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Melting Point

Part 1 - part 2 - part 3 pairing: college AU. mech student Vi x physics student reader word count: 3.1k a/n: idk why this ended up being so long tbh. i’m just chronically bored n have nothing better to do. someone pls drop show recs or i will combust 😭 anyway. since i’m suffering, this is now a 3-part series no one asked for.

Vi is your best friend in the world.

You mean it, because since you met her, she’s been a refuge, your company, and a light in your darkest moments. Always there, never judging, never tired of listening, celebrating your joys as if they were her own, and holding you up when you couldn’t go on. Over time, she taught you that true friendships exist, that there are people who stay, who care, who understand…

And that you can come with just her tongue in a matter of minutes.

Her hands parted your legs gently but firmly, she licked your clit several times before pressing her tongue softly against it. You couldn’t help but move your hips up and down, and she let you, letting you satisfy your need, letting you use her. When she decided to stop your movements to steady you, you felt two of her fingers playing with your entrance, and you stopped her:

“Just your mouth, Vi, please,” you whispered so sweetly she couldn’t say no. Then she picked up the pace, her movements changed, became more insistent. She wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked softly, lifting her eyes to look at you as she went on. Her eyes, that puppy-dog look, was what pushed you to the edge, the fact that the intensity of her gaze was begging for something, something you still don’t know, don’t understand. Because of course, that night is a thing of the past, a hidden moment from the first months of your friendship.

You remember how it all started, that afternoon the sun was mercilessly beating down on the cracked asphalt at the bus stop. The humidity made your clothes stick like an uncomfortable second skin. You were sitting on the edge of the bench backrest, checking the transit app for the third time. Delayed. Again.

You sighed, soaked in exhaustion, having had lab all afternoon, and the heat only made the wait more unbearable.

A horn sounded nearby, not loud enough to startle you but enough to catch your attention. When you turned, a matte black truck, with a few dents, had just stopped in front of you.

“Hey, brainiac,” you couldn’t help but smile at the nickname from that voice. It was Vi, with a crooked smile and that sparkling blue look that always seemed about to get into trouble. “Need a ride?”

You blinked. It wasn’t like Vi was a stranger, but you weren’t friends either. You’d crossed paths in a few general module classes, talked a couple of times, more by circumstance than choice.

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” you replied with a polite smile. “I live pretty far, it’d be a hassle.”

“Far like another city or another country?” Vi raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. Her tone was playful, but there was something sincere in her offer. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do.”

You hesitated. She didn’t seem like the type to offer favors out of courtesy. And yet, there she was, elbow resting on the window, like waiting for you under the sun was the most normal thing in the world.

“Are you sure I’m not making you go too far out of your way?”

Vi smiled. “Absolutely. In fact, I have a personal policy of rescuing smart girls who melt at bus stops. Consider it a heroic act.”

That made you laugh, short but genuine. You sighed one last time and got closer to the truck.

“Alright. But if you kidnap me, I’m going to complain the whole way.”

Vi pushed the passenger door open from inside. “Perfect. I love whiners. Get in.”

It stayed in your mind that, even though you didn’t know her well, you got in, but not before texting your mom to say someone was giving you a ride home, along with the license plate number of the truck, 'just in case.'

Inside, it was surprisingly tidy. A half empty water bottle rolled on the floor, and there was a wrench shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. Vi broke the slightly awkward silence between you.

“So, physics, huh?” Vi said as she merged into traffic. You wondered how she knew since you’d never told her, though looking back, your personality probably gave it away or maybe it was the pin on your backpack that said “hot girls study physics” your sister had given you. “I always thought you looked like you could split atoms with your mind.”

“They don’t split,” you corrected immediately. “Technically, they’re bombarded with neutrons.”

She smiled. You thought she’d call you “brainiac” again, but she didn’t. “That’s sexy. I love bombs.”

You burst out laughing, surprised. Vi had that knack for turning the ordinary into something entertaining. The conversation flowed naturally. You talked about annoying professors, the upcoming semester, and above all, about how much more you had in common than you expected. 

The trust between you two grew quickly. You went from being casual acquaintances who'd bump into each other now and then to being more than just confidants. Before you even realized it, Violet already knew your parents, got along great with your siblings, and, most importantly, had become your personal chauffeur. At the time, your family was just coming out of a rough financial patch, so whenever you felt too lazy to take public transport and couldn't afford a taxi, you'd text her. She never said no, she was always there.

By the end of your third semester at university, you were at a party with the only two friends you’d managed to keep from high school when you started noticing something off. The vibe felt strange. They were acting weird, hanging around with three guys you’d never seen before, whispering and laughing in a way that made you uncomfortable.

So, without thinking twice, you pulled out your phone and texted your lifesaver.

You: Vi, are you busy?

You sent the message just as you felt a strange presence behind you. One of the guys your friends brought was whispering things in your ear that made you want to throw up. Not knowing what to do, you looked at your friends, who insisted you “go along with it” and “don’t be a bore.” Disgusted, you pulled away from his grip and ran to the club bathroom, slipping into the first empty stall you found. You grabbed your phone to send Vi another message, but saw the typing dots.

Vi: Depends on who’s asking. What’s up, doll?

You: I’m at a party and I need you to come get me, please.

Vi: Is it that bad? What happened?

You: Remember I told you about my best friends from high school? They invited me to celebrate one of their birthdays, but they brought three guys and want me to stay with one. They’re shoving him on me and won’t listen when I say no.

Vi: Seriously? Did they hurt you or anything? I’ve got a new wrench and it’d look great on the head of any asshole who hurts you.

You roll your eyes.

You: I’m serious, Violet.

Vi: So am I, baby.

That nickname made you feel weird. You imagined how she’d say it, with that crooked smile, whispering in your ear. You shook your head and refocused on the situation.

You: Can you come?

Vi: Sure, but there’s a little problem... I’m kind of on a date with the girl with the big ass from our computer science class, you know? The one with the big cake, the double escape, turbo booty, the SUV... You mind if we pick up both of you?

You: You could’ve just said her name, I know who she is. Also, SUV?

Vi: Yeah, cause it’s big and roomy. We’ll pick you both up, okay?

You: Isn’t that a hassle? If you’re on a date, maybe you shouldn’t interrupt.

Vi: Don’t be silly. You know my thing is having sex in the backseat after dinner and calling it “casual.” I’m on my way. Told my date we’re rescuing a damsel in distress.

You: Thanks, Vi. Really.

Vi: Always. Stay where you can see us when we get there. We’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t worry about a thing.

Vi’s fifteen minutes gave you just enough time to try to avoid your friends—keyword: try. As soon as you stepped out of the stall, you met their bloodshot eyes, drunk from so much drinking, but still insistent. As much as you cared for them, you’d said no, and you stood firm. Despite their attempts to convince you, you refused until you got fed up and told them to fuck off, leaving the bathroom and, without looking back, the club.

The night that hugged you was cold, and for some reason, it made you feel alone, betrayed. You don’t remember if it was the alcohol in your system or just standing alone on a corner on a Saturday night, but you wanted to cry, cry until you had no more tears, cry until you passed out and woke up when the bitter taste in your throat was gone. But you didn’t. The light of the truck, which you already recognized from just the sound, blinded you for a moment. And as if an angel sent from heaven to watch over you, you heard her voice:

“Get in, brainiac.” Vi’s voice made you want to cry even more, but you held back. You looked up to see the driver’s window rolled down, and through it, the pink-haired girl leaning slightly out, an elbow resting on the edge of the door. “It’s cold out here, and with that skirt on this corner, I’d dare to ask how much you charge by the hour, gorgeous.”

The girl next to her elbowed her and gave her a threatening look, to which she replied with a simple, “Relax, it’s a joke between friends.”

Without saying a word, you got in the back seat, head down. “Thanks for getting me out of here, Vi, and sorry to interrupt, really,” you whispered, feeling embarrassed now. Vi’s date wasn’t too happy about your interruption but tried to hide it as much as possible. Your best friend, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the girl’s irritation, giving you a concerned look through the rearview mirror and asking, “You okay?” You just nodded. You’d already bothered her enough by making her come get you; you didn’t want her to worry more.

The ride home was quiet for a few minutes. Then Vi and the stranger started talking about things you didn’t really understand. Your mind was elsewhere, quickly analyzing the night’s events, the way your “friends” treated you. Tears welled up again, but Vi’s turn snapped you out of it.

“Turn right,” you corrected her. “I thought you knew the way like the back of your hand.”

“I do.” She looked at you again. “We’ll drop off this lovely lady first.” The words surprised both you and her date, who gasped offended. You saw her try to argue, but Vi gently dismissed her, whispering so you wouldn’t hear.

A few minutes later, very offended, the girl got out at her house, slamming the door.

“Grumpy,” Vi whispered, turning to you with a sweet smile. “You coming up front or do I have to come get you?”

“Violet, why did you do that?” you scolded her as you gathered momentum to slide into the front seat without getting out of the car. “You were supposed to take me home and then go back to your date. Now Turbo Booty will think I’m one of those toxic friends who can’t stand to see the other in a relationship and she’ll hate me.”

“To hell with what she thinks. You’re going to explain in detail what happened at the party and why you were sobbing like a sad puppy the whole way here. And be honest.”

“I already told you what happened. They wanted to hook me up with one of those guys by force. I said no and told them to go fuck themselves. That’s it.” You said firmly, trying to sound convincing, but her look called you a liar, spelling out every letter. You looked down. “And I was crying because I felt betrayed... it hurt.”

The tears you’d held back finally came. “It hurt that they did that to me, that they treated me like that. It felt awful.” Violet looked at you, not knowing what to say. Then her arms wrapped around you gently, and she ran a hand through your hair, stroking it softly.

“It’s over, darling.” She whispers as she tries to soothe you. “You’re safe, I’ve got you, okay? Relax.”

Your sobs eventually stop, though your body still trembles slightly. “Sorry for ruining your date.”

She chuckles softly, and you look up to meet her usual teasing expression, though this time it’s a little softer.  “I told you it wasn’t a date.” Her fingers brush your face, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. “Besides, even if it was, it doesn’t matter, you’re more important.”

“Thanks, I—”

“Stop thanking me for the tiniest things,” Vi interrupts, and her gaze makes you feel strange, something new. “Are you drunk?”

You shake your head. Feeling insecure, you’d decided not to drink at all, you didn’t even feel comfortable thinking about being drunk around those people. Vi hums quietly and stays silent for a few seconds, studying your eyes, your breathing. Then, slowly, her lips move closer to yours. You wait until they’re almost touching before turning your face, and your best friend’s soft lips press against your cheek.

You want to kiss her, you’ve wanted to for a long time, and you would have now if it weren’t for the fact that…

“Less than half an hour ago you were fucking someone, Vi. Kissing you would be kissing her, her pussy.”

“I… we didn’t go that far,” she sighs, looking at you with almost pleading eyes. “Sure, my plan was for us to, but then you called me.”

“So now I have to return the favor?” you ask sarcastically, hoping her answer won’t cost you another friendship.

“No.” Vi shakes her head quickly. “It’s not about that. You mean too much to me to do that to you. I just… thought you’d want it. I don’t know why, forget it, it was stupid.”

For the first time since you’ve been friends, you hear her mumble, doubt what she’s saying, doubt herself, and that surprises you. For some strange reason, it turns you on.

Without thinking, you move toward her, toward her lips, and kiss her. Your lips move slowly over hers. You both hesitate, wondering if you should stop, if it’s right, but you don’t. Instead, Vi presses her lips harder against yours. One hand travels to the back of your neck, gripping and pulling you closer in a way that makes you let out a moan muffled by her mouth.

Vi leans over you, reclining the seat, dominating the kiss with a passion that intoxicates you, carrying you to a dirty, lustful, carnal cloud. Her kisses trail down to your neck, where she bites and marks you. Yours. That’s what you are now, only hers.

Unaware, her hands are already on your thighs, slipping under your skirt. They’re timid, exploring unknown territory. You feel her fingers stroke the wetness your panties are already soaking. She smiles; you blush.

“We can stop if you want, darling,” she teases with a crooked smile, her fingers sliding over your clothed center.

“No.” The answer escapes you with a whimper that begs for more, needs more. You move your hips, pressing against her fingers. There’s a moment of silence as she stares at you, the same smile on her lips, her eyes half-closed.

Vi spreads your legs. It happens so suddenly it burns, it hurts. She kneels in front of you, moving slowly enough to annoy you. Your best friend is giving you time to reconsider, to think things through, and even though she wouldn’t want it, to say no. Seeing you don’t, she wastes no time burying her face between your legs, kissing your cunt over your underwear in a messier way than when she kissed you.

You hear her moan against your wetness, her fingers trembling as they slide your panties down. She doesn’t remove them completely, just leaves them around your knees. Then she watches for a few seconds, not at you, at her: your folds shining with the proof of your arousal, looking shy, as if you’ve never been touched, loved. Vi is deliberate with what she does, brushing her nose against your wet folds. Her tongue moves with precision that kills you, starting at your clit, moving to your entrance, then back again. Her movements are slow, teasing.

“Violet,” you moan her name, bringing one hand to her head, holding it exactly where you need it.

Vi, busy moaning over the slippery mess she’s making, looks up, and oh, you can’t help but squeeze her between your legs when you see those eyes.

“Did something happen?”

You shake your head. “Please, don’t stop.”

She chuckles softly. “Relax, doll, I won’t.”

Her hands part your legs again, this time gentle but firm. Her tongue works in small circles, nibbling and sucking your clit several times before pressing it softly against him. Your whimpers and her gasps fill the tight space in her truck. Neither of you says a word for a long while, just surrendering to the sensation.

Vi, who hasn’t even stopped to breathe, pauses to speak, her voice hoarse and dripping with saliva.

“You taste divine.”

That’s all she says before diving back between your legs.

You couldn’t help but move your hips up and down, and she let you, letting you satisfy your need, letting you use her. When she decided to stop your movements to steady you, you felt two of her fingers playing with your entrance, and you stopped her:

“Just your mouth, Vi, please,” you whispered so sweetly she couldn’t say no. You never told her, but she noticed, despite your outgoing personality and the long list of partners you’d had, your sexual experiences were few, and when it came to penetration, nonexistent.

Then she picked up the pace, her movements changed, became more insistent. She wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked softly, lifting her eyes to look at you as she went on. Her eyes, that puppy-dog look, was what pushed you to the edge, the intensity of her gaze begging for something, for more moments like this, for you to stay.

Your back left the seat, grinding yourself against her mouth. You feel everything inside you shift: the heat of your body, your breathing, the way you grab her hair, and, of course, the way you once saw your best friend.

That very night, Vi stroked your hair as your head rested on her chest. You both tried to catch your breath, to process everything that had just happened.

“I… we shouldn’t get used to this. It was just a one-time thing, you know?”

You roll your eyes but play along, because believe me, that wasn’t the last time, and you both knew it wouldn’t be.

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Okay okay so genderbent Violet…but named like Crimson? Or maybe Thulian….Rufous sounds nice too, but I don’t wanna just go from Violet to another V name because it’s based around her hair color, right? I at least wanna keep it color based

Any recommendations cause I’m cooking rn😈

Last? Post for today but eueueue redrawing funny things I’ve been so obsessed with Arcane for like five months

I’m gonna be post like SO MUCH in the next hour cause I finally logged back into my tumblr

Sketches I took from like all in my notebook and a repost from uhh insta

Isha Bunny's Adventure

Isha ends up in a modern au. Since she's not in her alternate body it is not difficult to convince them that she is from an alternate universe. They care for her while they try and find a way to put her back, but the more they get to know her the less they want to send her back. They get her a talking tablet to help her communicate, and some of the things she says can be... concerning. Like talking about how hard Vader can hit, about being in the habit of watching his body language to make sure he wasn't upset, just in case she needs to dodge. She is, of course, referring to Warwick, who does not have full control over his bloodlust and actions, but they do not know this, and with Vader having had an instance of domestic violence in the past with Silco, he knows he is technically capable of hurting his family even if he loves them.

Caitvi kidnapping

The kingdoms of Piltover and Zaun have slightly different politics and events. The two are on the brink of war, with Piltover refusing to give Zaun an inch of the power they have a right to. Caitlin is off on a hunting trip or the like when she runs into Vi, and they become close. Vi realizes that they have the perfect blackmail and convinces Caitlin to become their hostage.

Time travel for the adult kiddies

(Please note that this was written after only having watched some of Arcane and before season 2 started.)

The main four kids, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, and Katlyn, end up dumped in the past due to experiments. They are at a point where they are all on good terms with each other and are basically adults by this point. They are dumped into the scene where Silco is using his monster to attack Vander and the children, right before Powder blows them all up. Vi immediately figures out where they are and delegates them all to a task. She sends Jinx to go stop her father and his pet monster from killing them, with Katlyn watching her back from said monster. She sends Ekko to go help Vander and the kids escape, hopefully, they will recognize him enough to let him in. Vi herself goes to find Powder to hopefully keep her lack of understanding of Hextech and bomb safety from killing them all.