#Caitlyn! how could you😭

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[fict1onallyobsessed]

OKAY OKAY COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SMTH ABOUT SEVIKA PROTECING READER BECAUSE OF SOMETHING LIKE HERE ON THIS PIC SHE PROTECTS JINX AND ISHA??

im sorry if i wrote something wrong but english is not my first language😭🙏

OF COURSE !!!!!!! I have an idea for this...

I got a little carried away and gave you more LOL sorry

Sevika x Fem!Reader

She grabbed you before you could process the fan being turned on. Thankfully, you weren't too far from the table that protected you both, otherwise you would have been swept with the air flow violently.

Your side hurt. The shot Caitlyn took must have not only pierced your skin but the force broke your rib too. Whatever the gun was made of was strong enough to go through the stone pillar behind you partially as well.

Safe to say it hurt as fuck.

You clutched your side and winced as Sevika crouched with you in front of her, the stone table keeping you sat up, but barely. Sevika's new metal arm grabbed onto the table and kept her put, the other going to hold your side with you.

You weren't sure whether your adrenaline was keeping you lucid or if the shot wasn't truly that bad. Regardless, you didn't want to hang around much longer.

You looked up at your girlfriend, head slightly bouncing off the stone behind you as you rested it. She looked worried, and although nothing but pain was filling your sense, you found the energy to sigh and show her a small smile.

Her hair was flying around with the wind, her face showing slight worry and mostly focus as she tried to keep you both behind the table.

"You'll be fine." She mouthed, and you couldn't do much more but nod. You trusted her. You believed her...but the blood slowly seeping through the cracks of your fingers, and onto her hand covering yours, it was looking more like you were not going to be fine.

The wind seemed everlasting and the longer you sat there, waiting for it to stop, the dizzier you became.

You wanted to see Sevika's face for as long as you could. Taking in her scowl of concentration, the barely noticeable glint of nervousness in her eye when she met yours, the shiny scar across her cheek.

You thought she was leaning down to get out of the wind more, but instead she leaned down to your ear and spoke through the loud fan.

"Don't look at me like that." She spoke it as a command as her hand squeezed your bleeding side.

"Like what?" You scoffed quietly, immediately feeling the burn in your rib.

"Like you're about to say goodbye. You're fine."

You hummed and looked back up at her when she pulled away, leaving no room for discussion.

She was so gorgeous, holding you, protecting you, as if you were about to disappear any minute.

Your head spun so much you didn't even notice the fan turn off. Sevika lifted you off the ground and instructed Jinx, who was also carrying a girl, where to go. It all came out as muffled to you though, as the blood loss slowly stared winning, and you passed out.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was two heads looking down at you. Jinx's braids tickled your nose, while the other girls hair wasn't even long enough to reach her eyebrows. You groaned, immediately going in to hold your side as a reflex to find it bandaged.

"I told you to let her rest." Sevika's voice rung out in a disappointed tone as she walked in with a bunch of fresh bandages in her hand. Presumably for you.

You were in Silco's office, laid down on his sofa. The table was covered with medical supplies, alcohol bottles and jinx's crafts, but your eyes ended up laying upon Sevika. Her worried expression had you worried.

"How are you feeling?" Sevika asked, looking down at you as she put the obnoxious amount of wraps on the table.

"Trust you to get shot." Jinx scoffed playfully as she stared down at you, knowing damn well that bullet was meant for her. "Took it like a champ though!"

You chuckled back and attempted to sit up, but Sevika was faster and pushed you back down, shaking her head.

"I'm fine." You spoke, but Sevika wouldn't relent. She kept you laying down as she changed your bandages carefully. Your eyes fell from Sevika onto the little girl who was still staring down at you. "Who would have thought Jinx took in a stray. What's your name?"

"Her name is Isha. She's sticking around." Jinx replied matter-of-factly, a small smirk on her face as she said it. It made you giggle a bit.

"Alright, out." Sevika stood up from crouching beside you as she finished your bandages. Jinx took Isha and left, excited to show her some of her trinkets to get her mind off of...recent events. "She needs to rest."

"I'm alright." You spoke, reaching out for Sevika's hand to help you up. "How bad was it?"

"Bad enough to have me worried." She sighed, sitting beside you and letting you lean on her.

"Sorry." You sighed back, almost identically. "And you know, thank you."

She wrapped her hand around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"Anytime."

[bbluefllame]

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 .ᐟ

synopsis: college au texts (& small hcs) with the girls + tropes<3

characters: jinx, vi, caitlyn, sevika

notes: SHE'S BACKKKKK!!! sorry for being gone for so long #igotintoleagueoflegends(thegame.), regular posting will be back !! other than that, sevikas part was my fave bless.

vi. + fake dating (also biker! vi)

- how this whole fake dating thing started was through a hook up actually!!

- both of you got shitfaced & you two were already friends, so after vi saw Maddie with caitlyn she was like "nah fuck it I'm gonna get her back!!" (classic, sigh.)

- this is random, but she's actually a really good cook (in my head) and she's probably made some fire meals 4 you

- for some reason.. she gives me xxxtentacion listener like she loves "I don't even speak Spanish lol" in this au but when she's emo over cait, bring out the sad! and shit like that 😭

- her ass would be on the ground staring at the ceiling, sad! blasting, and her roommate would be like SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN!!!!!

- avid marvel rivals player, loves luna snow no questions.

- don't ask why she texts like that she js does 😔

- she goes "this is for you" before scoring in a game and trips while running and falls on her face instead😭

- she is nawt NAWT!! a womanizer(?) fuckgirl(is that the female equivalent?????) idgaf what ppl say, sure she flirts occasionally but she's super loyal if she's in a rs, she's an awesome gf !!! we love vi in this household!!!!

jinx. + childhood bsfs 2 lovers

- matching pfps & bios on tiktok and insta I'm telling u. it'd be smth like "sniper, sniper, sniper" then "wifey, wifey, wifey"

- random hc cs yay, vi probably accidentally killed her pet hamster when they were kids and you had to comfort her cs her ass was crying for HOURRSSSS. there was a funeral for it with a tiny casket. (it died cs of the microwave beeping when vi's instant noodles were done)

- one of those ppl who gets high grades without trying, don't ask her grade unless you wanna feel hurt cs she js says "98" while being hungover.

- her music taste is so all over the place but I'm so certain she sticks to loud music!! she gets sleepy if it's calm😭

- engineering major no doubt abt it

- doesn't know how to cook but not cs she can't, it's bcs she doesn't want to

- she probably asked you out in a cutesy way like imagine after ur bday you're watching the stars tg and she's like staring at you w hearts in her eyes and she js says "I love you" and you're like "awww I love you too!!" cs ur bsfs, but she then repeats it "no like I LOVE you" and ur like woah.. then u start to makeout or whatever w stars in the bg, end scene!!

- genuinely the best gift giver ever, everything's homemade and made w love 🙏���� i lauv her sm😔😔

caitlyn. + academic rivals (+ forced proximity)

first pic isn't rlly connected to the rest, js to show their rs

- after the project you two actually got alot closer, you could even say FRIENDS 🤯, there is still competition but it isn't like as bad as before, it's more so "Haha, I got higher." "wtvvv 🙄 I'll buy u ice cream 😔"

- sevika was the prof btw, she wanted to fuck with u guys 🙏

- archer cait. that's all I gotta say. (also equestrian u can't tell me other wise)

- HEAR ME OUT! imagine she invites you to her archery training & during it ur like, "Can I try?" she says alright and then when you're holding the bow she goes behind you and starts fixing how ur holding it, then she wraps a hand around ur waist and brushes it off as "oh your posture was incorrect" when she lets go.

- moving on, I imagine her having a doll collection like don't ask why but she collects monster high dolls. (please ask her about every single doll, she'll proudly infodump)

- when u get closer to her she's alot less formal, its very cutie of her !!!

- has a fitness tiktok account and she drinks apple cider vinegar daily (NASTYYYY IDGAF IF ITS HEALTHY!!!!).

- modern au cait is like a cat in my head, idk she's js so cutie in it please give her love that's it😔

sevika. + grumpy x sunshine (professor! sevika)

- her students try to tease her when she smiles at your notes, she shuts them down so fast it's scary. her expression goes from 😊 to 🤨, then they stfu and go to their seat.

- only person who teases her and gets away with it is jinx I fear.

- you and sevika have a nightly routine of dancing together (she's so soft w u don't play w me.) her fave song to play is love by Keyshia Cole (ARGUFJWHFIWJ 😭😭😭😭😭)

- regular gym goer, she has an insta she barely posts on besides the occasional video of her hitting a new record while her students comment "omg MISS SEVIKA!!!!!" then she blocks them when she sees the notif.

- doesn't trust anyone to cut her hair besides you cs apparently you js do it better, her words, not mine! 🤷‍♀️

- one of those, mean to everyone besides you, types (minus isha and jinx cs those r FAM!)

- loves reading idk I js get that vibe from her, after a long day, she opens her kindle (that she got from you as a bday gift) and relaxes.

- first time her students saw you, they glanced at both of you like a million times before it registered you were together, cs how'd she end up with such a sweet cutie!!

- they ask her a billion questions and she's like "I don't talk about my personal life, end of story."

- she's trying to quit smoking for u trust 😞 it's js hard but she's getting there!!

- she loves u so dearly please never let go of her.😔😔

sevikas part was too long I'm sorry 😭 ...there were gonna be a couple NSFW hcs for her but 5 minutes after I wrote them I got food poisoning so I was like "I'll die if I post them."😔😔 anws hope u liked these

[cosmiclily]

Omg i have a request for caitlyn x reader where reader tells cait she is ready to start a family (sorry baby fever has been going crazy lately)

baby fever

caitlyn x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

notes: im ovulating so i had babies on my mind the whole week too 😭

Maybe it started that Christmas when the two of you decided to spend the holiday with your family. Your sister had brought her two brats over, and while everyone else did their best to tolerate the chaos, Caitlyn was the only adult who gave them her full attention. She sat patiently, listening as your niece sang an improvised song about mashed potatoes and nodding along as your nephew excitedly explained the intricate lore of his favorite video game.

Or maybe it was that time you were hanging out with your friends, and the topic of babies came up. You hadn't thought much of it at first—until you caught the way Caitlyn's eyes sparkled at the conversation. She laughed, brushed it off, and insisted that the two of you weren’t ready yet. But for a fleeting moment, there was something in her expression, something wistful, something that made your heart skip a beat.

Or perhaps it was the day the two of you went shopping, and you found yourselves lingering a little too long in the baby section. You had only wandered in by accident—at least, that’s what you told yourselves. But then Caitlyn picked up a pair of tiny socks with baby animals printed on them, turning them over in her hands with an almost reverent curiosity. You watched as she smiled to herself, running her fingers over the soft fabric, and something in your chest tightened.

You weren’t sure when exactly it began, but once the thought of having children took root in your mind, it refused to leave. It followed you everywhere.

You went to work imagining what it would be like to wake up next to your wife and hear the soft patter of little feet running into your room. You made dinner picturing Caitlyn sitting at the table, patiently helping your child with their homework while you stirred a pot on the stove. You walked past a park and could see her there, kneeling beside a tiny bike, holding it steady as a small, wobbly figure pedaled forward with determination.

And it was driving you crazy.

Because now, every time you looked at Caitlyn, all you could think about was how incredible she would be as a mother. The thought consumed you, lingering in the quiet moments, in the way she absentmindedly twirled her hair while reading, in the soft hum she let out when focused, in the way she always seemed to have endless patience and warmth to give.

“Baby, can I ask you a question?”

She was resting her head on your thigh, her book open as she relaxed against you. The soft glow of the lavender candle flickered in the background, filling the room with its soothing scent. You ran your fingers through her navy hair, absently wondering if your children would inherit the same color, if tiny hands would one day tug at her locks the way you did now.

“Hmm?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly but not looking away from the page. “What is it?”

You hesitated for a moment before asking, carefully, casually, “Have you ever thought about having children?”

That caught her attention. Caitlyn lowered her book onto her chest and turned her gaze to you, studying your face as if trying to gauge where this was coming from.

“I mean… yeah, of course,” she admitted, her voice thoughtful. “I’ve thought about it before. But why do you ask?”

You shrugged, but the casual act didn’t quite land—not when your heart was hammering in your chest. “I was just wondering.”

Caitlyn let out a soft chuckle, reaching up to trace gentle patterns on your thigh. “You don’t just ask that out of nowhere,” she said knowingly. “What’s on your mind?”

You exhaled, glancing away for a second before looking back at her. “Lately, I’ve been thinking about it more. A lot more.”

Her fingers stilled against your skin. “Oh?”

You nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “I keep imagining it—us with a kid. Waking up to them climbing into bed with us, helping them with homework, teaching them how to ride a bike… I don’t know when it started, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

For a moment, Caitlyn didn’t say anything. She just looked at you, her blue eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, a small, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“Would it make you happy?” she asked softly.

Your heart swelled at the tenderness in her voice. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I think it would.”

She shifted, sitting up properly so she could face you, her hands resting gently on your knees. “Then maybe… we should talk about it.”

“Yes, I think we should,” you said, a smile spreading across your face. There was a nervous excitement bubbling inside you now, like the moment right before the first drop on a rollercoaster—terrifying but exhilarating all the same.

Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, studying you with quiet amusement. “You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?”

You hesitated for only a second before letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah… I know I said I was just wondering, but…” You glanced away briefly, suddenly shy. “I kind of have a list.”

“A list?” Her brows lifted in surprise, but there was no teasing in her voice—just curiosity and something softer, something almost affectionate.

You nodded. “Of things for our children.”

“Children?” She chuckled, catching the plural immediately. “As in more than one?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, sheepish but not backing down. “Yeah. I mean, I was thinking two… maybe three.”

Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head. “I love how you went from ‘just wondering’ to ‘I have an entire life plan in my head.’”

You grinned. “I can’t help it. Once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop.”

She hummed thoughtfully, tracing small circles on your knee with her thumb. “Alright then,” she said, leaning back slightly. “Tell me what’s on this list of yours.”

You bit your lip, suddenly nervous but excited. “Okay, well… first of all, I really want them to have meaningful names. Something strong, but also something that has a special meaning to us.”

She nodded in approval. “I like that.”

“And I want them to grow up knowing they can talk to us about anything. No matter what.”

Caitlyn’s expression softened. “That’s important.”

“Oh! And I was thinking—you have all these books, right? What if that became, like, a thing? A bedtime tradition? You could read them a story, and it could be our way of winding down as a family.”

Caitlyn smiled, the kind of smile that reached her eyes. “I really like that idea.”

Encouraged, you kept going. “I want them to learn to ride a bike early, to love books the way you do, and—oh! You know those little socks with baby animals? We have to get those.”

Caitlyn laughed again, shaking her head. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but also incredibly full of love. “I just… I want to build something beautiful with you.”

For a moment, Caitlyn just looked at you, something unreadable in her expression. Then she reached forward, cradling your face in her hands before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. “I want that too,” she whispered.

And in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t just a thought in your head anymore. This was the beginning of your family.

──────────────────────

masterlist

[mossangelll]

is that hyperpigmentation?

arcane characters x reader

basically what the title says, you draw the arcane characters à la hyperpigmentation 😍 i needed smth silly to work on to get me out of my writing rut, hope you enjoy :p

content: gn!reader, reader is their partner (could be seen as platonic/child reader but i think most of, if not all, the hcs allude or explicitly call reader their partner - sorry!)

Jinx

she LOVES it

as an artist, engineer, overall creator she can really appreciate the more wacky expressions of art

she does a whole art critique (barely a critique tbh) and pretends to be some stuffy piltie talking about the genius and emotion behind the artwork

“ya know, toots, i’m reaaallyyyy enjoying what ya did with that…um, splodge? on my face there. yeah!”

she draws her own version but this time it’s a portrait of you

you swap them and have a cute little date where you colour the pictures in together and add details in the background

by the end, jinx’s workshop is covered in glue and glitter and paint and powder and also for some reason silly string

jinx even makes frames from scratch so they can be hung up - they’re probably the most nicely presentee decoration she has in her place

Ekko

you slide the portrait of him over to his side of the table in silence

he looks down absently and has to do a double take

“this is…me?” he asks hesitantly with his eyes widened like a deer in headlights; a look you rarely ever see from him - you nod and confirm his fears

“we have one tree down here. paper’s expensive. remember that.”

walks away and goes about his duties helping the firelights and though you suspect he might be upset, he did take the picture with him

feels so guilty about his reaction he almost sacks himself into a wall as he rides his hover board

later that night he apologises and makes a show of sticking the picture on his bedroom wall (in the corner he can barely see of course)

Vi

she’s been in prison and seen some interesting tattoos but this takes the cake

spends a good ten minutes staring at it whilst rubbing her chin as if that’s gonna make it look better

asks you if this was the rough draft

she’s smooth though so she basically tells you she hates it but in a way that you don’t even realise - you’re too busy being seduced to notice

“i love how wild your imagination is babe 😍”

vi keeps the picture and shows jinx; needless to say, this portrait becomes famous

kids all through the lanes have a challenge where they find all the weird faces jinx spray painted everywhere

vi pretends to act dumb as if she doesn’t know how jinx got ahold of them but you both know what happened LMAO

Caitlyn

she laughs in your face

she probably just had an argument with her mum over being an enforcer so she really needed this to lighten her spirits

teases you over it but accepts it gracefully because she’s a kiramman and those manners have been engrained into her

keeps it in her room as a joke and everything’s seemingly ok

except she can’t stop looking at it

and then looking at her reflection in the mirror

starts to question reality because she knows there’s no way she looks like that but if so, why would you draw it in the first place 😭

then she enters the mad stage and she confronts you about this thing called negging she discovered

it’s a loooooong night but don’t worry it ends in lots of laughter and giggles

she understands it wasn’t serious and was just projecting her stress onto the picture

but then this starts a new tradition where you two draw daily doodles of each other; sometimes with stupid faces, other times as animals, whatever you two are feeling really

Mel

the woman was too stunned to speak

no, she’s literally speechless for a good minute or two as you hold it out for her

she eventually takes the portrait from your hands but does it in a way where you’d think it was going to explode the second she touches it

she tries her best to smile and be graceful about it, years of etiquette training being tested but even this is a bit excessive

she finds a way to dodge actually having to tell you it looks bad but also dodges telling you that it looks good too - she’s a lot of things but she’s not a liar 😭

she’s incredibly diplomatic

the very next day she’s introducing you to an absolutely fabulous painter who just happened to make an impromptu visit but has just enough time to run a session (or multiple) with you!

how serendipitous is this!

never again will she receive a portrait from you like hyperpigmentation

Jayce

“oh wow this is for me?”

you handed this to him in the busy academy building in front of SOOO many people and now his face is red

his teeth are gritted, hand rubbing the back of his neck and if you look closely there’s even beads of sweat dripping down his forehead

you’ve got this man stressed out

takes like 20 minutes trying to tell you that he’s not too sure if this is exactly his style

internally he’s crying for help because he just wants to get out of this situation

he loves you don’t get it wrong but this has never happened to him before and it’s not like they’ve got a guidebook on this stuff

eventually admits defeat and accepts the portrait

it’s probably in the break room and although he isn’t particularly fond of it, he won’t stand for anyone saying mean things about what you made

that is until you tell him it was all a joke in the first place and you never thought he would actually accept it considering how shitty it was

yeah, he allowed everyone a ten minute free for all where they could slander the picture after that

he is gonna give you silent treatment for all of an hour before he can’t stand it anymore and he asks you not to pull pranks like that on him again with tears in his eyes 😭

Viktor

viktor is chronically ill AND chronically overworked

gonna be real, he sees the portrait and doesn’t even think anything of it

like, he’s so sleep deprived that he’s constantly squinting and so to him, it low-key looks like him

you even got his beauty mark right too! most people forget that detail!

it’s only after a good few weeks of having the picture on his bedside table and actually, finally, getting eight hours of sleep that he properly looks at the picture and

who the fuck is that

but at this point it’s too late, it’s already in a frame next to the bed you two share and there’s no way he can discretely get rid of it without you noticing

stages an accident where his cane “accidentally” happens to slip and somehow punt the picture frame right out the window with surprising accuracy

he gives you those puppy dog eyes and tells you how sad he is but that he’ll survive so don’t worry!

can’t even feel guilty about the situation because the moment the portrait is gone he stops having nightmares

Silco

another one who is speechless

if you were anyone else, he would’ve berated you so badly you would want to quit by the end of it

unfortunately you’re someone he loves so he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place

the thing is, he really does appreciate that you went through the effort of drawing a picture of him since it reminds him that perhaps his love isn’t as one-sided as he fears

so he really does want to have it framed and put up on his desk so he can stare at it whenever he misses you

the problem is that even though one of his eyes is fucked up he can still see how butt ugly the drawing is

plus the fact that if he has meetings his business associates are gonna see it and that’s gonna be a tough one to explain

rather not lose out of business because his partner decided to be picasso for a day

silco ends up compromising by having you draw a teeny tiny version he keeps in his wallet instead :3

the bigger version stays in a locked compartment of his desk drawer, he doesn’t want to risk sevika seeing it

Vander

vander does NOT care what it looks like, he loves it

you could literally scribble on a page, say “that’s you” and he’s tearing up at your thoughtfulness

it’s going on the fridge asap and it’s staying there too

he’s gonna show it to everyone with such pride in his voice

sure, he doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking at and maybe you drew his body hair a bit liberally but you made it so that’s good enough for him!

when he shows it off, most people say aww what a cute werewolf and ask how old his kid is

the light leaves their eyes when he tells them, chest puffed out, that his fully grown adult partner did it and that it’s actually a portrait of him

whether you made it as a joke or not, expect all of your friends, your friend’s friends, those friend’s friend’s friends…everyone to have seen it

Sevika

sevika tells you it’s ugly straight away <\3

rolls her eyes as she listens to you explain all the reasons why she should like the drawing

she does nawt care

wants to act unbothered but deep down she’s a bit insulted

however she doesn’t like sein you upset so she kisses you to distract you from the fact she hates the drawing

sevika is an incredibly considerate partner so now she knows you like art, she takes it upon herself to buy colouring books and art journals that you two can fill out together

this is how you find out she’s a god at drawing and you find it sweet how she takes you under her wing

if something’s bad she’ll tell you but it will always be constructive criticism and before you know it your portraits actually look decent

she’s smug knowing she helped you get to that point

little do you know she kept your abhorrent portrait of her and she looks at it every so often to see how far you’ve come

she’s a softie deep down

AU!mylo

he says he likes it but that’s just because he wants to hit

also is a bit pretentious so you could hand him a really bad painting and he’ll try and act like he “gets it” even if there’s nothing to get 😭

this WILL make him doubt his looks constantly

he’s confident for sure, more than he should be at times, but now he’s got that image in the back of his head

aura down and now he’s even WORSE at flirting god save this man

will go around asking random people if he looks like the guy in the portrait because he’s not going down without a fight

he needs to beat the allegations one way or another‼️

AU!claggor

genuinely too nice to decline it or say it looks bad

doesn’t know what exactly it’s meant to be even though you already said it’s a portrait of him

too focused on his plants to worry about it too much, it’s just something that makes him chuckle every now and then

he will conduct a mini interview on why you made it look the way it did

he looks all serious as he nods at your answers

deep down he just wants to understand how your brain works

masterlist

[thesecondhandwoman]

Omg I love the domestic caitvi and their kid😭

How about one where cait or vi was so stressed and tired from work or something and reader just wanted to play but instead cait or vi accidentally lashed out on her and she ran out of the room to her bedroom and started crying and started to think that maybe her mom doesn’t love her anymore or something, in the end cait or vi apologize to reader, they made up and cuddle or play together

SOFT APOLOGIES

Caitlyn x Vi x kid f!reader

Synopsis: Being Vi and Caitlyn’s little kid had some difficulties, especially when Caitlyn was already tired with work, while you were a little bundle of energy wanting attention. Sometimes leading to some needed apologies.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Part two of Motherly Love.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the house in soft, dusky light. Dinner had been eaten, dishes half-done, and the usual hum of warmth filled the home. But something was different tonight. The weight of the day had settled heavily on Caitlyn’s shoulders, her normally pristine posture sagging ever so slightly as she worked through a pile of paperwork at the kitchen table. Her brow was furrowed, her movements sharp, a quiet tension radiating from her.

Vi wasn’t home yet, stuck with her own share of responsibilities. That left you, five years old and bursting with energy, darting around the living room with Bunny in one hand and a superhero cape tied around your neck.

You didn’t notice Caitlyn’s tight jaw or the way her sighs grew heavier each time her pen scratched across the paper. You only saw your mommy—your kind, brilliant mommy who could do anything—and you wanted her attention.

“Mommy!” you called, skipping into the kitchen. Bunny bounced against your side, his floppy ears trailing behind you. “Mommy, look! I’m a superhero!”

Caitlyn didn’t look up. “That’s wonderful, darling,” she said absently, her tone clipped.

Undeterred, you twirled in place, your cape fluttering behind you. “Mommy, did you see? Did you see how fast I can go?”

Another sharp sigh escaped her lips. She set her pen down, finally glancing at you. Her smile was thin and tired. “I see, sweetheart. But I’m very busy right now. Why don’t you play in the living room for a while?”

“But I want to play with you,” you insisted, bouncing on your toes. Bunny jostled in your hand as you held him up toward her. “Bunny wants to play too! Please, Mommy?”

Caitlyn’s patience, already stretched thin, snapped.

“For the love of—darling, not now!” she said sharply, her voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “I have so much to do, and I can’t focus with you underfoot! Just go to your room for a little while!”

Her words hit you like a gust of cold wind. Your small frame stilled, your wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Bunny dangled limply in your grip.

“Go on,” Caitlyn said, her tone softer but still firm. “Please, darling. I just need some quiet.”

Without another word, you turned and ran. Bunny’s ears trailed behind you as you bolted down the hallway, your small feet thumping against the floor. Caitlyn called your name only a minute after you ran, but you didn’t stop.

In your room, you curled up on your bed, Bunny clutched tightly to your chest. The superhero cape now felt silly, like it didn’t belong to you anymore. You buried your face against Bunny’s soft fur, the first sob breaking free as your mind spun with unfamiliar and frightening thoughts.

Mommy’s mad at me.

She doesn’t love me anymore.

Maybe I’m too annoying, maybe she wishes I wasn’t here.

The tears came faster, soaking Bunny’s fur as you squeezed him tighter, your chest heaving with hiccupping breaths.

Back in the kitchen, Caitlyn sat frozen, her head in her hands. The echo of her raised voice played on a loop in her mind, each repetition sharper than the last.

She sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as guilt clawed at her chest. What was I thinking, snapping at her like that?

Vi walked through the door moments later, her boots clunking softly against the floor. She took one look at Caitlyn’s face and frowned. “Hey, cupcake. You alright?”

Caitlyn shook her head, her eyes tired and full of regret. “I-I snapped at her, Vi. She wanted to play, and I just, I yelled. She ran off crying, and now—” Her voice wavered.

Vi’s face softened. “Hey, hey. We all have rough days. But you know what you gotta do, right?”

Caitlyn nodded, already standing. “I need to fix this.”

Your sniffles had quieted, though tears still clung to your lashes when Caitlyn pushed open your bedroom door. She found you curled up on the bed, your little body trembling slightly as you hugged Bunny close. The sight made her heart ache.

“Darling?” she said softly, kneeling beside your bed.

You peeked at her through red-rimmed eyes, your lip trembling.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Caitlyn whispered, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to shout. I had a hard day, but that’s no excuse for being unkind to you.”

You sniffled, your voice small. “You don’t love me anymore?”

Caitlyn’s heart shattered. She scooped you into her arms, holding you close as tears filled her own eyes. “Oh, no, my darling. Never. I love you more than anything in the world. You are my sunshine, my heart, my everything.”

Your tiny hands clung to her shirt as you buried your face in her neck. “Really?”

“Really,” she promised, her voice firm and full of love. “I’m so sorry for making you feel otherwise.”

Vi appeared in the doorway, her usual grin softened into something warm and comforting. “Hey, squirt,” she said, stepping inside. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly, still snuggled against Caitlyn.

“Good,” Vi said, ruffling your hair gently. “Wanna know a secret? Your mommy’s a superhero too. She just had a tough mission today.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at Caitlyn with wide eyes. “Really?”

Caitlyn smiled, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Really. But the only thing I want to do now is spend time with my favorite hero. What do you say? Forgive me?”

Your bottom lip wobbled again, but this time it was followed by a small, teary smile. “Okay, Mommy. I forgive you.”

The three of you ended up back in the living room, the paperwork forgotten. Caitlyn and Vi worked together to build you a brand-new superhero cape out of an old scarf, complete with Bunny-sized accessories so he could join in your adventures.

When bedtime finally rolled around, you were nestled between them on the couch, Bunny tucked safely under your arm. Caitlyn smoothed down your hair while Vi traced gentle circles on your back.

“Love you, Mommy,” you murmured sleepily.

“Love you, too, darling,” Caitlyn whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, squirt,” Vi added, her voice soft and warm.

And in the safety of their arms, you drifted off to sleep, knowing without a doubt that their love was as strong as ever.

A love that stayed, no matter what.

A/N: yes, this part also had another falling asleep ending, but only because I wanted to tie the last line with the title.

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hii, I LOVE UR FICS!! 🫶🫶🫶 so i was wondering what would caitvi do when their S/O was on their period 🤔🤔 (idk if this is PG-13 😭)

Love, anon

Hi! Yes, this is perfectly PG-13. Thanks for requesting!

Shark Week | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi with a S/O on their period!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Y/n, Not Proofread, No Spoilers(S2)

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– Caitlyn and Vi are understanding when their partner is on their period. The pair gets them too so they know how excruciating periods can be emotionally and physically.

– If you're the person who gets cramps really badly to the point where it makes you nauseated or cry, they're always there to provide for you.

– They give you medicine, home remedies, heating pads, and tons of cuddles if you want them. One of them always has a hand on your abdomen when you cuddle. They think it's comforting to have their hand there and honestly, the touch from them and the warmth from their hand is so you never told them to pull away.

– (Unless you were in so much pain that you didn't want to be touched).

– Vi and Caitlyn get you whatever snack you need when you're on your period.

– Let's say you're a huge fan of chocolate, on and off your period, so the girls get you a small basket of all the chocolate they could find or your favorite just because they know it soothes you.

– Maybe you like spicy food instead on your period. Caitlyn finds that a bit strange since spicy foods typically make cramps worse... but they get you spicy food anyway.

– If you're the type of person who gets really emotional on their period, Vi and Caitlyn understand and try not to rock the boat too much or lend an understanding ear.

– Maybe a commercial with a puppy in it made you burst into tears or maybe the kitchen cabinet didn't close the right way so you exploded into a rage and cussed the cabinet out. Either way, they don't judge and always try to talk you down from your rage or ease you when you're crying.

– Of course, the two of them look at each other in a mix of fear and concern when you get ridiculously angry over inanimate objects, but they keep their comments to themselves. (Or at least wait till you aren't in the room to talk about it).

– When you three are out and about or working and your period comes unexpectedly, somehow, they're always prepared.

– Caitlyn never leaves the house without some period products on her. One time a cute girl needed a pad the day Caitlyn didn't have one in her bag and she's regretted it ever since. So in addition to pads, she keeps tampons and liners in her bag too.

– If you're the one to use a cup, she'll only have a brand-new one still packaged in her bag but only when you guys aren't home for days at a time. Otherwise, you gotta deal with the pads and tampons.

– If you're out and you bleed through, Vi is the first to see (if you don't spot it first) and will guide you to a different room to change. The girl will literally give you the pants off her legs to help you out. She doesn't care.

– Obviously, she can't walk around in public with no pants on, no matter how much you and Caitlyn loved her legs, so you would decide on using her jacket as a coverup instead.

– Around shopping centers or stores, they won't hesitate to buy you a new pair of underwear, pants, and more period products when you bleed through.

– If you're at their workplace, they already have a few extra pair of clothes because sometimes, they bleed through too

– And if you're at home, they'll just tell you kindly if you didn't spot it first.

– If your period stained the sheets, hey it happens sometimes, they'll clean the sheets without a problem.

– Honestly, CaitVi are really understanding about periods and won't ever judge. (Unless you're being a little mean to the sink faucet because it's not getting hot quick enough).

– Another thing they like to do with you is cuddle up with your favorite snacks and what whatever movies you want to see. If you have no movies in mind, then you three would find movies that sound interesting.

– You always fall asleep first if the pain isn't too much to bear. You couldn't help it.

– You were warm, fed, well cared for, and cuddled in the comfort of your bed surrounded by your girlfriends who would do anything to make sure you're happy.

WC: 716

[peachyromanxff]

I can’t stand CaitVi

I’ll never like Caitlyn or her and Vi’s relationship. People like to say “oh you just can’t handle complex characters” or claim lesbophobia/misogyny when you criticize their ship or Caitlyn as a character. Like no bitch I just don’t like her as a person and think Vi, despite her mistakes and wrongdoings, deserves way better than Caitlyn 😭 also I am a lesbian so wtf

Also I raise you this:

Caitlyn is not a complex character at all. Maybe in season one she was, cuz you had to dig a little deep and really pay attention to understand her motivations and what drives her to act the way she does and make the choices she makes.

But in season two, however, it not hard to understand why she did what she did. I know why she gassed parts of Zaun and why she went after Jinx, and I don’t like her!

One thing I don’t understand is why Caitlyn hit Vi after Vi didn’t let her take the shot. That’s the main thing that makes me a Caitlyn/CaitVi hater. To me, Caitlyn had no logical reason to hit Vi that would’ve made me go “ohhh okay, I understand”.

People like to justify Caitlyn hitting Vi by saying “it was one time, it’s not abuse!” As if they wouldn’t leave their partner if they were hit, even if it was once. As if they wouldn’t be encouraged to leave the partner who hit them.

Saying “she was frustrated, she was upset” is still completely fucked because what happens when she gets frustrated again? Is she gonna resort to physical violence once more? People who hit others when they’re frustrated fall into a pattern of doing that when there’s no one to stop them, don’t they? 

I get that her mom died but come on, girl. She was raised with damn near all the tools one could need for processing her emotions, and in this moment, she chooses to hit the woman she supposedly loves in the stomach with the back of her gun. And her dick riders will still say that CaitVi isn’t oppressor x oppressed, like oh okay!

Vi put on the uniform of the people that killed her parents, threw her and jail and oppressed her people for years and Caitlyn never took off the uniform for Vi, but it’s not oppressor x oppressed? Vi never raised her hand against Caitlyn once, not even when she was frustrated, and Caitlyn seemed perfectly okay with hitting Vi, what, three times, but they’re not oppressor x oppressed? Caitlyn also threw that boat in Vi’s general direction the second Vi said something she didn’t like, but y’all like to gloss over that because it’s something small. Idk about y’all but I don’t throw things at people I love when I get mad!

And then, you know what really takes the cake for me? The fact that Caitlyn apologized for/brought up sleeping with Maddie out of all the fucking things in the world. She didn’t apologize for hitting her or leaving her, just for sleeping with Maddie. Does none of that other shit matter to her?? Idk I just thought that was fucked. I think their whole relationship is fucked, and I think the only reason they’re even together is because Cait was the first person to show her kindness in a long time and she got attached. Add on the fact that they went through something traumatic together that brought them closer and there ya go, there’s CaitVi. I’m sure there was real love there at some point, and they were physically attracted to each other but idk, after Caitlyn asked Vi to become and enforcer knowing that those people killed her parents and practically ruined her life, that made it clear to me that Caitlyn no longer cared that much about Vi and was more focused on what Vi could do for her.

And don’t even get me started on that godforsaken jail sex scene. That was beyond gross and inappropriate for the context of the whole situation, AND considering Vi’s history with prison cells. Genuinely what the fuck.

So yeah. I heavily dislike CaitVi, don’t like Caitlyn either. TimeBomb has my heart, I fear (I am well aware of their flaws so don’t be in my comments talking about how they beat each other up. I know. At least it was mutual and at least they had a reason to be fighting. Just saying!)

[bicth-and-in-that-order]

Let’s talk about THAT CaitVi scene and the fandom’s response to it

All cards out on the table, I used to adore CaitVi. I was there in the trenches reading the fanfics, watching the shipping videos, even going on fucking dynasty scans for the fanart + doujinshis😭 (iykyk). I loved CaitVi down bad, and of all the things I was most excited for in S2, this ship becoming canon was near the top of the list. I say this to say I don’t come from a place of apathy or hatred when it comes to this ship, but just genuine disappointment and disgust for how it was mishandled in season 2. Particularly when it comes to the abuse.

In preparation of this rant, I did my homework to fully understand both sides. I watched this video:

Which explains Cait’s behavior and even addresses her physical abuse. And, as much as it pains me to say this, I looked through the CaitVi tag on tumblr and read as many posts as I could defending Caitlyn and CaitVi as a ship.

Before I begin, I think it would be fair to lay out the main defense before tearing into these people. So let’s talk about Cait:

The main thesis of “Stop Me Oh’s” video and many other CaitVi shippers is that Caitlyn is someone who doesnt like to communicate her feelings and thinks actions speak louder than words. By helping Vi without hesitation during Act 2 and putting aside her grief to allow Vi a chance to talk to Jinx, someone who murdered her mother, Cait is already showing immense remorse. She’s taking steps to make amends for her actions and proving that her love and trust in Vi outweighs her desire to get revenge. She doesn’t need to actually utter a single apology when she’s done more than enough to make up for her misgivings.

And excusing the whole fascist thing, ALL she did was hit Vi. She didn’t kill the poor thing like Jayce and they weren’t fighting to death like Ekko and Jinx:

And, let’s be honest, wouldn’t you do the same? Put yourself Cait’s shoes. Imagine your family was blown up by your partner’s crazy lunatic sister. You watched her turn your world upside down. And while your partner is fully supportive of hunting down your mother’s murderer, she suddenly switches up when it’s time to actually go through with it. She’s stopping you from shooting this deranged killer all because you MIGHT shoot some annoying child. And then you miss the best chance you’ll ever get to take down this terrorist and your partner comes crawling back to you, talking about how you’re just like that murderer. Then, in the heat of the moment, you hit her with the butt of your gun. You hit her and you abandon her in a hole while she cries on the ground. It’s harsh, but doesn’t she deserve it?

Don’t you see? Cait is a poor rich girl who lost her mother. Unlike these other murderers and thugs, all she did was hit Vi during a moment of passion and would never, ever, ever, ever, do it again. Vi should be grateful Cait even let her see her only family, she could’ve just fucking killed the bitch.

Okay. Jokes asides, let’s just address each of these points one by one.

1. Cait already apologized through her actions

This is the most common defense I see for Cait, and it’ll be the lengthiest one too.

So my question is: For what?

Ignoring the fact that verbally apologizing IS an action, how does Cait deciding not to pursue Jinx and allowing Vi to see her only family correlate to her making amends for the physical abuse?At the very least , I can see Cait siding against Ambessa and admitting she fell for propaganda as “apologizing” for her turning to fascism. I guess. But what is Cait atoning for exactly when she helps out Vi? I’ll try to explain what I think it is:

When Cait says Vi has Jinx’s blood, shoves her gun into her stomach, and leaves her in a ditch, that represents her no longer trusting Vi. Cait thinks she’ll choose Jinx over her. So later, when Cait sides with Vi and allows her to see Jinx, it’s shows that she’s willing to trust Vi again and her judgement of character. Which Vi understands. When we think about it this way, Cait hitting Vi isn’t read as “physical abuse” by the narrative because the physical act of violence isn’t the issue the writers are trying to portray. No, the issue is Cait no longer trusting Vi. Physical abuse was just used as a vehicle to convey Cait’s distrust of Vi, who she now sees as a stranger/enemy….for like, an episode or two, then switches up lol.

But my point in saying all of this is, Cait isn’t really “apologizing through her actions” about the physical abuse. In fact, that was never even a consideration. And no, we’re not going to brush it off by saying “well shouldn’t this count for Cait hitting Vi too”. If we’re to take physical abuse seriously, and WE ARE you freaks, this is an offense that Cait needs to address separately. Properly.

Imagine if someone punched you in the face then stole your cookies. They never apologize to you for anything, but over the following days, they buy you cookies, maybe even some milk. Do you think these actions are enough of an “apology” for punching you in the fucking face? If they are then you need some serious help.

Ah, and contrary to the popular belief that Cait doesn’t need to verbally apologize bc she shows her actions through words and yadda yadda yadda, Cait does, in fact, try to apologize in Jinx’s suicide cell. About fucking Maddie. Then she gets cut off. You would think Cait wouldn’t feel the need to apologize about Maddie since “aCtIonS sPeAk LoUdeR tHaN wOrDs” but I guess Cait picks and choose what she feels sorry about.

And I can already hear the counter argument. “It’s not about if I forgive Cait, but if Vi does since she’s the victim. Cait and Vi kiss and make up, and by the season’s end, they’re a couple. Therefore, Vi forgives Cait about everything.”

Putting aside the cycle of abuse, my question is: how does Vi feel about Cait hitting her? And vice versa. Since the fandom loves throwing “media literacy” around so much, let’s put that to the test. While the physical abuse is never brought up, hinted at, thought about, or addressed ever again (much like how the fandom treats it), that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about the implications.

If Vi doesn’t specifically mention the physical abuse, what does that mean for her character? Did Vi think she deserved it, or maybe she was just used to it, maybe she thought it was in the heat of the moment and Cait would never hurt her again (super toxic mindset btw), etc etc.

If Cait never mentions her physically abusing Vi, what does that mean for her character? Does she even care, does she think she was justified, did she think Vi could take it, why is Maddie the first thing she apologizes about and not hitting Vi and leaving her in a dank hole?

Because we could easily be getting into toxic/abusive territory, and when it comes to physical violence, there’s very little wiggle room for a more positive interpretation.

2. These characters aren’t perfect, they’re flawed

So this argument falls back on the “well pobody’s nerfect” defense and to that extent I agree. I think Cait is selfish and callous, but all the other characters who have similar flaws (think Silco, Marco, Ambessa, probably more) end up fucking dying and/or have actual narrative consequences. I’ve seen people argue that Cait losing her eye is a narrative consequence and IT IS for Cait’s alt right phase and choosing to follow Ambessa but it’s NOT for hitting Vi. Neither is Maddie betraying her. An appropriate narrative consequence would’ve been Vi leaving her ass, but I promise you the same people defending Cait would’ve had a thousand think pieces about how the writers sabotaged Cait’s character. Arcane is NOT a show about bad people getting away with bad things either.

3. Well Jayce killed Viktor / Ekko and Jinx tried to kill each other

So this argument acknowledges Cait’s abuse and her lack of apology but tries to deflect by claiming the other couples are violent, if not more. Even though this is a classic whataboutism, I’ll address it. I won’t acknowledge the timebomb side of the argument because it’s incredibly dumb, but for Jayvik, where do we begin? Recall that after Cait and Vi kissed, they were on romantic terms. That’s why Cait even bothers bringing up Maddie, and it’s really more so to let the viewer know Cait will excuse abuse but draws the line at infidelity. During Act 2, Jayce and Viktor are enemies and Viktor will literally kill everyone if he continues on his path. Jayce could have at least talked to Viktor first, but the writers chose to make him deranged or whatever so that was out of the question. And again, they’re enemies. Fighting isn’t off the table, even killing. If Viktor sucker punched Jayce while they were astral projecting together, then that might be analogous to Cait and Vi, but they don’t.

4. Not all relationships are perfect

This is one is similar to point two, but I’m taking a different angle. No, not all relationships are perfect, but I would never call physical abuse a “flaw” that’s to be expected in a normal, healthy relationship. Once you introduce violence, we call that abusive. I didn’t know we were in dire need of an abusive lesbian relationship, but I’ll walk with you.

If Arcane had the balls, CaitVi could’ve been portrayed as the toxic yuri couple it clearly is. They could’ve leaned into Vi being desperate enough to take Cait back and Cait not giving a single fuck about hitting Vi and leaving her. And if they did, this post wouldn’t exist. But they don’t. We’re genuinely supposed to like this slop and view it as a good thing because they kiss and play fun pop music while they fuck instead of the more appropriate “Poison” (by Bell Biv DeVoe ofc).

5. Well Jinx did XYZ to Vi

Another whataboutism. At risk of making this post longer than it already is, I’m gonna be brief. Yes, Jinx did awful things to Vi, but the narrative properly punishes Jinx for all of her actions (I mean the girl literally sacrifices herself) and wastes no time calling her out, especially Vi. Behind Cait, Vi is Jinx’s biggest hater. Literally chokes the girl out on sight. So let’s not pretend there’s some hypocrisy going on here, though it doesn’t escape me that many Cait fans end up being Jinx haters.

With that, I think I’ve covered all the major defenses for Caitvi’s physical abuse. All I can say is that the relationship is fucked and Vi deserves better.

[rizzanon]

imagine if one of readers friends had a sibling and treated the friends sibling more like a sibling than any of the batfam ?? how would they react

it could be adriens twin brother felix wink wink nudge nudge

-🍰

NOT FELIX. i’ll be using Caitlyn’s older brother (from chapter 4) as the example ☺️

imagine reader in her petty era trying to avoid all conversations/confrontations with the batfam (especially dick—idk why im bullying him at this point—who’s trying to reach out to you and bridge the gap between you two that seemed to have grown bigger due to a particular incident(s) that happened will be explained more in depth in chapter 5 )

like imagine:

Dick: (calling out to you after spotting you along the hallways of Wayne Manor) Hey, (Name)! Do you want to—

regressed!reader: (cutting him off, speedwalking past) Sorry, can’t talk. I’m late to meet up with Caitlyn and our brother.

Dick: (blinking, turning to follow your retreating figure) Our brother? Wait, what? Who—?

regressed!reader: (already out the door)

Dick: (to himself, utterly perplexed) ‘Our’ brother?? What is going on?

regressed!reader: (stretching, checking the time) Wow, it’s late. I should head back before Alfie nags at me for staying out.

Jason: (shrugging, reaching for his keys) Yeah, I’m not letting you walk back to the manor at this hour. I’ll give you a—

regressed!reader: (cutting him off, excitedly) Oh, great! My bro’s here to pick me up! See you never, hopefully!

Jason: (stunned) Wait, what? Your—? (watches you jog up to some random guy on a motorcycle, who hands you a helmet before the two of you ride off.)

Jason: (to himself, bewildered) Who the hell… Did the old man adopt another kid again?

Tim: (walking up, holding some tools) Hey, I remembered you needed help fixing a gadget of yours, so—

regressed!reader: (cutting him off, smirking) I got it. My bro helped me fix it up.

Tim: (pausing) …Dick?

regressed!reader: No.

Tim: (frowning) Jason?

regressed!reader: Pfft, no.

Tim: Damian??

regressed!reader: Seriously?

Tim: (utterly flabbergasted) “What other brothers do we even have??”

regressed!reader: (walking off with the smuggest grin imaginable, answering a phone call) Hey, bro! Yeah, thanks for helping me fix that gadget of mine!

Tim: (standing there, staring after you, completely baffled)

LOL i need to do this with the other batfam members 😭

[sweetsexyspirit]

Hello There !! Could i request x reader like that one you wrote with vi where she overstimulates reader but with caitlyn instead of Vi?? 🫣

Caitlyn x reader

- I don't why I really enjoyed writing this lol.😭

- it's also kind of short.

- ⚠️ : afab reader, overstimulation, the end might not be very religious safe, praise, also kinda edging?

It wasn't unusual for Caitlyn to be ruthless during sex and at the same time the most caring person in the universe (lies kinda)

You would wince slightly everytime one of her — God damn finger nails which you didn't know which side it was from, right or left, hit your insides in a harsh manner.

It would make you sort of more turned on but honestly more whiney and that was the key to make her even more hornier and crazier over you. You were also becoming tired.

How long had this been going on? You were lost in time. You lost the count of how many times she had pumped her fingers inside and out of you. You lost the count of how many times she had pressed on your lower abdomen on purpose when you were near to make you beg for even more.

"P-Please I just can't take it anymore.." She simply just smirked at you before moving her lips near your ear and whispering, "Safe word?"

Did you want her to stop? No absolutely not, so you simply shook your head to her question.

How was Someone so obsessed with the idea of making you shake over and over again. You were starting to get an stomachache at this point. Her long fingers did not help. At this point you were so desperate you would guide her at the same time she literally dominates you.

But all the "bad stuff" you wanted more went away, it went away the second she started praising you next to your ear. All the "pain" and "begging for release" went away when her hand pushed some of your sweaty hair out of your face in the most gentle way. All the "I can't take it anymore" went away.

You were becoming close again and all that would come out of your mouth was the word "God" and "God" all over again.

"The lord isn't the one who is gonna make you cum. Chant my name instead."

[pearlsinoystersflesh]

being mean and mocking loser Caitlyn

GREED.

loser!caitlyn kiramman x mean!reader

warnings: mean reader, slight choking, loser!caitlyn, begging, reader is a tease, edging, reader mocks caitlyn, reader hits her once or twice, strap on, slight size kink (if you squint), pure filth, no plot. this is not a college!au, just modern.

authors note: every ask ive had so far ive written just smut😭 i promise you guys will get fluff soon, i swear i just get so corny in my writing. anyway, i saw this ask and was immediately so excited to write this. ty ty and ty. enjoy!

wc: 526

your hands slide down your girlfriends waist, her perfect body squirming and moving underneath you. your cock is inside her cunt, but you refuse to move. caitlyn doesn't complain- she absolutely worships you, shes ecstatic that your even touching her. but caitlyn wasn't above begging.

'please baby, you know i'll be good'

she reaches forward, her hands gripping your hips. she had one rule to follow, and she couldn't even do that. raising your hand, you land it flat against the side of her cheek, eliciting a gutteral moan. she moves her hands away from you immediately, gripping the sheets.

you smile at the noises she made while you hurt her, and you thrust your hips hard, just once. she lets out a nearly pornograhic whine, and you mimic it.

'stop- fuck, please!'

your hips come to a halt, and you laugh at her pathetic state. you lean forward, the strap moving slightly against her walls.

'please, please!'

its your voice now, mocking caitlyns pathetic begs. you can see it now, the tears forming. she shakes her head no, as if refusing to believe thats what she sounded like.

'if you stay quiet, ill fuck you, pretty girl. ill fuck you good. can you do that? yeah, you can'

with that, you start thrusting your hips hard, snapping them into her cunt, adoring the white ring forming at the base. its almost humiliating to caitlyn how easy it if for you to thrust. she bites hard on her hand, trying not to make noise, her tears falling onto the pillow. she was good- she always was for you, but what would be the fun if you went easy on her?

you can feel her clench hard, and through her silence, you know shes close. you bring your hand down, rubbing her clit and then smacking it. she yelps, and you immediately stop. she whines, her sobs filling the silence, now empty from the squelch of her pussy.

'i told you to be quiet. you couldn't handle that?'

caitlyn desperately nods. she could handle it, she could, for you. you wipe her tears with faux sympathy, snapping your hips hard into hers, picking your pace up again. your hands wrap hard around her neck, and you squeeze

'you cant stay silent, huh? im fucking you too good, baby, i know. ill help you.'

through the intense pressure on her neck, she couldn't yell or moan if she wanted to, and holy fuck, she did. the lack of oxygen made her dizzy, made her hyper focused on what you were doing to her dripping cunt

she cant warn you before shes soaking your cock, your bedsheets drenched in her arousal. your hands unwrap from her neck, and you stop fucking her when she yelps, jerking away from you. you pull out slowly, the toy discarded somewhere around your room. right now, your focus was on her.

'you okay cait? you did so good f'me.'

you crawl over her, cradling her weak body. she laughs softly, nodding, her voice filled to the hilt with pure and utter adoration

'you're so perfect, baby'

tags: @anitalenia for the border!!

[myloveer0]

''Dream at first lust''

(Ambessa x reader NsFw)😭🥵❤️

18+ Read it at your own risk!

---Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, only to find Ambessa standing before you. What would you do?---

Note: I decided to write this because of my love and obsession with Queen Ambessa. This idea suddenly came out of my brain randomly and i went full lock on with it. Need to contribute for more Ambessa fics! asap!!

(This is not perfect and might encounter typos)

Part I

“Ugh… Mhmm… F*ck!” A deep groan escaped your lips as waves of satisfying pleasure washed over you. Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, and your breath hitched. You set your phone down on the bed and stared at the dark ceiling of your apartment, feeling satisfaction and incredulous act you had indulged in for days.

You raise your finger, feeling the sleek wetness of your release coating it. Are you being ridiculous? Where has your dignity gone? With a chuckle, when it comes to this woman all that dignity seems to disappear and unexisting.

It has been days and weeks as you found yourself endlessly replaying Ambessa's provocative TikTok videos and delving into tantalizing online fiction. Each new glimpse of her stirred a primal desire within you, pushing you further to the edge. Now, you watched another viral video of her, found yourself losing control. In an intoxicating haze of desire, your pants disappeared and you already coming and succumbed to overwhelming pleasure.

“W-why aren’t you real?” you whimpered, staring at your phone. On the screen, Ambessa was smiling; it was the scene from the final episode before the fight with Mel and Caitlyn. You stared at it, her captivating smile radiating. She embodied beauty, exuding a deep, masculine and feminime energy that drew you in like a moth to a flame. It was an intoxicating obsession, one that left you yearning for something just out of reach. It was a frustrating and a heartbreaking feeling.

You let out a long, heavy breath and shook your head, sinking deeper into the comfort of your pillow. It wasn’t the first time your mind had wandered back to her—ever since you finished watching Arcane, she’d been all you could think about. Ambessa Medarda: the Matriarch of War, the warlord, the stateswoman. Her presence was magnetic, powerful, and utterly inescapable.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop her from invading your thoughts. Not that you wanted to. You didn’t bother hiding your fascination, even from yourself. That's why you indulge yourself by watching her edits on tiktok and fanfiction available you can find anywhere in the internet just to fill the empty feeling on your heart. But it wasn’t enough. It never was.

Which always result to plessuring yourself. You’d close your eyes and imagine her—sweet yet commanding, masculine yet graceful, towering at six foot nine. The thought of her consuming you, taking you, using you as she pleased—it sent a shiver down your spine every time.

You rubbed your eyes, the weight of drowsiness settling over you. Glancing at the clock revealed it was already hitting midnight. You had planned to take a quick dip in the tub after losing yourself in yet another fantasy, hoping to wash away the lingering wetness that clung to your core.

You never liked sleeping that way—it left you feeling sticky and exposed—but tonight, exhaustion seemed determined to win. Your eyelids grew heavier with every passing moment, and the thought of dragging yourself to the bathroom felt impossible.

''Maybe in the morning…'' you whisper hazily, surrendering to the pull of sleep.

..

Thud!!

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of something heavy falling somewhere nearby. Your sleepy eyes stirred open, mind groggy and slow to catch up. The room was dark, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the gap in the curtains. For a moment, you lay still, listening, your heart beating a little faster. You where the type of person who was sensitive to sound especially in the sleep. For a second, you wondered if you were just hearing it.

Reaching out blindly, you felt around for your phone, your hand fumbling over the sheets until your fingers brushed the cool surface of the screen. The glow of the display was harsh, making you squint as your tired eyes adjusted. 2:03 a.m.

You groaned softly, letting the face fall back onto the bed. “Too early for this,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your face with a sigh.

Then it came again.

A sound.

You breath caught, your fingers tightening around the phone. As you immediately sat up in bed, but this time wide awake, ears straining against the silence hoping to hear any sound. Your pulse drummed in your ears now, faster, sharper. You weren't just imagining it.

You scanned the room, but darkness was all you could see. Your apartment's bedroom was a decent size, familiar down to the last detail; you knew every inch of it. There was nowhere for anyone to hide—except in the shadows. You were certain the sound had come from your room, not outside. But how? How could someone get in?

The apartment building wasn’t cheap, boasting heavy security at every turn. No one could enter without passing layers of surveillance, and your door required a fingerprint scan. If anyone had tried to force their way through, the alert would’ve blared instantly.

You told yourself it was nothing. Maybe the wind. Maybe something you'd left precariously balanced had finally tipped over. But no matter how hard you tried to rationalize it, your body didn’t believe it. Your breath was shallow, as though even the act of breathing too loudly might give yourself away.

The phone was still in your hand, but you clutched it like a lifeline, your thumb hovering over the screen. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to move, to do something.

Your chest tightened when you heard it again—a creak.

This time, there was no mistaking it.

It came really inside the room.

You froze.

Your breath caught halfway in your throat and eyes grew widen. That was when you saw it—just barely, a shadow in the darkness. A tall figure, not even a few feet from your bed. It was standing still, like staring at you.

Your chest tightened as panic surged through you, an icy wave that rooted your place. Your hands trembled violently as you raised your phone, fumbling for the flashlight. Your heart pounded so loudly you thought it might burst.

The beam of light sliced through the darkness, illuminating the figure—just for a second.

Before you could process what you saw, it lunged.

You didn’t even have time to scream. Your phone slipped from your hands, bouncing onto the bed as the weight of the figure crashed into you. The air was knocked from your lungs as you forced back, your body pinned against the mattress.

A muscular arm coiled around your neck while the other pressed against the bed beside you, trapping you beneath its weight. You gasped, trying to fight, but it was useless. The pressure on your chest and neck kept you still, every movement was a struggle. You tried to move your legs but it only use it's own legs to pin it back down. It was impossible to escape.

The sharp, metallic scent of sweat and something faintly unfamiliar hit your nose. Your hands clawed instinctively at the arm restraining you, but the grip only tightened. Your mind raced, desperate to make sense of what was happening. Afraid your gonna be hurt much more worse which is death. Will you die in bed? A shurde of horror travel in your skin..

"Don’t move," the voice hissed again, low and guttural, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

Your blood ran cold as the realization sank in—you were helpless. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your throat dry and tight as though it had been sealed shut. Your chest heaved, every breath against the arm pressing against my neck.

Fear consumed you, raw and paralyzing. Tears pricked your eyes, spilling over as you began to sob. Your voice came out broken, barely above a whisper.

“P-please… please don’t hurt me. You can have whatever you want. Take anything you want from me. M-money—if you want money I’ll give it you. Just—just please don’t hurt me!”

The grip on your neck tightened, cutting off the desperate words spilling from your mouth. Your heart pounded wildly as you gasped for air.

“What are you talking about?” the voice snapped, colder now, laced with impatience. “Where am i? what kind of place is this”

You froze. Confusion collided with fear, and for a moment, you couldn’t even process the question. The grip eased just enough for you to wheeze out a frantic, “I-I don’t know! What are you talking about?”

Then it hit you. The light. Your phone. It was still on the bed, the flashlight casting a faint glow against the dark. Your trembling hands fumbled blindly, desperate to grab it.

When the light finally landed on the figure above you, You froze again—this time in utter disbelief. Your eyes widened, every ounce of fear momentarily replaced by a surge of shock that rippled through your entire body.

It was a woman.

Not just any woman.

Her familiar face, her piercing eyes, the sharp lines of her jaw and the scars in her face—all of it was unmistakable. Your breath hitched as your mind reeled.

This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t possible.

It was her. Ambessa Medarda.

Flesh and blood, alive, and impossibly here in front of you. Even touching and pinning you down.

The woman you had dreamed of. The woman you had wanted.

For a moment, you forgot about the weight pinning you down, the fear that had gripped you moments ago. You could only stare at her, mind a chaotic swirl of disbelief, awe, and a lingering sense of stange excitement.

“A-ambessa...??” The name slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Her eyes narrowed at the sound, sharp as daggers. She didn’t loosen her grip; instead, her forearm pressed harder against your throat.

“Who are you?” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “What is this place? How did you bring me here. Tell me—are you one of them? The Black Rose?”

Your head shook wildly desperate. “I’m not—I swear—please!” The words spilled out, choking as you clawed at her arm.

Ambessa’s lips curled into a sneer, her dark eyes piercing through you, scanning every inch of your body like a predator weighing its prey. There was something chilling in the way she looked at you— as if she was deliberating, assessing if you were a threat capable of fighting back. She was everything the woman you knew. No doubt.

The silence stretched, before she finally released her grip. Maybe realizing that you were just a helpless and weak woman. You staggered back, clutching your neck with trembling hands, your breaths ragged. A violent cough racked your chest as you struggled to refill your lungs, the imprint of her strength still burning into your skin.

Ambessa straightened her posture, exuding an air of quiet authority as her dark eyes scanned your place. She was fully alert and cautioned. The room was dim, offering little for her to see, but her presence seemed to fill every corner nonetheless.

You cursed under your breath, still shaken. She was impossibly strong—stronger than you’d imagined. Just with her bare hand can easily send you to your death effortlessly. You almost get choke to death to the woman you were lusting every night.

That moment of reprieve gave you the chance to really look at her, to take her in fully. She was massive, taller than anyone you’d ever seen, and built like she could crush stone with her bare hands. Broad shoulders, arms thick with muscle, every inch of her radiated strength.

Her skin was rich bronze, smooth in places but broken by scars that suit her more. Her wet silver curls fell freely over her shoulders, stray droplets trailing down the curve of her neck. Her perfect figure, lean and powerful, was wrapped in a red silk robe that clung to her like it was tailor-made to emphasize her dominance. She looks like she just got out of a bath. And was upset where she have gone into.

Your breath hitched as your eyes traced the elegant lines of her frame, and you cursed again under your breath, this time at your own weakness. She was breathtaking—hotter than anything your imagine. Seeing her in person didnt do no justice on what you saw on screen. She was impossibly attractive on how you see her.

Her brows frowned before your eyes met. Maybe she felt it—the intensity of your stare, the way you couldn’t look away. The way your gaze have the possibility to devour her.

Her gaze flickered downward, scanning you every inch of your body as you lay there on the bed. Her right brow raised. You shuddered under her scrutiny, your breath hitching in your chest just with her stare alone. God knew. How much the effect this woman can make you. Then, her eyes darted to the faint glow of your phone still lying on the bed.

Her expression changed in an instant, her lips parting slightly.

You followed her gaze, your stomach twisting in horror as you realized what she was looking at—your phone, the light still illuminating your screen.

Your heart stopped.

There, clear as day, was her. Ambessa Medarda. Smiling, confident, every inch the figure she was. Her image—your favorite image of her—boldly displayed on your wallpaper.

Your cheeks burned, humiliation spreading like wildfire through your body. Of all the times, of all the situations—this had to be the moment she saw it when she was right next to you in real life.

Her hand moved before you could react, snatching the phone from the bed.

“Wait!” you gasped, panic breaking through your embarrassment as you sat up abruptly, reaching for it. But Ambessa didn’t flinch.

With a casual motion, she placed her large hand on your shoulder and pushed you back. It wasn’t rough, but the effortles strength behind it was enough to send me stumble back onto the mattress.

The phone was now in her grasp, her sharp eyes scanning the screen. Inspecting the strange object in her hand with curiosity but cautionly.

Good thing she doesn't know what a phone is or else. It would be a death of you. But suddenly out of nowhere her finger swipe the screen. Your jaw dropped in disbelief.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart lurching as her finger effortlessly moved across the phone, the screen responding as if she’d done it a thousand times before. How could she know how to use it? Was it instinct, or was you just that unlucky? You just remember. You underestimate how intellegent this woman is. She wasn't a warlord for nothing.

You bolted upright, a panicked boldness taking over as you reached out, desperate to snatch it back before she saw anything else.. But before your hand could even graze hers.

“Stay...” Ambessa demanded. Her arm didn’t relent; her gaze bore into you, daring you to defy her.

The word rolled off her tongue, low, smooth, and dripping with something you couldn’t quite place— a hint of seduction that hit you like a lightning bolt.

You froze mid-motion, Your outstretched hand trembling as your body betrayed me. Your knees felt weak and fall back to the bed, your heart pounding not from fear this time but in heat. A warmth bloomed in your chest, sliding lower, pooling deep in my core. You bit down on your lip hard, trying to keep it together, but it was impossible to ignore the wave of hunger rushing through you. You felt ridicolous right now. How can you be horny in this kind of situation.

How could you not? This was all you have been dreaming about for weeks. This wasn’t fear. This was something darker, deeper, something you didn’t dare name.

You felt like a rotten tomato, shame washing over you as you realized—why haven't you put you a password on your phone. How could you be so careless? Your mind raced, imagining the photos, the bookmarks, all of it laid bare for her to see.

Ambessa’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, her eyes still fixed on the glowing screen. She turned the device over in her hands, examining it with an almost childlike curiosity, though her sharp expression was anything but innocent.

“Interesting…” Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with intrigue, her thumb brushing across the smooth glass again. “What kind of object is this, child?”

Her tone sent a shiver down my spine, the word child landing somewhere between teasing and commanding, making you feel both small and utterly exposed.

You swallowed hard, unable to form a single coherent word, your body tense as her gaze flicked back to you.

Ambessa looked at you like you had been caught red-handed, guilty in your act of pleasure. You couldn’t meet her eyes. You cant, in fear all the hunger, the desperation, the crumbling restraint you barely holding together. Instead, you dropped your gaze to the sheets, heat crawling up your neck.

Shit! Your mind screamed at you.

[mxchi-mxxn]

could you do a young!caitvi fanfic or head cannon with young!reader who has Anxiety?

ICE CREAM - Young!CaitVi x Young!Reader who has anxiety

CHARACTER(S) Caitlyn Kiramman | Vi

GENRE Fluff

GENDER Fem!

RELATIONSHIP Platonic | Romantic | Neutral

PLOT y/n has a mild anxiety attack and her friends are there to comfort her

DING Order up!

ORDER FOR Anonymous

DISCLAIMER All three characters are the same or around the same age | Set in a modern AU

WARNING Nothing too serious other than y/n experiencing a mild anxiety attack | ooc CaitVi | Really fucking rushed(I’ll probably rewrite this if I feel like it)

PROOF READ yes | no

A/N My first request done! Finally! Took me so long to finish cause I kept procrastinating it since I couldn’t figure out on what to write😭😭 This was based off of one of my real life experiences lol, just changed a few things. Also, if anyone could tell me how to add multiple individual pictures, and not have Tumblr mess up the sizing on mobile, that would be wonderful cause I tried looking it up, but got nothing. I’m also working on another request, but that one’s gonna take longer cause I’m pretty sure they wanted it to be spicy, which will take longer for me to do(Requests are still open btw!)

ENJOY

WORD COUNT 359

REQUESTS open | close

y/n quietly gulps as she fidgets with her fingers. She’s currently standing a few feet away from her friends as they stand at the counter, ordering their ice creams.

Normally y/n would be up there and ordering with them, but today her anxiety’s been pretty bad today.

After a few minutes, the other two approach her, Vi handing y/n her ice cream with a smile on her face.

“Here ya’ go, Muffin.” y/n takes it, a soft smile on her face.

“Thanks, Vi.”

“No problem.”

The three of them make their way out of the ice cream parlor and towards the park. Caitlyn and Vi chatted as y/n continuously observes her surroundings, making sure not to make any eye contact with any of the strangers that walk past them.

Once at the part, the three of them make their way over to a bench and sit down on it. While the other two continue to converse, y/n still looks around. Her breathing picks up some, which draws the attention of her friends.

“You alright there?” Caitlyn asks as places a hand onto y/n’s shoulder, causing her to break out of her trance and for her breathing to calm down a bit.

y/n nods, “yeah, just my anxiety’s been pretty bad today.”

Their eyes widened some.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Vi asks, concern write on her face as she stands up and walks over to sit by y/n, “we could’ve gone back to one of our places if you wanted to.

“No, it’s fine.” y/n shakes her head, “I didn’t want to ruin our outing today.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined it.” Caitlyn says softly. “Your mental health is more important to us than our outings.”

“Yeah!” Vi chimes in, “and if you’re feeling up to it later, well, not today or tomorrow, but just whenever you’re feeling up to it, we can go out somewhere where there isn’t as many people around.”

y/n smiles at their words, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Vi says with a smile as the two of them pull y/n into a hug.

[cosmiclily]

teehee hii again - i noticed that u had a caitlyn request and omg do i have requests 🤭

im thinking ofc x fem reader, could u do like university or college?? some sorta sport element amddd here's the best bit. caitlyn after training every morning and ungodly hours goes to this coffee house and every morning, there's this cute girl barista who takes her order and it gets to the point that she has her order ready for her already. and Caitlyn is smooth and flirty and barista is like flirty but more shy. ok one more thing - they would exchange socials and like and comment on stories and posts. THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH your fics acct make my day i love youuu

💐 - some flowers

morning shift (derogatory)

✰ caitlyn x f!reader

wc: 4.8k

notes: i’ve been trying to post this for AGES, the app kept crashing and my computer wasn’t turning on 😭😭😭 how have you guys been?

Getting the morning shift and having to wake up at five in the morning was far from ideal. In fact, it was the last thing you ever wanted to do. Dragging yourself out of bed, forcing yourself into the shower, and getting dressed while barely conscious was pure torture. You didn’t just feel like a zombie—you looked like one too.

But all of that became worth it the moment she walked into the coffee shop.

A goddess in tiny training shorts, a jacket so tight it perfectly accentuated her waist, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Every morning, like clockwork, she’d rush in, order her stupid green juice and iced americano, and somehow make suffering through the early shift feel like a blessing.

You would take this shift for the rest of your life if it meant getting to see her.

And today, just like every other morning, Caitlyn Kiramman strolled in, hair slightly messy from her run, cheeks flushed from the cold. But what really sent a jolt through your sleep-deprived body was the way her lips curled into a teasing smile as she approached the counter.

“Good morning,” she said, leaning against the counter ever so slightly. “The usual, please. And maybe… a smile from my favorite barista?”

You nearly choked on your own breath.

A smile? From her favorite barista?

You scrambled to plaster the biggest, most natural-looking smile on your face (which, given the ungodly hour, wasn't easy). “Of course,” you said smoothly, ignoring how your heart was now hammering in your chest. “That’ll cost you extra, though.”

Caitlyn chuckled, handing over her money, her fingers brushing against yours for a second too long to be an accident. “Worth it.”

She took a seat at her usual table, and as she walked away, you shamelessly let your eyes trail after her, taking in the way those tiny shorts hugged her ass perfectly.

“You should just give her your number, you know?” your coworker commented, picking up a cup beside you. “She comes in every day, flirts with you, and you just stand there grinning like an idiot. Write your number on her cup. Do something.It’s getting a little pathetic.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you started preparing her drink. “Caitlyn Kiramman is way out of my league. I’m nothing but a mere mortal in her goddess realm.”

Your coworker snorted. “Okay, poet, but have you considered that maybe—just maybe—she likes her coffee a little more than usual because of the person making it?”

That made you pause for a split second before you shook it off. No way. There was no chance in hell that Caitlyn Kiramman—beautiful, confident, rich Caitlyn Kiramman—would ever look twice at you.

So, as always, you just wrote one of your cheesy pickup lines on her cup, adding a little smiley face next to it, and went on with your day like it didn’t mean anything.

You went to class, dozed off between lectures, ate lunch half-aware of your surroundings, and then finally made your way home, exhausted. But even as you lay in bed, you couldn’t stop yourself from replaying your morning interaction with Caitlyn. The way her fingers had brushed against yours, the way she smiled when she read your note—was it just your sleep-deprived brain making things up, or was there something there?

The next morning, there you were again. Five a.m., standing under the shower, letting the warm water run over you as you took the slowest shower of your life. Your mind was occupied with one thing and one thing only—what line you were going to scribble on Caitlyn’s cup today. And, if you were being completely honest, a tiny part of you was also daydreaming about what outfit she’d be wearing.

Would it be the black shorts today? Or maybe the navy blue ones that hugged her just right? Would she zip up her jacket, or would you get a glimpse of the tight sports bra underneath?

You shook your head, forcing yourself back to reality and going to work. You need help.

For some unknown reason, you felt extra antsy today. Your stomach was fluttering in a way that had nothing to do with hunger, and the anticipation was getting to you. So when the clock hit 6:45, you automatically started making Caitlyn’s drinks, your hands moving on autopilot. You blended her green juice, strained it, and set up the coffee to brew, wondering if today she would actually stick to her usual order or throw you off by asking for something different.

“What are you doing?” your coworker asked, staring at you like you had lost your mind. The coffee shop was empty, the lights still dim, and not a single customer had walked in yet.

“Making Caitlyn’s drinks” you replied simply.

They frowned. “Uh… there’s no one in line.”

“She comes in at seven sharp every morning,” you explained casually, still focused on your task. “It takes me 10 minutes to blend and strain her juice and for the coffee to finish brewing. That leaves me with five minutes to think of something to write and cup her drinks so they’re still fresh.”

You said it like it was nothing. Like it was a perfectly logical, totally normal thing to be this dedicated to one customer’s order.

Your coworker just stared at you for a long moment before sighing, shaking their head. “You’re crazy, you know that, right?”

You shrugged, pouring the freshly brewed coffee into a cup. “If this is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.”

They snorted, rolling their eyes. “Alright, Romeo, at this point, you might as well just ask her out.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Yeah, right.”

But then, at exactly 7 a.m., there she was.

Earbuds in, navy blue jacket, black shorts, high ponytail—looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine. She had that effortless kind of beauty, the kind that made the world slow down for a second, the kind that made you forget how exhausted you were.

You barely had time to compose yourself before she was standing in front of the register, and you forced your brain to function.

“Good morning, the usual?” you asked, maybe a little too eagerly, but could anyone blame you?

Caitlyn pulled out her earbuds, flashing you that smile that had you questioning every life decision you had ever made. “Certainly a good morning now that I saw you.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Did she—did she just say—?

“And yes, please, the usual,” she added casually, as if she hadn’t just dropped that line like it was nothing.

You scrambled to punch in her order, hoping she didn’t notice the heat creeping up your neck. “Right—yeah, coming right up.”

As you handed her the cups, her fingers brushed against yours again, and this time, you swore she did it on purpose. She glanced at the side of the cup, reading the little note you had scribbled there:

Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.

A soft chuckle left her lips, and she shook her head, amused. “This one was bad.”

You grinned. “But did it work?”

She looked up at you, something playful in her gaze. “Maybe.”

And with that, she took her drinks and walked to her usual table, leaving you standing there, gripping the register like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Your coworker, who had been watching the entire interaction with barely concealed amusement, leaned in. “So, uh… still think she’s out of your league?”

You swallowed hard, eyes still on Caitlyn as she sipped her coffee, her lips curled into a smirk.

Yeah. You were so screwed.

──────────────────────

On a random Thursday night, just as you were winding down and nearly ready for bed, your phone pinged with a notification.

@CKiramman followed you.

You stared at your screen like it had just grown a second head.

For a moment, you thought you were seeing things. Maybe your sleep-deprived brain was playing tricks on you. But no—the notification was real. You picked up your phone, unlocked it, and there it was. Caitlyn Kiramman had actually followed you on Instagram.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you clicked on her profile. Her account wasn’t private, which meant you could see everything—pictures from her morning runs, candid shots of her with friends, a few elegant photos from what looked like fancy Galas (because, of course, she was that kind of rich), and even a couple of casual selfies. You scrolled down absently, then snapped yourself out of it.

Focus.

Had she searched for you? Did she somehow already know your name? Or—your stomach flipped—had she actually been interested enough to ask someone?

Before you could spiral too much, another notification popped up.

@CKiramman liked your photo.

And not just any photo.

One from three months ago.

Your eyes widened. Oh, she scrolled.

Your mind raced. Should you message her? Follow her back? Ignore it and pretend you weren’t currently gripping your phone like your life depended on it?

Before you could decide, another message appeared.

Caitlyn Kiramman: So, are you ever going to give me your number, or do I have to keep deciphering bad pickup lines on my coffee cups?

Your mouth fell open.

Holy. Shit.

You stared at the message, your brain short-circuiting.

Caitlyn Kiramman had followed you, stalked your profile, liked an old photo, and now she was flirting with you in your messages.

What alternate universe had you fallen into?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but every possible response sounded either too eager or too indifferent. You needed something cool, something casual—something that didn’t scream I’ve been lowkey in love with you since the first time you walked into my coffee shop in tiny shorts.

After what felt like an eternity (but was actually 37 seconds, not that you were counting), you finally typed back:

You: You decipher them? I thought you just rolled your eyes and ignored my genius.

The little “typing” bubble appeared almost instantly.

Caitlyn Kiramman: Oh, don’t get me wrong. Some of them are truly awful. But they’re entertaining.

You grinned.

You: That bad, huh? Should I start charging extra for the comedy?

Caitlyn Kiramman: I think you’ve already overcharged me. Every morning I walk in expecting just coffee, and instead, I leave with a new terrible joke and a distraction for the rest of the day.

Your heart did an actual flip.

You stared at her message, rereading it at least five times before you processed what she was saying. A distraction for the rest of the day? Was she serious? Was she just teasing? Was Caitlyn Kiramman really implying that she thought about youafter she left?

Before you could think too hard about it, another message popped up.

Caitlyn Kiramman: So? Are you going to give me your number, or do I have to find another way to keep myself entertained?

You exhaled sharply, fingers shaking slightly as you typed back:

You: Wouldn’t want you to suffer without my daily wisdom. (xxx-xxx-xxxx) Use it wisely.

Within seconds, another notification popped up.

Unknown Number: Now I can finally place my coffee orders in advance.

Unknown Number: Also, I might use it for other things.

You swallowed hard, rereading her message.

Other things.

Yeah. You were so screwed. And maybe just a little bit in love.

──────────────────────

To say you spent the whole night texting Caitlyn would be an understatement. The conversation flowed effortlessly, jumping from topic to topic until you realized it was waaaay past your bed time. She told you about her upcoming track competition, and somewhere in the middle of it, she casually invited you to come cheer her on. (Which, obviously, you accepted before she even finished asking.)

By the time morning rolled around, you were running on fumes—more tired than usual, but weirdly, it didn’t matter. Because today, you weren’t just going to see Caitlyn from behind the coffee counter. You were actually going to talk to her and that alone had your energy levels shooting up to a hundred.

So, naturally, you got extra ready.

You actually took your time in the mirror, making sure you looked good. Not that Caitlyn had ever seen you at your best before (you were always half-dead on your morning shifts), but today was different. Today, you wanted to impress her.

And apparently, it showed.

“Okay, where’s the event?” your coworker asked the second you clocked in, giving you a once-over. “And why do you look nice today?”

“Oh, nothing…” you said, trying to sound casual as you adjusted your apron. “Just, you know… Caitlyn Kiramman not only followed me, stalked my profile, liked a picture from three months ago, but also slid into my DMs… and I gave her my number.”

Your coworker froze.

Then, in the most dramatic way possible, they grabbed your shoulders and shook you. “WHAT?”

You laughed, swatting them away. “I’m serious.”

They gawked at you. “You mean Caitlyn Kiramman—the woman you’ve been hopelessly crushing on for months—the actual goddess who walks in here every morning—is now texting you?”

“Yep.”

“And flirting with you?”

“Seems like it.”

They stared at you for another second before groaning. “Oh my God. I take back everything I said. You’re not pathetic. You’re a legend.”

You smirked, grabbing a cup as you started prepping Caitlyn’s usual drinks. “Glad you finally see it.”

Your coworker sighed dramatically. “You better not mess this up.”

“I have no plans to, thank you very much.”

But then… 7 a.m. hit. And Caitlyn didn’t show up.

7:10. Nothing.

7:30. Still nothing.

Your excitement started to deflate just a little. You glanced at the door between customers, waiting for that familiar navy blue high ponytail to appear, but the minutes kept ticking by, and your carefully prepared drinks were sitting there untouched.

By 7:40, the juice had turned an unsettling shade of green, and the ice in the Americano had completely melted. With a sigh, you had no choice but to dump them out.

Just as you were starting to wonder if maybe last night had been some weird dream, at exactly 7:46, she rushed in.

Cheeks flushed, hair slightly messy, breathing a little heavier—Caitlyn Kiramman looked… flustered.

And God, if that wasn’t the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

The line was long—the morning rush just starting—so she had to wait her turn, and when she finally reached the front, she immediately leaned in, looking at you with something close to guilt.

“I’m so sorry,” she blurted out, shaking her head at herself. “I overslept for the first time in my life. Which, by the way, is very unusual for me.”

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a grin. “You? Oversleeping? That is unusual.”

She groaned, covering her face for a second before peeking at you through her fingers. “I know. And I feel terrible. 7 a.m. is our unofficial meeting time, and I—” She stopped mid-sentence, realizing what she just said. Her eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip.

Your smirk grew. “Oh? Our unofficial meeting time?”

Caitlyn blinked. Then, instead of backtracking, she straightened her posture, tilting her head slightly. “Yes,” she said, completely serious. “Our meeting time. And I broke it. Which means I need to make it up to you somehow.”

You leaned on the counter, amused. “Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?”

She hummed, pretending to think about it before giving you a small smirk. “Well, for starters… I’ll let you pick my drink today.”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I don’t think I want the usual,” she said casually, resting her elbows on the counter. “What do you recommend? I want to try something new.”

You stared at her for a second. Caitlyn had been ordering the same thing every morning since the day you met her. Now she was just… trusting you to pick something for her?

“Oh wow,” you said, placing a hand on your chest mockingly. “This is a big responsibility. What if I mess it up?”

She grinned. “Then I guess I’ll just have to punish you.”

You choked on your own saliva.

Caitlyn laughed, absolutely delighted by your reaction. “Relax,” she teased, her voice dropping just a little lower. “I just meant I’d make you remake it if it’s terrible.”

You swallowed hard, regaining whatever composure you had left. “Right. Of course. That’s what you meant.”

She winked. “Obviously.”

──────────────────────

After that, your routine changed.

At exactly 7 a.m., Caitlyn would walk in, looking effortlessly gorgeous, and instead of ordering her usual, she’d lean on the counter and ask, “What’s on the menu today?”

And every morning, you’d surprise her with something new. A different coffee, a new kind of tea, a random experimental drink that sometimes turned out great and sometimes… not so much. (She still drank them, though—grinning at you over the rim of her cup like she secretly enjoyed watching you squirm.)

You spent as much time talking as the morning rush allowed, stealing moments between customers, exchanging teasing glances, and sharing stories that made the mundane mornings feel electric.

And then there were the texts.

At first, they were casual—updates on her day, comments on whatever drink you’d made for her, the occasional complaint about a professor or a late-night craving for coffee. But soon, they became… constant.

Messages during lunch. During her breaks. Late at night when you were both too stubborn to sleep.

You talked about everything.

Her childhood. Your family. Her ridiculous rich-person hobbies (which, yes, included knowing how to shoot, for some bizarre reason). The names of her childhood dogs. The fact that she still slept with a ridiculous amount of pillows.

There were no awkward pauses, no forced conversations. Just endless back-and-forth banter, teasing, and something elselingering between the words that neither of you addressed.

Until one night, when your phone buzzed with a notification:

Cait 💙: So, when are you going to ask me out on a proper date? Or do I have to do everything in this relationship?

You blinked.

Stared.

Read it again.

You: Relationship?

The little typing bubble appeared instantly.

Cait 💙: Oh, my bad. Did you think all this was just friendly customer service?

You gawked at your screen.

Was she serious? Was she just teasing? Was this a test?

You: I mean… technically, I do give excellent customer service.

Cait 💙: Uh-huh. And do you text all your customers at midnight?

You: Only the pretty ones.

You hesitated for half a second before hitting send.

And then, before you could panic about that message, she replied:

Cait 💙: So just me, then.

You: Yeah. Just you.

The typing bubble appeared again.

Then it stopped.

Then it started again.

Your heart was practically in your throat.

Cait 💙: Friday. 8 p.m. I’m picking you up. Wear something cute.

──────────────────────

You could not wait for Friday.

And, apparently, the universe had something against you, because the week felt twice as long as usual.

Every hour dragged. Every class felt like a never-ending lecture. Every shift at work felt excruciatingly slow, even with Caitlyn still dropping by at 7 a.m. sharp, flashing you that smug little smirk like she knew you were impatiently counting down the days.

By Friday afternoon, you had done everything you could possibly do to make time pass faster.

Assignments? Finished.

Room? Spotless.

Laundry? Folded.

At one point, you even considered reorganizing your entire closet just to keep yourself busy. But no matter what you did, 8 p.m. refused to get any closer.

You were convinced that if given a few more hours, you could probably find the cure for cancer before the time for your date actually arrived.

You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Maybe you needed to redo your hair. Or change outfits. You thought you looked good, but what if the lighting in your room had deceived you?

You rushed to the mirror, checking yourself for the tenth time. You turned to the side, then to the other, scrutinizing every detail.

Your outfit was good. Really good. You had picked something that made you feel confident, something that you knew Caitlyn would like. (Not that you had memorized her favorite colors or anything. That would be insane. Definitely not something you had done.)

Your hair? Also fine. Your face? Fine.

So why the hell did you feel like a mess?

You groaned, flopping onto your back dramatically. “I’m gonna die before 8 p.m.,” you mumbled to no one in particular.

Your phone buzzed.

You launched yourself up, grabbing it instantly.

Cait 💙: Excited?

You bit your lip, debating how to answer. Be cool. Be casual. Don’t let her know you’ve been losing your mind all day.

You: Meh. It’s just a date. Not like I’ve been counting down the minutes or anything.

Cait 💙: You’re terrible at lying.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

You: Am not.

Cait 💙: Mhm. Keep telling yourself that.

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself.

Cait 💙: I’ll be there in 30. Be ready, sweetheart.

Suddenly, your heart was pounding.

Oh. Oh, shit.

This was real.

You were going on a date with Caitlyn tonight.

─────���────────────────

Caitlyn picked you up in a sleek, undeniably fancy car. You had no idea what kind it was—cars weren’t exactly your thing—but it looked expensive and smelled like it had never known a day of spilled coffee or fast food wrappers.

But the car was the last thing on your mind.

Because Caitlyn? Caitlyn looked gorgeous.

Her usual high ponytail was gone, replaced with loose waves that framed her face perfectly. She wore a crisp white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to show off her forearms, paired with tailored black slacks and shiny loafers that somehow made her legs look even longer. She was all elegance and confidence—and yet, when she smiled at you, there was still that warmth, that sparkle that made your chest flutter.

“You look… wow,” you said as you slid into the passenger seat, your voice almost caught in your throat.

Caitlyn glanced at you, lips tugging into a knowing smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

You laughed softly, your nerves settling a little as the car pulled smoothly out of your driveway. “Is this where you tell me we’re going somewhere casual and I’m overdressed?”

She grinned. “Nope. I figured we could both use a night out somewhere a little extra.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” you said, glancing over at her again. “You’re dangerously close to making me forget how to form coherent sentences.”

She smirked, eyes still on the road. “That’s the goal.”

You turned to the window, smiling like an idiot, cheeks burning just a little. How was this your life right now?

“How was your day?” Caitlyn asked after a moment, her voice softer now, more intimate—like the initial flirty spark had melted into something quieter and warmer.

You told her about your shift, your overly nosy coworker, and the old lady who insisted that oat milk was a government conspiracy meant to destroy traditional dairy farming. Caitlyn laughed, the sound bubbling out of her so naturally, like she was genuinely enjoying every second with you. And maybe she was.

The conversation flowed effortlessly on the drive to the restaurant—Caitlyn had finally caved and told you where you were going after a little playful prodding—and when you arrived, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

The place was fancy. Not just candlelight-and-linen-napkins fancy, but the kind of fancy where the valet wore white gloves, and the front of the menu didn’t even have prices.

You stepped out of the car slowly, glancing up at the glowing sign and the perfectly manicured entryway. Suddenly, the outfit you had spent hours choosing didn’t feel like quite enough. You smoothed your hands over your clothes and swallowed hard, a flicker of anxiety settling in your chest.

You knew Caitlyn had money. That was never a mystery—everything about her practically whispered old money and prestige. But standing outside this restaurant, with her looking like she’d walked out of a fashion editorial and you feeling like you didn’t quite belong, you couldn’t help the quiet question that crept into your mind:

What does she even see in me?

Caitlyn stepped beside you, noticing the way you hesitated. She gently touched your hand, her fingers brushing yours. “Hey,” she said, catching your eye. “You okay?”

You nodded a little too quickly. “Yeah, just… wasn’t expecting a place like this.”

She tilted her head, her expression softening. “I wanted to take you somewhere special. Not to impress you—just… because I think you deserve something special.”

You blinked at her, your heart doing something traitorous in your chest.

“And for the record,” she added, leaning in just slightly, like she was reading your mind, “you belong exactly here. With me.”

──────────────────────

After that first moment of insecurity, everything fell into place. It didn’t matter that you weren’t used to places like this. It didn’t matter that you felt underdressed or that you had to quietly Google a few words on the menu under the table. None of it mattered, because Caitlyn made you feel welcome—seen. Like you belonged not just at her table, but with her.

She didn’t look at you like you were out of place. She looked at you like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. Every smile, every glance, every gentle brush of her hand across yours grounded you. And with her, this fancy restaurant didn’t feel so intimidating anymore—it felt like a memory you’d want to replay a hundred times.

“So,” Caitlyn said, casually sipping her wine, “I have a track competition coming up—I think I told you about it?”

You nodded, already smiling. “Yeah, you mentioned it.”

“Well, I’d really like you to come,” she said, her voice a little more tentative, like the invitation mattered more than she wanted to admit.

“Oh, I’ll definitely be there,” you grinned. “Front row. With a giant glittery sign that says ‘#1 Caitlyn Fan.’ Maybe I’ll even wear a matching tracksuit.”

She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Please do. I want pictures.”

“Careful what you wish for,” you teased. “I’m not above going full cheerleader mode.”

She raised an eyebrow, a playful spark in her eyes. “Now that’s something I need to see.”

You leaned in slightly, resting your elbow on the table and tilting your head. “Oh yeah? You fantasize about me in a crop top and pom-poms, Kiramman?”

Caitlyn didn’t miss a beat. “Only every night.”

You nearly choked on your drink, laughter spilling from your lips as she smirked. “You’re dangerous.”

“I’ve been told,” she replied, her voice dropping just enough to make your heart skip. “But you seem brave.”

You stared at her, all trace of joking fading for a beat. Warmth settled in your chest, creeping up your neck. She was looking at you in that way again—the kind that made everything else disappear.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you whispered before your brain could stop your mouth.

Caitlyn’s smile softened. “So are you,” she said, her voice low and honest.

The air between the two of you shifted instantly, thick with something unspoken. Your heart thudded in your chest as warmth crept up your neck, your cheeks flushed—you didn’t know if it was the wine or just the effect of being near Caitlyn.

Then you felt it—her foot slowly sliding up your leg under the table, smooth and deliberate, and your breath caught in your throat. You practically melted in your seat, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the table for composure.

Caitlyn was still watching you, eyes darker now, pupils slightly dilated. There was something unreadable in her gaze, something electric.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked, her voice no louder than a whisper, but heavy with suggestion.

You swallowed hard, pulse pounding, every nerve ending alive. “Yes,” you breathed. “God, yes.”

She didn’t smile this time—not in the usual teasing way—but there was a curve to her lips that told you she’d been waiting for that answer.

The ride back to her place was quiet but charged, your fingers brushing on the gearshift, the tension between you stretching tighter with every passing second. The moment her door closed behind the two of you, it snapped.

She stepped forward, cupped your face with both hands, and kissed you like she’d been holding back all night. There was nothing hesitant now—just heat and hands and the thrum of something real blooming between you.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, her forehead rested against yours again.

“Still think you don’t belong in my world?” she whispered, her thumb brushing across your lips.

You shook your head, smiling against her touch. “I think I might be exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

──────────────────────

masterlist

[unluckiestmember]

hey!! i saw how you were writing for steb on ur requests and i was wondering if you could write something along the lines of our quiet enforcer absolutely smitten with enforcer reader who is his polar opposite (loud and isn’t afraid to speak her mind). Hope to see more of him in Arcane cause i’m so in love with him ✋🏼😭

i hope that is ok and hope you’re faring well i really enjoy reading the head canons you post

Coming right up!

Steb X Polar Opposite Enforcer! Reader

Characters: Steb

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I'm not gonna lie, the lack of Steb, Madelyn and Loris is making this girl see red. As a fan though, I'll satiate our thirst for the fishman, the ginger and the big ox.

When Steb first met you, he had to admit. He thought you were kind of annoying.

He had never met someone who was so outspoken about. Well. Everything.

Of course he was used to the cheerful open mind of Maddie and the loud stubbornness of Violet, but you? Boy, you were different.

Not negatively stubborn, thank the gods, but you were a ball of energy he just couldn’t find himself grasping upon.

Of course he worked with you and kept cordial, even when you tried to speak to him.

But deep down it was becoming a problem so large he would discuss with Caitlyn about switching shifts or embarking on missions without your presence.

Steb couldn’t stand you at first… But that’s the thing about time. It has a way of changing people.

With time and missions where the both of you had to work together alone, the fishman found himself tolerating you.

Actually. It was more than toleration. He actually. Liked you.

Instead of moments where he was alone being perceived as the truest form of inner peace, he would find himself pondering on what you were doing.

‘Where was she right now? How was she doing? Was she being her curious usual self?’

Those thoughts and more began to swarm around his brain like an emotional hurricane that only grew the more moments passed without you.

Steb had fallen in love before. Multiple times. But not like this.

He confided in his crewmates to assist him with his emotions and they all said the same thing;

“Tell her how you feel.” “Go for it, Steb!” “She’ll love you back, I’m sure of it!”

The man was filled with nervousness and anxiety, but the pep talk from his allies and friends were strong enough to finally confess.

So he did. And he didn’t know why he was so fearful to tell you because of course you loved him back! You loved him this whole time!

Now the two of you are one of the cutest couples on the force.

A fine pair of polar opposites that many would feel wouldn’t last a week, but were the light of the enforcers unit.

You of course still keep him on his toes with your open antics.

Meanwhile, he teaches you value in the calm and peaceful moments of life.

No one’s ever seen Steb happier around the headquarters, but they have you to thank for that.

He has you to thank for that. And he’ll cherish this feeling of happiness and yourself forever.

If you got any requests for Arcane, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3