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dom!Caitlyn believer until the day i die

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streamer!Caitlyn x reader

Summary: when Caitlyn becomes a famous streamer, Piltover quickly catches onto her girlfriend — you.

cw: 600 words | sfw, gamer!Caitlyn universe, implied gamer!reader too, established relationship, social media references

streamer!Caitlyn x reader in which Caitlyn quickly gains an audience of thousands of followers. She's gotten quite good at various games over the years, spending much of her free time in childhood improving her skills when her mother wouldn't let her leave the house. Her posh-sounding accent and fierce competitiveness earn her a reputation of being a very polite sounding competitor. "Come on," Caitlyn scoffs, rolling her eyes after she manages to kill two guys trying to double team her. "At least be good if you're going to cheat to win."

Caitlyn, despite earning her place within Piltover's top streamers by her skills, also gets a tiny boost because she happens to like girls. She's the object of many fantasies online, her comments filled with girls dreaming about her with starry eyes.

I have NOTHING appropriate to say

I'm so happy she's for the girls

All ten fingers <3

Caitlyn's chat figures out she has a girlfriend pretty quickly. It's obvious. They see Caitlyn grinning down at her phone more often mid-stream, pausing in between rounds to respond to a text. Although she dismisses it as nothing, the signs are too obvious to ignore. She has a certain glow to her these days, smiling more often and alluding to spending time with someone after her streams end.

During one stream, Caitlyn sighs, finally admitting it with an: "alright, you all caught me. I've been seeing someone." Her chat proceeds to go insane, comments flooding in asking who you are and if they can meet you. Caitlyn just starts another round, leaning back in her chair as she continues to discuss the game. As much as she wants to show you off on stream, she respects your privacy and refuses to talk about you until you're ready.

Eventually, you finally appear on camera. Your chair is pulled up beside Caitlyn's, and you smile into the camera as you wave to the many shocked viewers that have just entered the livestream. "It's the moment you've all been waiting for," Caitlyn beams, wrapping an arm around your waist as she gives you a light squeeze. "Meet my beautiful girlfriend."

The two of you talk amicably for a while, answering questions and sharing cute interactions. The chat coos over how cute you are, snapping screenshots of you hugging Caitlyn's arm and Caitlyn's loving eyes as she looks at you. There's sure to be ship edits uploaded on social media later. Judging by fans spamming your ship name in the comments, you're the new it couple online.

You compete in games for a while, laughing when you manage to kill the other and even managing to beat Caitlyn in a few rounds (much to Caitlyn's annoyance). You get tired after playing for a while, and eventually retire to Caitlyn's lap, resting your chin on her shoulder with your back to the camera as Caitlyn finishes her stream.

"You okay?" Caitlyn traces soothing circles over your back. The camera's been turned off now, and you're finally alone in her bedroom again. "I hope it wasn't too much for you."

You shake your head against her shoulder, tucking your face into her neck. "No. It was nice to finally play games with my famous girlfriend."

"I'm hardly famous," Caitlyn scoffs, but the corners of her mouth twitch in amusement. "You know, I'm invited to be a guest at a con next month, if you wanted to come with me..."

You smile into her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her warm skin as you wrap your arms around her shoulders. "I'd love nothing more."

Ik this is a little short, but I'm cooking new content — I promise!! We have to keep the Cait fandom alive somehow~

Hope everyone is safe and well! Love you all <3

~Cherry 🍒

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HIII ANGEL. I just wanna say that I literally ADORE your writing sooooo much. (The reason I downloaded Tumblr is bc of you're writing I saw on AO3).

I was wondering if you're ever going to continue with The Labrynth? It got me through my first WLW break up, and it hasn't been updated in a while.

I hope you have a great rest of your day.

I'm sobbing omg??? My writing helped a wlw breakup?? This is so sweet <3

I've actually thought about this a lot lately because I really want to continue The Labrynth (which, for anyone who doesn't know, is my childhood friend!Vi x reader series), but I'm worried that people might not be interested in it because I'm mostly known for my Caitlyn content. I'll likely put out a poll to see people's interest in it <3

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Hiii can you do Caitlyn with pregnant!reader and caitlyn says something really mean and reader gets really emotional abt it PLSSSS

hiii! i tried to combine this with my rich mom!Caitlyn headcanons. hope you enjoy <3

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yesss we need rich mom caitlyn

rich mom!Caitlyn headcanons coming right up <3

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rich mom!Caitlyn hcs ♡

cw: pregnancy (r! is pregnant), post-s2 act3, protective!Caitlyn, family dynamics, Caitlyn and her mommy issues, young Caitlyn cameo

rich mom!Caitlyn has never been the person to dream of kids. She's always been career-oriented, too focused on protecting her city rather than a domestic life. Even as a child, she had loved to scare her mother whenever she was annoying her, threatening to end the Kiramman bloodline by not giving Cassandra any grandchildren. Having kids has never been on the forefront of Caitlyn's mind. That is: until she meets you.

rich mom!Caitlyn freaks out when she sees your positive pregnancy test. She immediately schedules a doctor's appointment for the following day, denying herself any sleep until she knows for sure that you're pregnant. She stays awake the entire night, resting a hand over your stomach in wonder, unable to comprehend that you're carrying her child.

rich mom!Caitlyn constantly worries about you during your pregnancy. She always makes sure that there's a cold glass of water on your nightstand and plush pajamas on your bed every night. She buys you fluffy blankets and loungewear sets, half to ensure that you're comfortable and hold to encourage you to rest more. She stocks the refrigerator full of anything and everything you're craving, even going so far as to buy five different flavors of ice cream because she never knows which one you're going to feel like eating tonight.

rich mom!Caitlyn has never liked shopping much. She'd hated going to the shops when she was younger, often finding herself too bored to care much about buying new clothes. But when she's shopping for child? Different story. The first time she goes into a baby shop, she emerges with three bags full of clothes and baby blankets and little animal plushies that would look so cute in the nursery she's already planned out. She hires the most expensive photographer, too, so that she can get the most beautiful photos of you with your baby bump. She swears it's the most stunning sight she's ever seen.

rich mom!Caitlyn insists that you don't do anything that may be tiring during your pregnancy. Whenever she spots you doing housework or running an errand, she gently guides you to lay back down. "You have to rest, darling," she gently reprimands you. "I don't want you to tire yourself out. Not when I can have someone get anything you need."

rich mom!Caitlyn who accidentally causes a fight because of this. You start feel overwhelmed by her constant hovering, feeling as if she thinks you can't do anything. You're perfectly capable of running to the grocery store on your own, after all. And when Caitlyn insists that she finishes the dinner you started cooking, you finally breach the topic. "I can do it myself, Cait," you huff, taking the spoon back from her. "I don't need your help."

rich mom!Caitlyn easily grows frustrated, not able to understand why you won't let her take care of you. She exhales sharply, eyes narrowing. "Well, too bad. Your job is growing our child, not making dinner. Stop being so stubborn." She yanks the spoon back and glares at you. "Why can't you just listen to me for once?"

rich mom!Caitlyn immediately regrets her words. She feels a pit in her stomach when your eyes gloss over, as you blink back tears that desperately want to fall. In her frustration, she had forgotten your pregnancy hormones. "Oh, sweetheart," she immediately drops the spoon and rushes forward to take you in her arms. Caitlyn cradles your head against her shoulder, gently stroking your hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be harsh. I know you're capable of making dinner; I just — I just worry about you. I just want to make sure you're okay."

rich mom!Caitlyn cries when your daughter is born. She holds your hand the entire time, not bothering to wipe away the salty tears that skate down her cheeks. She lets you have your moment with your newborn daughter in your arms, gazing at the two people she loves more than anyone in the world. Later, after you've fallen into an exhausted sleep, she pads over to the cradle that holds the tiny bundle of blankets. "Hey," she whispers, tracing one finger over the baby's soft cheek. "I'm your Mama. And I'm going to love you and protect you forever."

rich mom!Caitlyn takes time off from her job immediately after you give birth. No second thoughts, no questions asked. She wants to help you in any way possible, and that includes spending quality bonding time with her daughter while you get some much needed sleep.

rich mom!Caitlyn often falls asleep with your newborn daughter resting on her chest. She has one hand over her tiny back the entire time, as if she's acting as a shield for anything in the world that could possibly touch her beloved child. When you wake up from a nap, met by the sight of your wife and daughter cuddled on the couch, you can't help the sleepy smile that lights up your face.

rich mom!Caitlyn is deeply afraid of being like her own mother. She has dreams, sometimes, of failing her daughter in the same way that Cassandra had failed to be there for her. Caitlyn awakens in a cold sweat, her mind racing with all the fears of hurting her daughter, causing her the same pain that she had felt growing up. She only releases when you soothe a hand down her back, kissing her cheeks and whispering about what a good mother she is, how deeply devoted she is to your family. She leans her head against your shoulder, navy locks of hair spilling down your shirt, as you ease her back to sleep.

rich mom!Caitlyn lavishes her daughter with all she could ever want. She buys her the most expensive stroller, the highest-rated crib, and has no qualms about purchasing an entire new wardrobe every month. Caitlyn buys fluffy jackets and beanies in the winter, wrapping her daughter up snugly so that she stays warm, while she buys fashionable sunglasses and flip flops in the summer. You just sigh when you see another package show up at your doorstep, holding up the sandals in exasperation. "Really, Cait? How'd you even find $200 flip flops for a 3-month old?"

rich mom!Caitlyn constantly worries over her daughter's safety. She lathers her up in the best quality sunscreen whenever you go out together, and she baby-proofs the entire house when your daughter learns to crawl. "It's better to be safe than sorry," Caitlyn reminds you as she sets up a baby gate at the door of the nursery. You can't argue with her. Actually, you love watching her like this: your loving wife so devoted to making sure your daughter is safe and protected.

rich mom!Caitlyn holds you every night, pressing gentle kisses all over your face. She murmurs her thanks between every kiss: an expression of her gratitude for you. Caitlyn has never felt so much love for someone than she does for you in these moments, holding the woman that gave her a child

rich mom!Caitlyn who would do anything for you and your daughter.

I miss you guys :(

Got multiple requests for mom!Caitlyn after I posted about wanting to write her teehee~ I tried my best to combine them into one.

I'm going to try to post a bit more since it's a new month. The Caitlyn stans must soldier on if we want to keep the fanbase alive, so remember to support your fav creators!!! More Caitlyn content is coming, I promise <3

~Cherry 🍒

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idk why #sapphic is trending rn but i just wanted to say i love being a lesbian and i love being a girl that loves girls

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national girlfriend day and i do not have a girlfriend to post, wtf is this insanity?!?!

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Loved salt water dreams! Really atmospheric and sweet. Also love some appreciation for Gold Rush such an under appreciated song! (Although I was worried as gold rush is a bittersweet song) but I loved how peaceful your writing is thank you for sharing

Thank you sm my anon!!! I loooove gold rush; I went more for the peaceful, coastal love vibes rather than the angsty part. I just couldn't help myself hehe

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Love ur writing

thank you sm love <3

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might bring back Caitlyn x hyperfemme!reader because AHHHHH i love being hyperfemme

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. . . you got (e)mail

caitlyn kiramman x fem! reader. office romance

when emails from a colleague become more. aka Caitlyn Kiramman has a crush on you & doesn't know how to flirt.

Subject: Paperwork Criteria Comment

Good morning,

I had some time to look over your submitted paperwork. Unfortunately, I do not think it meets company criteria. See my notes, and we will re-evaluate. 

Regards, Caitlyn Kiramman

Fuck Caitlyn Kiramman. You had spent all night making sure that paperwork was up to par – see her notes? God, how the fuck did she have time to do her own paperwork, and then find time to nitpick your paperwork. You had not had enough coffee to deal with the heir of the Kiramman business.

Caitlyn had joined the company a couple months ago, some bullshit about working her way up from the bottom as if her last name was not plastered on the side of the building. Though, you did feel for the girl. She was trying, at least. The emails made the empathy harder. And they were, for some reason, only directed at you.

Subject: Re: Paperwork Criteria Comment

Dear Caitlyn Kiramman,

Fuck you. Literally and Figuratively.

Warm Regards.

You had meant to backspace. Instead, you're met with the ever-familiar whoosh! sound of an email sending. Fuck. 3 googles searches later, and you learn that emails cannot be deleted. And you probably were going to be fired for your email cursing at the boss's daughter. 

Which is how you find yourself, at Caitlyn’s desk, praying she had not opened her email yet. While you wait, you wonder if you should have brought something for her; maybe she liked cupcakes? All you had to offer was the granola bar, ungraciously squished in the bottom of your bag. Fuck.

Heels click against the floor, and the clouds around your head seem to disappear as your eyes meet hers. Her eyebrow raises slightly, before she speaks, “What’re you doing here?” she asks, and she sounds confused; which makes sense, it's not as though people were lining up to talk to the boss’s daughter. Actually, nobody had lined up.

“Hi Caitlyn,” you greet, and then wince at your inability to be nonchalant. “I don’t know if we’ve met before, I’m–,” you start, and she cuts you off. Okay, Great. 

“I know who you are,” she says, before realizing that she had cut you off, murmuring a quick, “Sorry for interrupting. I’ve seen you around,” she says, as if she hasn’t been sending you nitpicky emails spanning over the last couple months. 

“Oh.” you falter, before nodding, trying not to get deterred. “Oh, okay well I was wondering if you had a chance to check your email because I sent you something by accident and it looks really bad, but I swear that's not what I meant–,” you ramble, as she takes out her phone and opens her email. Fuck. Maybe she would get really chill for the first time ever. 

Her lips quirk up at the email. Maybe she thought it was funny. You hoped so. The job market was brutal. “So you don’t want to fuck me literally or figuratively?” she asks, and your face turns to one of mortification fairly quickly. And she laughs– Actually full-on laughs. You had emailed her a bunch of curse words, and here she was, laughing. 

You look, somehow, even more appalled, as manicured nails reach for the water on her desk, taking a sip after her laughter quells. “I’m sorry– it’s not funny.” she murmurs, and somehow the way her accent wraps around the words make the crudeness of your email sound polished. “It’s alright. I’m sure the emails must be irritating, in their own capacity. I’m sorry,” she apologies, and you blink at her; was this a dream? The Caitlyn Kiramman, apologizing to you? You tried not to pay attention to the lilt of her voice, and the way her accent curled around her words. God, she was so posh.

“No! It’s okay– they aren’t that bad. Just frustrating sometimes,” you admit, and the way she looks at you doesn’t seem judgemental or angry – she seems to revel in your presence. You realize, with a slight pang in your heart, guilt maybe, this was probably the most Caitlyn had actually spoken with a co-worker in the year and a half she’d been working here. “Uh– where’d you go for lunch? I’ve been looking for new places,” you throw out, and the smile that she tries to push down is unmistakable. God, she was cute. 

Which is how you find yourself, slowly becoming friends with Caitlyn. The shift is gradual, of course, granted your email, but she seemed to find you amusing. And you enjoyed the reserved smiles that seemed to become a commonality in your presence. First she takes you out to some cafe; hidden away in the bustling street, and the servers seem to know (and adore) her. It was scrappy, but the food was some of the best you’d ever had, and the company might have been better. 

The real Caitlyn was nothing close to what you imagined; she was witty and incredibly sharp, and her laughter was elegant, but she was also kind. The way she would look over your reports – the comments weren’t meant to be nitpicky, they were meant to help you grow. The way she would lend a hand to co-workers who were known for demeaning her position in the company – (nepotism, they called it. You knew better.) The way she seemed delighted to have a friend who was a co-worker; the coffees on your desk before an early meeting, lunches together. You had invited her out to a bar once, after work; she was thrilled, in her own unspoken way. You also learned that Caitlyn couldn’t handle her alcohol. She learned that you did not consider her emails thoughtful flirting. 

So she shifted her approach. The emails were consistent, but they were accompanied by invitations to get dinner together after work. Dinner at very exclusive hard-to-get-into places, which she had no problem getting either of you into. She didn’t correct the hostess when she referred to the two of you as “Mrs. & Mrs. Kiramman.” Neither did you.

Subject: Overtime Query 

Greetings, 

I noticed that you were planning to stay overtime to review your presentation. Coincidentally, as am I, and I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner together afterwards. I have a reservation at 7 o’ clock for 2. I look forward to seeing you. 

Warm Regards,

Caitlyn Kiramman

Dinner that had spiraled into her tongue on you, and somehow she had more skills past her flawless grammar and pristine work ethic. “I have no interest in casual. You’re mine. Obviously,” she had said, after the 4th or 5th time together. Which is how you found yourself arriving to work with Caitlyn. People had muttered, and started; you were sure your names had been thrown around by the watercooler. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care when her manicured hands had curled into yours as you walked to the parking lot.

Today had been a particularly trying day, long meetings and not enough sleep (Caitlyn had returned from a business trip of 3 days, and had taken it upon herself to prove how much she missed you. You already knew how much she missed you. She sent you 12 emails. You didn’t protest.) 

“Can you grab me some coffee too—” you begin, looking up as you hear the unmistakable sounds of her heels – Louboutins today – as she approaches your desk , and she cuts you off as she places the warm cup onto your desk.

 “Already did. Just the way you like it.” is all she mutters, and your lips quirk upwards at the way her ears redden.

“Careful Kiramman, I might think you like me,” you tease.

Subject: I know you didn’t eat lunch.

Meet in my office in 15? I brought food for you. 

Love,

Caitlyn Kiramman

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Caitlyn definitely gets super cold at night. She runs colder, and she used to pile extra blankets and pillows on her bed to keep her warmer during colder nights.

Now that she has you? She clings to you in her sleep, naturally gravitating towards your warmth even in her subconscious state.

When it's cold in the mornings, she delays getting out of bed, even as the light streaming through her curtains indicates that the day has started. You look at her, all sleepy-eyed in the early morning hours. "Don't you have any early meeting?"

"Five more minutes," Caitlyn mumbles, nosing her face into the warmth of your neck. Her legs twine with yours under her silken sheets. "Too cold. The Noxians can wait."

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how have I never written Caitlyn as a mom WHAT???

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Saltwater Dreams — Caitlyn x reader

Summary: Caitlyn asks you to spend the weekend with her at her family's cabin by the sea. Between salty kisses and sun-kissed skin, you wonder if your greatest desire is a life with her: a life just like this.

cw: 800 words | sfw, implied post-s2 act3, mutual pining, kissing, established relationship, more of rich gf!Caitlyn

Piltover’s seaside has the clearest water you’ve ever seen.

The thought occurs to you as you leave the stretch of white sand on the beach, favoring the coolness shimmering water. Waves lap gently around you, reflecting the light of the beaming sun overhead. It’s the perfect summer day: warm without being too hot, paired with a gentle breeze that makes the palm trees sway. You take it all in, closing your eyes to breathe in the fresh air when— 

Splash!

“Caitlyn!” You shriek, drenched from head to toe in salt water. You rub your eyes to clear them, turning to glare at your girlfriend. "What the hell?"

"What?" Caitlyn blinks her eyes, the shade of blue matching that of the ocean. "I didn't do anything, darling. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, you—!" You fume. "I wasn't planning to wash my hair tonight!"

"Well," Caitlyn pretends to consider this, stepping across the soft sand near you. "I guess if you're already wet, it means I can just—"

"No!" 

But it's too late.

Caitlyn practically tackles you, her 6'1" stature effectively knocking you off your feet and into the sea. She follows, equally submerged in the waves. Though, as mischievous as she can be, she doesn't let go of you. She never does. 

You breach the surface of the water, inhaling the fresh air deep in your lungs. You can't reach the bottom now, having strayed too far in, but Caitlyn's height allows her to comfortably stand. She holds you in her arms so you're face to face above the water, droplets of salt sliding from your wet hair down your cheeks.

"You're annoying," you shake your head, but you can't find it in yourself to be mad. Not when Caitlyn looks so beautiful like this: navy hair turned black from the water and comforting arms drawn around you like she's your life raft. 

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? 

"You like it," Caitlyn murmurs, all in posh accent. She's unhurried with her movements, like life has slowed down to allow you this peaceful weekend up at her family's cabin by the sea. Another thing her mother had bought just because she could, she had told you while convincing you to spend the weekend with her. 

Being with her like this makes dangerous thoughts swirl around your mind. The kind of thoughts that question: is this what it would it would be like if we were married someday? This life together?

You're brought out of your own world by said girlfriend. Caitlyn kisses you in an instant, her lips tasting of salt and sunshine. When your hand comes up to caress her cheek, you can feel the coolness of the water lingering on her skin. You smile, unable to help the suppressed laugh that slips through your lips. Caitlyn smiles in return, drawing back to gaze at you. "What's funny?"

"Nothing." You brush back the wet strands of hair from her face. "Nothing at all."

It feels like a dream: this weekend with Caitlyn. The coastal town you're staying at is perfection. Days are filled with sand-covered towels, sticky fingers from saltwater taffy, photos taken of golden beach sunsets. Nights are filled with bonfires that go into the early hours of the morning, gentle music playing as ambiance to your conversations. 

On the cold nights, you curl up in Caitlyn's sweatshirts, contented by the scent of her that's embedded into the soft fabric. Caitlyn draws a blanket over you, and the two of you skewer marshmallows on sticks to roast over the fire. You debate what the perfect amount of golden-brown is on a marshmallow because, of course, Caitlyn insists that she knows the best ratio (she doesn't). 

Caitlyn doesn't have to burden the duties of Piltover, and you don't have to worry about the responsibilities of your life. Your biggest concern is where you should go out to dinner tonight, and if your swimsuit will dry in time to swim again tomorrow. You've never felt more content, and when you glance at Caitlyn's eased features, you can sense how peaceful she feels.

Now, though, Caitlyn presses another salty kiss to your forehead. "Should we go inside before we get sunburned, darling?" she questions, and promptly takes your hand to lead you out of the water. 

A few minutes later, you're walking up the path to Caitlyn's cabin, carrying your towel and a few pretty seashells you had found in the water. You wrap your arm around Caitlyn's waist as your sandals click against the path, hugging her close to you. "I never want this to end."

"Oh, sweetheart," Caitlyn soothes. She shifts her beach bag higher on her shoulder so she can wrap an arm around your shoulders in return. "Don't worry your pretty little head. We have the rest of our lives to come back whenever we'd like." 

And you don't. Because when the sun sets and the day is done, you can hear the waves crashing against the beach from the cabin, letting the noise quiet you to sleep in Caitlyn's warm embrace. 

Hiii lovelies!! I missed giving you writing in the past week~

This is inspired by Taylor Swift's "gold rush" — including a certain line I used. I highly encourage you to listen!! It's such a dreamy coastal song.

I hope everyone is having a beautiful week! Sending lots of love <3

~Cherry 🍒

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Girl I love your cat!caitlyn works makes my heart fuzzy and warm!

Thank you sweetie!!! I've gotten so many requests for more cat!Caitlyn that I'm going to do MORE of her hehe

(I'm not sure what that'll be yet so feel free to drop ideas in the comments or my inbox)