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man, journaling is actually pretty nice

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I find it so funny when I see someone mad at vi for hitting Isha while fighting with jinx like 😭 I'm sorry but if I felt something biting my arm—a bandaged arm that has bruises, cuts and god knows what— like a dog I would smack the shit out of it in one second out of pure reflex and theeeen I would be like damn, that was child...

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the urge to delete everything and go missing like I always do but having requests to do

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look at this shit I just creamed my pants

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hellooo i saw you were looking for requests!! i’ve been dying for some domestic caitvi as moms fics, if you wanna run with that!!

MOTHERLY LOVE

Caitlyn x Vi x kid f!reader

Synopsis: You were Caitlyn’s and Vi’s little kiddo, and they loved you with all their hearts. Today, like every other, showed just how much they truly did.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Just to clarify, again, this isn’t a ship with a child, it is just the fanfic scenario. Also, in this scenario, mama is Vi, mommy is Caitlyn.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the kitchen floor. It smelled like vanilla and sugar, and the faint sizzle of batter on a pan was the first sound you heard. Your nose twitched as you slowly woke up, eyes still heavy with sleep.

Bun-Bun, a stuffed bunny that your Mama Vi gave you as a little baby, was tucked firmly under your arm, his soft bunny ears draped over your face like a second pillow. You hugged him closer, not quite ready to leave your cocoon of warmth.

“Kiddo, breakfast is almost ready,” came a familiar, raspy voice from down the hall. It was mama—loud, warm, and always just a little rough around the edges. You could hear her footsteps getting closer.

You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Don’t make me come in there,” she teased, voice full of playful warning.

You burrowed deeper into the blanket, whispering to Bun-Bun, “Shh, she can’t see us if we don’t move.”

The door creaked open. “I can hear you, y’know,” Vi said, stepping inside. She crouched down next to the bed, grinning like a mischievous fox. “Last chance, bunny squad. Up or I’m carryin’ you to breakfast upside down.”

You peeked one eye open, meeting her smirk with a little giggle. “You wouldn’t dare, mama!”

“Try me,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

With a dramatic sigh, you sat up, still clutching Bun-Bun to your chest. “Okay, okay, I’m up, mama. No upside-down rides today, please.”

“Smart choice, kid.” Vi ruffled your hair, messing it up worse than it already was. “C’mon, Mommy’s makin’ pancakes, and you know she doesn’t let me near the stove.”

That got you moving. You slid off the bed, dragging Bun-Bun along, his floppy ears trailing behind you like a royal cape.

In the kitchen, Caitlyn was at the stove, her braid pulled neatly over one shoulder. Her focus was sharp, every flip of the pancake precise. She glanced over her shoulder as you shuffled in, her eyes softening instantly.

“Good morning, darling,” she said, wiping her hands on a towel before crouching down to your level. Her arms opened, and you ran into them without hesitation, squishing Bun-Bun between you. She kissed your cheek, her hands warm and steady on your back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Bun-Bun had a bad dream,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

Caitlyn pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes scanning your face with quiet concern. “Did he? Poor Bun-Bun,” she said, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “Good thing he had you to keep him safe.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “But I think he needs extra pancakes to feel better.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Oh, does he now? Well, I suppose we can manage that.” She kissed your forehead, then stood, guiding you toward the kitchen table.

Vi was already sitting there, arms stretched out behind her head like she had all the time in the world. She grinned as you sat down next to her, placing Bun-Bun in your lap.

“Hey, guess what?” Vi leaned over, her eyes wide with mock seriousness. “I called dibs on the first pancake.”

“Hey! No fair!” you pouted, hugging Bun-Bun protectively. “Mommy, tell Mama she can’t call dibs!”

“Vi, don’t antagonize her,” Caitlyn said, setting a fresh plate of pancakes on the table. “You know she always gets the first one.”

“Ah, fine,” Vi grumbled, shooting you a wink. “You win this time, kiddo.”

“I always win,” you said with a grin, digging into the warm, buttery pancake Caitlyn set in front of you. You made sure to give Bun-Bun a “bite” too, pressing a tiny piece of pancake to his face before eating it yourself.

Vi chuckled. “That bunny eats better than I do.”

“That’s because Bun-Bun’s a prince,” you said proudly, offering him another “bite.”

Caitlyn’s quiet laugh filled the kitchen, a sound as warm as the sun on your face.

The rain came out of nowhere that afternoon. One minute, the sky was bright and blue, and the next, it was a gray blanket pouring water over everything. Raindrops raced each other down the window, and thunder rolled softly in the distance.

You sat on the floor of the living room, Bun-Bun firmly in your lap, surrounded by crayons, markers, and a sea of paper. You were drawing the “Royal Kingdom of Bun-Bun”—complete with castles, forests, and a secret lair for Vi (she said every kingdom needed one).

Caitlyn sat on the couch behind you, a book in her lap, her eyes occasionally flicking up to check on you. Her presence was a calm, steady hum in the background, like the heartbeat of the house.

“Hey, look!” you said, holding up your newest masterpiece. “This is Bun-Bun’s royal castle. See? There’s a slide that goes straight to the pancake room.”

“Brilliant design choice,” Caitlyn said, tilting her head to study it like it was fine art. “I think you might be an architect when you grow up.”

“Or a pancake chef like you, mommy,” you added.

“Or both,” she replied, eyes crinkling with pride.

“Hey, what about me?” Vi said, flopping onto the floor beside you, her head resting on her arm. “Where’s my secret lair?”

“Right here,” you pointed to a small, cave-like drawing at the edge of the page. “You get your own lair ‘cause you’re a sneaky spy.”

Vi’s eyes lit up. “Sneaky spy, huh? I like it.”

“You better like it,” you said, puffing up with pride. “It took me forever to draw the door right.”

Vi grinned, tapping Bun-Bun on the head. “You’re a visionary, kid. Bun-Bun picked a good family.”

When the thunder cracked loudly that night, you shot up in bed, heart thudding in your chest. Bun-Bun was clutched tight to your chest, his little button eyes staring blankly ahead.

For a second, you debated being brave. But another rumble shook the sky, and all your bravery crumbled.

Your small feet hit the floor, and you shuffled toward the hallway, Bun-Bun’s ears trailing behind you. You knew exactly where to go.

Vi and Caitlyn’s bedroom door was slightly open, the soft glow of a bedside lamp peeking through. You nudged it open slowly, peeking in.

“Hey, little bunny,” Caitlyn’s voice came softly from the bed. She was already sitting up, holding out her arms. “Come here, darling.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You climbed onto the bed, dragging Bun-Bun with you, and snuggled into her lap. Caitlyn’s arms wrapped around you, warm and strong. Her hand stroked your hair slowly, the same way she always did when you were scared.

Vi stirred beside her, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Storm getcha, huh, kiddo?” she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

You nodded, burying your face in Caitlyn’s shoulder. “It’s loud.”

“Yeah, it is,” Vi said, scooting closer. She draped her arm over both of you, a big, safe weight that made the world feel smaller and safer. “Don’t worry, though. It’s just sky stuff. It’s got nothin’ on us.”

“Not on Bun-Bun either,” you mumbled, lifting him up so his little face was visible.

“Definitely not on Bun-Bun,” Caitlyn agreed, kissing the top of your head. “You’re safe here, love. Always.”

“Always,” Vi echoed, giving Bun-Bun a soft high-five. “We got you.”

Snuggled between them, with Bun-Bun safe in your arms, you felt the world get quieter. The thunder was still there, but it didn’t feel as big or as scary anymore.

Your eyes grew heavy, lulled by the warmth of your family and the quiet hum of their voices. Before you drifted off, you let out a tiny yawn and mumbled, “Love you, Mommy. Love you, Mama.”

“Love you too, baby bunny,” Caitlyn whispered.

“Love you more, squirt,” Vi added, pulling the blanket up over you.

And just like that, the world felt perfect again, safe with your mothers.

A/N: To make this even more heartwarming/wrenching, Bun-Bun was inspired by Jinx’s bunny in season one (which is why it is noted that Vi gave it to the reader).

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"I'm so sleepy today," I say as if I haven't been sleepy every day for the past 6 years

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cait and vi I don't give a fuck it's them

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god bless whoever invented vibrators 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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...se enojan si lo subo después del 24? tengo 17 pedidos en el inbox, recién termine de rendir y no llego :<

si escribo un fanfic sobre arcane como especial de navidad pero en español lo leerian? 😞 quiero probar escribir en mi propio idioma porque llevo muchos días haciendo tarea de literatura y leyendo AUs en twt xD

lo quiero hacer muy latinoamericano, obviamente argentino. o sea; mosquitos, off, calor, pelopincho, sanguchitos de miga, ensalada de fruta, peleas intrafamiliares ( ahre ), y todo eso :3

que opinan? no se hagan los boludos, les veo los username cuando dan like así q sé q hablan español 🥱

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Feel me

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hola y ustedes q hacen, pobres???

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Oh.. the things we would do..

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thank you for the tag ! ♡

no pressure tags — @natgf123 @boowgs @furrbrain @fakevalentine @hecallsmeprettyy @evaaaaan . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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thanks @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and @cbuttonduo for the tag!! <3

wow i’m obsessed with this and i feel it’s fairly accurate!!

tags (no pressure): @thewildballyntynesgrow @bronzetomatoes @cloverstellar @clingyduoapologist @seeking-elsewhither @thoughts-of-caly

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I found this on Pinterest and felt the need to share

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You know your in DEEP when they show up in your dreams.

Not complaining tho.