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THEY SHOWED ME THINGS, I DIDN’T KNOW

authors note : been on a terribly long writers block and i decided to write this while listening to red wine supernova! this is not proofread and forgive me for how bad this is + smut is not what i can write so js made it an heavy makeout sesh.

pairings : caitvi x fem!reader

red wine supernova by Chappell Roan playing!

It wasn’t like I’d ever been invisible. My teachers loved me, my grades were near-perfect, and I played second violin in the orchestra. People knew my name. But somehow, none of that made me feel seen.

Until Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi walked into my life.

They were the kind of people who didn’t just walk through the halls of Piltover High—they owned them. Caitlyn, with her sharp uniforms, always carrying herself like she was heading to a boardroom rather than her next AP class. And Vi? Well, Vi was everything Caitlyn wasn’t—wild hair, a perpetual smirk, and that leather jacket she wore like a badge of honor. They were opposites, but together, they were magnetic.

And for some reason I still don’t fully understand, they noticed me.

I was sitting under the big oak tree in the courtyard, trying to focus on my history notes but mostly just zoning out. That’s when their shadow fell over me.

“You’re in my chem class, right?” Caitlyn asked, crouching down to meet my gaze. Her voice was crisp, but her smile softened it.

“Uh, yeah. I sit… three rows back?” I replied, surprised she even knew I existed.

“She’s got the neat notes,” Vi said, plopping down next to me like she’d known me her whole life. “The ones that look like they belong in a museum or something.”

I blinked, unsure if that was a compliment. “I just like color coding.”

Vi grinned. “Cute.”

From that day on, they didn’t leave me alone. Not that I minded. It was… nice. Caitlyn helped me with calculus when she realized I was hopeless at derivatives. Vi taught me how to throw a proper punch after she overheard me confessing I’d never even been in a fight. They pulled me into their orbit, and I let myself get swept away.

But the thing that stuck with me most wasn’t the tutoring or the sparring sessions. It was the way they opened my eyes to things I’d never thought about before.

“I can’t believe you’ve never done this,” Vi said, tugging me toward the edge of the rooftop.

It was late, far past curfew, and Caitlyn had dragged me out of bed with a promise of “something fun.” That “something fun” turned out to be sneaking onto the roof of the tallest building in the neighborhood to stargaze.

“I’m not exactly a rebel,” I muttered, hugging myself against the chill.

“That’s what we’re here for,” Caitlyn said, her tone light but her gaze steady. She sat down, patting the spot next to her. “Come on. You’ll like it.”

I hesitated for a moment before joining her. The view was… breathtaking. The city stretched out below us, a sea of glittering lights that felt as endless as the stars above.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Told you,” Vi said, flopping down on my other side. “This is what life’s about, y’know? The little things.”

Caitlyn nodded. “The things that make you feel alive.”

I glanced at them, my chest tightening. They made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t realized I was missing.

They showed me music I’d never heard, places I’d never been, and feelings I’d never felt.

Caitlyn took me to a gallery opening one weekend, her hand warm around mine as she explained the stories behind each piece. “Art isn’t just about technique,” she said, her voice low and soothing. “It’s about the way it makes you feel.”

Vi, on the other hand, took me to an underground concert. The music was loud and messy, and the crowd was suffocating, but she was there, grinning at me like this was the greatest place on earth. “You don’t think, you just feel,” she yelled over the noise, pulling me into the rhythm.

Between the two of them, I learned how to look at the world differently. To feel it differently.

I don’t know when I started falling for them. Maybe it was the way Caitlyn’s eyes softened whenever I asked her about her favorite book, or the way Vi’s laugh echoed in my chest like a second heartbeat. Maybe it was the way they looked at me—like I wasn’t just the quiet girl with perfect grades but someone worth knowing, worth loving.

The three of us were sprawled out on Caitlyn’s couch one evening, a bottle of cheap wine Vi had smuggled in resting on the coffee table.

“You’ve never had wine?” Caitlyn asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.

“I’m underage,” I reminded her, earning a snort from Vi.

“Rules are just suggestions,” Vi said, pouring me a glass. “Live a little.”

I hesitated before taking a sip. It was sharp and tangy, and I coughed, making both of them laugh.

“You’ll get used to it,” Caitlyn said, her hand brushing mine.

“Yeah,” Vi added, her grin softening. “First time’s always weird, but after that? You wonder how you ever lived without it.”

They weren’t just talking about the wine.

They showed me things I never knew—about the world, about myself, about what it means to love and be loved. And for the first time in my life, I felt seen.

By Caitlyn and Vi.

And that was enough.

It was one of those nights that felt infinite, the air buzzing with unspoken energy. Caitlyn’s bedroom was dimly lit by the soft, golden glow of her bedside lamp. The three of us were piled on her plush, oversized bed, a half-finished bottle of wine between us. I could feel the heat of Vi’s arm pressed against mine, Caitlyn’s knee brushing my leg as she shifted closer.

“You’ve been holding out on us,” Vi teased, her voice low, a little raspy from the wine.

“About what?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“About this,” she said, reaching over to gently tug the hem of my shirt, her smirk playful but her eyes… different. There was something in them, something that made my breath hitch.

Caitlyn tilted her head, studying me like I was one of those paintings she loved to explain. “You’re nervous,” she said softly, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

I swallowed hard. “I—”

“It’s okay,” Caitlyn interrupted, leaning in. Her hand reached up, cupping my cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “We won’t push you, but… if you want to try…”

I barely had time to process her words before her lips were on mine. They were soft, warm, and patient, moving against mine in a way that made my head spin. My hands hovered awkwardly at my sides before I hesitantly rested one on her shoulder.

“Not fair,” Vi murmured, her voice thick with mock annoyance.

Caitlyn pulled back, her lips quirking into a grin. “There’s enough of her to share,” she said, her tone teasing but her eyes impossibly tender.

Before I could respond, Vi’s fingers found my chin, turning my face toward her. Her kiss was nothing like Caitlyn’s. Where Caitlyn was soft and measured, Vi was fire—hot and consuming, her lips pressing against mine like she’d been waiting forever.

I let out a quiet gasp, and Vi chuckled, her forehead resting against mine for a moment before pulling me into another kiss. This time, Caitlyn’s hand slid to the back of my neck, her fingers threading through my hair as she pressed kisses along my jaw.

It was overwhelming and dizzying in the best way. Their hands were everywhere—Caitlyn’s light and exploratory, Vi’s firm and grounding. I felt like I was being consumed by them, every nerve in my body alight.

“You’re so beautiful,” Caitlyn whispered against my skin, her breath warm and her voice like velvet.

“Perfect,” Vi added, her lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I didn’t have words. I could only lean into them, letting myself drown in their touch, their kisses, their warmth.

In that moment, I wasn’t just seen—I was wanted, cherished. And I wanted them just as much.

The room felt heavier now, charged with something electric, like a storm waiting to break. Caitlyn’s lips trailed down the side of my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake, while Vi tilted my chin toward her for another kiss. It wasn’t rushed or impatient—it was slow, deliberate, like she was savoring every second.

“Relax,” Vi murmured against my lips, her hand finding its way to my waist. “We’ve got you.”

The words sent a rush of warmth through me, making it easier to melt into them. Caitlyn’s hand cupped the back of my head, guiding me toward her as Vi pulled back with a playful smirk.

“Your turn again, Princess,” Vi teased, leaning back to watch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my thigh.

“Don’t call me that,” Caitlyn shot back, though there was no real bite to her tone. She turned her attention back to me, her lips curling into a soft smile before she kissed me again. Her hand moved from my neck to my jaw, tilting my face to deepen the kiss, her movements smooth and confident.

I barely registered Vi moving closer until I felt her fingers brushing against the hem of my shirt, her touch feather-light. “This okay?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost gentle.

I nodded, the word catching in my throat before I could say it out loud.

Vi’s grin softened as she leaned in, her lips pressing against my shoulder. “You’re so damn cute when you’re flustered,” she muttered, the warmth of her breath making my skin tingle.

“Don’t overwhelm her,” Caitlyn chided, though her lips were still brushing mine as she spoke.

“She can handle it,” Vi said with a wink, her fingers sliding under the fabric to rest against my waist. Her touch was warm, grounding, and it made my head spin all over again.

They worked together in a way that felt effortless—Caitlyn’s kisses slow and exploring, while Vi’s hands roamed, her touch just the right mix of teasing and reassuring. Every now and then, they’d exchange a glance, a wordless conversation passing between them, making me feel like I was the center of something bigger than myself.

“You’re doing so good,” Caitlyn murmured against my lips, her hand trailing down my arm to intertwine her fingers with mine.

“Better than good,” Vi added, her lips brushing against the corner of my jaw as her hand tightened slightly on my waist. “You’re perfect.”

I felt like I was floating, caught between the two of them, their touches and words wrapping around me like a cocoon. For the first time, I wasn’t overthinking or doubting myself—I was just feeling. And it was everything.

Caitlyn pulled back just enough to look at me, her expression soft and adoring. “You’re sure this is okay?” she asked, her thumb brushing against my cheek.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely audible but certain.

Vi grinned. “Good. ‘Cause we’re just getting started.”

She leaned in again, and I let myself sink into the moment, into them. They were showing me things I never knew, things I’d only dreamed of. And for once, I wasn’t afraid to let go.

Caitlyn shifted, her hand trailing from my cheek to rest lightly on my shoulder. Her eyes scanned my face, taking in every reaction like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” she whispered, her voice so tender it made my chest ache.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Vi leaned in, pressing another kiss to the corner of my lips before trailing her way to my neck. Her teeth grazed my skin, just enough to make me gasp, and she chuckled against me.

“Damn, Cait, I think we broke her,” Vi teased, her lips moving against my neck as she spoke.

“She’s not broken,” Caitlyn countered, her tone amused but firm. “She’s overwhelmed. There’s a difference.”

I couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh, my head spinning as their attention consumed me. “I’m right here, you know,” I managed to say, though my voice was breathless.

Vi pulled back just enough to smirk at me. “Oh, we know. Trust me, we know.” Her hands slid from my waist to my hips, her grip firm but comforting. “You’re impossible to ignore.”

Caitlyn hummed in agreement, leaning in to press another kiss to my lips. This one was slower, deeper, and I felt myself melt into her touch, my fingers instinctively reaching for her waist. She smiled against me, her hand gently tracing along my jawline before pulling back slightly.

“I love how responsive you are,” Caitlyn murmured, her thumb brushing against my bottom lip. Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and she smiled at my reaction.

“Yeah,” Vi added, her voice dropping an octave. “You’re like a little open book. Every time we touch you, it’s like you light up.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and I ducked my head in an attempt to hide it. But Caitlyn’s hand was there, gently tilting my chin back up.

“Don’t hide from us,” she said softly, her eyes searching mine. “We want to see all of you.”

Vi leaned in again, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before whispering, “She’s right. You don’t need to hold back with us. Just let go.”

Their words, their touches, the way they looked at me—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. I felt like I was unraveling, piece by piece, but instead of falling apart, I was being put back together by their hands, their lips, their warmth.

Caitlyn kissed me again, her hand sliding to the small of my back, pulling me closer. At the same time, Vi’s hands moved up, brushing against the hem of my shirt before slipping underneath, her fingertips trailing along my skin.

“You okay?” Vi asked, her voice softer now, almost gentle.

I nodded, my voice caught in my throat as I leaned into their touch. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Caitlyn’s smile was radiant, her lips pressing softly to my temple. “Good,” she whispered. “Because we’re not letting you go anytime soon.”

Vi’s grin was wolfish, her fingers grazing my ribs as she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. “Better buckle up, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

And with that, they pulled me even deeper into their orbit, their touches and kisses showing me a world I never knew existed—a world where I was wanted, adored, and completely, blissfully theirs.

The room felt smaller now, the air thick with heat and something deeper—something electric that pulsed between the three of us. Caitlyn’s lips found mine again, her movements impossibly soft, like she was memorizing every detail. Vi’s hands were still under my shirt, her touch slow and deliberate as her fingers ghosted over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“Relax, baby,” Vi whispered against my neck, her voice low and soothing. Her lips brushed my skin, lingering at the spot just below my ear, and I felt my breath hitch. “We’ve got you.”

Caitlyn pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against mine as her thumb traced slow circles on the back of my hand. “You’re safe with us,” she said softly, her words laced with so much care it made my chest ache.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Good,” Caitlyn murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead before leaning back, her eyes scanning my face. “Because we want to take our time with you.”

Vi chuckled, her hands sliding to my waist as she leaned back enough to look me in the eyes. “She’s right,” she said, her smirk softening into something warmer. “This isn’t just some one-time thing, you know. You’re ours now.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave, and I felt my heart stutter in my chest. “Yours?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” Vi said, her grip on my waist firm but comforting. “If you want to be.”

Caitlyn’s hand cupped my cheek, her gaze steady and full of something I couldn’t quite put into words. “We mean it,” she said softly. “We want you with us—not just tonight, but for as long as you’ll have us.”

I blinked, the weight of their words settling over me like a warm blanket. “I…” My voice faltered, but when I looked at them—at Caitlyn’s gentle smile and Vi’s steady gaze—I felt the last of my hesitation melt away.

“I want that too,” I said finally, my voice quiet but certain.

Vi’s grin widened, and she leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Good,” she murmured. “Because we weren’t planning on letting you go.”

Caitlyn smiled, her lips brushing softly against mine before she pulled back just enough to speak. “We’re going to take care of you,” she said, her voice like honey. “We’ll show you everything you’ve been missing.”

And they did.

Caitlyn’s kisses were careful and precise, her hands moving slowly as though she were savoring every second. Vi’s touch was bolder, her lips and hands leaving trails of fire wherever they went. They worked in perfect harmony, their movements seamless, their focus entirely on me.

I felt like I was unraveling under their touch, my head spinning and my body trembling as they showed me a world I’d never dared to imagine. Every kiss, every whisper, every touch was a promise—one of care, devotion, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite name.

By the time we finally collapsed together, tangled in each other’s arms, I felt more whole than I ever had before. Caitlyn’s hand was in my hair, her fingers combing through it gently, while Vi’s arm was draped over my waist, her grip firm and protective.

“You’re ours now,” Caitlyn said softly, her voice laced with a quiet certainty.

“And we’re yours,” Vi added, her lips pressing against my temple.

I smiled, my heart full as I closed my eyes. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”

And in that moment, I knew it was true. They had shown me things I’d never known—about love, about trust, about what it meant to truly belong. And I was theirs, completely and undeniably.

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lowk cooking up this little short caitvi x reader one shot….it wont be the best but im trying 🤓☝️

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chat i am BACK. and im gonna start writing so who missed me 🕺 (no one)

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Hi oomf!! (Is it okay if I call you by name/elliana?)

Jus’ checking in on you! How’re you doing? Whatcha been up to? :3

HELLOOOOO!!! yes you can call me elliana of course, thanks for checking in on me im honoured!!

I’ve actually just been busy with life and all, especially exams (dying) and I completely forgot about tumblr 😭😭

but I’m gonna plan to come back to writing and stuff soooooon! what about you??

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lowk revamped my pfp n stuff, I rlly love marvel so I may start writing one shots but we’ll see 🙏

#iloveelizabetholsen

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HOOKED ON YOU.

authors note — once again was listening to doja cat but this time the song was tia tamera YESSIRR sorry but that song is so iconic and gives this confident feeling to listeners. so here we are, it may not fit exactly but meh! i might write with this song except its jinx this time? omd jinx is so this song core OKAY NOW I'LL STOP YAPPING.

pairings: vi x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Tia Tamera — doja cat playing!

The club was alive with the electric pulse of music, the bass vibrating through your chest as you leaned against the bar. Lights flashed in rhythmic bursts, painting the crowd in neon colors. Your drink sat untouched beside you, condensation pooling around the base of the glass. You weren’t here for the drinks or the music, though—you were here for her.

Vi was in her element, moving through the crowd with a natural charisma that left heads turning in her wake. Her cropped pink hair caught the strobe lights, and the signature cocky smirk tugged at her lips as she danced. She was magnetic, a force of nature, and watching her felt like being caught in a storm you didn’t want to escape.

You didn’t even realize you were staring until her eyes locked onto yours across the room. A playful challenge sparked in her gaze, and before you could look away, she was weaving through the bodies, heading straight for you.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, her voice just loud enough to cut through the music. She leaned against the bar beside you, her arm brushing yours. “You’ve been watching me all night. What’s the verdict?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you refused to let her fluster you. “You’re not bad,” you replied, keeping your tone light. “For someone who’s clearly showing off.”

She laughed, the sound low and warm, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “Can you blame me?” she teased. “Hard not to, when I’ve got you as my audience.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Vi always had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, even in a place as chaotic as this. She reached for your drink, taking a sip without asking, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Bold of you,” you remarked.

“That’s me,” she said with a wink. “Besides, I’ve got something to celebrate tonight.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

She straightened, her grin widening. “Us,” she said simply. “You and me. We… we just work. I’ve got the edge; you’ve got the spark. Together? Unstoppable.”

You blinked, caught off guard by her words. “Are you saying we’re some kind of dynamic duo?” you asked, amused.

“I’m saying we’ve got chemistry,” she replied, leaning closer. Her voice dropped, softer now. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The way we just… click?”

Her words hung in the air, and your heart raced under the weight of her gaze. She wasn’t teasing anymore; there was something raw and unguarded in her expression. You searched her face, and for once, there was no smirk, no bravado. Just Vi, honest and vulnerable, laying herself bare.

“Vi,” you began, your voice almost lost in the music. “I…”

She cut you off with a grin, her confidence creeping back in. “Don’t overthink it, okay?” she said. “Just dance with me.”

Before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the dance floor. The crowd swallowed you both, the music pounding around you, but all you could focus on was her. The way her hands found your waist, the way her body moved against yours, the way her eyes never left yours—it was intoxicating.

“You know,” she murmured as her lips brushed your ear, “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’ve got this energy… it’s got me hooked.”

Your breath hitched, her words sending a thrill through you. “Hooked, huh?” you managed, your hands resting on her shoulders. “Is that your way of saying you’re obsessed?”

She chuckled, her voice low and sultry. “Maybe I am,” she admitted, her hands tightening slightly on your hips. “But you’re not making it easy to play it cool.”

You smirked, leaning closer until your faces were inches apart. “Who said I wanted you to play it cool?”

Her eyes darkened, her gaze flickering to your lips. The air between you crackled with tension, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. The music, the crowd, the flashing lights—none of it mattered. There was only her.

“You’re dangerous,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding bass. “You know that, right?”

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, your voice equally soft.

Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “You’re gonna be trouble for me, aren’t you?”

“Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out,” you replied, tilting your head slightly in challenge.

Vi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she closed the remaining distance between you, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was equal parts soft and electrifying. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, that made your head spin and your heart race.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, and her smirk was back in full force. “Yeah,” she said, her voice husky. “Definitely trouble. But I think I can handle it.”

And as you stood there, wrapped up in her, you couldn’t help but think that maybe she was right. Maybe together, you really could handle anything.

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Having mixed emotions from your story oh fuck you! cait x fem reader. I'm happy it was happy ending and still thirsty for drama😂 or angst/comfort. I feel for Cait because like in the first chapter. Girl is living just because of expectation that her name carries, but it's manageable because of reader. Then here comes Vi awakening something inside her. Feelings that lay dormant because of keeping image. Emotions are messy especially their age. Yes, reader is constant but they're young and it's the age of exploring. I'm not saying what Cait is doing is right. If it's look like it's cheating? I'm just diving some narrative. Haha. Anyways. This two shot of yours has so many potential just saying. Even if you say its been awhile since you write. You deliver your story greatly. Thank you for sharing this Author. I want to say more but I might not sound coherent anymore. Haha

This is actually so nice to read aaahhhh! I actually DID wanna dive into more angst and drama but oh well I thought I’d just wrap it up HAHA, nah cait wasn’t rlly cheating but for the reader it might’ve seemed like it. Thank you so much for finding my writing well written, makes me feel great 🙏 And potential??? what if i just make a whole fic starting from the start…? Now isn’t that a idea 😝 Also don’t worry I never sound coherent myself 😞😞

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THROUGH THE STATIC | PART 2

(part 1 here) n small tags to whoever wanted pt2! @just-levyy @meluksis @zhivaxo

authors note — i guess we're doing a part two? since ppl like my first part and i hope u like this part, part three?? lmkkk xx

pairings: jinx x fem!reader (js freinds for now ig)

ON MY OWN — DARCI playing!

The days had started to blend together after Jinx had appeared in your living room. At first, you were startled, confused, and unsure of what was happening. But soon, you came to realize that chaos was her constant companion, and in some strange way, you had come to expect it. One moment, she’d be curled up on your couch, staring at the TV like she was trying to make sense of the world through someone else’s eyes. The next, she’d be tearing through the house like a storm, her energy manic and unpredictable, her laughter often laced with something darker.

And through it all, you found yourself drawn to her. Her wild, unpredictable nature. Her sorrow and rage buried beneath layers of manic joy. Jinx was never still, never quiet. The hurt was always there, just beneath the surface, like a ticking time bomb.

This evening, you found yourself trying to focus on something—anything—to distract yourself from the madness. But the telltale sounds of destruction started. You didn’t flinch anymore.

You walked into the living room, and there she was, kicking over the bookshelf. Books flew across the room, and her manic laugh echoed through the space. You didn’t even need to ask. You could already feel it—the tension, the darkness.

“Jinx, stop,” you said, voice steady, but there was an edge to it now. She didn’t listen.

“Why?” she snapped, her eyes flicking to you for a split second, wild and frantic. “Books are boring,” she growled. “All these words pretending they mean something. But not me. I’m the real deal. Explosive.” She threw another book across the room, her smile sharp and dangerous.

Something was different tonight. This wasn’t the same chaotic Jinx you’d been getting to know. This Jinx was colder. Angrier. More unstable.

You stepped closer, trying to keep your voice calm. “You don’t have to destroy everything. I’m just trying to help.”

“Help?” Her laugh came again, but it was darker, more deranged. “Help me? You think you can help me?” She turned to face you, her eyes narrowing, her fists clenched at her sides. “None of them could. Not Vi. Not Caitlyn. They never understood. They never wanted to. Vi—Vi was supposed to be there for me.” Her voice cracked, anger and hurt mixing together in a volatile mix. “But she left me. She picked Piltover. She picked that bitch Caitlyn. And I—” Her words came out in a rush, tinged with grief and fury. “I’m just the freak, right?”

Her eyes flashed, her face contorted in disgust. She was pacing now, the tension in the room growing thicker with every word.

“Caitlyn,” she spat, the name like acid on her tongue. “She wants me dead. She’s never going to stop trying to kill me, you know? After everything—I caused that explosion. Killed her mother. And now, Caitlyn wants to make me pay. She wants me in a cage. Or worse...” Jinx’s voice dropped to a low growl. “But I’m not going back to that hell. I’m not going back to their stupid rules.”

You stood there, trying to process what she’d said, her words hitting you like blows. Caitlyn had always been after Jinx, but you’d never heard her express just how deep that hatred ran. She was a target, hunted, cornered by everyone who thought they could fix her. And Vi... Jinx’s sister, the one person who should have stood by her, was now part of that world. Caitlyn’s world. Jinx’s eyes flashed with bitterness at the thought of Vi.

"Vi was supposed to protect me!" she shouted, fists clenched so tight her knuckles went white. "But no. She left me. She chose them. And now she's in Caitlyn's bed. Pretending everything's fine. Pretending I'm just some monster."

You felt a pang in your chest, seeing the hurt in her eyes. She wasn’t just angry. She was broken. She was lost.

Her breathing grew faster, more erratic. "And Caitlyn," she hissed. "Caitlyn... she’s just waiting for me to slip up. She’s just waiting for me to fuck up again. I’m a danger to everyone. I know that. But they don't get it. They never did. Vi never did. They think I’m the monster... But they—" She cut herself off, shaking her head as if the thought alone hurt too much.

You tried to get closer, trying to make sense of the chaos swirling around her. “Jinx...”

“No!” She spun to face you, her eyes wide and frenzied. “Don’t even! Don’t you dare try to fix me. I’m not broken! You hear me? I’m just... different. And they didn’t like that.” She was shaking, her entire body tight with repressed emotion. "You think I’m some fragile little thing, don’t you? That you can ‘help’ me? That you can fix this?” She let out a bitter laugh. “No one can fix me. Not Vi. Not Caitlyn. Not you.”

She was right there—just a breath away, her raw pain nearly suffocating. But instead of the usual chaos, there was something more desperate in her voice now. Her face was twisted, like she couldn’t decide whether to cry or scream. She pulled herself together quickly, though, masking it with that dangerous grin. But it was hollow, jagged, like a broken mirror.

"I don't need them. I don't need anyone," she muttered, falling back onto the couch with a huff. "I'm free, right? Free to do whatever I want. Fuck them." She looked back at the TV, her gaze lingering on the reflection of her own wild face on the screen. “At least I get to choose my own way now.”

You watched her for a moment, torn between wanting to reach out and give her the comfort she so clearly needed... and knowing that doing so might push her away completely. But you couldn’t ignore it. You couldn’t ignore her suffering.

“You don’t have to be alone in this, Jinx,” you said softly. “You don’t have to push everyone away.”

Jinx looked at you, her eyes narrowing for a moment, like she was trying to decide whether or not to let you in. But all she said was, “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, huh?”

Her grin returned, but it was colder. “There’s no fixing me, remember? If you try, bang goes your nice little life.”

Her words hung in the air like a bomb, the tension thick enough to slice through. But for a brief moment, her wild eyes softened. Just a little. “But maybe...” she trailed off, flicking a glance at you. “Maybe you’re not the worst person I’ve met.”

She looked away again, as if she’d just said something she shouldn’t have. You could feel the weight of her words, knowing that, deep down, she still wanted someone. Anyone. But she didn’t know how to ask for it.

She kicked her feet up on the coffee table and grabbed a bag of chips, shoving them into her mouth like she was trying to drown out the thoughts she couldn’t face.

“Whatever,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the chips. “It’s not like I want your help, but... you’re here. So, i'll deal with you ugh,”

You nodded quietly, though you knew better than to expect anything from her. For Jinx, trust was a slow burn, and you were just a stranger in her chaotic mind.

But maybe—just maybe—you were starting to understand the storm inside her.

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unpopular opinion.

gather around, i have some opinions so pls dont jump me or whatever.

lets talk about caitvi

THEIR FIRST KISS SCENE.

alright, so I get the whole "manipulation" argument, but like, let’s not make Cait out to be some straight-up villain here. Yes, the timing of the kiss is suspicious, and it’s true Cait's been pretty self-absorbed with her vendetta against the people who hurt her mom. But, like, she’s also human and dealing with her own trauma. Cait's not just using Vi to get what she wants—there’s a genuine connection there, even if it’s flawed and complicated.

Like, Vi's obviously in a vulnerable place, and Cait knows that. But that doesn’t mean Cait’s intentionally trying to hurt her. The kiss could be seen as Cait trying to comfort Vi in that chaotic moment. It’s like, she doesn’t fully understand the emotional depth of their relationship either, especially with the tension between her duty and her feelings.

Also, the whole scene is just messy because both of them are so emotionally tangled. Sure, the kiss isn’t perfect, but it’s more about the desperation they both feel in that moment than just manipulation. There's a lot of gray area here—Vi’s not just some victim, and Cait's not just a manipulator. They’re both just two people trying to find something real in a world that’s falling apart.

THE JAIL CELL SCENE

Alright, let’s take a step back and look at it from a different perspective. The scene definitely isn’t about the typical romance or a “perfect” situation, but it could be seen as a moment where both Caitlyn and Vi are acting on their raw emotions and vulnerabilities. After all the tension, trauma, and the chaos they've been through, that scene could be interpreted as a way for them to let go, even if just for a moment. It’s a messy situation, but it’s their situation, one that reflects where they’re at emotionally, and that’s valid in its own way.

Vi’s not in the best place, sure, but this scene could be seen as a form of release for both of them—where they're both trying to grasp onto something, maybe even something as fleeting as connection and comfort. Cait’s got her own issues to deal with too, and maybe, just maybe, that kiss is a way of trying to make sense of her own feelings while also getting closer to someone she feels deeply for. It doesn’t have to be perfect or healthy in the traditional sense, but in their chaotic world, it’s something they both needed in that moment.

It’s not about them being "okay" or having everything figured out—it’s about the intensity of their bond and the emotions they’re navigating. It’s messy, sure, but sometimes that’s what makes it feel more real, more relatable. Even if it’s not a fairy tale moment, it’s still their moment, and for some, that’s a form of validation in itself. Vi and Caitlyn may be struggling, but that doesn’t take away from the truth that they share a deep connection, even if it’s built on pain, confusion, and everything in between.

this may NOT make sense im just yapping cause i've seen so many posts argue the opposite of what im saying. but pls get where im coming from, arcane s2 was rushed asf and if they took their slow time with it trust me cait n vi would've been quite more healthier.

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oh fuck you! | 2

authors note — (if u wanna read pt 1 here) meh no one asked for a continuation but its my most liked post so im doing a lil part 2!! also i find it so difficult trying not to use y/n but i NEED to somehow use something to name the reader like...do u guys get me??

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader

cry baby - the neighbourhood playing!

Caitlyn stood there, frozen, as if the rain had locked her in place. She couldn’t chase after you—not yet. Her feet refused to move, weighed down by guilt and the crushing weight of what she’d just let happen. Her hand lingered in the air where you had been, now clutching at nothing but cold, empty space.

The rain was relentless, soaking through her clothes and dripping from her lashes, but she barely felt it. The only thing she could feel was the absence of you. And, gods, it hurt more than any wound she’d ever endured.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.

She wanted to go after you, to make you stay, but what could she even say now? Every word she’d tried had been a nail in the coffin. Every step closer to you had been a step closer to losing you for good. And the worst part? You were right.

You’d been there for her through everything. Every scraped knee, every sleepless night, every time she doubted herself or the weight of the Kiramman name. You were her anchor, her constant in a world that often felt like it was spinning out of control.

But Vi… Vi was a storm, unpredictable and wild. She was everything Caitlyn had never been allowed to be, and that scared her as much as it thrilled her. She was drawn to Vi like a moth to a flame, even though she knew it might burn her—and now, worse, you.

She finally managed to take a step forward, the puddle beneath her feet rippling as if mirroring the chaos inside her.

“Y/N!” she called out, her voice raw and desperate. “Please—don’t go!”

You didn’t stop, your figure disappearing into the misty haze of rain. Caitlyn felt her chest tighten, panic clawing at her throat. Was this it? Was this how it ended?

“Dammit,” she muttered, running a hand through her drenched hair. She didn’t care about the mud splashing onto her polished boots as she sprinted after you, her heart pounding louder than the rain.

When she finally caught up to you, she grabbed your arm—not harshly, but firmly enough to make you stop. You turned to her, tears streaming down your face, blending with the rain, and it shattered her all over again.

“Just listen,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, alright? I’m so sorry for making you feel like you’re not enough—because you are. You always have been.”

You pulled your arm away again, this time with less anger and more exhaustion. “Then why, Cait? Why do you keep doing this? Why do I feel like I’m always the second choice?”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not second choice. You’re everything. I just… I don’t know how to make sense of all of this, and I hate myself for it.”

Her hands trembled at her sides as she looked into your eyes, her own brimming with tears. “But losing you? That’s the one thing I know I can’t survive. Please, Y/N, don’t let me screw this up. Don’t let me lose you.”

You hesitated, your lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught in your throat. For a moment, all that filled the space between you was the sound of the rain.

Then, quietly, you asked, “What do you want, Caitlyn? Right here, right now, what do you want?”

Caitlyn’s heart stuttered. She stepped even closer, her voice barely audible but unmistakably certain.

“You,” she said, her voice cracking. “I want you.”

The rain drummed steadily around you both, a symphony of chaos that somehow made the world feel still. Your eyes locked with hers, searching for any hesitation, any lingering doubt. But for once, Caitlyn’s gaze held only certainty—no broken compass, no wavering. Just you.

Her hand moved slowly, trembling as it reached up to cup your cheek. You didn’t pull away this time. Her touch was tentative, almost afraid you’d shatter beneath her fingers, but when you didn’t, her thumb gently brushed against your damp skin.

“Y/N…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. It was laced with so much—apology, longing, love.

And then, she closed the distance.

Her lips found yours softly at first, almost hesitant, as if asking for permission. But when you didn’t resist—when you leaned into her instead—the hesitation melted away. The kiss deepened, urgent and raw, as though it could somehow undo all the hurt, all the unspoken words that had lingered between you for so long.

The world around you faded—the rain, the cold, the ache in your chest—all of it dissolved into the warmth of her lips, the way she poured every ounce of herself into the kiss. Her other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, as if she were afraid you might slip away again.

You finally broke apart, just enough to catch your breath, her forehead resting against yours. Both of you were panting, rainwater and tears mingling on your faces.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, her voice hoarse but sincere. “For everything.”

You shook your head, your hands clutching at the lapels of her soaked jacket as if anchoring yourself. “Just… don’t make me regret this,” you murmured, your voice breaking slightly.

“I won’t,” Caitlyn promised, her voice firm now. “I swear, Y/N. No more doubts, no more running. Just you.”

And then, with a small, tentative smile breaking through the tears, you pulled her into another kiss, this one slower, softer, as if savoring the moment. For now, the storm didn’t matter.

All that mattered was this—her, you, and the fragile, beautiful hope blooming between you.

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sorry me again - i was wondering if u could write a like modern college vi x reader?? and they form in a flat together but vi is known at the "fuck girl" who constantly flirts with reader. Reader hates it, until she comes to realize that she actually likes vi's flirting and vi. tysmmm 🩷

hi there!! i actually like this idea, it'll go into my thoughts and ill start working on it, thanks!!!

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ahhh i love ur lil storiesss 😘

omg thank youuu!!!!

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THROUGH THE STATIC | 1

(pt 2 here!)

authors note — sorry but im just so delusional wishing this was true, i love imagining that my fav characters randomly come to our world and "I DO BELIEVE THAT A MULTIVERSE EXISTS!" i say as i get dragged to the mental asylum.

pairings: jinx x fem!reader (js freinds for now ig)

DISCO! — Nessa Barrett FT Tommy Genesis playing!

The dim glow of the television screen bathed your living room in shifting hues of blue and purple. You lay sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn resting precariously on your stomach. The credits for the latest episode of Arcane had just finished rolling, and the Netflix autoplay countdown ticked ominously toward the next. But you didn’t hit “Skip Intro.” Not yet.

Jinx. There she was again, center frame in your mind. Her wild, electric energy. Her piercing blue eyes. That wicked grin that danced somewhere between childlike joy and dangerous insanity. Something about her had always captivated you, far beyond any rational explanation. She was chaos incarnate, yet there was a vulnerability beneath her bravado that pulled you in like a magnet. Watching her felt like staring into a storm: terrifying, exhilarating, and impossible to look away from.

You sighed and reached for the remote, ready to plunge into another episode, when the screen suddenly froze. A flicker. Then another. The sound cut out, replaced by a low, staticky hum. Frowning, you sat up, placing the popcorn bowl on the coffee table.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, hitting the power button. Nothing. The screen stayed on, the image of Jinx’s manic grin distorting slightly as if she were underwater.

The hum grew louder. A sharp crackle followed, and the colors on the screen began to bleed together in a way that made your eyes ache. You got up, hesitant but drawn closer by a mix of curiosity and unease. Maybe the TV was just overheating. Maybe the signal was—

Without warning, the screen flared bright white, and a shockwave of static knocked you backward. You hit the floor with a grunt, shielding your eyes from the blinding light. The air felt charged, humming with an almost electric tension.

When the light finally dimmed, you lowered your arm cautiously. The TV was off. The room was eerily quiet except for your own breathing. Then you heard it. A groan. Not yours.

You froze. Slowly, you turned your head toward the sound, your heart pounding in your chest.

Lying sprawled across the floor, half on top of you, was Jinx.

At first, your brain couldn’t process what you were seeing. She was impossibly real. Her wild blue braids, the smudged makeup around her eyes, even the faint scars on her arms—every detail was vivid, tangible. She groaned again, shifting slightly, and you felt the weight of her pressing down on your legs.

“What the hell?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Her eyes snapped open. For a split second, they were unfocused, darting around the room in confusion. Then they locked onto yours. Blue and intense, just like on the screen, but filled with a raw, terrifying energy that made your breath catch.

“Who the fuck are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing for a weapon that wasn’t there. Her hands patted down her sides frantically before she cursed under her breath.

You sat up slowly, your hands raised instinctively in a placating gesture. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I—I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes, backing up until her shoulders hit the wall. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The modern furniture. The framed photos. The TV. Her expression shifted from defensive to bewildered.

“Where am I?” she muttered, almost to herself. Then, louder, “What is this place?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say? Hi, welcome to my living room. You’re supposed to be a fictional character.

“Hey!” she snapped, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “I asked you a question.”

“You’re… in my house,” you stammered. “And… uh, you came out of the TV?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. She glanced back at the darkened screen, then back at you. “Bullshit.”

“I swear!” you said quickly, holding your hands up again. “One minute I was watching you—I mean, watching Arcane—and then the screen freaked out, and you…” You gestured vaguely at her. “You appeared.”

Jinx’s eyes narrowed further, but the initial panic seemed to ebb slightly, replaced by a cautious curiosity. She took a step closer, looming over you with an almost predatory intensity.

“You know who I am?” she asked, her tone somewhere between suspicion and amusement.

You swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah. Jinx. From… Arcane. You’re… kind of famous here.”

“Famous?” Her lips curled into a grin, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re a… a character. From a TV show.” The words felt ridiculous as they left your mouth, but there was no other way to explain it.

Her grin faltered. She stared at you, her head tilting slightly as if trying to gauge whether you were messing with her. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“A TV show,” she repeated flatly.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re… fictional. Or, you’re supposed to be. I don’t know how you got here.”

Jinx’s expression darkened. Her eyes darted back to the TV, then to her hands, flexing her fingers as if to reassure herself she was real. “Fictional,” she muttered, almost to herself. “That’s… no. That’s insane.”

“Trust me, I’m just as confused as you are,” you said. “But you’re here. Somehow.”

She paced the room, her movements jerky and restless. “This has to be some kind of trick,” she said, half to herself. “Some sick game. Did Sevika put you up to this? Or Silco? Is this one of their mind-fucks?”

“I don’t know who—” You cut yourself off, realizing it was pointless. Of course she thought this was some kind of trap. Her whole life was a series of betrayals and manipulation. Why would this be any different?

“Listen,” you said carefully, “I don’t know how or why you’re here, but I’m not your enemy. I’m just… a random person who happened to be watching TV when you showed up. That’s it.”

She stopped pacing, her gaze snapping back to you. Her expression was unreadable, her blue eyes scanning your face as if searching for any hint of deception. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“Okay,” she said, though her tone was far from convinced. “Let’s say I believe you. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. What were you supposed to do? You were just an ordinary person. You didn’t have the faintest idea how to deal with something like this.

“I guess… we figure it out,” you said finally. “Together.”

Jinx raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, trying to muster some confidence. “Yeah. I mean, you’re stuck here, right? Might as well work with me instead of against me.”

She considered this for a long moment, then shrugged. “Fine,” she said. “But don’t get any ideas, ‘cause if you try anything funny…” She mimed an explosion with her hands, grinning wickedly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was more from nerves than amusement. “Noted.”

And just like that, your ordinary life had been turned upside down. As Jinx plopped onto your couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn like she owned the place, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d just gotten yourself into.

Hours later, the reality of your situation began to sink in. Jinx had settled into your living room like a storm that refused to pass, alternating between questioning you about this world and exploring the space with a manic, childlike curiosity. She’d found your stash of snacks and immediately laid claim to a bag of chips, cramming them into her mouth with zero regard for crumbs.

“So this world,” she said around a mouthful of chips, “you’re saying it’s nothing like Zaun or Piltover?”

You shook your head, watching her from the other end of the couch. “Nope. No Hextech. No shimmer. No… well, no war, at least not like yours.”

She snorted. “Sounds boring.”

“It’s… peaceful,” you offered.

She rolled her eyes. “Peace is overrated.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Despite the chaos she radiated, there was something oddly endearing about her. She was a whirlwind of contradictions—reckless yet calculating, wild yet wounded. And now, she was your problem.

“So,” she said, turning her attention back to you, “how do we fix this? How do I get back?”

“I… don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m not exactly an expert on… whatever this is. Reality-hopping? Dimensional travel? It’s way out of my league.”

She groaned, flopping dramatically onto her back. “Great. Just great. Stuck in a world full of… what do you even do here? Sit around and stare at screens all day?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a chuckle. “But hey, maybe it won’t be so bad. You might even like it here.”

She gave you a skeptical look but didn’t argue. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze lingering on you longer than felt entirely comfortable.

“You’re weird,” she said finally, though there was no malice in her tone. If anything, it sounded almost… amused.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, surprising yourself with the ease of your response.

Jinx blinked, then grinned. A real grin this time, not the manic, unhinged one you’d seen earlier. For a moment, she looked almost human. Almost.

“Maybe this won’t be so boring after all,” she said, grabbing another handful of chips.

You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified. Either way, one thing was certain: life as you knew it was never going to be the same.

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could write angst where reader finds vi after the scene where Cait hits her with her gun? If you do angst requests. Maybe a bit of vi x reader. I crave a fanfic of the aftermath of this

ellooo!!! i actually did write a one shot about the reader finding vi in that exact scene! here but since ppl rlly seem to like it, im continuing it though not to a full story but who knows. or did u mean when vi becomes all emo?? 😝 ANYWAYS U GET IT, I CRAVEEEEEE IT TOO 🙏

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MY BABIESSSSS I CANT.

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WALLS BETWEEN US.

authors note — ahhhhhh i was listening to been like this and was like...why dont i just make a one shot that lowk explains the message behind been like this.

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

been like this — doja cat playing!

The first thing you noticed when Caitlyn walked in was the way her shoulders slumped. Her usual confident stride was replaced by something slower, more deliberate. She set her coat on the back of a chair, her fingers lingering on the fabric as if grounding herself. Her eyes met yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, and you felt the familiar pang of unease settle in your chest.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting down the book you’d been pretending to read. She didn’t answer right away, instead busying herself with removing her gloves. The silence stretched between you like an unspoken truth, heavy and uncomfortable.

You stood and approached her, stopping just short of touching her. “Caitlyn, is everything okay?”

“Of course,” she replied, her voice tight, clipped. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

It was the same question she always asked, a deflection so practiced you could almost predict it. But tonight, the crack in her composure was more evident, the weight she carried more pronounced. You reached out, your fingers brushing her arm, and she froze.

“Talk to me,” you pleaded. “I know something’s been bothering you. You’ve been distant, Cait. I… I just want to help.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might finally let you in. But then she pulled away, creating a physical distance that mirrored the emotional chasm between you.

“I don’t need help,” she said, her tone sharper than you’d expected. “I—I just need time.”

Time. It was always time. Time to process. Time to think. Time to figure things out. You’d given her all the time in the world, but the walls she’d built around herself remained firmly in place. And now, they were starting to feel insurmountable.

You crossed your arms, trying to steady the frustration bubbling under the surface. “Time for what? To keep shutting me out? To act like everything’s fine when it’s not?”

Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing. “I’m not shutting you out. I just… I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what?” you pressed. “Be honest? Vulnerable? Let someone else carry the weight for once?”

The words came out harsher than you intended, but they hung in the air, undeniable. Caitlyn’s lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came. For a fleeting moment, you saw something raw and unguarded in her expression—something that almost made you reach for her again.

“It’s not about you,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “It’s… it’s about me. About everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve done.” She turned away, her hands clutching the back of the chair. “I’m supposed to be strong. The Enforcer who doesn’t crack under pressure. But lately, I’ve felt like I’m drowning, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

Her confession left you stunned. Caitlyn had always been the steady one, the person who faced danger head-on without hesitation. Hearing her admit to feeling overwhelmed was like seeing a crack in the foundation of something unshakable.

“Caitlyn,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I’m here. I want to help you, if you’ll let me.”

She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders trembling. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long trying to hold everything together on my own that I don’t know how to lean on someone else.”

You reached out, gently turning her to face you. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and the vulnerability in her gaze made your heart ache. “It’s okay to not have all the answers,” you said. “It’s okay to let go, even just a little. I’m not going anywhere, Caitlyn. I love you, and I want to be here for you, no matter what.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to decide whether to believe you. Then, slowly, she nodded, her walls beginning to crumble. “I… I’m scared,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough. Scared of failing.”

“You won’t lose me,” you promised. “And you’re more than enough, Caitlyn. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you.”

Her breath hitched, and then she was in your arms, clinging to you like a lifeline. You held her tightly, your heart swelling with a mix of love and determination. Whatever storms she was facing, you would face them together. You weren’t going to let her drown.

As she buried her face in your shoulder, you felt a tear slip onto your skin. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. A sign that she was beginning to trust you with the parts of herself she’d kept hidden for so long. And in that moment, you knew you’d do whatever it took to help her heal.

You’d been trying, and now, so was she.

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holy shit I love your writing

OMGGGG thank you sm, this actually means so much to me 🙏💓