Punk Rock!Vi x Nerd reader headcannons
PAIRING: Vi x Reader. NOTES: English is not my first language! i'm so sorry if it's a bit bland, or if there's a few grammatical errors, but please remember i'm trying my hardest! also, feel free to send requests! i can't really stop you from reading anything..so if you're a minor, just please don't interact with me. WARNINGS: none! pure fluff :)))
ᯓPunk Rock!Vi who plays with your hair while you’re studying.
To put it simply, you were locked in. With your laptop open in front of you, you were sat at your desk, copying down notes into a notebook, trying to make what you were writing as easy as possible to remember. You had been sat there for a while, brows practically locked in a furrow of concentration, lips pursed, knee bouncing. Small habits you never noticed to fix.
You had gotten used to the music Vi was listening to, (or blasting..) the instruments fading, getting pushed to the back of your brain. The only thing you were focused on was the laptop screen, and the lined paper in front of you. The lack of distraction had made you work faster than usual. Though you were pulled from your trance when you felt your hair being twisted around fingers.
Vi had come up behind you, body adorned with a white tank and sweats, hands beginning to smooth through your hair, fingers twirling the strands as she peeked down at what you were writing.
Her hips swayed to the beat of her music, singing along to the lyrics with no apparent embarrassment. “And it went, uuh, and the girl caress me down, uuh, and thats that lovin’ sound..”
You perked your head up from your notebook, unable to resist a small giggle at her antics. You tilted your head up to look at her, who was already looking down at you. Your eyes locked, and Vi only smirked, raising her brows just slightly as she slurred the spanish of the song. (Caress Me Down - Sublime)
“You gonna let me study, or..” you muttered, your hair still tangled between her fingers.
“Just pretend i’m not here.”
You sighed, yet there was no annoyance evident in your face. For now, studying was forgotten. Vis features were your brains current spotlight, taking them in one by one, analyzing them like it would be the last time you would look at her.
ᯓPunk Rock!Vi who loves getting tutored by you. She loves how patient you are with her.
“..And that’s it.” You spoke, sitting back with a small smile.
The both of you were sat in a library, pencils held in your grips, notebooks laid in front of you. You were helping Vi understand something she didn’t, specifically, math—the infamous subjects most kids either hate, or just completely don’t understand. Vi fell into that category.
“..I don’t get it.” Uttered Vi, staring down at the numbers on the paper that looked more like scribbles to her. She glanced up at you, expecting to get teased, when you leaned in closer, and began explaining it once more.
She had always been appreciative of your patience with her, the realization that you weren’t going to give up until she got it filling her heart with gratitude. Quietly, she rested her head atop your shoulder.
ᯓPunk Rock!Vi who lets you try on her makeup if she notices your curiosity.
Getting up after sleeping over at your dorm was one of Vi’s least favorite things to do. She didn’t want to untangle her limbs from yours, to let the cool air fill the spaces that were once closed with your skin on hers. But she knew it had to be done.
With a grunt you both departed from the mattress, Vi’s arms still wrapped around your waist from behind as you lead the way down a hallway which lead to the bathrooms.
You finished cleaning up before Vi, now just watching her apply her makeup, which was a rather short routine. It was only two steps: eyeliner, and applying a lipstick shade that wasn’t much darker than her natural color.
You watched as she ran her eyeliner stick over her pointer finger, then bringing it up to rub over closed eyelids, creating the smudged eyeliner look that was undeniably Vi. She glanced over at you, noticing your gaze on her.
“Babe, it’s rude to stare.” She teased with a small smirk, doing the same process with her other eye.
Your cheeks dusted scarlet, letting out a small laugh. “..Just curious..”
“Yeah? wanna try it, then?” She proposed, watching you decide whether to let her smear black over your eyelids or not. Your obvious interest took over, because you ended up giving her a nod.
Vi’s smirk turned into a grin as she turned to face you, taking your chin between her thumb and pointer finger. “Close your eyes,” It didn’t take long before you felt her finger rubbing gently over the delicate skin of your eyelids.
“..Okay. Open.” She put both hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the mirror as your eyes cracked open. You gasped, before a genuine laugh bubbled from your throat.
“Oh my God…Vi, I look crazy.”
Vi let out her own laugh, nudging her elbow into your arm. “You look cute.”
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