he tries to stand in front of kuma, calling zoro stupid for abandoning his ambition and throwing away his life and dream instead. he says "i've always been prepared to sacrifice myself for the others." and he says it like, this is all that i am good for. he tells them they have to find a new cook because sanji genuinely, whole heartedly believes he is dispensable. he thinks, that old man ate his leg to save my dream so i will die to save theirs. little does he know that he is so, so wrong. zeff is not some hero who was trying to save a kid he didn't know. zeff isn't a good man. zeff's choice wasn't a sacrifice. it was a choice. he chose to save sanji and bestow him with his dream. he chose to love sanji like his son. but sanji always sees himself as something that zeff or luffy couldn't avoid because they were fundamentally kind people who took in strays and were burdened with him, that he was an obligation they were trying to fulfill. he shoulders all this and thinks, he thought i was worth something when I really was not so maybe, like this, i can be useful.
but zoro knocks him out and he doesn't get that zoro was trying to say that he is indispensable, that he matters to the crew. no, what he hears is the crack of his ribs and feels white-hot shame because of course, what was he thinking, his life isn't worth that much. he isn't worthy of dying for his captain. he is weak and useless and pathetic. and because zoro and sanji are zoro and sanji, they never clear up this neat little misunderstanding.
now at whole cake island, he does the same thing. he knows luffy will come for him, you see, because he knows his foolish captain loves him. but he kicks him and screams obscenities because he thinks himself unworthy of all that love. he thinks himself hollow, a vessel of convenience. there are a million fighters in the grandline and even more cooks and none of them are even half fucked up and selfish and needy as he is. surely luffy will be better off without him. luffy can win this fight, but sanji thinks he shouldn't have to fight because he thinks he isn't worth fighting for.
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arcanegifs · 8 months ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x02 - “Watch It All Burn”
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thewistlingbadger · 9 months ago
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Jinx did not purposefully kill Silco, Jinx did not "choose Vi over Silco", Jinx did not kill Silco to protect Vi, and Jinx did not kill Silco out of love for Vi.
Jinx only kills Silco out of instinct. This is demonstrated time and time again with the crows. Jinx is heavily associated with crows in arcane. Yes they're a symbol for death and the macabre but they also serve a narrative and character purpose.
Crows show up whenever Jinx is about to fly off the handle. They show up when she tries to beat Vi's score, they show up when the firelights interrupt her reunion, and they show up on the night she kills Silco. Crows are used to show us when something really fucking bad is about to happen to Jinx.
They also show us something very INTEGRAL to her character: she is willing to kill anything that so much as moves, even when she knows it's not a threat. Jinx is initially startled by a crow when she goes to the place she and her family used to hang out. She pulls out her gun, realizes it's just a bird (not a threat), and shoots it anyway. This is REALLY important and is hinting at the finale.
Jinx is someone who lives in a very dangerous and hostile environment. She's been exposed to violence all her life, and there's many things to be afraid (many things she IS afraid of) in Zaun. It's instinct to protect herself because everyone hates her and is out to get her.
In the finale, Jinx PURPOSELY and INTENTIONALLY puts her ONLY WEAPON IN FRONT OF SILCO when threatened by Caitlyn. Why? Because she knows Silco will protect her. She knows that if shit hits the fan, if push comes to shove, if she is somehow put in a position where she cannot defend herself, Silco will defend her. Always. If she was afraid of Silco or what he might do or if she was afraid for Vi's safety, she would have NOT put the gun in his reach. She KNOWS he's anti-vi, she KNOWS he doesn't like her, he is literally arguing against her in this scene. She also knows that Silco has no limits, no line unwilling to cross. Silco would EASILY and perhaps happily kill Vi if given the chance. But she puts the gun in front of him because she trusts him and knows he'd do anything for her.
And ultimately, he DOES die defending her. Vi trying to call members of the past actively and explicitly puts Jinx in a place of pain and hurt. She is actively damaging her sister and making her the most unstable we've ever seen this. VI doesn't know she's doing this because vi lives in the past and the past has always been her refuge. But the past has always been jinx's nightmare and personal hell. Silco knows this because HE was there. He was there for every meltdown and mental breakdown, he knows her and knows what she's like, which is WHY he does everything in his power to get her to stop. The amount of violence and aggression he enters just to get Vi to stop is actually insane. We have NEVER seen him act this way. He's yelling at the top of his lungs and THRASHING IN HIS CHAIR to get her to stop, because he knows A. This is hurting Jinx and B. No good will come from this. He tells her to shut up, physically tries to get her to stop, and then he notices the gun (notice how is initial reaction wasn't to just kill her? Notice how he tried other methods before physical and actual violence?). He grabs the gun, point the gun at Vi, and press the trigger. But the bullets don't come out, the safety pin activates.
Jinx hears the pin. This is the only thing that manages to pull her out of her meltdown: the threat of violence. She's not in a place to process or analyze the situation. Upon instinct, she opens fire on everyone within the room, firing at random. Her only intention to put down the threat of violence. Both Vi and Silco's chair have bullet holes, showing that this is the case.
It takes her a while to calm down but once she does, she realizes what she's actually done. She realizes the threat was no threat at all.
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ladycharlottexoxo · 14 days ago
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19 with Vi for the prompts pretty please?? 🥺🥺
smut prompts · 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝙰𝙽𝚂 ⋆⋆⋆
teasing in semi-public place, mentions of being caught, grinding and thigh humping, kissing, clit rubbing, feisty!reader
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vi knew she was hot, and she revelled in the fact that it turned you on so much— whether it was her flexing her biceps just a bit more in public or her big hand on the small of your back, guiding you about the pavements. it didn't take a while for your panties to get all damp in need of her so when you pulled her into the lingerie store, she wasn't exactly surprised. but vi still pretended to be amused at the least, her hands roaming and grabbing up the most flimsy little lingerie sets, holding them up for you to see.
“would look absolutely stunning on you,” vi drawled out, a smirk plastered on her lips. “what a little shit,” you thought as you took it from her, “looks complicated, maybe you should come into the changing room and help me since you love it so much.” vi got the gist and gave you a twisted, perverted grin before she followed you into the room.
you were breathless from making out, against the wall of the changing room, as vi pinned you against it, her knee pressing up against your crotch. “mmm, got so turned on from me, yeah, baby?” you grumbled and your hands held onto her jacket, “jackass.” you kissed her again, letting her tongue in your mouth as she ground her thigh against your crotch making you rub back and forth too— desperate in need of friction.
“imagine if we got caught like this,” vi breathed against your ear as you desperately rolled your hips. “shut up.” you snapped causing her to chuckle. what a fucking jerk.
“ill break your smile.” you said but then almost moaned aloud when vi's fingers found your clit, rubbing it through your panties. your eyebrows curled up. “yeah? i don't think so.”
“fuck you— hnnngh...” you held onto her and moaned against her shoulder. “awww poor baby,” vi pouted and cooed condescendingly. “if you don't stop, im gonna cum,” you said desperately. you wanted to cum, yes. but the thought of doing it in a public changing room and then walking out with soaky, cum-drenched panties did not sound much appealing...
vi pulled away leaving you panting for your breath, “we're getting this, and then you'll gimme a strip tease when we get home.” vi walked out holding the lingerie you both picked out earlier. “i will absolutely not.” you retorted as you walked out after her, now properly dressed. “you will, if you wanna cum.”
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shouyuus · 6 months ago
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Hiii, I’m the person screaming crying throwing up every time you post, love ur stuff!
Anyway… I’m thinking mechanic!vi prolonging the time it takes her to fix your car just cause she wants you coming around the shop more and then when she does eventually fix it she kinda worries you’re not gonna stay over at hers as often but u decide to ask her if u can move in or smth like this?!?
Idek tbh my brain is so fried from over consuming Vi content
all you have to do is stay
mentions of sex, but no explicit scenes, car mechanic!vi au oh she absolutely would; there's actually so much stupid domestic bliss in this wow
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and sure, the hookup was good in the beginning, but she liked it when you came around, liked it when you'd show up at her shop, all shy and wide-eyed, asking her if you could watch, and who's she to turn down such a pretty girl, right? and honestly, she thought it was kinda cute, how you'd try your best to ask her about this or that, and she'd find herself rambling about her favorite kinds of pinon brackets, or talking you through a chassis restoration for another vintage car that was brought in.
it shouldn't take a whole-ass month to rig a crossflow radiator, especially since the rest of your car's actually in pretty good condition, but she keeps on picking out other things to do, insisting that she's already here anyway, sliding out from under the car with a crooked grin, asking you to pass her another cold beer.
but there's only so many things she can make up before it's obvious, even to you that there's not much else to do. so when the day comes, she's quieter than usual, tallying up the extensive list of repairs that she's both done and made up for herself to do (you'd insisted that you at least pay for the major ones, and if the smaller ones came with a dinner-date and dessert in bed afterwards... well.)
"and... i think that's all of it, sweets."
she hands you the receipt, immediately tucking her hands into the pockets of her light-wash jeans. her shoulders shrug up as you look down the list. it's way less than that she should be charging you for, but you peer up at her, frowning at the pinch between her brows and the tension clear in her muscles.
"vi? what's... wrong?"
"ah -- it's nothin' sweets, don't worry your pretty little head over it."
she teeters forwards and back, as if she can't decide if she wants to move closer or back away. but you're already reaching for her, closing the distance between you with your head cocked, your eyes bright and questioning. and she could never resist it when you looked at her like that, so toe-curlingly trusting. as if there wasn't a thing in the world she could do or say to drive you away or upset you.
sometimes, she'd lay awake and wonder if you knew how dangerous that kind of trust is -- how someone less scrupulous would take it and twist it into something foul. but she'd never let that happen -- at least not while you wanted her around.
"violet... we might not have known each other for very long but... you're not a very good liar," you say, reaching up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her eyes back to yours. she laughs -- it's a tiny, helpless sound; it shakes her open in a way that startles even her, the way her whole body wants to fold over you, into you.
"geez, sweets... that's... that's not really fair of you."
she lifts her hand to press them over yours, hands over hands, petaled around her cheeks, and it occurs to her that perhaps this is what it means to live up to her namesake -- violet. you'd said it was a beautiful name the first the she told you what vi stood for.
"you're not really fair either, vi... but that's never stopped you, has it?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips twisted up on a fox-hole smile.
vi sucks in a breath. something feels like it's clawing up the length of her ribcage and burrowing through the hollows in her chest till she can taste it pitter-pattering at the back of her throat. it takes her a full three seconds to realize that it's her own traitorous heart, beating so strong she can taste it on her tongue.
"fuck."
and then she's kissing you, pulling you to her, fingers harsh and desperate, her touch lingering like month-old grease-stains the way they dig into your delicate skin. you gasp open for her, against her -- you let her tug you into her till there isn't a part of you she can't reach if she wanted to.
the kiss breaks like a dam bursting open, and a few seconds later, she's got you hoisted up on her workbench, wrenches and old receipts scattering to the floor as she slots herself easily between your legs. it's a familiar place to be, after all -- after all this time.
you hiss, fingers fisting in her hair; it's longer now, than when you first met. and she'd be lying if she said her letting it grow had nothing to do with your offhand comment once (over yet another impossible banana sundae) that you liked it long.
"vi -- vi -- please -- you --"
"hm? what is it, pretty girl?"
"you c-can't just try to distract me w-with sex every time --"
and she can't help the grin that hitches over her lips at the way your chest is heaving, your eyes blown dark, the way your thighs shake on either side of her hips. but she can see the flicker of worry in your eyes and her stomach twists with uncertainty.
"i -- i don't --" she tries, but a breath puffs out of her and she sags against you, "it's... just... now that the repairs are done... there's not really much reason for you to come around... and..."
at her words, you heave a sigh that seems much too big and weary for your body, pulling back to fix her with a surprisingly sharp look.
"you really thought i was coming around here to listen to you talk about my car repairs?"
vi does her level best not to pout; hearing you say it out loud, it does sound... a bit childish. instead, she leans forward and digs her nose into your neck, wrapping both arms around you till she's got you cocooned in her chest.
"what? you weren't interested in the new pressure washer i got just so i could get that really stubborn stain off your back bumper?"
you trail your fingers through her hair, letting your nails graze along her scalp. a shiver washes down the length of her back and you giggle close to her ear.
"sure i did... but you could talk about... dunno... your favorite dish rag, and i think i'd still wanna listen -- because i like listening to you talk about the stuff you like... because..." and its your turn to hesitate, her turn to pull back and fix you with a look -- one that's equal parts pleading and disbelieving.
"because what, pretty girl?" she asks, her voice low and husky, a thumb running across the round of your cheek.
"b-because i -- i like you, vi."
your eyes flicker away and color seeps into your cheeks like dye across clear water -- the shade blooming into you till vi's sure there's no color so beautiful as the one that you are now.
"mm... well, thank god for that cause..." she leans in to press her forehead to yours, "i was starting to wonder, what with all the multiple orgasms and midnight munch sessions and --" she laughs as you squawk indignantly at her, your eyes flashing wild and wide.
"t-that's not what i -- you know that's not --"
"oh? so you don't like those?" she asks, the tease now so obvious in her voice that you flush several shades darker. vi thinks she may have to amend her previous decision on her favorite shade of you. and you're outdoing yourself today.
she lets her free hand wander to the bend of your hips and she gives you a squeeze.
"i --" you steady yourself in the solidness of her, reaching down to lace your hands with hers, "of course i -- i like those things too but i -- i like that you're the one doing them to me and --" you swallow; vi tries not to be to distracted by the hummingbird flutter of your pulse as you struggle to find the words, even though both of you know full well by now exactly what you're trying to say --
sometimes, just sometimes, words speak just as loud as words need to. and the actions are just there to back them up.
sometimes, there are certain things that people just want to -- or need to -- hear said out loud.
"i -- i wanna come over even when there's nothing for you to fix... i..." you steady your breathing and vi nearly drowns in the certainty that settles between the pair of you, an ocean full of of unsaid words (the ones that don't need to be said to be understood), drifting like sunlight over shifting waves -- their brightness made no less real by their shimmering reflections in the water, "i guess i just... wanna be wherever you are. like... all the time."
vi's eyebrows hitch; her breath follows shortly after.
"all the time?"
you bite down on your lips, "yeah but... i know it's only been like... a month or whatever --"
"no, no god -- sweets, i -- i want that too -- more than anything -- it's just --" she motions at the shop, and you nod, catching her hand in yours mid-air.
"it doesn't have to be right now," you say, smiling and giving both her hands a firm squeeze.
"yeah?" she asks, a rare quiver to the shape of her voice.
you nod, "yeah." and your voice is just as solid as she needs it to be. you lean in to kiss her, and she sighs open against you, as you've done so many times for her.
"we'll -- we'll make it work," you say, in between harsh, nipping kisses, even as vi groans and trails her mouth along the line of your jaw. you gasp, letting your head tip back, "w-we'll t-take it s-s-slow -- mmngh -- vi!"
vi hums as she sucks a dark hickey into the side of your neck, feeling savage wanting plume open in her chest. she looks back up at you with darkening eyes and a hunter's smile.
"dunno if i know how to take it slow, sweets --"
"w-what about all those t-times you told me t-to wait --" you keen high in the back of your throat as she drops to pillow her cheek to your thigh, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to dig her nose into the damp triangle of your panties.
vi scoffs, rolling her eyes as she glances back up at you with a playful smirk.
"oh fuck you."
you lick your lips, reaching down to sink your fingers into her hair again, pulling just hard enough for the an ache to gather in her belly.
"thought that's what you were trying to do."
vi stands up, pulling you bodily forward till your ankles are linked at the small of her back, her palms holding up the plush of your ass as she walks the pair of you back into the house and up the thin flight of stairs to her room.
it's a good few hours before either of you are coherent enough to talk about any of this again, but by the time you are, the twilight is budding along the far horizon, and vander's texting to ask vi if he should pick anything up on the way back from the bar for dinner.
"you wanna stay for dinner?" vi asks, twisting to glance at you in bed, her face illuminated by the digital blue of her phone.
your pillow your cheek on your hand, "yeah, i'd love to."
"cool, what do you want?" she asks, her eyes turning back to her phone.
you lick your lips, "how about... you ask vander to pick up some tomatoes? i can make one of my grandma's old soup recipes. you have potatoes and cabbage right? and... i think i saw some pork bones in the freezer the last time i was here."
you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, ticking through a mental list of ingredients.
you only turn to shoot vi a glance when you realize that you can no longer hear the rapid pik-pik-pik of her fingers on her phone.
she's staring at you with what could only be called wonder in the halfway dark.
"you... remember what's in our fridge?"
"well i -- there's not much in there --" you say, almost indignantly.
she laughs, shaking her head, "no, it's just -- i didn't think you'd ever notice something like that, i mean, pardon me for thinking that you've never set foot in a kitchen in your entire life, what with you being daddy's little princess and all," she goads, nudging you with an elbow even as you squirm away from her, pouting.
"i'll have you know that i'm actually a really good cook, okay?" you tell her, "when -- when i was little, and my grandma lived with us, i'd help her in the kitchen all the time. and... after she got too old to make stuff... i was the one who cooked for her, because she said it tasted like stuff she'd eat in her childhood so..."
vi shuffles closer to you under the blankets, nuzzling her nose into your cheek.
"and just when i thought you couldn't get more perfect," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
you giggle, allowing yourself to be tugged back into her chest.
"i told vander to pick up tomatoes... and to invite silco and everyone else he can round up over for dinner."
you squeak, shooting up, "what?!"
vi grins, pushing up with a soft yawn, "you can't just tell me that you've got grandma-level cooking skills and not expect me to invite my whole entire family, right?"
you tumble out of bed, nearly tripping over your panties, still caught around your ankles. you pull them up, scrambling for one of vi's big shirts to toss over your body as she watches you from the bed with an indulgent smile before swinging her legs off and standing up to pull you back into her chest.
"calm down, sweets -- i'll help you, kay? now, tell me what you need."
you nod, pulling on a pair of her jogging shorts and twisting your hair into a haphazard bun out of your face as you start listing off ingredients, hopping the last two steps onto the first floor landing and fluttering into the kitchen.
by the time vi rounds the doorway, it's to find you with vander's massive apron already tied around your waist, an several pots and pans stacked on the countertop.
"i need three onions, and a head of garlic and... a few bay leaves, if you have them. it's okay if you don't --"
vi fights back a grin (it's a losing battle, she thinks, but it's one that she's considering losing for the rest of her goddamn life if it meant doing this every day with you).
"sure, sweets -- whatever you need."
you nod, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you set to work peeling the potatoes. a few second later, vi pops up from the fridge, frowning.
"looks like we've only got one onion, but i found some shallots... not sure how good they are though... they were kinda shoved into the back." she holds up the bag with a grimace.
you blink at her, and for a moment, vi thinks that you're going to be angry, or at least a bit frustrated. but then, your face breaks into a sweet, helpless sort of smile, and you reach out to take the shallots from her.
"it's okay," you say, in a voice that sounds just a little too much like coming home, and vi has to swallow passed the peach-pit suddenly caught in her throat.
your fingers brush against hers as you point her towards the half-peeled potatoes, and she gets to work without you even having to ask.
you lean up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to her cheek, your eyes bright as fallen stars when she turns to look at you.
"it's okay," you repeat, smiling up at her with that smile that just might rhyme with forever, "we'll make it work, okay?"
vi licks her lips; there's an entire ocean of saltwater words caught behind the tombstones of her teeth that she does not know how to say. but she thinks, as she looks at you and you turn back to fussing over the one onion and handful of shallots, that you probably know it all anyway.
"okay," she says, before turning back to the diligent work of peeling the potatoes.
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lukazade · 5 months ago
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It's technically not valentines yet but like, here have a valentines gift <3
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themintman · 3 months ago
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Various Axis doodles 😋😋 + Guardener and Telly-Vis cause I love them so much I love you steamworks robots 💚
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