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just posted a vi fic on my ao3!

go check it out <3

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muddy cowboy boots!

summary: she was your farmhand... and maybe your biggest mistake.

💌 pairing: vi x fem reader

🧺 genre: soft, flirty farm romance

🍓 warnings: none

📎 a/n: just trying to empty my drafts ♡

🔞 mdni

the sun was just cresting over the distant hills when you heard the gate creak open.

you looked up from the rows of carrots you’d been tending, wiping the sweat from your brow with a gloved hand. your heart skipped when you saw her—a stranger, tall and confident, her gait easy but sure, boots crunching softly on the dirt path that led to your barn, vibrant hair blowing in the humid breeze.

her hair caught the early sunlight like a flame, short and tousled, with streaks of pink that looked defiant against the blue sky. she had the kind of look that said she was used to trouble—tattooed and devilish, and maybe invited it, too.

“morning,” she called, raising a hand to wave in greeting.

“uh... morning.” you stood, brushing dirt from your jeans. “can i help you?”

the woman stopped a few feet away, a cocky grin on her lips. “heard you were looking for help. name’s vi.”

vi. you’d heard whispers—of zaun, of piltover, of enforcers and pit fights. but it seemed impossible that someone like her had found her way to your quiet little farm. she didn't look at all like the rumors, still, her hands were scarred and calloused, and her eyes were sharp. she looked like someone who knew how to work.

“i put up that notice a week ago,” you said slowly. “didn’t think anyone’d actually answer.”

vi shrugged. “was passing through. saw it. figured i could use a little peace and quiet.”

you looked her over again. strong. capable. a little too much attitude for your quiet life, maybe. but something about her made your chest flutter.

“alright,” you said, tossing her a pair of gloves from the barn door, worn and muddy but doable. “hope you’re not afraid to get dirty.”

vi grinned wider. “not a chance.”

the first few days passed in a blur of motion.

vi learned fast—too fast, almost. one morning she was stumbling through muck with a shovel; by the next she was tossing bales of hay like she’d been born doing it. she had a knack for fixing old tools, too. she spent an entire afternoon bent over your broken tractor engine, grease smudged across her cheek and arms, wife pleaser soaked to the bone in sweat and oil, cursing up a storm but never giving up.

you caught yourself watching her more than once it was inevitable, you had the definition of sex-on-wheels in your barn.

the way her muscles flexed when she lifted parts for your tractor, how she took her shirt off when it got too hot, revealing her sports bra the same color as her hair and the vermillion happy trail. the way she laughed—deep and real—when your old goat, cookie, tried to steal her sandwich, the mischievous thing ended up succeeding.

“you’re good with animals,” you said one afternoon, after vi had coaxed a stubborn lamb back into its pen your favorite one fluffy and troublesome.

“guess i got that in common with you,” she replied, her smile softening, scarred lips loosening.

you didn’t know what to say to that, so you just turned away, hoping she didn’t notice the blush rising in your cheeks.

one evening, after the chores were done and the stars were just starting to peek through the dark sky, you sat on the porch with vi.

she had her feet up on the railing, muddy boots and all, a bottle of cider in her hand. you were sipping yours slower, the warmth of it making you drowsy.

“you ever think of leaving?” she asked suddenly.

you looked at her. “the farm?”

“yeah.”

you thought for a moment. “sometimes. but it’s in my blood, you know? my parents ran it before me. i was born in that house. raised in those fields. feels wrong to walk away from it.”

vi nodded. “makes sense. i get it.”

“you?” you asked. “you always running?”

she tilted her head back, looking at the stars. “for a long time. always chasing something. or running from something else. it’s exhausting.”

you didn’t ask what. she didn’t seem like she wanted to share. but her voice had a raw edge to it, like she was holding onto too many memories.

“you can stay here,” you said, surprising yourself. “as long as you want.”

vi looked at you then, really looked at you. her gaze was softer than you’d ever seen it.

“i might take you up on that,” she murmured.

the next morning, everything changed.

you were repairing a fence when a summer storm rolled in without warning. the sky turned black, and thunder cracked overhead like a gunshot. you shouted for vi, but the wind ripped your voice away.

you turned—and found her sprinting through the rain toward the barn, a blue tarp in one hand, shouting something you couldn’t hear. you ran to meet her, helping her secure it over the open hay loft. her hands met yours in the middle—strong, steady, warm despite the cold rain.

when it was done, you both ducked inside the barn, soaked and breathless.

it smelt strongly of animals and manure, and your cows mooed in protest to the raging inferno outside, but you didn't notice at the moment.

you were laughing, hearts pounding, rain hammering the roof like a drum.

vi’s pink-reddish hair was plastered to her forehead. her wife pleaser clung to her, soaked through and leaving nothing to the imagination.

it made your mouth salivate.

you realized you were staring way too late, and looked away quickly.

she noticed, course' she did.

“you keep looking at me like that,” she mumbled, stepping closer, “you’re gonna give me ideas.”

you swallowed cheeks turning warm, “what kind of ideas?”

vi’s smile turned slow, wolfish. “the good kind. or the dangerous kind. depends on how you feel about it.”

the rain outside seemed to disappear, your world narrowing to her eyes, her breath, the space between you.

you didn’t move away.

instead, you said softly, “maybe i want to know.”

that was all the invitation she needed.

her hands found your waist, and she pulled you in, her lips brushing yours like a question. you answered with a kiss—tentative, then deeper, more certain, scarred lips tasting of the sweet tea and carrot cake you served prior. it was all heat and rain and months of quiet glances finally boiling over.

when you finally pulled back, you were both smiling.

“well,” she said, breathless, “that’s one way to warm up after a storm.”

the days that followed were golden.

vi didn’t just help with the work—she became a part of it, part of you. you found yourself humming along with her as you worked, smiling without realizing. she made you laugh, teased you endlessly, but also listened. she made you feel seen.

one night, as you lay in the grass beneath a full moon, she brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, “i didn’t know i needed a place like this. someone like you.”

you leaned into her, heart full. “you’ve got both now.”

she kissed your forehead. “then i’m not going anywhere.”

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Mama loves you ⸝⸝ 💞

love you lots like jelly tots!!!!!🍓💘

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also i have a massive crush on him

i want him

i need him

my ovaries are chanting his name

he's cute, a gentleman, quiet, animal lover, whats not to love??

he's so underrated, not one fanfic out there for him...never seen anyone love him like i do :((((

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so uh

i haven't posted anything new on here in forever

ya um

im not really THAT invested in arcane or whatever anymore so im probably never gonna write for it again.....hahh tho i got old drafts i might post..maybe

atm im binge watching jjk n i want true form sukuna to rearrange my guts pls and thankchuuu <3<3<3<3

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guys...shameless self promo but....i published a bakugo fanfic on wattpad if you nerds are interested...

user is @/ribbonplots

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just one horny femme with no brainpower to think anything up ><

TWO horny femme's with no brainpower to think anything up :3

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send ME some asks i better open up the app to see twenty horny femmes or I'll cry

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ur farmer!sevika fic was life changing btw

thankuuuuuuu :3

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im feeling whimsical and since im such a whimsical girl i present to you my ship

they should do it nasty style! she'd out-freak him

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hi

i'm kinda sad today

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hi sweetie! mama lunette checking in! have you had proper meals today and hydrated? 🩷🎀

☹️😭🥺😖💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

thanks for checking in! it means a lot <3 i haven't eaten yet :> just woke up :>>>>

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hihihi i love ur blog with my whole heart ok bye :)

oh!

thanks :((((((

gonna go cry again :(

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hi

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5-28-25

My cat passed away last night, and I’m completely heartbroken. I haven’t stopped crying, and honestly, it still doesn’t feel real. She was such a huge part of my life and brought me so much comfort and love. Losing her has left a really big hole in my heart.

I think I’m going to take a break from social media for a little while.

Thank you for understanding, and I appreciate your kindness and patience.

Right now, I just don’t have the energy to be online or keep up with everything. I need some time to grieve and take care of myself.

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guys its posted

check my ao3 lol tell me what you think

hear me out: it’s the 1950s. you’re a lonely, wilting housewife in a quiet suburb, married off too young, long before you ever had the chance to discover who you really are. your days are filled with laundry, polite smiles, and the crushing silence of a life that doesn’t feel like your own. and then there’s her — an openly queer jazz singer with a smoky voice and fire in her eyes, performing in a dimly lit underground club where the air smells like bourbon and rebellion. she sees you, really sees you, in a way no one else ever has. and suddenly, your world starts to crack open.

oh yeah im gonna make it sevika x fem reader lol does that aound good? let me knowwww