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pastel-peach-writes · 7 months

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Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is

Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.

"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO

Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.

So, why did this have to happen to you?

At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.

"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."

The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.

"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"

When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.

You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.

"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.

Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.

He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.

The laughter roared.

"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."

A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.

Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.

Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.

"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.

"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.

The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."

"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"

"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.

Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"

"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.

Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"

You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.

"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.

When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.

Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.

Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.

Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"

Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"

"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.

"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.

"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.

"Violet."

"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."

You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.

Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.

Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.

"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."

Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.

Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.

With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."

"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"

A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.

Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.

The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.

Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.

Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)

When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."

Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.

"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."

"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"

"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."

Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.

A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.

"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."

"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"

You gave them a meek shrug.

"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"

"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.

A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.

"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."

"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.

"Vi!" you laughed.

Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."

"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"

"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.

Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"

"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.

Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."

You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"

"Can I join you?"

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shipsnthenight · 2 months

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Me and @thewriterinthebatcave at it again!

Caitlyn has it all. She's one of the most influential pop musicians in the world, critics acclaim her music, albums fly off shelves and her fans adore her. At twenty six, she has conquered pretty much everything there was to in the music business. Now off duty and with some time for herself after a six months long overseas tour, back at home in Piltover, she decides to do something for herself.

Enter Vi, a young and skilled tattoo artist, armed with an extensive portfolio, enough charm to bewitch a brick and just enough cluelessness that takes on the job to ink Caitlyn's skin.

What could possibly go wrong?

#caitvi #piltover's finest #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi fanfic #vi arcane #arcane AU #modern day AU #alternate universe modern setting #violyn #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn x vi #caitlyn arcane #taylor swift

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zaidenchan · 2 months

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Shotgun××

So... i had an idea.

I put so much work into shading just for me to put an overlay over them 😭😭😭 backgrounds are my biggest enemy so rip

I don't understand lighting, I just shade what my heart tells me too.

Oh and HERE is a link to my recent CaitVi fic! NSFW 🔞

#caitvi #piltover's finest #arcane #arcane fanart #caitlyn kiramman #vi x caitlyn #vi #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #caitvi fanart #caitvi fanfic #sapphic #wlw art #wlw post #wlw

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realbigbird · 6 months

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Chapter Upload of my High School AU CaitVi Fic!!!

Finally updated my fic! Shit is going down!!! Give it a read if you're a sucker for angst and modern AUs! Fanart is drawn by me! :)

Status: Ongoing (15 chapters)

Word Count: 53,255

AO3 Link to Read Here!!!

Evergreen

by realbigbird

Unlocking her car, Vi tore the front door open and leaped into the driver’s seat. She hastily shoved the keys into the ignition, waiting briefly for Mylo to jump into the passenger’s seat. Ekko watched the two scramble into the car, alarmed.

“What the fuck is happening?” Ekko demanded, carefully holding onto Jinx’s sleeping body as Vi whirled the car out of the driveway. Rich people always had big-ass driveways.

“She fucking punched Caitlyn Kiramman,” Mylo gasped, breathless. “She fucking dropped her, holy shit.”

Summary: Caitlyn Kiramman is by far the richest, most popular girl in Piltover. Straight A's, straight hair, ASB President, sole heiress to the Kiramman fortune; she's the perfect girl that everybody wants to be... right? Vi begs to differ. After punching Caitlyn for a stupid dare, she is left with the insurmountable task of redeeming herself. But why does she care so much about Caitlyn's opinion? The two grow closer, albeit unintentionally, and Vi is exposed to the true life of Caitlyn Kiramman. As Vi uncovers Caitlyn's darkest secrets, she realizes that there is a broken girl underneath the facade of perfection. Will love find a way?

#caitvi #arcane #ao3 #ao3 author #ao3 writer #caitvi fanfic #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #vi x caitlyn #vi #arcane fandom #arcane fanfic #arcane fanart #caitvi fanart

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shippingk8 · 1 year

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Please check out Chapter 5 of Key, a mystery genre short story set in the Arcane Universe.

Cover art and evidence artifacts by @helihi

New to the story, start here.

#Arcane #Arcane Art #arcane fanart #vicait #vicait fanfic #vicait art #caitvi #caitvi fanfic #caitvi art #arcane fanfic #piltover’s finest #piltoversfinest

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 9 months

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Doing another random word generator little one shot cuz I feel like writing just not ready to commit to updating my fic

Ok this one was just handed to me…

Caitlyn’s exasperation was written all over her face as she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes, sinking uncouthly into her desk chair.

It was new and entirely too expensive, a gift from her father as a congratulations on promotion to her position of Sheriff.

She would never admit that deep down she believes the exorbitant amount of gold spent on something as simple as a chair was worth it, even considering the heating and cooking settings.

Caitlyn wished she wasn’t sitting somehow both comfortably and uncomfortably in her office, surrounding by mountains of paperwork, instead of out on the field with her team.

She missed the adrenaline and the weight of her rifle always on her, unfortunately trading it for a sore wrist and not in the fun way some would imagine.

Caitlyn sighs into the empty air. Everything was under control. Access to shimmer was progressively becoming more and more difficult, Jinx seemed much less active and Piltover was almost completely recovered from the attack, carefully dodging the anticipated war by the width of a hair.

But Caitlyn did not, could not, feel relieved. Not when if she takes one wrong move, shifts her finger a little too far to the right or places her foot a little too far to the left, everything will fall apart again.

But even with the load on her shoulders, she breathes. It’s shaky and unsure and full of fear, but a breath all the same.

Caitlyn’s ready to get back to her working on chopping down her own personal forest when someone bursts through her door.

She doesn’t even have to look up to know who it is. There’s only one person who would forget the common courtesy that is knocking.

“Cupcake, there’s a problem.”

Trying to get Vi to address Caitlyn by her proper title, especially at work, was an unnecessary struggle, maybe even worse than attempting to convince her to wear her uniform. Caitlyn had given up long ago.

“There’s always a problem, Vi, you will have to elaborate,” Caitlyn sighs, dropping her pen to run firm fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp before fully taking out her updo and tying her hair back up into a clean ponytail.

Vi plops herself down on one of the chairs in front of Caitlyn’s desk. “None of the assholes out there are listening to me even though I’m in fucking charge of them. And I know there’s a stupid hands off rule and I can’t just shove ‘em around a bit to get it through their thick skulls who they answer to.”

Caitlyn watches Vi lean forward in frustration as she explains, a certain glint in her eye telling her there’s something that she’s missing, straightening herself up as she prepares to address the situation.

Vi was not just angry, but hurt. A deeper frustrated than the shallow scars now healed on her skin.

“How did you approach them?”

“Like a fucking normal person. Even tried using the dumb examples you gave at training.”

“And how did they respond?”

That’s when Vi pauses, blowing a gust of air out from her puffed out cheeks and past her lips.

She chews on the inside of her mouth with flared nostrils before speaking. “They fucking laughed in my face and told me to run back to you to take my official place as your lap dog.”

Caitlyn’s frown is deep, her eyebrows diving down to meet the bridge of her nose.

She breathes. It’s angry and feels like one step closer to a loud and incredibly unprofessional shout, but a breath all the same.

Caitlyn stands and Vi watches her intently. “And I did exactly that when they weren’t looking.”

Caitlyn carries herself around the table carefully, her blinking and the rise and fall of her chest slow, calculated.

Training herself to be steady, the same way Grayson was, was much harder than she imagined. She never lost her passion, letting the screams and yells out in the privacy of her own bedroom, sometimes with Vi keeping her company.

Caitlyn stands beside where Vi slouches, her body facing her but her face not following suit.

“Would you like to know what I think?”

“What, Cupcake?” Vi inquired back,

“I believe that you underestimate your authority,” Caitlyn says matter-of-a-factly, feeling Vi’s gaze on her. “It’s difficult to make people believe how powerful you are when you don’t even believe it yourself.” Caitlyn finally meets Vi’s eyes, a kind smile, only discernible enough for her beloved partner, on her lips as she does so. “So, what do you want to do to them? Other than bash their teeth in.”

Vi’s chuckle is deep, slowly taking Caitlyn’s hand that previously rested on her knee into her own palm. “I wanna fire them so hard they shit their pants.”

That forces a laugh out of Caitlyn’s throat, a snort joining in.

Vi’s grin is wider, the sound of Caitlyn’s newly developed ease contagious.

Caitlyn takes her other hand to cup Vi’s cheek and stroke the small tattoo under her eye, soft and gentle, pulling the tension and deep seeded frustration out of Vi’s muscles, allowing her to lean into the touch. “So what are you going to do, officer?”

Vi lets herself enjoy the feeling of Caitlyn’s palm and her ever relaxing presence before she stands, her smirk growing confident.

Before she leaves the Sheriff’s office, she presses a grateful kiss to her knuckles and pairs it with a sly wink.

“Don’t cause too much trouble now, darling.”

“Can’t make any promises, baby.”

#arcane #caitvi #vi arcane #vi #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn #violyn #piltover’s finest #piltover's gayest #vicait #Caitlyn x vi #vi x caitlyn #Caitvi fanfic #caitvi fanfiction #slay writes #ummmmmm yeah #they’re soft and cute and stressed but it’s them against the world so it’s all good

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sugerblu · 5 months

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Ok, hear me out. In my opinion, caitvi are switches BUT I do prefer reading top cait fics

Vi just gives off bratty sub vibes and i love her for that

#this is about caitvi #again #caitvi #caitvi fanfic #piltover’s finest #piltover's gayest #violyn

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anwarism · 7 months

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CoP Inktober day 6 : Wildcard

Today, with this wildcard, I wanted to do Whumptober. And what's best for that than a tribute to the Whump Queen, yourkilljoy Aka KJ! And her fic, "The Deeper We Fall".

#arcane #arcane fanart #caitvi #piltover's finest #piltovers finest #digital painting #caitvi fanfic #the deeper we fall on ao3 #whumptober #copinktober #inktober 2023

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whatapictureisworth · 4 months

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“Redheads, huh.” Gideon wiggles her eyebrows mock-suggestively, glad to take the conversation in a more joking, light-hearted direction.

Vi doesn’t let it, though, tilting her head thoughtfully and scanning Gideon with a slow, pointed look as she seriously considers the other woman’s words. “I mean, if you’re down for it…” she trails off, her intended implication clear.

“—what.”

“I know you guys hooked up that one time, back before Cait and I started dating. I’d have to check in with Cait to make sure she’s interested, but I’m pretty sure I know what she’ll say.”

Anyway I wrote a griddlehark x Caitvi college au foursome fic that I’m really proud of

#Arcane fanfic #tlt fanfic #Griddlehark #caitvi #Arcane #tlt #the locked tomb series #the locked tomb #griddlehark fanfic #Caitvi fanfic

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lesvii · 4 months

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Can someone please link me any good Caitvi fics 😭 it’s been a while since I’ve read some but I don’t think I like the modern AU ones I just need like s2 AU or something in between cannon 🙏🏻

#caitvi #arcane #vi #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #Caitlyn #caitvi fanfic

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pastel-peach-writes · 7 months

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Can i get a caitvi x fem reader who is short and they tease about her being short?

Coming right up!

Shortstack | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Cait + Vi with a short gf

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Feminine Terms, Cursing, Short Nicknames, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– I've said this before and I'll say it again, Vi will call you shortstack.

– Now, I also said she won't call you that if you don't like it, but for this post, we're gonna say you do because it's all in good fun.

– Moving on!

– Caitlyn and Vi love having a shorter girlfriend.

– Caitlyn loves holding you and squeezing you tight in hugs while Vi loves picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder.

– CaitVi also love having you in the middle of hugs or cuddle sessions because they can squish you between their bodies.

– (Also it means you can't escape from their hold unless you're granted permission)

– When it comes to teasing you about your height specifically, they tend to have fun.

– Sometimes they put things on high shelves and watch you struggle to the items you want

– Another thing they(Vi) do is pretend they can't hear you or see you because you're so short

-"Sorry, what? I can't hear you! Cupcake, you hear something?"

– Sometimes Vi would purposely bump into you and claim it happened because she didn't see you.

– No, Vi. You saw them. You're just an ass LMAO

– Speaking of ass, Vi will always hit your ass when you reach up to grab something. Or even bend down.

– Tbh, she would do this regardless of your height. Her excuse would be, "but it's right there! what am i supposed to do?"

– While Caitlyn appreciates your bum, she's the person who prefers your thighs.

– She loves when they double in size when you sit down, when your thighs jiggle as you walk, and when you wear shorts or clothes that show off your legs so she can stare at your thighs.

– She'll try to be secretive about her obsession, but Cait is obvious as hell.

– If you're a lapsitter, Caitlyn and Vi will pull you onto their laps. For Vi, it doesn't matter where you are.

– You could be at a bar, in a meeting, or chilling at home. She will always pull you onto her lap.

– For Caitlyn, she's more reserved. She prefers to have you sit on her lap at home, but if there's spare time and she's alone with you and Vi in her office, expect to be sitting on her lap.

– Vi absolutely loves to carry you. whether that's bridal, on her shoulders, or on her hip like a baby, you're being carried.

– Caitlyn likes to carry you too, but she's way more gentle than vi.

– Vi carries you and throws you around like a ragdoll.

– She'll launch you onto the bed, nearly breaking the frame, and then she falls on top of you to bury her face into your chest.

– Now don't get her wrong, she can be gentle too, but it's so fun seeing you flounce and flop around like a fish out of water

– OMG! One thing Cait and Vi do is throw you over their shoulder.

– If you're a part of the angry short gf stereotype, they'll throw you over their shoulder to get you out of a situation.

– Poor Cait has two angry gfs. (she'll deal)

– If you're not a part of that stereotype, they'll throw you over their shoulder when you're being stubborn.

– You won't move? Okay, swoop. Oh, you don't feel like going to work today? Too bad. swoop.

– They love doing that to you. Your reactions are glorious.

– Sometimes you'll playfully kick and throw fists and other times you'll whine and complain

– Vi will tap your ass, "reassuringly" each time while Caitlyn will sigh and shrug with a smile on her face.

– You don't even mind being picked up though

– you like knowing they can "handle" you and you get a front-row ticket to their beautiful thighs and ass LMAO

– okay, finishing this up, but on the same topic, Caitlyn and Vi will casually pick you up, move you out of their way, and then put you down again.

– it'll be like: "Good mornin' babe. *picks you up, moves you away from the pantry, casually gets coffee*" LIKE HELLO???

– Caitlyn and Vi will also pick you up and spin you when they're excited about something or proud of you.

– Vi's hold is bone-crushing and she spins you until you get dizzy while Caitlyn's hold is tight and she holds you by the legs instead of your torso like Vi.

– MMMM that's all i have for now! if you guys have extra headcanons, drop them in the comments below or inbox me!

WC: 747

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