#loser!vi

[sombrashe]

loser!vi sending these to you. you take it as a joke but she sits there, face unmoving as stone as she wait for you to finally understand. that all she wants in life is to watch you bounce on her lap.

[ellieslittleslutt]

College!Ellie Head cannons

i saw @cheyisagirlkisser do this and i love it so much so please go check out her page, i literally start fan girling over what she writes🙏

MEN DNI!!!

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ majors in engineering and sometimes takes art classes if she feels like it.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ ellie’s dorm is basically just a display case of everything she likes. she has her limited edition comics up, dinosaurs figures, posters and vinyls all around.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ this girl cannot stay up past midnight. by 10 she’s already crawling into bed getting her phone out to doom scroll until she passes out.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ i know she has a whole collection of funky socks in her wardrobe. she picks certain pairs based off her outfit or her mood.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ listens to music like a life line. whenever she’s walking to class or in class she always has an earbud in blasting her music.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ she just randomly has a tattoo gun in her dorm and whenever she gets bored she gives herself a new tattoo.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ in the kitchen she has a certain section of the fridge she dedicated to her funky magnets and the rest of the block caught on adding their own and she loves it.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ the day joel was helping her move in the first thing she did was plan out all her posters and where her action figures are.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ joined a dnd campaign and plays with them three times a week and sometimes you tag along just to watch her get into the story. you love how passionate she can get with it.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ her diet is mainly just granola bars and fruits she keeps in a small basket snacking on them through the day.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ she really really likes taking your clothes. if you guys just had sex she will take your panties or tank top that you wore and keeps them in its own spot in her wardrobe. you’re aware that she does this but pretends that you don’t know so that you can watch her get red when you ask about it.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚speaking of sex she gets shy each time staying under the blankets while you finger her (loves being sub)

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ loves skin to skin so much that each night you come over she’ll sleep only in her boxers cuddled to you.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ she brought her ps4 down into the tv room so she can play all her games and her dorm mates hate it so much. once she got really high and went down to play uncharted waking everyone up.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ her sketch book is filled with sketches of you doing random things and just cats. whenever shes out she takes her sketch book with her and sketches each cat she sees and then goes to pet it.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ when she misses you she’ll lie in bed listening to your playlist on the brink of tears, you just went the grocery store to get her snacks.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ actually really good at turning in work but gets so stressed doing it you have to sit there with her helping her through it (can be taken two ways)

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ hates getting drunk but loves getting high but the one down side is that it’s harder to hide from her RA.

˖⋆𐙚₊˚ when she gets dragged out to a party by dina and jesse she mainly stands around following them around not knowing what to do so she just listens.

a/n she’s such a cutie patootie and sorry if this sucks i’m half awake rn and barely able to type.

[sevikas-biceps]

It's the way I cackled at this I'm so sorry-

Like. Cait loses her mum. Whereas the sisters get their dad back. THE WAY THEY JUST HUG THERE MUST BE AN INCREDIBLE SLAP TO THE FACE-

[therealmylesmorales]

loser!vi first kiss?? would she just do it out of the blue and freak out cause she couldn't stop herself or reader kisses her first and vi short circuits??

Is it bad to say I think Vi’s lips would be chapped like 80% of the time

WC: almost 300

Vi wasn’t listening to you.

Not completely.

Yeah, you were talking, probably about something important. She knew how to read lips but the longer she stared at you— your lips, rather— words no longer made sense to her.

It was only your second date, it was probably too early. The last thing she ever wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable. But…you have known each other for a while before Vi asked you out. And you agreed, therefore you held some sort of attraction towards her.

“Vi!” Your fingers snapping in front of her face broke her out of her thoughts. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…sorry, I’m listening.”

Fuck, what were you saying? Vi sighed to herself before giving you her full attention once more.

As Vi was studying your face, her eyes traveled down to your lips again and everything became white noise to her.

You knew Vi wasn’t listening. She made it very obvious. And the fact that her eyes dropped once again during your date solidified that.

So, you made the decision to finally give her, and you, what she had been silently asking for. You stopped yourself mid rant and leaned across the table to give her a kiss.

Vi wasted no time in reacting. As soon as she felt your soft lips, Vi melted into you. One of her hands gripped tightly onto your shirt to pull you in closer.

“Can you finally start paying attention to me, now?” You muttered, allowing some distance between you both.

Vi knew she immediately needed another taste. Her rough hands cupped your face to bring you back in.

It was at that moment, Vi knew she was obsessed with you.

[whatdidtheydotomygirljinx]

the entirety of act 2 season 2 is just fanservice for jinx fans but they somehow misunderstood why we liked her in the first place. like i liked jinx because she was a pathetic loser not because she was a hero and mature and great at one-liners man these writers just didn't Get It

[euphorix-moon]

A Little Dream of Me

Vi x Reader

Short Drabble of Vi thinking of you to help her fall asleep...

The sound of the city's chaos was far away but always present in the back of Vi's mind as she sat by herself in the dark light of her makeshift room. Her body was worn out from the struggles of the day, yet she was woken by a restlessness.

In an attempt to get rid of the thoughts that were constantly racing through her mind, she tightened the thin blanket around her shoulders. She thought about you, the only person who had been able to get beyond her tough shell. You had become someone she thought she could trust, someone who saw past the fire and the fists in a world when trust was scarce. She wondered whether you ever gave her any thought when you were alone, like she thought about you late at night.

She mumbled to herself, "Dream a little dream of me," the lyrics of a song she had heard quietly in her head. Vi closed her eyes and entered a fantasy, a dream in which the world's sounds vanished and it was just the two of you.

She pictured you walking next to her, your laughter echoing in the air, a soft counterpoint to Piltover's brutality. Her heart skipped a beat when you gazed at her with compassion and affection. In this dream, there was only the comfort of your presence—no fighting or mayhem. Vi grinned quietly as she slept, the thought of you giving her a sense of calm that she hadn't had in a long time and, Although it wasn't much, it was sufficient for the moment. All she wanted was for you to be in her world, as you were in her dreams, when daylight finally arrived.

A/n: I just made this cause Vi really just needs to some gentle life in her life, hope you enjoyed

[elsfairy]

ㅤㅤ﹕ ꒰ ྀི  🧁 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒   ー ♡

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who clams up and starts to sweat when she spots you in the same room as her. tries to act like she’s all cool and hip, but how can she when you’re smiling at everyone, and making conversation while she’s just slumped in the corner of the room, blushing furiously because you’re here so close yet so far from her, and are oblivious to the fact she’s got a raging crush on you? and to make it even worse, for her . . you’re always catching her staring at you, and that fucking smile you offer her, makes her weak in the knees.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who fidgets relentlessly the first time you place your hand on her shoulder, as you try to move past a group of people. aware that it wasn’t intentional but she couldn’t stop the way her face flushed, hands began gripping her thighs tightly the longer you were touching her. thankful that her hair was covering the side of her face, so you couldn’t see how bright it became at the small touch. but god did you smell good. hints of flowers and something sweet that she couldn’t fully put her finger on. almost passing out when you whisper a small “hey” in her ear.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who shamelessly stutters the entire time when you finally sit down and talk to her. you though, being oblivious as usual, aren’t aware or noticing the way she’s got her fingernails digging into the chair or the way she has to stop looking at you and making a fool of herself as you talk about your day. It’s hard for her, you’re the prettiest thing she’s ever seen and she didn’t want to fuck it up by randomly blurting out you’re hot or fuck me. or simply has to bite down on her lip at the sound of your sweet, soft voice. she was utterly fucked.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who does indeed let her mouth get the better of her, and before she can stop herself she’s already rambling out “you’re just really pretty, why are you talking to me? There are more less awkward women here for you” and for a second, she’s scared you’re gonna up and leave her mid-conversation. instead, she’s blushing madly, bashfully nervous when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and a small “you’re more interesting than them, Pink” comes tumbling out your lips.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who ends up falling over a shipment of boxes at work when you surprise her, your hands barely doing any damage when placed on her shoulders, but you make her so nervous that she’s bound to fall over something and make it more embarrassing on her part. constantly and nervously chewing on her bottom lip the longer you just . . . stare at her with that fuckin’ pretty smile of yours. “was just wondering . . . do you wanna go on a date with me? that’s if you want to of course, Pink” to which she stutters a nervous “v..violet, my name . .” let’s just say it took her a solid 10 minutes to realize you were dead serious about a date.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who spends the entire first 30 minutes just gawking at you. she watches the way your fingers trace the wine glass, the way your nose crinkles up when you’re focused on reading the menu, and how the corner of your lips twitch upwards when spotting a group of dogs walking outside the restaurant. she still had no idea how to act cool around you, because watching, sitting there looking all elegant while she just stared like a damn perv, was nothing but cool. It’s your fault for being so pretty. pretty girls, especially you, are her weakness.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who outright almost whimpers and has to clench her thighs together tightly when you let out a soft moan, the taste of whatever food you ordered, she doesn’t remember honestly, hits your taste buds. how can someone even moan all pretty? she doesn’t fucking know but all she knows, is that she wants to hear it again, amongst other sounds, she’s dying to get you to make. she felt gross, thinking about you this way and imagining the way you would look, makeup ruined, tears staining your face as she buries her face between your thighs. would you run your fingers through her hair, tug and pull until she felt light-headed? would you damn near suffocate her with your legs? she would let you do anything, but if you keep moaning like that, she’s gonna burst.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who forgets how to speak or function the minute you somehow end up on her lap after eating. Shit, you aren’t really sure how you ended up sitting on her toned, hard thighs but you weren’t complaining. Violet, on the other hand, was panicking. her fingers were twitching, she could feel the sweat on her forehead trickling, and her throat was so dry because she you were so close to her, also didn’t know where to fucking put her hands. on your hips? on your neck? hell, in your hair? girl was so lost in her own gay panic that she didn’t feel your hands pulling her arms around your waist until you pat her on the head, placing your own on her shoulder. “you worry too much. you can touch me” don’t give her that fucking idea.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who for the first time in her life, is burnt like a tomato and insanely shy the minute you go down on her. she’s got one hand over her mouth trying to conceal the pathetic whimpers and moans, the other tangled in your hair. Your hands are gripping her hips for dear life, creating crescent moons in her soft skin, fucking hell— she doesn’t even know how long you’ve been between her legs, lapping up at her cunt like a starved woman. all she knows is that she’s on cloud nine. the feeling of your nose bumping against her clit, and the way your tongue feels between her folds is enough to have her panting like a dog. until of course, a sharp but gentle slap lands on her cunt, a needy whine slipping from her lips. “take your hand off your mouth, and let me fuckin’ hear you, yeah? can you be a good girl and let me hear you?”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who is so loser by her 3rd orgasm that she’s touching you every with such a need. gripping your tits, pinching your nipples, kissing and sucking your neck. occasionally switching to your jaw, but always coming back to your neck, leaving pretty purple marks as she goes. hearing those moans and whimpers in her ear is another plus.if she could record every sound you’ve made tonight and make it on a loop, she would have done that hours ago because to her, you sound so angelic that she needs to hear it more.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who is obsessive when she hands her hand in your back pocket, keeping you close to her when someone gets too close and personal with you. she’s really not afraid to show people you are hers, and no one else’s. although she does panic a little at the thoughts of maybe she’s being too clingy or being way too possessive towards you, but it’s when you hold her free hand tighter, damn near breaking her fingers, that she calms down and can finally breathe.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who finally without a doubt, will steal your underwear, no matter if it's before or after sex or you are getting ready for the day. she will with no shame just take them out of your hand after you just picked out which pair you want to wear, and stuff them into her pocket. that smug grin on her lips when you looked at her, mouth open and eyes wide, hair still unbrushed and sticking out in different directions. “what? I’m taking these because you’ll be working and now i won’t miss you as much, if i have something to remind me of you, Sweetness”

[verysadlesbian]

I made a post earlier about Christian Linke's bullshit and deleted it, because I found even more bullshit while looking through twitter and that got me questioning if he was even involved in the actual writing of the show at all. At this point, I think what may have happened is: he had some of the ideas for the plotpoints, presented them to the writers of the show and went home to take a nap, then the animators and VAs filled in the blanks. All these additions, the retcons to cover up his barely veileid homophobia, the disregard to the social commentary and, overall, the disrespect to the audience, as if we're a bunch of dummies who would take anything he says as true because he's a co-creator, as if we have no capacity to think for ourselves and interpret what is shown (and other things that I'm not gonna get into, right now)... He's been pissing me off a great deal and honestly, I didn't feel this much vitriol for a creator of something that I liked since J. K. Rowling (even though she's objectively worse and I was much younger when liked Harry Potter, so there's also the nostalgia of it all, but it's like this hits the same because my love for arcane is stronger, y'know what I mean?). He's digging his own grave and we're just watching it happen in real time, it's kinda fascinating.

[avocadosockz]

this is literally them

[sequenceofmind]

guys, she's just passionate and very dedicated to her job!!

[icequeenlila]

Highschool AU

"You should ask him out."

Jayce sighed in annoyance, not even looking over at Vi in the passanger seat.

"I can't just do that", he said, keeping his eyes on the road as he carefully steered the car over a crossing.

"Why not?", Vi asked. Only it sounded more like "Wha noh?" with her mouth stuffed full of pizza roll.

Jayce rolled his eyes. "We've talked about this. V is my best friend, I can't just confess like that."

He heard his friend swallow her food before she spoke up again.

"Why not?"

Another roll of his eyes. "Because we already have a working relationship, which is straightly platonic. He's my best friend and I don't want to mess that up. Now shut it."

"Straightly platonic", Vi muttered next to him. "Neither of you are straight, but okay."

"Can you stop being so annoying?", Jayce snapped. "Just concentrate on keeping the cake safe."

"I am", Vi said deadpan, patting the cardboard box resting on her lap. "Imagine, I can hold on to this thing and get on your nerves at the same time. It's called multi-tasking."

"It's also called distracting the driver."

"You just want me to shut up about Viktor."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's exactly what I want."

"You're a pussy, Jayce."

"Said the girl who cried like a bitch when Cait got kissed by some Ginger at a party."

"Wow. That's low."

"Oh yeah? I'll go lower. That girl stole Cait's first kiss because you were too pathetic to confess to her."

"You son of a bitch!"

"Keep my mother out of this!"

"Child!"

Jace blinked. "Wha- "

"Child, Jayce! There's a child, hit the fucking brakes!"

Jayce stomped his foot down on the brake pedal, forcing the car to an aprubt halt in the middle of the road. Both of them screamed as they got thrown forward, half strangled by their seat belts.

Through the rush of adrenalin, Jayce saw white spots dance before his eyes. His heart was pumping wildly, and his head hurt where it had hit the steering wheel.

"Fuck!", Vi shouted next to him.

Jayce forced himself to sit back up straight.

"What?", he lulled, vision still swimming. "Did we hit it? Oh god, did I just kill a child!?"

"No", Vi said, only it sounded weirdly pessimistic. "Child's okay. But the cake is not."

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More probaply coming. The cake was for Cait btw.

[sombrashe]

loser!vi core

[ellieslittleslutt]

Brewed ❀

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!

pairings: barista!ellie x journalist!reader

the barista you visit every morning finally makes her move.

cw: none really reader is called pretty girl once and smoking? also swearing

a/n: AHHH I LOVE THIS. definitely writing a part two

wc- 1k

not proof read pt2!!

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“have a nice day” she smiled at you. the kind of smile that just makes you melt. you smile back at her trying to ignore how your cheeks heat up “you too” you said turning around each step you melt further into the floor.

it was always her. that one independent cafe that charges $8 for a coffee, you thought it was worth it just to see her smile and say that line she was scripted into saying. every morning on your way to work you would stop by to order the same thing each morning, a hot latte to go with a small sandwich. on your days off you’d take the time to sit down and get some work done with your order.

this morning was no different. while you walked to work sipping on your coffee and taking a bite of your sandwich you noticed the cup had a message on it ‘you’re beautiful enjoy your coffee!!’. you couldn’t help but take a photo of it sending it to your friend lidia.

lils- get her number!

you- idek know her name how tf am i supposed to do that?

lils- she wears a name tag no? just go off that

you- pretty sure it’s fake

lils- how do you know?

you- just doesn’t fit her… whatever i’ll talk more when i get to work

when you got to work you sat down at your desk looking at the stories you have to research made but your boss. “seriously?” you mumbled to yourself as you looked at the long list when suddenly lidia pokes her head in “so cute barista?” she teased sitting next to you.

you sigh “yeah anyway think her name tag is fake it just doesn’t match her” you tell her sipping your coffee while starting your typing “well what does she look like?” she asks leaning against your desk. you think back to each time you saw her and every little detail of her “shoulder length auburn hair, always has it in a half up bun but sometimes a low bun which makes her look so pretty, pale green eyes and freckles”. lidia just chuckles “jesus you’re down bad huh?”

“shut up” you mumble your cheeks red as you hit the side of her arm and she laughs putting her hands up “what stating the facts we get paid for it” she smiles at you and back at the note on you’re cup “so think she likes you?”

“i don’t know maybe she just said that for tips? i used to do that” you shrug and you continue working on your computer “well you could just ask for her numberrr” she says again raising an eyebrow at you, rolling your eyes you go back to typing “like i said im not doing that… ill get her name first or whatever”

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thay weekend you went on with your routine, heading to the cafe with your laptop and note pad to try and get some articles done so your boss gets off your ass. you sat down with your usual smiling at the barista when she walked by you.

you smile back at her then look at your coffee seeing another message written in it ‘you look like and angel’. your heart almost explode and you swear you almost passed out. you look back at her and she was leaning against the counter watching you with that smirk. god she was so hot. she gave you a wink before standing up going back to work.

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over the course of the next two weeks ellie would leave little messages on your coffee cup or the paper bag of your sandwich. each time you took a picture getting all giggly and happy. you found yourself looking forward to it each morning.

one weekend you got up getting ready in your go to cold weather outfit. you had gotten your bag and keys going to the cafe with a smile. when you got there you saw ellie taking an order from some guy. you sat down opening your laptop and hopped to get a few articles written. with all the holidays this time around your boss had you working harder with more stories to write.

you stayed a few hours the barista serving you and you got your little message. this time while she was taking all the dishes she left a napkin with a proud smile. ‘my shift ends in a few minutes meet me outside ;)’ classic.

you quickly got all your things putting the napkin in your bag. you went outside to the front to see her sitting at a table on her phone smoking a cigarette. she looked up at you and smiled sitting up “hey” she said with a smile. her voice oh my lord you were dying.

“hi” you said nervously and sat down. you honestly had no clue what to do. your flirting game was abysmal. she offered you a cigarette and you took it taking a puff off it.

you both got to talking for a bit. she told you her name was ellie. it suit her really well. with her style and her eyes everything suit her. she told you that the cafe was only a small part time kid she took every morning and she really worked at the clinic in the afternoons. that explained why she was never there for lunch.

you told her you were a journalist and she tilted her head “no way who’s your boss?” she asked with a chuckle “maria miller you know her?” “yeah she’s my aunt” you chuckled looking at her “small world huh?” “more like town everyone knows each other here” she shrugged.”

when it got to around 1 pm ellie looked back at you “ah shit gotta head to the clinic.” she mumbled grabbing her bag “yeah it’s getting cold staying out here” you replied standing up too.

“i’ll give you my number pretty girl?” she asked with a smirk holding her phone. pretty girl? it niagara falls down there. you flushed bright red and smiled handing her your phone and she put in her number “well i would love to do this again? how about i take you out on a proper date? dinner maybe? can you do tomorrow 7pm?” all you could do was giggle and nod “yeah yeah i can make that” you reply still nervous.

“i’ll see you around” ellie says putting a hand on your arm before walking away.

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taglist: @autisticintr0vert @eveshyper @soodle-noup @puppywilliams

[allmyloveandyours]

gafed too close to the sun now she on the dusty ass floor crying like queen get up

ref pic:

[therealmylesmorales]

Loser!Vi who trips and stumbles when she sees half naked reader (like on a beach in a swimming suit or after shower wrapped in a towel) <3 I just know she’d be a mess

This took too long to write I’m sorry

WC: 500

You and Vi hadn’t been together for long, only a few months. Yet, it was the best months of her life. She felt secure, and loved. Granted it was probably too early to say that but she didn’t care.

She felt as if you were the one.

Vi was currently heading up to your apartment to pick you up for a date. You had texted her to come inside and just wait but you were nowhere to be seen. So she decided to explore what she could, looking at your framed photos or picking up a few knickknacks you had; she was just learning more about you.

The next door she opened happened to have a surprise on the other side. You had a bra on but you were otherwise shirtless. While you were a little confused at the sudden intrusion, you weren’t alarmed.

Vi was heavy footed, you heard her coming down the hall.

”Oh, shit!” Vi said, immediately covering her eyes. It hadn’t been for long, less than five seconds. But in those seconds, she had the perfect view of your cleavage and that image was burned into her mind. “Shit—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, honest! I was looking for the bathroom,” she lied.

”…other side of the hall, Vi.”

Vi could feel her cheeks becoming warm at the sound of your voice. “Right, yeah.” She reached for the door, only for her to accidentally slam it on her foot when she attempted to close it. “Ow—fuck, sorry.”

When you were finally alone, you couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Dork.”

Or alternatively, if you were the one that got flashed by Vi:

You decided to facetime Vi. You knew she got out of the gym only thirty minutes ago and figured she would’ve picked up an appetite after her workout.

The phone only rang for a few seconds before Vi picked up, a large smile on her face. Her hair was wet, a sign that she just got out of the shower, and a pair of sweats hung low on her waist showing the band of her boxers. Your eyes were glued on something else.

Her bare chest and pert nipples, standing at full attention. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen her tits but you have always acted like it was the first. It didn’t help that you could see the dark ink of her tattoo every time she moved.

Damn.

”Hey, babe,” she called after leaning her phone on the counter to fix her hair. “What’s up?”

You couldn’t answer. You now had a full view of her entire torso; the way her arms flexed with every movement and her stomach…fuck, stay focused.

”Uh, baby?”

Vi’s voice finally broke you out of the trance she unknowingly placed you in. She was now closer to the phone, looking over your face. “You okay?”

You couldn’t help but huff at her. “Cover them up, slut, so we can grab some food.”

”What the—“

[fandomkicks]

And if there’s a loser lesbian in it I’m seated everytime!!