about! vi just couldn’t hold back her feelings anymore, she needed to tell you how she felt…
cw! just mild cursing, mentions of reader being drunk
word count! 764
an: sryyyy pt.3 took so long! went on vacation but now im back! literally wrote this on the plane half asleep so excuse any errors!
it had been two weeks. two weeks since your date stood you up and vi let you cry and rant to her. 1 week and 6 days since she cleared her whole day just to spend time with you and to make sure you were really ok. 1 week, 6 days, and 1 night since she realized she was in love with you. after spending the whole day with you, watching your sadness disappear and be replaced by your regular bubbly personality, it struck her heart in such an endearing way she didn't know what to do. vi sat upright in bed, holding her face by her temples as she tried to reason with herself. her mind flipped through the memories of the time you both spent together as roommates. she remembered the way her heart would flutter or her chest would tighten just a little every time you accidentally brushed against her. or those nights when you were drunk and vi had to drag you by the arm to stop you from doing something stupid and falling over yourself.
fuck.
vi loved you. vi loved you and she was sure of it. maybe she should tell you… right? if she really thought about it, she had the best chance. she'd seen enough of your dating trials and tribulations to know what your type was, what your love language was… yea. she could do this, she was going to tell her best friend she loved her! but… what if you didn't feel the same way? no, no, she couldn't think like that. she got up and paced around her moonlit room, her hands tangling into the short, magenta hairs on the nape of her neck. mustering up all her courage, vi grabbed the doorknob, and turned it. you were in the kitchen, casually leaning on the counter, scrolling on your phone as you waited for your food to reheat in the microwave. you were in basic lounge wear, an oversized, off the shoulder pink graphic tee and a pair of loose white shorts. vi could feel her knees wobbling like they were turning to jelly as she walked forward, steeling her nerves to try and act natural.
“hey… what ya cooking up? microwaving leftovers or something…” her voice tapered off nervously. damn it. she was so nervous, unsure if herself, like a complete 180 from her usual demeanor.
you looked up at her, a small smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.
“just the chicken wings from last night. want some? i have some extra fries to spare.”
vi felt like she noticed every single, endearing, beautiful feature and unconscious gesture you did, her senses feeling like they're at 500%. the way you offered up your own food without her even asking, the way a stray lock of hair fell down in front of your face.
“no no no, yea im fine. uh hehe… are you like, free? to talk?”
you took a mental note of vi’s nervous laughter, the gesture completely unfamiliar to you. the microwave alarmed loudly, and you quickly pulled your food out, a bit concerned about what vi wanted to “talk” about.
“yea im free… is everything alright? you seem kinda fidgety and nervous. did something happen?”
“no, no no no uh… nothing happened. i just sorta wanted to tell you something.”
vi walked slowly to the counter, taking a seat on the barstool. from the other side of the counter, you could see her hands trembling ever so slightly, the way she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths.
“listen… i… i don't know how to sugarcoat this, or make it… easier to digest, i guess? fuck. i love you. i love you and… and i tried to tell myself it wasn’t romantic feelings but fuck, it is and I have to tell you. do you… do you have me? or just… don't feel the same way?”
you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurd situation you found yourself in. vi, your roommate, best friend, this confident, doesn't take no for an answer girl, was stumbling over her words and was anxious because she had a crush on you. vi looked up, her eyes wide in surprise as your melodic laugh hit her ears. you were… laughing. so that meant you had to like her back, it had to. your hand found her shaking one, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“vi. you're nervous… over me? hah- i… im sorry, i just can't believe it! violet id be glad to be your girlfriend, if that’s what you’re asking.”
What if.... when they get back to Earth Keith takes Krolia to his dads grave and the screen pans down the whole tombstone and that's how we find out his dads name....
