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A real interaction in counter strike i had today
#arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn#anyway#not sure how to feel abt it#bc on the one hand caitlyn is hot#on the other#i wouldng admit to that LMAO#it is a good question though#julia post
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caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader
femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you
tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k
they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.
it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.
tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).
caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.
"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.
"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."
"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."
this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.
"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.
"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."
vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"
caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.
then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.
oh, god. this is better than porn.
"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.
caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.
plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.
"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."
what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.
"is this your first time?”
"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”
oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.
“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.
"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.
caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.
"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).
"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.
caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.
vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.
"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.
you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.
"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"
you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.
you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.
“careful with her, baby.”
“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.
you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt. it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.
"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.
"you want to try?"
"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.
"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."
and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.
“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.
“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.
“god, please.”
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Imagine Vi when she gets jealous… 🤭
I’ve seen this theory on tiktok saying that Caitlyn would be the jealous type, and Vi would be the more laid back one. But idk…
Caitlyn grew up as an only child, so she was used to getting everything she wanted, and never had to share. But with Vi, she had a sibling and other people to take care of. So she’s used to sharing everything.
But imagine if her s/o were to make her jealous on purpose. I do not think she would take it too lightly 👀
Idk, what do you think?
mmMMmmm yes good for sure let's talk about it; slight to medium angst ahead (w/ slight suggestiveness at the end), don't say i didn't warn you now !!
bc i think vi would be jealous, but i think it'd be different than cait's specific brand of jealousy, right. bc i think the thing on tiktoks not wrong like, cait's always had stuff belong to her, and vi's always had to share, but like i don't think it's the sharing aspect that would get to vi, it would be like her being deeply afraid that you might leave her (haha i love PAIN). because her whole life, all she's known is loss, and her biggest fear is change, right? but like... you lose people enough times and it's hard to stop from wondering if it's you and not them :( and her insecurities would be that someone else is making you feel xyz, and not her instead
like if someone else were to buy you a drink at a bar, or tell you a joke and make you laugh, she'd get SO jealous that she's not the one doing it, or that you're not smiling at her like that, and she'd wonder if you liked that person better than her. and to a certain degree, i do think that like it would come off in the same way, like jealous gf is do be jealous. but the root of it would be different.
and no, i don't think she'd take it lightly at all if her s/o were doing it on purpose.
she'd make short work of whoever the fuck is with you, either slip an arm around your waist or just tap them on the shoulder and --
"sorry, you're just in the way of me and my girlfriend here --"
and i think it'd manifest at first as anger. bc that's how a lot of vi's feelings manifest LOL and she'd be mad and yank you behind her, pull you somewhere private, be like --
"what was that?"
"what was..." you frown, concern flashing in your eyes as you look over her face. and her expression is so tight, so guarded. it's been so long since you've seen her like this. "vi...? you know that... i wasn't serious about that... right?"
she scoffs, "yeah? seemed like you were having a pretty good time --"
"i -- i was just trying to get us some free drinks! a-and..." you chew on your lips, looking away, "i -- i thought it'd be hot to... i dunno... make you jealous..."
vi sighs, her breath thready as she runs her hands through her hair.
"god, dollface..." she sounds exhausted and wired all at once, and you can't help feeling a sharp spate of guilt twist in your gut.
"vi... i'm so sorry -- i didn't mean --"
she lets out a shaky breath, reaching forward to cup your face with both her hands, her eyes overbright and desperate.
"just... don't -- i'm --"
you curl your fingers around hers, press your cheek into the warmth of her palms.
"i'm not... i'd never leave you, vi..."
she leans forward at your words, presses her forehead against you. a soft, helpless chuckle echoes from her chest to yours.
"yeah? gonna be mine forever, cupcake?"
you laugh, nodding, even as she tugs you forward to graze your lips along hers.
"yeah -- i'm always gonna be yours, vi."
she hums against your lips, her hands trailing down to your neck, pulling you close, and then closer.
"good," she breathes, her voice dipping low as a summer sunset, and nearly just as hot, "now say it again --" she drops her lips to your neck, biting a line down the column of your throat.
you gasp, head tipping back.
"a-always... gonna be y-yours, violet --"
"mm -- again --"
"f-fuck vi -- i'm -- yours -- n-ngh!" she'd look up at you from where she's dropped to her knees in front of you, watching you with those big, baby blue eyes of hers.
she'd flash you a tiny smile that tells you you're forgiven, if only a bit, but the way she nips at your skin just a bit harder than usual and jerks down your pants tells you that she's still feeling vindictive and that you're really, really in for it tonight.
"again," she says, her voice hoarse.
"'m yours, violet -- hah... please..."
your head tips back as her fingers dig into the plush of your thighs and forces them apart.
"again."
#⛈ monsoon season#♨ steamy#woof thinking about that really actually kinda hurt me :( sldkfjsd but i hope the ?? not rly smut makes up for it at the end?#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi smut#arcane smut#arcane vi smut#vi arcane smut#vi arcane x reader#arcane vi x reader#vi x you#arcane x you#wlw writing#wlw smut#lesbian#dude sometimes if i think about vi too hard i get sad#it's why i write so many fics for her LOL i just want her to be happy#LOOK LISTEN I RESPCT THE ANGST GAME I REALLY REALLY DO#i think i could write angst for some of my other favs bUT NOT FOR VI SHES SUFFERED ENOUGH#that one meme of 'someone will see a fictional character and say i will write you one hundred happy endings' thats literally me#vi's not allowed to hurt in my fics so sorry that's just not who i am LOL#arcane
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Arcane Hot Takes
1. The hate on Jayce is mostly for no reason. He was a good guy, genuinely nice and with no toxic masculinity. He never created Hextec to be a weapon or to destroy the world. And only got really mad when Jinx stole his creation and honestly? He had the right to be mad at that. He ain't perfect, he made mistakes but c'mon guys.
2. If you hate on s2 Caitlyn but idolize Silco, you're a hypocrite. The difference is that Caitlyn did all blinded by grief while Silco did blinded by the thirst for power
And speaking of Silco…No, he is not this revolutionary man some of the fandom make him out to be. He was a Mafia boss who filled the streets with drugs, divided and weakened his own community and even used child work in his factories. Yeah, he was not some Che Guevara freedom fighter. All he had was beautiful speeches abt it.
And also not this perfect father figure for Jinx, as he kept filling her paranoias and manipulating her
3. The writers made a miracle managing to end the show in a nice way, but the truth is that Arcane needed at least one more season to be perfect.
In s2 they rely too much on characters' micro expressions and subtext. Which is not a bad thing at all, but in a first view a lot of things get missed
I already saw s2 three times, so if you think things were poorly explained, try to watch a second time. Better, binge s1 and s2 and I guarantee that a lot of stuff you think was outta nowhere, will make sense.
4. Caitlyn had the best character arc in season 2. Experiencing the phases of grief, getting radicalized and manipulated, opening her eyes and realizing what she was doing, a subtle yet important redemption.
And I Say "subtle" bc even if for me it was obvious, I know for a lot of people, it wasn't.
Also, the haters don't want her to recognize what she did wrong bc she already did, just not with those on the nose dialogues. The haters wanted her to be punished, which she also was. Girl was stabbed in the abdomen, betrayed by her right hand, was almost executed in front of her men, got beat up with a knife still in her abdomen and lost an eye. Yeah, I think she was punished enough and if you wanted more, just admit that you are a bit sadistic and move on
5. Arcane is fiction. Sure, it takes insp in real life problems but is still fiction. Its cool to be able to recognize the themes but project our world problems, anger and frustration towards the characters is stupid and makes you miss a lot of good stuff in the show. If you act radical abt the show, you don't have the right to judge someone that goes radical after losing her mom to a terrorist attack.
It doesn't matter if her mother was rich or something. In fact, Cassandra was one of the few council members, maybe the only one, who actually did something good for the Zaunites as she was the one that created those air filters for people in Zaun, the workers, be able to breathe without getting cancer or smt.
Yes, I know it's the bare minimum but she was the only one doing something. Heimerdinger in his 200y never did something like that and only tried to help Zaun when he was expelled from the council.
6. Vi didn know Jinx was wanting to off herself. Jinx already tricked her a couple times before and “breaking the circle” , from Vi’s pov could mean a lot of things. From offing herself to explode things again. She doesn't watch Arcane guys, she doesn't know Jinx as well as we do.
7. Having Zaunites helping Piltover in the battle wasn't lazy writing or disrespectful. It was literally about the fate of their world, y'all thing Ambessa and Viktor would stop with just Piltover? Who y'all think would be the next target?
They also used the enforcers uniform because it is a tactical one, useful in a situation like a battle. I can hate on the police all I want but in a situation like that, I would rather go to battle with that stupid uniform and bullet proof vest than go on a simple tank top, jeans and converse.
And this shows how better the Zaunites are compared to Piltover and it's enforcers. They were willing to shallow their hate, their pride and help their oppressors for the greater good. That's a good heart, maturity and emotional intelligence.
#Arcane#caitvi#vi arcane#jinx arcane#silco arcane#caitlyn kiramman#jayce talis#jayce arcane#ambessa medarda#viktor arcane
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I'm obsessed with Arcane so here some headcanons:
HAVE SPOILERS PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WATCH YET
Jinx->
Jinx is sensive and a little afraid of touch, the ones who can touch her without worry are Ekko and Violet
Still don't like Caitlyn, but feel bad for it because she don't want to fight with the woman her sister love
Her hearing ability is getting lower because of her explosives and she's afraid of turn deaf
Is the best hairdresser of all Zaun, but almost no one trust in her with a scissor
Never feelt romantic feelings before Ekko
Is demi-romantic and also bissexual
Sees Sevika like a badass auntie but never will admit it bc she's shy of it
Is a door with people, don't even can notice if a smile is real or nervous if she don't know the person REALLY well
Have nightmares with loosing everyone again
Want's really bad being in a relationship with Ekko, but know that she can't stuck him with her
Starts to taking notes of future projects instead of try to remember all
Still using Firelights and friends simbols in her clothes
Her passive active when she sneeze.
Caitlyn->
She spends time doing maps of the air pipes and planning to do more for help Zaun
Receive a hard scold from Ekko after they talk about what happen
Don't like to sleep with blankets because her body is always too hot
Barely eat in her normal days, but really don't eat when she is working and Vi needs to bring her food
Ironically is alergic of flowers except violets
Total cat person
Keep and care of Jinx little monkey head, but don't let Vi or Ekko see it
Become a close friend of Ekko and most part of the Firelights
Always take care of Vi after a battle or just a bad day
Go sleep so late that sometimes the sun is rising, some days Vi literally takes her at the room in her shoulders
Still being a shooter even having just one eye because she refuses to rest and change her ocupation
She makes draws with a Moongose, a Oil thing and a Raccon. Guess why?
Violet->
Still crying about Jinx dead, but never in front Caitlyn because she's tired of the conversations
See Ekko like a little brother and accidentally calls him Powder a couple of times
Thinks of get out of Piltover and go look for Jinx, but she can't leave her unique garantee family behind
Visits Vander's secret local when she needs space and never talk about it with Caitlyn
Have dreams where Jinx and her can live a normal and happy life
Have chronic pain in both hands for carrying a lot of weight and fight
Have anger problems, but it just reflects on her
Don't really like kids, but they love her for some reason
Have a bad relationship with Caitlyn's dad
Start to learn how to use a gun, Cait thinks it's because of her, but it's to remember her sister
I THINK I will keep this tomorrow or in this week, welp good night! Have a good sleep!
#vi arcane#ekko arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane#jinx#caitlyn kiramman#vi x caitlyn#timebomb#headcannons#headcanon
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i really enjoyed the back and forth that cait and vi had where she asks her whether she’s been to university. i think they’re two people that match each other’s energy so well and truly understand each other even when they were just getting to know each other.
so maybe a prompt where they have their first big fight that they haven’t been able to work through like they usually do and jinx is the bridge that connects them both and helps them see where the other is coming from? i love reading about jinx’s relationship with the two of them and how she still struggles with thoughts of letting vi go to be loved by cait too.
[jinx the mvp, 10/10 little sister. lots of u wanted some more jinx interacting with cait / vi + cait which like same! additionally, p obviously hints at autistic cait bc 10/10 also. their argument is truly so dumb but hard relate lol]
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tense is an understatement, but, you swear, it's totally not your fault.
or, at least, you're mostly sure: you had a full day of classes, and then your lab work study, and you made out a little and then napped in ekko's dorm. you didn't sleep over because vi had told you that caitlyn was going to come over tonight, and, despite her being annoying and prissy and the two of them sometimes having sex loud enough you could hear it through the wall, she does always bring you the best takeout from all of your favorite restaurants, orders way more than you could afford. it was, definitely, a necessary bribe the first few times, but it's been almost half a year of cait and vi, so you've accepted your fate now; she doesn't need to know that, though, because it's fucking boiling outside and you can't wait for the fancy greek salad and fresh squeezed lemonade you know will be sitting in the fridge for you.
you expect to walk in to the two of them canoodling on the couch or some other gay activity like scrabble (vi is a horrible speller, so it's kind of pathetic, in your opinion, that she lets caitlyn suggest it and agrees every time) or watching killing eve for the bazillionth time (less pathetic, and much hotter, but still) or carefully compiling all of the gear you need for your climbing trip over the weekend (the best overall option, because, obviously, but it's still too devoted for your liking).
instead, when you open the door and go through your daily routine of flinging all of your stuff all over the entryway that vi insistently keeps spotless, just like the rest of the apartment other than your room, and yell honey, i'm home!, you're met with stony silence, and then a stressed, 'hey,' from vi, slumped over at the kitchen island, glumly sitting on a bar stool with her chin in her hand.
'uh, hello.' you rummage around in the fridge and easily find, just like you dreamed, your salad and lemonade, and there's even some baklava left out on the counter — more than one portion, and you kind of know, already, that things had really nosedived. you sit down next to vi. 'sooooooo... where's our esteemed dr. kiramman?'
vi sighs, totally put out. '"taking a walk,"' complete with air quotes.
you hmm around a bite of mostly feta, perfect in your book. 'first fight?'
vi pinches the bridge of her nose; her shoulders and jaw are set in a way that you recognize from your entire life watching her try not to cry.
'okay, well, what did you do that was wrong, and what did she do that was wrong?' vi turns to you, all of the anger seeping out of her glare when you hold up your hands in defeat. 'i mean, it's usually a two way street, right?'
'you've gone to way too much therapy.'
you laugh, and it gets vi to crack a smile. the reality is that you're going to be on a bunch of medications and in psychiatric care, hopefully outpatient, for the rest of your life, but, honestly, you're basically killing it: you're hot, brilliant, and haven't had any delusions or psychotic episodes in well over a year — total triple threat.
you nudge vi in the shoulder. 'so what happened?'
'i don't even know,' she laments, genuinely dramatic. 'we were having dinner, and things were fine, i was telling her about one of the calls i went on today, and then she just, i don't know. started acting really short with me, and irritated for no reason, and it just... spiraled, i guess. we were both frustrated, and i was unkind, and she cried, and then she said she needed to take a walk.'
you finish chewing your bite. 'well, that doesn't sound, like, horrible. and, no offense, i'm sure she had a reason.'
vi picks at the mostly-healed scab on one of her knuckles. 'i have so many shortcomings, compared to her.'
you roll your eyes. 'you're the best person i know. i will deny it until the day i die, but you are, vi.' sometimes, you still want to keep vi all to yourself, but she's been happier these past six months than you've ever seen her. 'you know that's not what i meant.'
'whatever.'
'look, i'm sure it's more than just you.' caitlyn is, overall, a fairly patient person, and she's been gentle to your sister in the most important ways.
'you just said it was because of me.'
you groan. 'this is why you got in a fight. did you have a bad day too?'
the scab on her knuckle comes off and the cut underneath starts to bleed; vi presses her thumb into it. you hand her a napkin instead, waiting patiently until she takes it. maybe your petulance was an inherited trait, you think. 'i couldn't get someone's pet out in time. a cat; i just couldn't find it, and, i don't know. it's my job, and i did all i could, and i got yelled at for staying inside too long, and i'm just —' tears well at her eyes, and she's always been so soft — 'i'm so tired. i didn't want to have a fight.'
shushing her with platitudes would never go well, but you've grown to understand that vi missed five years of gentle touch, probably when she needed it the most. it's not often you get to take care of her, but you're thankful you can help now, at least a little. she leans into your hug and cries into your shoulder, and you just let her. 'you gotta stop staying in burning buildings too long, you know. scares the shit out of me.'
'i know,' vi mumbles into your shoulder. 'i don't — i don't mean to. scare you, at least.'
'well, maybe cait was scared. maybe, she didn't express it well.'
'that... could be part of it,' vi admits, perking up a little: that's not insurmountable.
'it's good, you know, that she took a walk. great coping skill, grounding through bilateral movement.' vi stares at you blankly, although it's just an act because she's been to years of your therapy with you and knows exactly what to do when you're having a hard time. you personally haven't talked to caitlyn outright about details, either, but you're sure vi has and you're definitely not unaware: caitlyn stims, like, all the time, in subtle ways but ones you recognize, and she hates eggs because of their texture, and you've watched her have little mini meltdowns over crags being crowded, or traffic being worse than it showed on the map; just last week when vi got her annual "summer haircut" without telling caitlyn first she'd excused herself for a moment to, you're pretty sure, cry in the bathroom — nothing to do with control, only needing more processing time and space to adjust to change. 'i'm sure her brain gets overwhelmed sometimes, too. big emotions, and being tired, and eating noises? nightmare blunt rotation, for me at least.'
vi thinks about it for a moment, and then she, thankfully, laughs. 'you wouldn't last a day in prison.'
'so true,' you say, and you don't let the grief eat at you, not right now. 'but you did, and you should eat your baklava before she comes back.'
vi looks at the dessert, a little stressed, but you just shrug and offer her a small fork from the drawer.
'i'm going to my room to eavesdrop.' you grin and put your share on a small plate. 'if you need me to cause a commotion, we can have a code word. i have plenty of things going on that would explode safely.'
'not too words that i feel confident in as a pairing.'
'thinking of the security deposit. very wise.'
it has its intended effect: vi snorts a laugh and takes a small bite, pleased at the honey and pasty and pistachio.
you squeeze her shoulder. 'love you, sis.'
she puts her hand on top of yours: always bigger, always stronger and steadier, always gentler. 'love you too.'
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you do listen to them, whatever, once cait comes back. she apologizes, and then vi apologizes, and you live text the entire thing to ekko because otherwise it'd probably be too sappy to endure. they get at the heart of it pretty quick, mostly thanks to your advice to vi, thank you very much. apparently, caitlyn felt overstimulated from a few long work days with way too much masking, and the heatwave, and not enough sleep, and, unsurprisingly, you were right that she was frustrated with vi putting herself in danger and also chewing her gyro too loudly. vi had gotten frustrated because she was confused what she'd done wrong, and why caitlyn was upset, and she was really hungry because she'd skipped lunch so she already didn't want to have a long conversation while they ate, and, bigger than all of that, she always worries that she's not good enough, that she can't save everyone. her voice breaks a little when she explains.
'oh, darling,' caitlyn says, which, in ekko's words when you text him, barf, 'you can't save everyone.'
'yeah,' she croaks in a reluctant agreement.
'but you've done so well by your family, and those who love you. we don't need saving, we just need you.'
when vi starts to really cry at that, like, maybe you shed a tear or two as well, because caitlyn is an outsider. she hasn't know you your whole life, and she didn't know you when you had no idea what was real or not, when you thought vi — visiting you in that cold, damp tent, patiently, not forcing you to leave, for weeks on end — was some sort of ghost, when you spent days unable to fully wake up or stop moving, some horrible purgatory, when you were hospitalized and in withdrawal and the doctors hadn't figured out the right dosage of the right meds yet. even though you know vi has explained the basics, there's no way for caitlyn to fully understand that you did need saving — and vi did save you when no one else could.
but maybe she's right, at least now. you have a home and you know what's real, and vi isn't counting the endless, violent days of incarceration on her wall, tally marks stained in blood, and no one has done any big thing wrong; no one, really, is hurt.
ekko had dragged you into taking some queer poetics seminar, mostly because he wanted to and the idea of him pressing flowers into books and then reading you poems was not wholly unappealing, and you remember a fragment: i am not someone who likes to wound.
it's quiet, for a while, between the two of them, and then vi apologizes for causing even more sensory input by getting her tears on cait's shirt, and cait laughs, and you know vi is smiling, relieved.
'you can come out now, jinx,' vi calls, and you roll your eyes but you do go out to the living room to find them curled on the couch together before caitlyn gets up and pours herself a glass of wine and opens a beer for vi. you can't ever have alcohol, not on the long list of meds you have to take, but vi had gotten you a bunch of non-alcoholic beer to try: you don't have to say it, not anymore, but sometimes you still just really want to be like your big sister. ekko's gotten really into mocktail mixology for parties, and cait has brought over non-alcoholic wine too, a bottle every now and then. love shows up in all forms, so often.
you sit in your favorite reading chair, fluffy and overstuffed, while they get situated back on the couch, and accept the glass — the beer perfectly poured, annoying — from cait before she settles in.
'all good?'
vi hums and looks at caitlyn adoringly, and caitlyn runs her thumb over the tattoo on vi's cheek.
'ooookay, i'll take that as a yes. are you sure you don't want time for some more... intimate reconciliation? i can go to ekko's or hang out on vander's patio.'
'that's okay,' caitlyn says, and vi squeezes her hand. you get it: sometimes you don't really like touch, not like vi literally always does, especially when the world already feels too close and loud and sharp. but vi is kind, and she does her best to understand, and so they sit a little ways apart, just holding hands; you turn on housewives, because you and vi had succeeded in getting caitlyn invested and you were supposed to watch the new episode tonight anyway.
they both fall asleep on the couch later, vi's head in caitlyn's lap while she runs her fingers up and down the grain of vi's soft hair, nodding off eventually. you take a picture and send it to ekko before you get up to go try to wind down to sleep.
disgusting, he texts back. love them tbh
ugh. same
#arcane#arcane fic#caitvi#lil side timebomb they're cute they're in love in so many amorphous big ways. love that!#ok but who HASN'T wanted to start a fight over someone chewing. fr
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OTP Questions
#5 and #14 for caitjinx?
#5 - Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?
oh, absolutely jinx, because jinx is usually the one who starts it, and caitlyn is the one who usually "wins" the fight. also caitlyn would NEVER give up sleeping in her bed for anything lmao. get your ass in the doghouse, jinx
#14 - Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?
caitlyn is the one who very shyly starts the hand holding. jinx is super touchy feely but for some reason cait is still nervous about it, so she acts like a teen on the first date when they're out in public and starts brushing their knuckles together. jinx gets the hint and figures out what she wants and laces their fingers together :3c
i hc jinx as being a Boob Man so i think the ass grabbing goes to caitlyn (especially bc she's got HUGE hands, she can practically palm her entire asscheek). caitlyn loves to grab jinx's ass and basically just lift her up. it's one of the few things that gets jinx kind of flustered
jinx clings to caitlyn like a koala whenever she can, but caitlyn is the one who protectively slips her arm around jinx whenever they're out in public. jinx holds onto cait just to be holding onto her, while cait holds jinx to be protective of her. and jinx would be the one to playfully hook her fingers in cait's belt loops, but caitlyn has certainly returned the favor when things are getting hot and heavy
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🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ want me that top!
꩜ .ᐟ basically; caitlyn’s that kind of top…
cw; female reader. strap usage (r! receiving). stráp referred to as côck bc. cait is MEANNN. brief mentions of edging. swearing. pet names. degradation but also praise lol. dirty talk. dacryphilia if u squint. not proofread.
a/n; never wrote for caitlyn. please do excuse any shitty writing and ooc. anyways she’s so hot
NSFW UTC.
cait’s that mean kind of top. it’s not that she doesn’t want you feeling good! it’s the opposite. she wants you feeling good for so long you’re crying and writhing, begging for her to just let you cum.
yes, cait’s the type of top that edges you for her own enjoyment. next question.
cait, contrary to vi, is that type of top that loves straps. something about dicking you down, seeing your eyes roll—she knows it’s not her dick but damn, she can cum on fucking your pussy with that dildo if it comes down to it.
cait’s that type of top to say the nastiest shit with the sweetest tone of voice. yeah? you like that, mm? i know you do, baby. such a pretty little slut for me. her praise gives you mixed signals but she doesn’t stop, because she can feel your pussy twitch every time she calls you her slut.
cait’s that type of top that has surprising self control. she doesn’t get angry with brats and she doesn’t get jealous often, as a kiramman should. that doesn’t mean she won’t show you what happens when you’re a brat.
cait’s that type of top that gets what she wants. she’s always had it all on a silver platter and that isn’t changing now, not even when it comes to you.
cait’s that type of top that will take you anywhere. and i mean, anywhere.
cait’s that type of top that spoils you rotten. be it with clothes or making you cum. when you earn it, that is. yes, she will give you the most luxurious, expensive lingerie sets in piltover, if you agree to model for her. if you act good for her, i guarantee she will give you the best orgasms of your life. there’s nothing she likes more than to see you submit.
cait’s that type of top to be mean, but she has good intentions. she can’t help herself sometimes. you’re easy to poke and pick at when you’re under her, and you’re just so cute when you cry. she loves you, though. she swears. her good girl.
“what was that, baby?”
she was making fun of you. you were babbling incoherently, royal blue strap reminiscent of her own hair color plunging in and out of you, tip repeatedly kissing your cervix until you couldn’t think anymore.
“caiiittt…!” you whine out. she’s the only thing you can think of. pretty much any other words escape you as she fucks you, moaning and whining her name over and over and over again.
“hmm? yeah? you like that, huh?” she’s smirking. it’s so cute. you’re so cute, chest heaving with every moan and whine, tears pricking at your eyes at the sheer pressure on your womb. her pelvis repeatedly rubs and smacks against your clit, sharp little stings of pleasure to the puffy nub. not enough to cum, just enough to drive you to that edge and then away again. a constant swing of being at your limit and being pulled back by caitlyn.
“look at me.” she snaps suddenly, driving her cock deep into you, tip now practically smushed against your insides as she leans up against you, legs pushed up near your sides. she slings them over her shoulders, one hand holding your knee and the other grabbing your chin to make you look straight at her. her nails bite into the skin ever so slightly, a subtle reminder.
“c’mon. tell me how you like it, baby,” she grins, her movements suddenly continuing, but slower. methodical. she just rubs into you, just barely leaving an inch of space before going back in. her tip is massaging your uterus, you can feel it, and it almost feels like you’re about to explode.
“caitlyn!” you cried, legs trembling over her shoulders, “p-pleaseee…”
“please what?” she’s not letting you get the easy way out. no way. she’s panting, the heat coiling in her stomach growing the more she sees you beg and whine and cry her name. the rubber of the strap rubs against her own cunt, a delicious, excruciating continuous stimulus that she can’t help chasing.
“please… please fuck me, please… wanna cum, please let me—“
you’re cut off by a sharp smack of skin against skin as she suddenly thrusts full force into you. “good girl.” she nearly growls, adjusting her hold on your thighs, nearly folding you just to get the deepest angle she could. her thrusts grow more erratic, harder, and she grins at the little bulge that forms in your tummy every time she thrusts back into you.
you’re moaning so loud you might as well be screaming. god spare any maid in the kiramman estate from hearing you two. caitlyn has the decency to lean forward, kissing you open-mouthed and all, swallowing allll your moans into her own. you’re blubbering incoherently, tears making your eyes glassy—which just riles her up further.
“gonna!-“
“gonna cum, yeah? come on. cum for me, baby, you’ve earned it.”
she barely gets through her sentence, as you cum over her cock, earning her a chuckle as you paint her shaft a pretty milky white. your back arched and your head flopped back, moaning out a long whine of her name.
“yeah… that’s it. make a mess. you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you? just let it all out.” she fucks you through all of your orgasm, picking up her pace a little just to see your juices gush onto her lower belly. she goes until she reaches her own orgasm. the friction driving her into a wave of pleasure that makes her nearly collapse over you.
she lets your thighs fall from her shoulders. her chest presses against yours, her movements halt inside you as she groans a curse into your neck, riding out her own high.
you both lay there for a minute or so, just catching your breath. she picks her head up, kissing your neck, up to your jaw, up to your lips.
“my flower,” she muttered, “so perfect. so good for me. i love you.”
cait’s that type of mean top… but not cruel. she’s gonna let you cum—eventually. she wants to see you cum. there’s nothing better than seeing you burst with pleasure because of her. but she’s not letting you do that, not until all you can think about is her, her, her<3
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#╰┈➤BOOTYCALLIN⨾#𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ short ‘n sweet.#lesbian#wlw#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader#caitlyn x you#arcane x reader#arcane x female reader#arcane smut#x reader#league of legends x reader#caitlyn kiramman
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One note was all the Prompting I needed.
HOUSE PLACEMENTS
MEL: 3rd House all the way, but 2nd house born.
The third house is most known for its opulence and as a hot bed for political intrigue. I'm 100% convinced she could necro politik with best of them. And given the tension between the 3rd and 2nd house wre know exist thanks to the 1st book, Ambessa sending Mel as a sort of ambassador sets her apart as an outsider both to her home on the second and her peers on the 3rd.
Given her big reveal as a sorcerer in the finale I think she'd be a lay necromancer, maybe even with ties to the Blood of Eden that she isn't aware of.
Jayce: 6th house
Initially I thought 5th house, but I think given his main ambitions involve using knowledge of magic/science to better other lives, yes I might be drawing a handful of parallels with Palamedese, having him come from the smarty pants house feels natural. Especially because one of his core motivations for his pursuit of knowledge is to help people.
Viktor: 7th house. King of dying and coming back wrong.
His entire shtick has 7th house written all over it. Having him be a necromancer of the 7th feels appropriate because of the tension it would create between his very powerful will to survive and the fule for his abilities being the thing that's killing him. I'm gnawing at the bars of my cage.
Caitlyn: 2nd house born necro, 4th house enlisted.
The second house is more associated with Cohort leadership and bureaucracy while the 4th is the actual infantry. Given how Cait joining the enforceres in cannon is seen as a step down from her station I think her being born into an influential cohort family on the second and chosing to join the 4th would be thematically appropriate, and it gives her a wonderful opertunity to meet-
Vi: POW and vassel of the 4th house, formerly Blood Of Eden.
Vi would be lowest on the rung and enlisted against her will with the promise dangled over her of eventually (never, really. This is the 9 houses) earning her freedom. Her hatred for the institution she's bound to and her grief in being forced to fight people she loves (Boe, other rebles, ect) feels like it aligns with her backstory. I think Cait would seek her out both because she's a skilled fighter and because she's also an outsider, seeing someone impartial to Cohort politicking and a fresh set of eyes. I think she'd pull whatever weight she has to get Vi assigned to her as her Caviler, much like she did getting Vi out of prison in canon. Lots of parallels with Gideon's initial arc in the first book, but other people have pointed out theor similarities already.
Last house placement bc I think it fits.
Singed: the 9th house, necromancer.
It's so easy to see him holed up in the 9th house as one of the 9th house faithful who came to lay his daughter to rest in the ossuary and just never left. Especially with a double motive in being close to the Locked Tomb in order to reaserch its wards, hoping to break them and maybe use whatever is inside to revive his daughter, even if it means dooming the whole world. Also former BOE.
BLOOD OF EDEN MEMEBERS
So because of the nature of the conflict in TLT and Arcane both featuring major aspects of class struggle and war, im assigning most of the Zaun aligned characters to the BOE in some way or another.
Ekko: BOE, most visible rebel to the people.
Definitely a 3 times refuge of the houses. At his core he's a community leader, so I think he'd be most busy building grassroots resistance to the 9 House empire and direct community action. The necessary but unglorious work of things like food distribution, health outreach are all his sphere. His direct work with the BOE always goes towards things like sabotoging Cohort supply lines, equipment sabatoge and the like.
He comes into conflict with other BOE because they open civilians up to too much risk and sacrifice. In his eyes protecting people from the houses takes priority.
Sevika: Silco's former right hand and defacto leader of BOE after his passing. She's inherited all of the irons Silco had in the fire and is struggling to turn them into an offensive against the houses in his absence.
Vander and Silco: BOE, both dead. Their conflict and death lead to a power vacuum and a loss of organization within the BOE. Ekko and Sevika both represent the philosophical split between them in the org.
And ofc,
JINX: AWOL BOE, princess of dying and coming back wrong.
Just like how Singed revived Jinx in s1 in this instance I think Silco would have enlisted him to revive her, despite the BOE opposition to necromancy. Jinx gets to see her sister torn from her by the empire that's made her entire life suffering and refashioned into one of its agents, be saved by the morally bankrupt magic of the empire, and see her family devolve into infighting. I genuinely think she'd be a free agent outside of the BOE.
This is the most ever written in years the finale genuinely has me ill.
Shluld I assign Arcane characters Nine House placements just to feel something? That ending has my mind churning.
#the locked tomb#tlt#arcane#arcane spoilers#tlt spoilers#the entier existamce of the BOE is in itself a spoiler to ppl who havent read nona so big fat spoiler warnning for that#jayce talis#viktor arcane#caitlyn kiramman#vi arcane#mel medarda#jinx arcane#maybe I'll do another post on the necro/cav dynamics#but no clue how big the overlap for these fandoms rly is.#tlt arcane au
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you finally watched arcane!! i need more of your thoughts than holy shit lol
AAAAAAAAA
ok i'm still forming most of my thoughts BUT the animation is so sexy and the character dynamics are SO interesting i love jinx and silco i love vi and jinx i love vi and caitlyn (obviously) i love ekko i don't care about jayce but i think he should date viktor i'm starting to rly like mel but i was super sus about her at first
the animation is truly so sexy i don't have anything else to say about it every one of jinx's breakdown scenes the one where she's playing the boxing arcade game and it flashes between her and young vi every fight scene was so fucking cool the COLORS the ART STYLE the CHARACTER DESIGN the MUSIC the CINNAMON TOPOGRAPHY
also i wasn't expecting vi and caitlyn to be canon i rly thought it was just two characters that had a few spicy scenes and ppl turned it into a ship but BOY was i wrong oh my god i love them so much how many tropes do you think they fall under oh my god i love both of them so much also they're both SO hot and beautiful and you throw jinx into the mix and it's just. angry sad guilty terrified Chaos and i love it so much
(spoilers below)
i love that by the end you rly do have to sit down and think about whether jinx should choose vi or silco and i love that i didn't feel any "oh no"s when the gemstone would fall into either side's hands bc both sides made so much sense and so little sense at the same time i love that caitlyn and mel are both maybe a little idealistic but still so smart and capable that you believe they'd be able to make their ideals into reality i love that vi got years of isolation to rly truly think about what happened that night and what she did to powder and i love the dichotomy of that with jinx never getting that time to introspect and turning into a completely different person because of it i love that jinx killed silco and all he did was turn to her and say don't cry you're perfect
#maybe one day i'll have thoughts that use bigger words than this#thanks for asking anon!! always makes me feel Seen when ppl ask about my thoughts#i'm gonna rewatch this soon and almost definitely gif it#time to straddle two fandoms *sunglasses emoji*#ask#answered#arcane#arcane s1
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the last three episodes of Arcane (well, this season anyway) air in three hours and I am going to be a mess no matter what happens for Actual Plot Reasons, not just Vi and Cait
But I did warn a roommate that if me and Daci start screaming at 1 or 2am it's okay and we're fine
And I keep mentally preparing myself for like, every possibility re: Vi and Caitlyn--
they could just fight a bunch and then flirt a little later
they could have almost nothing and then at the end of the last episode one of them could be like "hey wanna go on an actual date" (honestly this is my least fave option, it feels like a copout, bc yes it would establish them as canon but also it's BORING, but I can so easily see them doing this, ugh)
we could get more of the same from the last three episodes: a lot of obvious attraction/Gay Panic/meaningful touches (would be okay with this even if it meant people arguing they aren't actually in a canon thing, because more SUPER HOT GIFS, it would fuel SO MUCH FIC AND ART LOLLL)
we could get hand-holding with meaningful eye contact (hrrrgghg)
we could (oh god) get kisses, maybe
but I also keep reminding myself: we already got a full-on sex scene between two people with WAY LESS CHEMISTRY, the writers have said flat-out there's no homophobia in Runeterra, an actual sex scene is technically not off the table of things to hope for, okay
we could get almost nothing bc everything else happens in another season (*cries into hands*)
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tagged by @loser-dot-com u were top suggested when i typed “@” do u feel special
Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 10 people.
THE LAST:
1. Drink: Apple Juice???? 2. Phone call: WEll a cute guy asked to call me and im gonna go with that bc i havent called anyone in years 3. Text message: To Ari: “Also Mama is a song by MCR and I’m too emo to get over that”in reference to the EXO song Mama 4. Song you listened to: Currently listening to Wolf by EXO, Ive falen into the fandom 5. Time you cried: While I was kissing Hot Guy mentioned above cause we were both really emotional that night
HAVE YOU:
6. Dated someone twice: not technically 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I mean idk, sometimes I regret ever kissing anybody but 8. Been cheated on: no thank goodness 9. Lost someone special: yeah 10. Been depressed: I’m depressed right now 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: not yet
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:
12-14: purple, pink, and blue like the sunset
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends: yeah 16. Fallen out of love: nope 17. Laughed until you cried: hell yeah 18. Found out someone was talking about you: my goodness yes 19. Met someone who changed you: U cant meet people here but yeah ive changed 20. Found out who your friends are: yeah 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I dont have facebook
GENERAL:
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: my facebook is nonexistent 23. Do you have any pets: A big ol’ bub named Bear, hes a Boxer Mastiff mix and i love hi more than myself, and a tiny bup Coco, 24. Do you want to change your name: Yea I dont really feel like Caitlyn or Renee really fit me but I also dont know what name does 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I took bread to band as a treat bc bc I dislike cake 26. What time did you wake up: imma say 11:30am but really it was 1:45pm 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sending memes back and forth with Hot Guy
28. Name something you can’t wait for: getting out of this horrible place going to all the tourist-y places in California in a few weeks
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 3 hours ago when we ate dinner 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: either having a bit more money or at least having a house of our own 31. What are you listening right now: Parallel by Heffron Drive, i need softer music if im gonna sleep b4 3am 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Tommy? He’s pretty cool and like 3 people I know like him
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: myself not knowing whats happening to me and being expected to just go with the flow 34. Most visited Website: Youtube
LOST QUESTIONS.
35. Mole/s: none 36. Mark/s: I have a little kinda feather shaped birthmark on my chest and a teeny tiny heart on my thigh 37. Childhood dream: to have a room of my own 38. Hair Color: kinda gold brown I’d say 39. Long or short hair: ive grown it out so it reaches my shoulders now so whatever you count that as 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Yeah and its kinda working out????? 41. What do you like about yourself: my eyes 42. Piercings: 2 holes in each ear soon to change hopefully 43. Bloodtype: no one tells me these things 44. Nickname: Ren 45. Relationship status: i dont really know what to call it at this point 46. Zodiac: Capricorn 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Shadowhunters hell yeah 49. Tattoos: I dont have any yet but i want a whole bunch 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: i wish 53. Sport: what is sport??? 55. Vacation: Spain is so pretty, or Italy, Vegas, NY 56. Pair of trainers: listen ive had the same pair of Converse for 4 years they will get me thru everything
MORE GENERAL:
57. Eating Currently: nothing 58. Drinking currently: nothing 59. I’m about to: text someone about some Important Stuff or sleep 61. Waiting for: freedom from this prison 62. Want: some weed??? idk a whole bunch of things im kinda needy 63. Get married: not really I dont see a point in tying myself to someone 64. Career: my lame ass thinks i can make money being a makeup artist
WHICH IS BETTER
65. Hugs or kisses: hugs all the way 66. Lips or eyes: both are so attractive but eyes
67. Shorter or taller: taller
68. Older or younger: older
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Abs are so hot sign me the fuck up
71. Sensitive or loud: Loud I guess???
72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker
HAVE YOU EVER:
74. Kissed a stranger: no
75. Drank hard liquor: no
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i am the worst when it comes to not losing things, I havent seen my glasses in months
77. Turned someone down: Yeah
78. Sex in the first date: technically no
79. Broken someone’s heart: i think i mightve but i cant be sure
80. Had your heart broken: Let me tell u this bitch.
81. Been arrested: no
82. Cried when someone died: no, no one close to me has ever died, and i normally repress any negative feelings so
83. Fallen for a friend: yeah
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
84. Yourself: not at all
85. Miracles: Yeah
86. Love at first sight: seems like lame fairy tale shit
87. Santa Claus: yeah
88. Kiss in the first date: totally
89. Angels: yeah
OTHER:
90. Current best friends’ names: irl: Ari, Sarah, Morgan, Emily?????
91. Eyecolor: technically Hazel but really more of a green
92. Favorite movie: Im a sucker for Titanic
Oh yeah im supposed to tag ppl @lonelyspacelover @queennhowell @phichit-af
#mutuals <3#stfu renee!!#there are a lot of question marks#i dont know a thing#llike im a mess okay so#everything is whatever#if i dont know for sure ari knows#she knows me better than myself cause shes sane
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