Do you have any more ideas for mechanic!vi? Nsfw or sfwβ¦your rendition of her is absolutely amazing and so accurate I love them sm
carmech!vi you will always be soooooo famous to me <3; inspired by the "premium air" trend that was going around a while back asdlfkjsd bc we love to troll vi don't we l o l
premium air
sfw; vi-shaped crack/fluff
"vi, you're gonna be so proud of me," you twist around in the passenger's seat, dropping your freshly applied lipgloss into the center cup holder.
vi pulls your car into the garage of your shared apartment and puts it into park, one hand still resting on the gear shift, a grin tugging at her mouth.
"yeah? and why's that sweetness?"
"i took the car for an oil change the other day!" you say, flashing her your best, innocent, 100-watt smile. vi pauses halfway to reaching for the glovebox.
"wait -- what?" she blinks.
you bat your lashes, "the other day! when you were out getting those extra parts? i took the car for an oil change!"
"which car? the pickup?"
you roll your eyes, flapping your hand as if she's being silly on purpose, "no! this car! my car!"
vi stares. "you took your car... for an oil change... while i was out on wednesday?"
you nod, "yeah! but wow --" you unlatch your seatbelt, pulling down the vizor to check your reflection in the mirror, "i didn't know that it was so expensive for an oil change -- you really did spoil me that first time."
in your periphery, you see vi slowly calcifying as she stares motionlessly at you.
"how much was it?" her voice sounds artificially light, a tremor razing it's edges. you cock your head.
"like... $500ish?"
it takes every ounce of self control in you not to break as vi nearly suffers a seizure in the driver's seat beside you. her jaw drops, her arms tense, she jerks forward as if punching the windshield might help her relieve some of the tension coiling up in her body.
"five hundred dollars?!"
you press your lips, blinking.
"yeah, cause... i mean, it's a pretty special car, right?"
vi curls in on herself, gripping at the steering wheel as she presses her forehead to the top. you watch as she sucks in a deep breath before blowing out. it reminds you of the singular yoga class that you'd brought her to, to catastrophically comedic effect.
"yes, princess -- it is a pretty special car, but --" she pinches at her nose bridge, turning to face you over the center console, "but why would you go pay for an oil change when i could just do it here? for free?"
you push your lips into an exaggerated pout, "but i thought... i mean, i didn't wanna bother you --"
"you never bother me -- especially not with this -- and you didn't even need an oil change --"
"but... it's been a while, hasn't it?"
vi shakes her head, reaching out to cup your cheeks, giving you a small squeeze as she lets out a helpless laugh.
"no, sweets -- i literally just changed it last week --"
"oh... i'm sorry --"
she leans forward to give you a kiss, "don't be sorry, princess -- i should've told you that i changed the oil -- do you have a receipt or something? or who did you go to? i know most of the shops around town, so i'm sure i can go and talk to them --"
"i mean -- i wanted to surprise you! and they were going on and on about the special premium air for the tires --"
vi freezes again, her hands still pressed to your cheeks.
"premium air?" she asks, her voice cracking over the words. you slowly pull back as her hands drop.
"yeah!" you say, grinning brightly, "cause you got me those super nice tires last time! they deserve the best, right?"
"baby, premium air --" she repeats, sitting back in her seat, her eyes wide as dessert plates.
you press your lips as you watch her try to process this information.
"yeah...?" you ask.
vi scrapes a hand over her face and groans, "premium air," she says again, thumping her head back against the window, "baby, there's no such thing --"
"oh... did i get swindled or something?"
"yes! okay -- where'd you go for this? let's go back right now -- sweet fuck -- 'premium air' fuckin --" she snaps her seatbelt back on, mumbling beneath her breath, "i'll show you a fuckin' five hundred dollar oil change -- what the actual literal --"
you break out laughing as she starts up the engine again, reaching out to pluck your phone from the dashboard, where you'd been recording the entire time behind the ruse of using it the gps.
"i'm kidding, vi!"
vi stares, slack-jawed as you flip over your phone to show her the video. she cuts the engine, running a hand through her hair.
"oh my god -- i'm gonna murder you --"
you squeal as you skitter out of the car and into the garage, vi clambering out after you to slam the door shut on your gorgeous cherry-red corvette. she nearly trips over her own feet as you dance out of her reach towards the door leading into the kitchen, but she manages to tackle you onto the couch, the pair of you collapsing into a pile of laughter and limbs and gentle fingers.
"you're the worst -- i legit thought i was gonna have to fight someone for conning you."
you grin, looking up into vi's face as she holds you down beneath her on the long, wide sofa.
"i know, you were ready."
vi grins, "well -- i'm still ready -- now if only i had some place to put all that adrenaline to good use."
you swallow, feeling heat scrape through your stomach as vi's eyes flicker down the length of your body.
" wait, vi --"
"mm, don't wanna -- and don't you think you should make it up to me for this little stunt you pulled? yeah? i thought so too."
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Link is eye-in' up that keyblade like it's a full course meal. Well, it probably couldn't be, but that doesn't make him want it any less. But he doesn't make a habit out of stealing things (unless he beats them fair and square for it), so he will do the next best thing.
Pointing and bluntly asking, β Can I have that? β
Another bundle of lizard men down! Watching as their bodies turn into these crimson, murky husks of oblivion makes him morbidly curious. The sight in itself almost draws too close to a trademark enemy of his own. That said! It didn't escalate to the grounds of needing to be overly concerned.
This world? It was strong. The light that kisses its high peaks to its deepest seas held a tender brand of care for it.
What serves as the bizarre outlier would be the man approaches him. Initially he's put off but such an intense stare, as if from a solitary glance, they've managed to conjure all knowledge related to him! Given these divine, witchy and overall mysterious entities that's becoming his company now days? Sora would genuinely not be surprised.
Yet the Key held between them is buzzing with a clear sense of amusement. Oh did it feel nice to be desired! And not to mention, it knows it's partner wielder's type of personality to the T!
Sora on the other hand, blinked in abrupt confusion and a burgeoning sense of respect for that level of forwardness. "Was pretty cool, huh? I mean why not go n' share the joy?"
"Guess it's outta my hands now!"
And just like that, the fabled Keyblade finds itself within the hands of another. From a singular touch, it'd hold that same majesty as another sacred blade that currently rests within this land. It was as if hope itself flocked to life and limb, swimming through Link's entire frame as a blessing before that initial weight goes weightless. Soon, smatterings of light swimming around it's form as it dissolves entirely.
Back into Sora's hand!
Only then would it be given a spin, and find itself tucked securely on his shoulders. "Is what I would say. But, y'ever had a sword that's pretty picky in who it sticks by? This happens to be one of those cases."
@auburniivenus: "Hold onto my hand, okay?" [throw a muse at meww]
reijiro can only hear the noise of the surrounding crowd, roaring and deafening everything else out, until the woman's voice pierces the phalanx of night life chaos. he's new here in kamurocho, and he's lost, depressingly lost, and with his heart racing, his head aches, knees are weak, and his mind feels flooded with noise. his arms had automatically gone around him, feeling like he's about to collapse amongst the walking bodies around him and left to be trampled.
she looked kind, though, when her voice breaks his trance, and he looks up to meet her gaze. he hesitantly reaches out his own hand, holding onto her hand as she said. though his grip was no tighter than the average, he felt as though his knuckles were white, feeling a need to hold on lest he drown in the sea of people, "...a-alright..."
