#i know she called her caitlyn one other time but this hit

[pastel-peach-writes]

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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[angelltheninth]

And They Were Cellmates

Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, meet-cute (sort of), jail, flirting, teasing, Reader goes to Stillwater

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: A sort of meet-cute with Vi. Is it cute if you meet her in jail? I mean it kinda worked for Caitlyn.

"So what's got a cutie like you locked up in here?" Your... new cellmate seemed to be quite the talker. Better that then bashing your face in, which you figured she could do easily seeing as her muscles were huge as hell. What does this woman eat? And why is she calling you cute?

You didn't answer right away, you wanted to look around the cell, which was pretty small all things considered, but you heard many horror stories about Stillwater. You won't let your guard down until you checked for weapons, no matter how charming your cellmates grin is.

Uninterrupted you checked every nook and cranny of the enclosed space, finally settling on the bottom bunk in both relief and defeat.

"Robbery." You answered as you picked up the small pillow. Finally she seemed to be looking at you with interest again, "Some bigshot apparently, I don't even know. I just needed some quick cash, figured might as well hit the big ones once and be set." Who the hell knew that the guy had fancy alarm systems? Not you that's who.

"Amateur stuff. Don't worry, if they drop the charges you'll be out of here soon. No skin off that pretty face of yours." She winked at you and leaned forward, letting you see the finer details of her face in the small light. The two scars, one on her lip, the other on her eyebrow, and very pretty grey eyes. "But a pretty face for me to look at for a few days."

"You know if you're gonna flirt like a horndog then at least tell me your name." You tried to keep your cheeks from warming, or her from noticing. Not doing a very good job judging by her cocky smile. She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, her muscles flexing and relaxing, making your face even hotter.

"Well how can I say no to that? It's Vi." She pointed at the tattoo under her eye and for a moment you wondered if which came first for her, the name or the tattoo? It wasn't unusual for people in Stillwater to change their names to protect the loved ones outside, or maybe in order to get a better shot once, if, they got out. "I'm trying to make this place less scary for you sweet stuff. I've been here for a long ass time, and I've learned never to let anyone know you're scared, you need to make them scared of you." Suddenly her bulging posture made a lot more sense then just work out to stay ahead.

Like she said you probably won't be here for that long, and while you are here it wouldn't hurt to have an allay. Even better if she's so handsome. After all no one ever said you can't make friends in this place. Friends or... well not even that for now.

#arcane #arcane x reader #vi #vi x reader #arcane imagines #arcane fanfic #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #arcane x female reader #league of legends x female reader #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends fluff #arcane fluff #x reader #x female reader

[nyctophiliq]

Hi Moss! I know you have a lot on your plate rn, but I wonder if you'll write kinks + toys headcanons for the Arcane ladies too? 🥺

TO TOY WITH YOU. mdni +18

description. headcanon type of writing of the arcane ladies' kinks and favorite toys to use (toys are a reference to what they use most of the time)

pairings. cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, renata glasc, sevika, grayson, caitlyn kiramman + f! reader

minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, mention of kinks, sex toys,

moss' notes. moss has already planned to write them anonie !!! thank you for requesting, it really boosts moss' confidence in writing more !!!

— 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍

( kinks )

cassandra loves being called mommy, it isn't just because she is a mother but because she feels she fits into the role of a caretaker perfectly. in her eyes, a mommy takes care of their baby, gives them everything they want, and when they have to punish them it is with the most care and not to be mean.

pet play is also one of the delicacies cassandra loves. you are her dumb little kitten who lays on her chest, kneads her breasts like bread dough, and gives her those little kitten licks up and through her pussy lips.

she wasn't going to be marking you up because you were her property but because she liked seeing her teeth marks on your delicate skin. cassandra also enjoyed watching you trying to hide the hickeys she left every time.

( toys )

cassandra has nice cat ears put away for you, the one little kids wear with their costumes but any color you want? yes, she has one of those and loves for you to put it on.

addition to the cat ears she has a collar for you with a little bell on it too. she loves tugging you by it, back and forth, left or right to get her point across. you don't have to worry about the marks left by the collar, the hickeys are more pronounced.

to add to her mommy kink, she has a belt, you know the belt that you keep your pants up with? one of that is just for tying your thighs shut and if not thrusting a vibrator inside you then have the vibrator stay only on your clit. you are so cute on all fours, struggling to keep your back straight while she is increasing the numbers without letting you get used to the one before.

— 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍

( kinks )

it's not easy for caitlyn to admit how much she likes roleplaying, but she really likes it. there was some sense in her that said not to bring home the work, or about, but it was sickeningly tempting for her to just play mean cop with either you being a criminal which usually turns into rough sex. the other end of the spectrum is that you play the role of a helpless suspect, usually, a married woman who is being interrogated which is when caitlyn takes mercy on you. make sure to call her 'officer' and not by her name, just to get on her good side and she'll give you what you ask for.

it might be her young age and that intimacy still has that effect on her to become a horny teenager and get aroused by only your moans or whispers. it's no matter if you are just whispering to her while someone else is talking and it's totally not related to sex, or hit your toe in the freaking corner of anything again, and moaning/groaning out in pain just does things to caitlyn. she does not necessarily act on them, but she is very tempted to every time.

no question, mirror sex. such a spacious room caitlyn has and how wonderful it is when she just places a few mirrors in it. she likes the reflective glass surfaces in the shower too so she often lets her horny teenager self take over and finger fuck you.

( toys )

handcuffs are a stable in caitlyn's repertoire and they are not from work, so they haven't touched any other just you and you only. she tries to not put them on too tight but it is just so good seeing you struggle. favorite position to cuff your hands is behind your back.

when caitlyn is really into her role of being the corrupted cop she might just pull out some of her dildos, not strap-ons, dildos to have you go a little crazy because they are big.

— 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀

( kinks )

ambessa might keep her hands to herself in public but when the two of you are alone she is really handy, so much so that it turns into spanking. first it's just light caresses, get you in the mood then harsh groping, squeezing your breast, pinching your nipples. then everything goes from zero to one hundred, you are laying on your stomach on ambessa's lap, counting how many slaps you have received. if she is feeling extra mean she will tug on your breasts while spanking you like you were a cow, trying to milk you.

she is a sadist and she hardly tries to hide it. does moss have to explain further? they will a little- if the spanking didn't convince you that she loves inflicting physical pain and psychological too. she loves scaring you by leaving the door open while she is stroking your clit under your skirt, or that time when she convinced you that nobody is coming to that secret spot so, of course, you let her slip two or three fingers in your sopping core but just then a small group of people appears. she doesn't even give you the opportunity to get away, just continues to shove her fingers inside you while potentially exposing you to public humiliation.

having sex in a bath or shower is sort of a hobby for ambessa. she invites you in, with the promise of relaxing and a nice massage if you'd like then all you are is a moaning mess while the warm water hugs you and your tight walls hug her fingers.

( toys )

ambessa has nice riding rods and paddles to further indulge herself in spanking you. do not worry, when she uses her favorite toys on you she is sure to apply that nice, cooling cream onto your red bruises. she takes her time tho, admiring her handy work before relieving you of the stinging pain.

a sadist like ambessa has without a doubt a couple if not dozens of nipple clamps hidden in her home. it is so convenient to hide some under the fruits in the bowl and instruct the maids to not take them away because she is going to eat them when in reality she uses it as a disguise before ambushing you.

— 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂

( kinks )

the baroness is excellent at bondage, so much so that she tried her hand at shibari and she had never looked back ever since. renata ties you up into a nice package, puts you anywhere near herself, and fingers you to her heart's content, which usually results in you passing out. don't worry, she doesn't tie those knots too tight, only if you ask to.

renata might not be a mother but she certainly enjoys being called mommy. light age play just furthers her sense of power, she loves having that control over you, deciding when you get to come and how.

talking about when to come, edging is also one of renata's go-to for any situation but she does give you a choice to beg for her, at least hold out for her for a few times before getting yourself that sweet sweet release you were promised.

( toys )

the finest silk ropes are in the possession of ms. glasc and no twisted, cheap rope will ever touch her baby's skin. of course, she has special ropes made for shibari only but still prefers using silk even if that is not that convenient.

it only makes sense that renata would use aphrodisiacs, and indulge in your drunken self, and as wrong, as it sounds it's as wonderful. you are aware when she slips it to you because when it's about to kick in she tells you she spiked your drink.

— 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀

( kinks )

sevika loves it when you pretend to give her a handjob when she has her strap-on buckled around her hips. let's not mention how excited she gets when you give her a blowjob, it really blows her mind.

breast worshipping fits with sevika so much. anytime, every time, whenever she can she is groping at your tits. kisses, bites, hickeys, and licks all over your thin skin to really twist your mind. your nipples are her favorite thing too- twist them and they perk up, suck, and nip at them and they became nice and puffy. her hands are so big but thank god she can still squeeze your tits just right, to have the fat ooze out between her fingers.

sevika loves having you as an audience, she is big on voyeurism. she has that one strap-on that is specially made so she too can enjoy herself while getting it tugged. so she often jacks off with that and makes you watch.

spitting into your mouth or on your wet cunny might be a mean thing or dirty, but sevika doesn't care at that point, she wants to see you swallow her saliva without question or whining.

( toys )

sevika has a number of strap-ons, each having their respective place in their cabinet. she collects them like trophies and takes care of them like trophies. there is a method to her madness also, she doesn't just pick the one closest, they all have their own place and time.

she doesn't have ropes but she does have that scarf that she ties you up with when she makes you watch her masturbate. it happened before, you just standing up and ruining her fun, never again.

— 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

( kinks )

grayson loves being called sheriff, especially when you call her sheriff. she is proud of her title and demands to be called by it in the workplace no matter what, and you are no exception of. of course, grayson knows the line between when it's work and when it's home, making sure she doesn't get anything into her head or assume things but getting home and calling her sheriff then is bliss.

enforcer grayson has a lot of work even after returning home, but she is definitely not going to rid herself of the fun. she'll finish those reports for tomorrow's meeting while you are cock warming her. your needy whines won't affect her, sit nice and quiet, maybe she won't make you straighten your posture while rearranging your guts.

again, grayson is very busy but she sometimes feels mean or to be mean and the only way for you to get off is dry humping her perfect thighs. don't get her wrong, she likes fingering you and eating you out, but it's so much fun to watch you struggle.

all these overall sums up that grayson loves corrupting you, no other explanation will be needed.

( toys )

if grayson is feeling rather lazy or favors her hand after having too much paperwork to take care of- she pulls out bigger or smaller vibrators, depending on her mood really too.

grayson has a nice big strap-on that stretches you so well but not too much to hurt you. it's just so cute as you adjust your position every few seconds as you sit on her lap with the silicone dick inside of you.

sometimes grayson feels mean or her uniform just compressed her nerves so much the day she has to handcuff you to not to have you touching her. she isn't doing this because she hates it when your hands roam, but there are just days that she is really irritated by it.

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[cassifictional]

How about I could send you some random headcanons to help with interactions and writing. What kind of cat breeds would the Arcane ladies have?

That sounds perfect right about now. Thank you for the idea 💕 this really got me thinking. I already know a lot about cats but looking up all the breeds was so fun, I really enjoyed putting this together!

Arcane women and their cats

Characters: Sevika, Grayson, Cassandra, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx.

Sevika: Norwegian forest cat

Sevika never intended to get a cat. It just sort of happened one day. Status symbols are a thing in the undercity: expensive clothes, jewelry, and fancy animals. Big scary dogs but also cats with luxurious fur. Norwegian forest cats are strong, tough but also extremely fluffy and pettable. And they’re expensive. She probably got the runt of the litter because no one else wanted it. Said she’d take it out to the street because a cat that weak has no chance in this world anyway. She took it home instead. Fed it, kept it warm, cuddled it to death in secret. It grew up to be the biggest, toughest cat you can imagine, but behind closed doors it’s just a huge softie.

Grayson: tortoiseshell

Grayson’s family always had pets when she was growing up. Cats, dogs, rabbits, you name it. So when she moved out, she adopted pets as well. With her work as an enforcer, she would sometimes come across stray pets in need of homes. Sadly, she didn’t have the time or space for all of them, though she would always make sure to get them to a shelter. She’d have one or two cats at a time, maybe a dog too. All of them adopted from the streets. The tortoiseshell reminds her of the family cat she grew up with. It’s a very independent cat, but at the end of a long day it’ll curl up onto her lap and purr for hours.

Cassandra: Siamese

Cassandra is a high class woman who’s used to high class, well, everything. That includes high class pets. Many of her friends have exotic shorthairs or persians, the typical ‘fancy lady’ cats. Cassandra can’t help but think that however sweet they might look, they look like they have been hit in the face with a frying pan. She instead went for a siamese, a very elegant cat with a distinct look. Her friends are all lowkey jealous, because no one had a cat that looked the same as Cassandra’s siamese. Behind closed doors, the cat wasn’t quite as fancy as many people thought. Siamese cats are vocal, very vocal. It follows Cassandra around the house, meowing non-stop. This doesn’t annoy her though, she just talks back to it and their conversions can be heard all around the mansion.

Mel: Javanese

Mel, much like Cassandra, is used to a high class environment and high class pets. She never really considered getting a cat, until she heard someone close to her had a cat with a litter of kittens. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to visit her friend to see for herself. Big mistake, because a few months later she had one of the cats walking around her home. They had been too cute and she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t really sure what to do, she had never raised a cat before. So before the cat went home with her, she got a few books and studied all she could about cat behavior in her spare time. Unbeknownst to her, the cat turned out to be a javanese, a cat that needs a lot of attention and exercise. At first the cat drove her crazy, but she soon grew to love it once she found a way to manage the crazy, beautiful creature’s energy.

Vi: SIC (standard issue cat)

I recently learned what SIC means and I love what it stands for lmao (technically they’re called domestic shorthairs)

Vi was never in a position to own a cat of a fancy breed. Not unless she had stolen one from Piltover, which even for her was a little too much. She would prefer to adopt a cat from the streets. She wanted a tough cat, one of those big scary looking cats who could beat up any other cat in the neighborhood and probably even a few humans there. Instead, she ended up with the tiniest, scrawniest cat she had ever seen. It had snuck into her room one day looking for food, hissing and swatting at her once she found it. Despite it’s attitude, she took pity on it and decided to keep it. Despite her feeding the cat very well, it never grew much. Despite it’s size, this cat was terrifying when agitated. It could chase even the biggest, burliest humans out of a room with it’s crazy attitude. It was incredibly sweet towards the people it knew though.

Caitlyn: ragdoll

Caitlyn’s family always wanted expensive, fancy cats with luxurious coats. Caitlyn just wanted a companion, a little furry friend. She never cared much for the ‘fancy’ cat aesthetic, but her family wouldn’t allow her to adopt just any common house pet. That’s why she settled for a ragdoll. Big, fluffy and cuddly. The perfect cat to come home to after a long day at work. It would sit in her windowsill, watching over the streets of Piltover, patiently waiting for her to come home. It’s long fluffy fur would get absolutely everywhere, driving her mom and the housekeepers insane. Her mom always keeps a lint roller nearby to make sure Caitlyn doesn’t leave the house covered in fur.

Jinx: sphynx

Jinx is a little odd in all the right ways, just like the sphynx. Don’t ask where she got it. Maybe she found it, maybe she stole a kitten from a litter from Piltover, maybe she begged Silco for one. She raised it from when it was a kitten, so it got attached to her and only her. It tends to get cold down in the streets of the undercity, so she dresses it up in little clothes and scarves and hats. The cat doesn’t care. There’s a little cat bed on her workbench where it sleeps while she works. People have insulted the cat, calling it a gremlin, a raisin, an abomination. Many of those people have subsequently been involved in bomb related incidents.

#arcane #arcane headcanon #arcane headcanons #arcane sevika #sevika #arcane grayson #grayson #arcane cassandra #cassandra kiramman #arcane mel #mel medarda #arcane vi #vi #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn #arcane jinx #jinx

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Ranking My 2023 Fics + hints of a planned 2024 fic (that im hoping to actually get done lmao)

I did this last year so I’m gonna do it again 🏃🏾‍♀️

Side note, before I begin, I would love love love to say a huge thanks to all of my readers, everyone who’s been interacting, enjoying and sparing a glance at anything I’ve written over the year. It tends to get really busy sometimes but I push through for you guys so thanks a ton :)))

ALSO I got a beta reader this year and they are one of the swaggiest people on the planet and I def would not be here without ‘em so an extra special thanks to @justicecaballer (who also has a few fics out) 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

OKAY LETS GET STARTED

1. dear, hello, salutations, love, sincerely, from, goodbye (8.99999/10). Im lowkey obsessed with this fic????

Like obviously it’s based off of my favourite movie of all time (DONT GET ME STARTED ON TO ALL THE BOYS-) and it also gives me the chance to explore Caitlyn and Vi’s relationships with their parents. Handling Vi’s grief AND being able to research lacrosse (I’ve been watching gameplay for the upcoming chapter lmao), something I’d never do if it wasn’t for this fic, has just been so fun. I still worry about my characterization of Cait and Vi, but I feel like I’m doing a pretty solid job right now. Also this is officially my longest fic to date and I’m glad I’m getting more and more comfortable with descriptions and getting better at pacing. The slow burn is kind of hitting I can’t lie, they’re so in love it hurts!!!! I’ve also been loving writing Caitlyn’s friendships! I’m SO GLAD I decided to write in Kai’Sa I’m obsessed with her. Jayce appearances have been few and far between, but they’ve been quite nice. I’m super excited to have this fic be finished and to get all of my ideas out!! More of Vi’s family dynamic is coming soon 🤭🤭🤭. ALSO, more scenes from the movie and even the book will be included I’m so excited lemme stop yapping!!!!

2. play stupid games, win gay prizes (8.8/10). SO FUN I CANT

This was my first beta read fic and also just one of my favourite fics of mine in general. It is genuinely so fun. I wish I added more festival/pride month vibes, but Caitlyn and Vi annoying each other did it enough I think LOL. That vibe of them just being the biggest nuisances to each other unfortunately didn’t last super long in the show so exploring it in this fic was exciting! The make out scene most definitely hit………. Like come on they’re soooo obsessed with each other it’s embarrassing. The bingo scene was most definitely iconic!!! The twister scene was too! It was just an entire bundle of fun no one gets it. Maybe I’ll post my notes for this fic. Part two…… is in the works…. Expect it by spring maybe?????

3. fix my galentine (7.5/10). Cutie patooties 🤭

I’m sorry but the whole “lemme just break something in my house so hot lady comes over to fix it” just kind of hits to me???? Like Caitlyn was so disastrously down bad it was the cutest thing ever. The reveal of what Mel (the greatest wing woman of all time) asked Vi was just so fun as well. There was no angst or anything in this one, it was just cute valentine vibes and flowers and love and all of those gross stuff so it was great to get out and enjoy. LET THE GIRLS BE HAPPY! I also thought a lot about Caitlyn’s job in this, weirdly. She was Hextech’s lawyer and something about that is just so fun to me lol. Was also thinking about a scene where some pipe bursts in the company building and Vi’s called to fix it and everyone is drooling over Vi but Vi’s just waiting for her job to be done to see Cait in her office and in a suit 🤭. First person was definitely a choice but I don’t think it hurt the fic all too much. ANYWAY, super cute and super fun.

4. who tf is this girl (6.5/10). Anniversaire 🤞🏾

Honestly nothing too interesting. A short little one shot to pair with the first ever fic I wrote and posted on ao3. It was just a fun little thing. I don’t know if Caitlyn would really be a jealous person…. Protective, most definitely, but jealous just doesn’t fit her too much in my opinion. It was nice little thing tho that I still enjoyed writing and finishing. I think I could see a lot of my improvement from the og fic to my this one. I just love their established relationship shenanigans idk let them be a normal couple fr.

5. hunting prize (6/10). Ooooo suffering.

SORRY THIS IS LAST LMAO. This fic was lowkey just exhausting to get through lol. It most definitely is not the worst thing in the world, but I’m starting to realize how draining it is to just write constant suffering. It’s still technically incomplete lmao. The last chapter is supposed to be about a year or more later. Caitlyn wipes out the enforcers and brings in the Wardens and then asks Vi to be the Undercity lead for them as they dance at a ball for the official announcement. I appreciate everyone who stuck with this fic because it took soooo long to actually finish. Whump is just really not my thing lol. I have yet to truly do the canon verse any justice in one of my fics but next year I’m locking in, I swear.

This year has been so great for my fics and everything, so a massive thanks again for all of you friends :))))

MORE TO COME!!! Count on it :)

Idk when I’m finally gonna get this one done but expect it probably mid year!!!????

#arcane #caitvi #slay writes #HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS #I’ve been yapping a whole ton about my fics on here I’m so sorry #I’m manifesting me finally getting into digital art next year so I can start drawing the babes 🫶🏾 #ok I’m done now sorry gang LMAO

[the-narwhals-awaken]

I'd like a treat featuring some dad!Halt, please :D

Apologies in advance- after reblogging, I got hit with several major assignments, tests, and quizzes all in a row, so that plus general shenaniganery meant that I had not enough time and motivation in combination to actually write out prose, so instead you get bullet-point fic so you'll actually get something. This is entirely stream-of-consciousness written around the time I took my sleep meds, apologies for any confusion. I'd love to elaborate more if you'd like!

The fic's under a readmore to try and aid in not clogging any tags. Enjoy!

This is in an AU where some people have powers- it's relatively normal, most people just get small things like good balance or a sense for weather or the ability to clean mud off of boots well. Almost all of them can't be weaponized, so while there's some discrimination- like there is for everything- it doesn't affect too many things.

There's a lot of legends about what powers the Rangers have- some people say they can dissolve into shadow or have supernatural sight or hearing or aim or never run out of arrows.

And true, a few do have enhanced senses, but what people never think about is that those senses are enhanced all the time, and are as much a detriment as a blessing.

Halt, incidentally, can tell whether plants are harmful or helpful, but nothing else. Not use, just whether it's harmful or helpful, and certainly not how- he learned, given time and motivation, but that was separate.

The Ward kids were normal, in the sense that they all had little gifts- perhaps ones more suited to their lives than normal, yes, but normal, little ones that would impact their lives hardly at all.

George couldn't get papercuts, Horace had perfect vision no matter what, Alyss had enhanced lung capacity, and Jenny had a good memory.

Will was the exception. The Recorder- one of the ones whose power was to tell what others' power was- looked incredibly sad when she saw him, and said his power was Clear Sight. She'd told Will a little more about it in private, of course, but she wouldn't say anything more like she usually would.

This didn't affect Will's life too much- he was a quiet child at times, staring at nothing, but then he'd be bright and cheery again and people would put it aside. Horace did torment him a little, as they both had vision-related talents and they could be pitted against each other, but most of the time he was a normal child.

The fact that he could see Ranger Halt whenever the man wasn't actively trying to stay hidden was never noticed, mostly because nobody else could see him and the Ranger did often try to go unseen around Redmont, whether for his own amusement or for practice nobody knew.

Regardless, nobody knew what Clear Sight entailed beyond Will until well after his graduation- all he'd said on the topic was 'it's not important and won't affect any of the skills needed to be a Ranger'.

Technically true, but not really.

Anyways, it remained a secret- one that nobody thought to ask- until he, Horace, and Halt stood in Dun Kilty in Clonmel.

Horace had left- looking for food, training, Will didn't know and he didn't care.

Normally he'd have tried to look for privacy for this, but it was too late and really, he'd been half waiting for something like this, something he couldn't hide, for years- a way to tell Halt, at least, what had happened.

The woman he could see was very similar to Halt, all things considered- they had the same hair color, the same face shape, although her hair was longer and worn in braids. She'd clearly been one for smiling more, though her face was still marked with stress like Halt's was.

He tilted his head slightly. Though his gift was called Clear Sight, sometimes- only sometimes, he still hadn't quite figured out exactly why, even if he could guess- he could hear as well.

The woman- she introduced herself as Caitlyn- had lit up when she'd realized he could see her, but had remained steadily waiting by Halt the entire time they'd been in the castle, only taking steps away when they'd met with Sean or when Halt was by Abelard- and even the latter had only been far enough away that the horses couldn't reach her.

She'd started talking when the pair had sat in silence, giving Will a message to pass on, then just chattering about things she'd seen and noticed.

When she'd finally finished talking, Will smiled faintly, finally looking away from her. Halt had been watching him, staying quiet while he looked to be paying attention, but speaking up when he looked to be done.

"Will, what are you looking at?"

Will kept smiling faintly. "Have you ever wondered about the nature of Clear Sight, Halt?"

Halt had, of course, but after the disaster of the first two years of Will's apprenticeship, he'd not asked- he didn't want to push Will away, and from how he'd reacted whenever asked about it before that was all that that would have done. Still, it had been an idle curiosity that had nestled in the back of his brain for a very long time.

"I can see the dead, sometimes. Hear them, too, if I'm lucky."

Halt sat there, frozen, staring at Will.

Will kept smiling, though it was even smaller, barely a ghost of one.

"Your sister's here, Halt. She wanted me to tell you she loved you always, and told your nephew about his uncle."

Will passed on the rest of the message, along with Caitlyn's commentary as Halt reacted, till she faded from view.

Halt smiled sadly, grieving but still content.

When they returned to the inn that night, he waited until Horace was asleep, then told Will more stories about Caitlyn. Good ones, bad ones, funny ones, sad ones. The stories kept coming through their entire stay in Clonmel, though generally they were when Horace was away- it was nothing against him, but this was something just for the two of them.

Even as they hunted Tennyson down, the stories kept coming- little ones, now, mostly just memories of what Caitlyn did, but ones that could brighten a mood slightly or make the next hours easier to pass through.

Afterwards, when they'd made it home, Will asked why Halt had told those stories- some of those were truly embarrassing, some had held things that perhaps might not have been meant to be shared out of the Hibernian royal families, some of them he'd only been able to tell in Hibernian and it was only the lessons Will had had with Halt during his apprenticeship that had let him keep up.

Halt had given a slow, sad smile.

"Since you couldn't meet her in person, I thought I'd tell you of your aunt. Your uncle was a terrible person, after all, and you deserve at least one decent family member."

Will, of course, claimed Halt was far more than decent on his own.

Still, the admission was nice, warming him from the inside out. He and Halt were family, of course, that didn't need to be said, but the fact remained that it was rare that Halt admitted it, let alone labelling it like he did.

The fact that he did so, and brought in the extended truth of what that would mean, touched Will deeply.

That night he made cranachan from the recipe Caitlyn told him as she hovered, far more immaterial than she'd been in Dun Kilty, over his shoulder.

And there you go! Thanks for the ask, it's nice to write something that, by the nature of this format, is short. I'd love to elaborate more or do other story snippets in this world- I've got a few churning around, most involving a younger Will. Thanks for your ask and hope you enjoyed it!

#trick or treat #treat #fic #rangers apprentice #dad!Halt #halt o'carrick #will treaty #caitlyn o'carrick #will sees dead people

[unamedica]

Red Kryptonite Supergirl

She was worthless.

She wasn’t a hero.

She was a killer.

Caitlyn was crying in her barn loft. “It’s all my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault!” She angrily wiped at her eyes. “I shouldn’t have fallen slave to it. I could’ve easily taken it off.”

She held the box holding the red kryptonite school ring.

Caitlyn killed her sibling. Unborn and innocent. The same child her parents wished Caitlyn was-,

The way Cassandra looked at Caitlyn like the monster she truly was, 'get out of here... let us grieve alone,'

Caitlyn opened the box and slipped it on. Relishing in the way it closed off her mind and opened it in the same breath. The adolescent hero closed her eyes and grinned. “That’s much better.”

~~~

“Caitlyn?” Powder called out while walking into the barn. She was still scratched up from the earthquake.

Vi was worse than she was, but still, the teen needed to know if Caitlyn was okay. Powder knew the Kiramman’s were at the hospital but she didn’t see Caitlyn anywhere. She spotted Mrs Kiramman’s motorcycle Caitlyn was working on and showed up for shop classes with it as well. 

Caitlyn jumped from the second story loft and landed perfectly on her feet; all while holding a duffle bag.

“Sheesh, Caitlyn!” Powder gasped. “You should be more careful.”

Caitlyn didn't seem surprised to see Powder there. In fact, she looked excited. “Well hello, Powder.”

That’s when Powder noticed Caitlyn’s outfit. Gone was the flannel and the loose-fitting jeans and cow shit stained boots. Caitlyn wore a lace black top with a leather jacket, and sinfully tight dark jeans with knee high boots. Her makeup was darker like it had been the other week. But it was her—attitude that confused Powder.

“What are you wearing?” Powder asked while stepping further into the barn.

“Clothes.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why bother asking?” Caitlyn dryly asked.

The younger teen was taken aback. “Uh, Vi’s closet called, she wants her leather back.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “You know, you’re usually funnier around this time.” She grabbed the duffel bag and shoved it into one of the compartments on the motorcycle. 

“And you’re usually not a bitch.” Powder frowned. “Guess we both can’t please each other.”

Caitlyn looked over her shoulder and grinned. “What do you want, Powder? Did Vi ignore you again so you wander over here for a taste of affection?”

Powder swallowed hard. She closed her eyes to focus on the person in front of her and not what Caitlyn was saying. “This isn’t you. What are you on? Drugs? It would explain last week... and whatever the hell that was,”

Caitlyn flipped her loose hair over her shoulder. “I’m finally free from my parent’s stupid rules. As if they could control me.” Running a hand through it. “This is me.”

“Is it, though?” And Powder… absolutely hated how hot it made Caitlyn look. “It’s quite the huge leap of wardrobe shift for a farm girl.”

“Don’t you like it?” Caitlyn noticed the shift in Powder’s demeanor. She smirked and strutted towards the younger teen. 

“I don’t hate it. But it’s not—” Powder swallowed hard. She backed up while Caitlyn approached her. “...it’s not you.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Powder.” There was a predatory playfulness in Caitlyn’s eyes when Powder’s back hit the wall of the barn. Caitlyn placed both hands on the wall, trapping Powder where she wanted her. “I see the way you look at me.”

Powder looked away. “That was before. When you were—”

“Even now.” Caitlyn reached up, grabbing Powder’s chin. Forcing the teen to look at her. Caitlyn looked over Powder’s face and leaned in. “I kinda like it. I’ve never seen you blush like this before.”

Powder’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest. “Caitlyn, I,” She gasped when Caitlyn closed the distance and kissed her.

Powder’s very first kiss. She tried to pull away, but Caitlyn had an insane hold on her. Keeping her there. When she did get a moment's rest. “Caitlyn, this isn’t you—”

…you’re dating my sister.

Powder whimpered as Caitlyn effortlessly deepened it. 

She felt—powerless. 

This wasn’t her friend.

And yet, Powder didn’t have the will to push Caitlyn away. But instead, pulled her closer. Grabbing what she had been dreaming about for years.  Caitlyn’s long hair, sharp cheekbones, and a delicate neck.

Powder was in heaven and hell at the same time.

Caitlyn pulled away and chuckled. Rubbing Powder’s chin with her thumb. “Look at you so needy.” She looked over Powder’s body as though imagining her clothes weren’t there. Or having great imagination. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.”

Powder didn’t realize she was crying until Caitlyn wiped her tears away. “Cait—”

“But I’m not into that.” Caitlyn smirked and looked down again. “Although,” she clicked tongue and rubbed her own lips. “I wouldn’t mind virgin-exploring the wilderness. I’ve got to say, this is not the way to—”

The sound of Powder slapping Caitlyn shocked neither of them. 

Powder pushed Caitlyn away. “I don’t even know who you are anymore!” she sobbed. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“Oh, Powder.” Caitlyn rubbed her own cheek and smiled. “You’re cute when you’re angry. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Caitlyn walked away and mounted the motorcycle. 

Powder blinked rapidly at the quick change of events. “Wait! Where are you going! Your parents are at the hospital. They need you!” She rushed after Caitlyn. 

“No, they don’t.” Caitlyn put on her sunglasses and started the bike. 

Powder tried again. “We all need you here. Even pretty-boy, but especially Vi when she wakes up. And your dad—if he—survives the surgery.”

Caitlyn nearly growled at those words. “Don’t mention him again.”

Powder frowned. “Then what about your mom? She’s been—she was looking everywhere for you.”

Caitlyn looked at Powder. “She wasn't looking for me because she loves me.” Caitlyn stared at the far wall. “She needed someone to blame, and I suppose I deserve it. My life isn’t so perfect after all. Does that surprise you?”

Powder was rubbing her hands nervously. “Then take me with you. I can’t let you go like this, Caitlyn. Something is seriously wrong with you. Talk to me!”

Caitlyn’s jaw tensed. She looked at the teen next to her and appeared emotionally torn for a moment before it quickly vanished. “Not this time. Smallville needs you more than I do.”

Powder rushed forward and pressed their lips together. Kissing Caitlyn the way Powder wanted to. Soft and slow. Desperately holding Caitlyn’s face. Tenderly. Lovingly…

Caitlyn even closed her eyes and let it happen.  Letting Powder lead the kiss through inexperience but so many layers of passion. Powder opened her mouth to try it again, but Caitlyn was pulling away.

“I love you.” Powder whispered, without realizing.

Caitlyn licked her lips and sighed. Looking disappointed. “You don’t know the monster I’m capable of being, Powder.”

Powder was still crying and holding Caitlyn’s face. “Then tell me. I have—voices and monsters too. We can help each other.”

Caitlyn frowned at those words. “Our monsters might differ.” she whispered before gently pushing Powder away. She put the motorcycle into gear and drove away. 

There was a piece of Caitlyn that was screaming at herself for putting Powder through that. But on the surface, she smirked and wiped her mouth.

“Definitely one for the books.” Caitlyn moaned aloud. “I can have fun with her if I need to.” She looked in her rearview mirror and smirked at what she saw.

Powder was covering her mouth and sobbing. “Caitlyn.” She fell to her knees while holding herself. “Caitlyn!”

~~~

Drabble for this fic for part 2 https://archiveofourown.org/works/46906216/chapters/118155637

#drabble #Caitlyn x Powder #caitlyn kiramman #smallville au #with arcane #apparently a lot of readers wanted this pairing over caitvi lol #Jinx goes by Powder

[j-art-2d2]

Correction

Chapter 5/?

Arcane University AU

jinx x caitlyn story (bits of caitvi and jinxlux)

Author’s POV

Pulling up to the party, Caitlyn’s anxiety is at it’s peak. The bass booming through the house can be heard from two blocks away. It’s a wonder it wasn’t shut down as soon as it had started. Violet takes it upon herself to get out of the car first to open up Caitlyn’s door. “Madam..”, Vi jokes, while gently holding Cait’s hand, helping her out her seat. Vi doesn’t let go of the girl’s hand until it’s time for her to pull open the house party’s doors. The smell of alcohol and… something burning? hits Caitlyn immediately. Her nostrils flare while she tries to take at least one steady breath. She looks around and becomes hyper-aware of how many of her peers are in this one house. Despite the ample amount of space, Caitlyn feels boxed in. Then the panic sets in. Before her feelings could overtake her, Violet appears next to her suddenly. Caitlyn hadn’t even noticed Vi had walked away in the first place.

Caitlyn eyes the two red solo cups in Vi’s hands. Besides a few of her mother’s social gatherings, she didn’t really drink, the orangey-brown liquid intimidating enough for her. Sensing the girl’s nervousness, Vi reassures her. “Trust me, it’s not that bad. Here just-”, she hands Caitlyn the cup, “-knock it back.” Caitlyn chugs the whole drink. Afterwards, she harshly places the empty cup on the counter next to them and uses the back of her sleeve to wipe off her mouth in disgust. “Ugh! Definitely not champagne..” “Yeah, I know right!”, Vi teases in between laughs. She follows Caitlyn’s lead, and quickly downs her drink as well, before dragging Caitlyn to the middle of the room where a group of people are sitting in front of a coffee table. While walking to the group, Caitlyn has started to feel the affects of her drink. The noises that were overwhelming her moments ago were now fading into the background. Everything was much quiter and Caitlyn could appreciate that.

She nearly didn’t process Jayce approching her, arms wide, voice booming. Returning the hug, Caitlyn peeks over his shoulder and sees a lanky, tired looking young man idly standing behind him, cane in hand. “O-Oh!”, Jayce quickly releases Caitlyn as though he forgot something. He reaches towards the man and grabs him by the hand, slowly pulling him closer. “Viktor, this is Caitlyn..”, he continues, “And Caitlyn this is my boyfriend!”, he announces proudly. She wastes no time politely shaking Viktor’s hand. “Very nice to meet you, boyfriend.” “You as well, Caitlyn.”, Viktor takes a step towards Vi. “And you must be the girlfriend, right?” Both girls blush at the comment but Violet responds with confidence. “Only if she wants me to be..”

After tallking more, the group settles down on the floor with a few other people. Caitlyn freezes up when she notices Ekko and quite literally the largest man she’s ever seen, shuffle over to the coffee table and sit down. Ekko waves at Caitlyn while Scar, however, just grunts as a greeting. Caitlyn distractidly waves back, as she’s too busy looking to see if Jinx is at the party as well. She thinks of asking Ekko but before she can, a radiant, dark-skinned girl with twisted, curly locs joins the group. “Mel Merdarda. Nice to meet you.”, she says mainly to Caitlyn. Ekko watches as Jayce’s eyes shift between Mel and Viktor. You can practically see the gears in Ekko’s head turning but right as hes’s about to come to a conclusion, Viktor begins talking.

"The game we are going to play is called King's Cup. Each person pulls a card. Every card has a different meaning..", he dismissively waves his hand in the air. "..Honestly, too many cards so I'll explain as people pull them.”. He then ruffles Jayce's hair as he says, "Loverboy here is gonna go first." "Wait- what..?", sputters Jayce, who was clearly not paying attention. The game starts off calmly and Caitlyn thinks she might actually enjoy playing it. Vi pulls a 6 card. "Six is chicks. Every girl drinks.", Viktor explains, allowing everyone to get their drinks together. Violet comes back with a beer for herself and a cranberry vodka for Caitlyn. After taking her first sip, Caitlyn thinks she could probably finish it right then and there, but decides on just taking one more gulp. The game continues and Jayce suddenly flatters himself onto the floor after pulling his card. Viktor immediately does the same while shouting, "Four is floor! Hit the deck!" Mel reacts first, followed by Vi and Ekko. Meanwhile, Caitlyn is still recovering from her last sip and absentmindedly asks, “Wait, what deck..?”, causing the whole group to burst out in laughter. “Sorry Cupcake, gotta drink..”, Vi teases Caitlyn while pushing her cup closer to her. Caitlyn more than willingly takes another gulp, savoring the flavor and the warm feeling it gave her.

Before Caitlyn knows it, it’s her turn. She happily leans over and grabs a card. Everyone turns to Viktor expecting him to explain. “Pick a new card.”, is all he says. Caitlyn furrows her brows in confusion. “…Why? What does this one mean..?”. His face gains a pink hue as he mumbles, “..Means strip. One article of clothing.” Honestly, that would’ve been fine. Caitlyn had just the right amount of alcohol in her to fill her body with confidence. Plus it wasn’t like anyone playing the game makes her uncomfortable. She’s about to ask Viktor for more of an explanation, but is left with her mouth hanging open as she sees a flash of blue flow by in front of her. Caitlyn can’t even fully react to Jinx before she starts antagonizing her. “Calm down everybody. She’s probably just gonna take off her socks or something.” Caitlyn notices how usually Jinx’s insults are crafty and harsh but this time she sounds playful. Meanwhile, Jinx internally curses herself for the change in tone, blaming it on the amount of fireball she had consumed.

Jinx had arrived at the party with Ekko, moments after Caitlyn, but went straight to the hard liquor shelf upon seeing Caitlyn. She knew she couldn’t be around Caitlyn currently without some form of courage and ultimately decided on the liquid kind. In conclusion, Jinx was now feeling bold with faded inhibitions and Caitlyn was her target. Little did Jinx know, she wasn’t the only one feeling bold. Without hesitation, Caitlyn reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it right over her head. She locks eyes with Jinx, gaging her reaction. Now it’s Jinx’s turn for her jaw to be on the floor. For the first time in her life, Jinx has nothing to say and Caitlyn catches herself feeling a sense of pride in knowing that she invoked that. The moment is thick, heavy, and short-lived as Vi awkwardly clears her throat. As though she had just been woken up from a trance, Jinx hops up and swiftly walks away, disappearing into the groups of people. Ekko can’t do anything except look at Scar, silently asking if they both had just witnessed the same thing.

Upon Jinx leaving, Caitlyn huffs and puts her shirt back on. She knew she would get some sort of reaction out of Jinx, but she wasn’t expecting her to just up and leave. Caitlyn tries her hardest to stay put even though everything in her wanted to follow after Jinx. She even stays for a couple more rounds of the game, but after finishing her drink, Caitlyn can’t find it in her to fight her desires anymore. “I’m gonna go get another drink.”, she says to Vi. “O-oh! Did you want me to come with?”, Vi asks. “No! I mean, no, it’s okay, I can handle it.”, Caitlyn bluffs, while stumbling a bit trying to stand up. Caitlyn allows her body to gain a bit more stability before beginning her search for Jinx. She isn’t able to do much but glance around, afraid that too much movement will leave her stomach queasy. After a few minutes, Caitlyn is already feeling hot and disoriented, so she heads out to the balcony for some air. Gratefully so, being that as soon as she slides open the door and steps out, she spots Jinx looking over the railing.

If the joint in her hand didn’t show it, then the unnecessary tugging at her hair did. Jinx was stressed. The short moment she shared with Caitlyn, left her feeling flustered and confused. Was Caitlyn trying to prove something to me? Was the display for me or Vi? If it was for me then, why? She’s supposed to hate me. The thoughts flooding Jinx’s mind almost made Caitlyn go unnoticed. Almost. Jinx absentmindedly ashes her joint before turning to look at Caitlyn. She has no idea how to access the situation so she chooses to just be outright about her thoughts. “Did you follow me here?” Caitlyn looks offended and embarrassed, the look on her face as twisted as her emotions. “N-no, Jinx, it’s not always about you. I was feeling sick…” The thought of Jinx knowing Caitlyn’s true intentions scare her half to death. She expects Jinx to say something hurtful and full of spite, but she doesn’t do anything more than let out a grunt mixed with the breath of a laugh. This makes Caitlyn think that maybe she’s scared of nothing. That maybe Jinx is more scared of her than she is of Jinx. That maybe there’s something she doesn’t know and won’t know if she goes about this dishonestly.

So Caitlyn prepares for the worst and confesseses, “I was looking for you though…” Jinx tries to contain herself, only letting a satisfied hum free from her lips. Then there’s silence. Not an uncomfortable one, more like a knowing one. Jinx is comfortable in it and goes back to staring off the balcony, finishing off her joint, not hesitating to light another. She inhales and exhales the smoke, while Caitlyn watches some of the tension leave her shoulders with every puff. “Ugh, I fucking hate parties..”, Jinx complains. “Me too!”, Caitlyn responds cheerily, happy that Jinx has something to say. “But I’m really liking the alcohol, makes everything quieter.” Jinx’s head snaps towards Caitlyn. The taller girl doesn’t realize how much Jinx actually relates to what she just said. Caitlyn begins to think she’s said something wrong. That Jinx is about to make her regret coming out here, but is pleasantly surprised by what Jinx says next. “You know… that’s the first time you said something that didn’t piss me off.” Caitlyn is beaming. She knows it and doesn’t care. Basking in the moment, she jokes back, “That’s something we both can agree on.”

And as if right on cue, Vi is sliding open the balcony door and asking Caitlyn to dance. Jinx isn’t shocked when Caitlyn leaves to go do so. The song switches from electronic and upbeat to slow and sensual. Caitlyn allows Vi to turn her around so her back is pressed right up against the red-heads front. Caitlyn loooks up to see that Jinx is already gazing at her from the balcony. Her cheeks warm up as Jinx licks her lips before placing the joint back into her mouth. In all honesty, Caitlyn stopped focusing on Vi as soon as she made eye contact with Jinx. She was letting Vi lead without a care. Caitlyn can’t look away from Jinx as Vi takes full liberty of trailing her hands up and down her body. Caitlyn wonders if Vi can feel her heart pounding or how heavy her breathing is. What would you think if you knew it was all because of Jinx? Caitlyn notices how cold, steady, and full of jealousy Jinx’s eyes are as she takes advantage of the show in front of her, enthralled by the way Caitlyn’s body is moving. It’s just driving Jinx insane, who she’s watching Caitlyn dance with. Jinx can’t tear her eyes away as she watches Vi drag her hands higher up, finding Caitlyn’s neck before turning it and connecting their lips. Caitlyn’s eyes flutter closed at the contact. For a moment, she gets lost in the kiss. It’s not like she didn’t like Vi. She was obviously very attracted to her. But once Caitlyn is able to think again, all that fills her mind is Jinx. When she opens her eyes, aiming to find the blue-haired girl, she’s hit with the sad realization that Jinx is gone.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane fanart #arcane jinx #jinx fanart #arcanefanfic #jinx supremacy #jinx x reader #arcane x reader #jinx fanfic #caitjinx #jinx x caitlyn #caitlyn fanfic #caitlyn league of legends #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn the sheriff of piltover

[dollythesheepp]

Endless Forms Most Beautiful, Chapter 2

You can read it on ao3 here:https://archiveofourown.org/works/39467289/chapters/99185058

"You look like crap," is the first thing her brother says to her.

Grinning, Janis jumps out of her seat and wraps him up in a big, long-awaited hug. Once they break apart, she takes a moment to look at him. Damian doesn't seem much different from the last time they saw each other. His style surely hasn't changed, she thinks, looking at his Evita t-shirt.

"How's life, my man?" she asks as she ruffles his hair, a big smile still present on her face. Damian rolls his eyes playfully as he tries to fix his previously well-kempt hairstyle.

"You were gone for almost a year, you don't deserve to know," he says. Although his tone remains humorous, Janis can feel a little hurtfulness within his words.

"I didn't miss your birthday, did I?" she jokes, in an attempt to keep the cheerful mood going.

"No," he says. "I would never speak to you again if you did."

She smiles, bringing the cold bottle of beer to her lips. God knows she will need a lot of alcohol and good laughs with her brother to forget what she witnessed at the train station. Hesitantly, she looks down at her feet, and stares at the black purse lying under the table; the image of the woman jumping to her death appears once again at the back of her mind, it seems to be burned into her brain.

"So, how's Danny Devito?" Damian's question pulls her out of her reveries.

"You keep calling her that and then you wonder why she doesn't like you," she chuckles, grabbing a fry and putting it in her mouth.

"I don't care, I don't like her either," he shrugs. "Do you prefer Caitlyn, The Cunt? Cause that works for me too."

"She's fine. I hit her first this time. With an ashtray," she says, not able to stop the cynical smile that spreads across her face. "So...she's a little blue."

"Ugh, I wish I could have seen that."

Janis waits a few moments before changing the subject. In the meantime, they sit in silence with their drinks listening to other people's conversations. She knows how Damian will react, so she has to take a cautious approach.

"Speaking of Caitlyn..." she begins, "I need you to do something for me."

She uses her head to gesture towards the floor, where her backpack is. Damian follows her gaze as she opens it to reveal a brown package hidden inside.

"It's coke," she whispers. Bobby's Bar wasn't known to be a place frequented by law-abiding, ethical people, and it had seen it's fair share of ilegal shit, but that didn't mean Janis had to let everyone know she had 2lbs of cocaine with her. "Do you think you can sell it to one of your blows?"

"Ugh, Janis, come on..."

"I'll give you 15%," she insists.

"I don't care about that," he says "What the hell are you up to?"

"I don't know," she lifts her shoulder in a half shrug. "I wanted out of Caitlyn's and I couldn't do that without money, could I?"

Damian rubs his forehead. As usual, just a few minutes with Janis were enough to give him a headache. Janis can't blame him. She knows she's a shitstorm, nothing but a hurricane spreading chaos everywhere she goes.

"Did you seriously steal her coke? You know she's gonna kill you, right?"

"I'll deal with her later. I'm not worried about that," she says, with a dismissive wave. Caitlyn was the least of her problems.

"I'll see what I can do, ok?" he sighs. "And I want 20%"

"Great," she smiles. That wasn't so hard. But with one problem checked off of her list, Janis' mind brings back the other conundrum that had been bothering her all night.

"On another note, something really weird happened at the train station today," she says, "I saw a woman kill herself."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, and she looked exactly like me."

Before Damian can react, she bends down again, this time she ignores her backpack and grabs the other purse. The woman's purse.

"Do not tell me you robbed a dead woman," Damian exclaims, exasperatedly.

"I didn't, she left it at the platform before she jumped," she says as she rummages through her purse. Amid a mess of lipsticks, pens, empty candy wrappers, and two phones -one with a black case, the other with a light blue one- she finds what she's looking for: the woman's wallet.

"Isn't that still technically robbing a dead woman?"

Janis ignores him as she opens the wallet. It's empty aside from some documents. At the bathroom of the train station, Janis had already taken the liberty of grabbing all of the money that was inside of it and storing it in her pocket. She grabs the woman's ID and holds it next to her face, looking at Damian with raised eyebrows, as if she had just told him a joke and was waiting for him to understand it. He widens his eyes. Janis keeps looking as his expression changes from intrigued to perplexed in 5 seconds.

"Holy shit..." he murmurs, then reaches over and grabs the ID from Janis' hand, looking at it like it's a foreign object, "Veronica Sawyer..." he reads aloud, the puzzled expression still stamped on his face. "It's you with a nice haircut."

"And a nice address," she says. "Dude, what the hell, do I have a twin sister or some shit?"

"Maybe?" he says. "Sure, little orphan Janis Sarkisian finds out she has a rich twin sounds straight out of 'Days of Our Lives', but what if it's true?"

"I'm gonna go to her apartment..." she says, waving in Damian's face the set of keys she found at the bottom of the purse. "I want to find out who this girl is."

Damian throws her a skeptical look.

"Do you want to find out who she is or do you want to steal the rest of her stuff?"

Before Janis can answer, the woman's cellphone — the one in the black case— starts ringing. She glances at it, unsure of what to do. On the screen, the name Chandler appears before Janis decides to decline the call.

---

The next morning, Janis finds herself in front of a nice, two-story house near Lincoln Park. She fumbles with the lock until she finally finds the right key; the door opens directly into a spacious living room.

"Hello?" she says loudly but receives no answer. Still, she examines every room of the house, to make sure she is alone. The place isn't gigantic, with nothing but the living room, the kitchen, and a small bathroom on the first floor. On the fridge door, colorful magnets hold a variety of photographs. All of the pictures are of Veronica and a black-haired man, —based on how close they are in every photo, Janis guesses he's her boyfriend— except one, a Polaroid selfie with a ginger-haired woman. Veronica is smiling in every single picture, she looks genuinely happy; a stark difference from the woman Janis saw at the train station.Glued to the fridge, below all of the pictures, is a travel itinerary and a post-it. Janis squints her eyes and reads the note written in messy handwriting.

See you Saturday, Ronnie! — JD.

Must be the guy from the pictures, she thinks, opening the fridge and grabbing herself a beer. On the second floor, there's a home office, with hundreds of boxes and books filling the shelves; and a bedroom with a closet and an ensuite bathroom.  Janis spends hours digging through Veronica Sawyer's things. She confirms her theory about the boyfriend when she opens the closet to see half of it filled with male clothes, she also finds a bathroom cabinet overflowing with prescription drugs, a pantry full of really good snacks, and most importantly, one box under Veronica's queen-sized bed filled to the brim with documents.

When Damian calls her, Janis is sitting on the living room floor with papers, photos, and credit cards scattered in front of her; an open bag of chips on her lap, and a random news channel as background noise.

"Hey, have you found anything about your doppelganger yet?" he asks.

"A lot, actually," Janis answers. "Her credit is maxed, but she's got a nice house, and her boyfriend Jason is out of town for the weekend."

"Well, unfortunately, your girlfriend is in town," he tells her. "And she is pissed."

"Shit. Did she go to your house?"

"Yes, she was looking for you. And for her coke."

"Fucking bitch... Are you ok?" she asks "Did that crazy bitch do anything to you?"

"I'm fine," he says. "And don't worry, she didn't take the coke,"

"Great. Speaking of which, did you-"

"Yes, I tried selling it," he says with an annoyed tone. Janis can almost hear his eyes rolling. "Philip told me it's bad quality. He can give you 10."

"Ten thousand? That's not enough!"

"For what?"

"To get out of here, Dame," she says exasperatedly. They've had this conversation before. "Set ourselves up somewhere, just the two of us."

"We can talk about this later, ok? Tell me what else you found out," he asks her. "Who exactly is Veronica Sawyer?"

"I don't know, just a girl who looks like me," she says, grabbing a paper she hadn't seen yet. "A girl with a pretty nice life."

"If it's so nice why did she kill herself?"

"CFID Financials, Financial Manager: Dennis Wallace," she reads the paper out loud, forgetting Damian remained on the phone with her.

"What?" he asks.

It's a bank statement. Janis can feel Damian's voice buzzing in her right ear, she knows he's talking to her but she doesn't pay attention to what he says. She's too focused on the words written on the paper.

"Holy shit," she whispers, more so to herself than to her younger brother.

"What is it?"

"She's got seventy-five thousand in her savings account," she tells him.

"Woah."

"It was opened three weeks ago. We could do so much stuff with this money, Damian!" Janis says. She can barely contain the excitement in her voice as her hopes for a restart get higher "We can go to Canada, or maybe somewhere warm. You can go back to drama school..."

"Janis, stop being crazy! It's only a matter of time until someone identifies the body and then it's game over," Damian says. "So you should just drop it all now.

"I'm standing outside Westerburg Station right now..."

She looks at the TV, as a middle-aged reporter from Channel 16 speaks. Janis puts the cellphone away from her ear and turns on the volume of the television.

"Last night, an unidentified woman died after falling onto the tracks. Our witnesses aren't sure how the woman came to be on the tracks or whether foul play was involved. Police have not revealed any details..."

Janis' mouth curves into a smile as puts her phone back into her ear. "Damian," she says. "I think I have an idea."

---

Damian plumps down on his couch with an exasperated sigh and stares intensely at his phone, his thumb hovering over the button.

I can't believe Janis is making me do this, he thinks.

He hesitates for a second and then makes the call.

"Hi," he says when the person on the other line picks up. "A girl killed herself at Westerburg Station last night and I think I know who she is."

"Can you give me a name?"

"Janis," he responds. "Janis Sarkisian."

#janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #Veronica Sawyer #jason dean #Heather Chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #gretchen wieners #karen smith #Regina George #cady heron #Mean Girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #heathers #heathers the musical #mean girls #janisxcady

[ferinehuntress]

◈　 ⇢  @jynxd　 ⋯　 Continued Ask

Caitlyn tried to be careful, she knew this was a difficult task for Vi in itself and one she did not want to push. But Vi had agreed, said she could handle it now. They had been working on things, and while at first Caitlyn was a little hesitant (the idea of conditioning Vi as if she was a pet dog of hers sounded wrong) she did see Vi gaining confidence. And one thing she had promised Vi was never to use this against her. It was a tool for Vi to have control, not for Caitlyn to use. She had done it once, and that was hopefully the last time she ever had to do so.

It had been a nice evening, and Caitlyn was hoping to surprise Vi with dinner. There was a fine dining place, with the best meats imported from Noxus that Caitlyn wanted to introduce her to. There was still so much she wanted to show, wanted her to experience. Yet the closer they got to the location, the more the upper class seemed to hiss and squeal like pigs with words meant to harm. Her eyes narrowed, but tried to maintain some kind of composure as she led Vi closer to their would-be dinner location.

However, it was all ruined by one enforcer. Caitlyn didn't even hesitate as she snapped a response back. "Watch your tongue," Caitlyn turned to look over at the enforcer. A young woman, near her age. They had gone to the enforcer academy together, always throwing insults her way. She called her a rival, but that was giving her a little too much credit. Caitlyn never saw her on her level, as she immediately took a step in front of Vi and growled toward the enforcer. "Wait a minute, wasn't that your nickname back at the academy? Trash inspector?" Caitlyn laughed with the snarky response but kept herself between Vi and the enforcer. She could hear Vi's heart pounding as she looked over her shoulder.

"Easy, love, I'm here. You're safe, I promise," Her voice was a bare whisper before turning her head back toward the enforcer. "Let's play a little game, shall we? Who's the one who always had trash duty? Who's the one who had to pick up extra shifts because she couldn't fire her rifle correctly? Who's the one who groveled at my feet asking me for advice on how to hit the target?" Caitlyn snapped back with a snarky attitude and shook her head. "You shut your mouth and keep walking before I let the others know just how you barely manage to graduate. Oh, and also," Caitlyn took a step forward and got directly in her face, glaring down toward her.

"Call my girlfriend trash again, and I'll put you in the trash bin myself," Caitlyn sneered, not letting go of Vi's hand but still keeping herself positioned in a way that the enforcer could not see or speak to her without Caitlyn's permission.

#jynxd #[ caitlyn interactions ] — the answer is here ; staring me in the face . #[ caitlyn post canon verse ] — a maverick detective . #[ panda speaks ] — tracker . #thread: just breathe

[the-young-writer-101]

Student Center Mall

Nicole rushed through the doors and bumped into a whole ass School of visiting high schoolers going opposite her. Slightly muttering, ‘Cuse me,’ she swam up their brainless stream, slingshot herself down the stairs with the railing, and finally got down the shortest two flights of stairs in the fucking world. Nicole fell in and out of each end of the tour group and blasted into the real Student Center. That’s when it got stupider.

The nauseating whiff of coffee and poop was shortly quashed by the unrelenting fundraisers. Bake sales, Pretzel sales, Gum sales, shoe sales - freaking blood sales - and if you don’t give them your money, not only are you the bad guy, but now you made an unknown nemesis – an asshole who will give you nasty looks all four years of college and not even know your name. Luckily, her thick, over-the-ear headphones gave her solace from all that was unholy, from the end of conversations to the beginning of panic attacks – from that noise. That dreadful noise haunted her nights and plagued her days. “Please help save the puppies? It’s only a dollar. We take Venmo, Paypal, Kidneys – your firstborn.” A real-life ad-blocker has never been more wanted. Nicole staggered through two more clusters of students and then saw her last obstacle. The only thing that could ruin an already bad day. The boss of a job that doesn’t even pay – her club president, Caitlyn.

“NICOLE!” She saw Caitlyn dance-speak with a freshman’s enthusiasm and a junior’s confidence. Nicole could have pretended not to have seen her – the headphones would’ve provided an easy excuse; however, Caitlyn’s original course had changed, and the B-line was too direct. Nicole sighed and knew the drill. Off came the headphones, and out came her professional, girlier voice. “OMG. Hey gurl. Howdy.” Nicole will strangle herself later.

“OMG Nicole, literally end me. I hate this school. I’ve literally been running around all day bouncing from office to office, and just when I freakin find the Dean of Students office, she’s like not even there. Literally, it’s been a whole hour. I’m just trying to get a sick note approved!”

Nicole’s speech did an audible eye roll, “Wild.”

“Isn’t it! Uh. I hope my mom can get this all sorted out. My finsta’ understand me. Ya know? Just end me.” Caty hit the whoa’, and Nicole covered a visible gag. “Anywhoose, I wanted to ask if you’ve finished the poster yet?”

The poster! Nicole totally forgot about that poster. “Yeah, the poster. It just needs a bit more polish. It’s gotta be perfect?!”

“Oh, Rad. Well, just let me get it as soon as you can. I want to get the poster up as soon as possible. Hey, did you hear about the new policy? Apparently, we have to CC all of our club emails to a bot that monitors them for suicide-y statements. The school is trying to crack down on hate speech. Like it’s not pog...”

Nicole had zoned out. She only interjected with a ‘crazy’ or ‘yikes’ every time Caty took a breath. If Caitlyn would even take a breath. To her, no one else mattered. The world revolved around her and only her. No matter where she stood, she kidnapped the air from other people’s mouths and didn’t care if they liked it. She forced Nicole to endure her presence even as Nicole just wanted to get to her destination. She looked around at all the people succeeding where she could not and wondered where their strength lay. Was it confidence? Extroversion? A bribe? No, this was something else. People avoided each other like this wasn’t an unrequited pit stop. They breezed through the student center like a stubborn leaf would fight with the pull of the wind toward the earth. Just then, Nicole watched as the Dean of Students exited her office and headed toward the bathroom. The determination, the rudeness, like a focused skater on the ice, the Dean ignored the crowd calling for her attention - she was getting to her destination. Nicole hated it, but she knew what she had to do.

“Hey, Caty, isn’t that the Dean?”

Caty’s eight-track mind flew off the channel and shifted to a different track. Her hand ended their conversation, but her mouth uttered, “Excuse me, Dean Williams. Like, a moment of your time.”

Freedom. Nicole reveled in it and understood its cost. She was an unknown nemesis to someone else. She was an asshole. Not even saying goodbye to her club president, Nicole reinserted her headphones and breezed through the rest of the student center mall with no problems. Finally, Nicole was a full-fledged student.

#student life #humor #writing

[lifegoesonevenifeverybodyisgone]

Sims Mobile Adventures. Part 12: Damian’s Dilemma

Ok maybe it will be a bit boring focusing on the interactions Dionysus has with his in laws. So anyways, I would like to tell you about Damian.

After Damian’s parents divorced, he was very much had an awkward relationship with his father and his new wife. Although he was aware that his father loved his mother and understood his mother’s infidelity, it was a bit difficult for him to process that.

His stepmother treated him adequately but it was understandable for her to be more attached to her biological children. Damian felt like his sister Vivian was the only family that got his back.

A complex formed between Damian and Cassandra‘a children, he grew to have a rivalry with Caitlyn who he believed was the favorite child.

He knew Dionysus for longer and they were closer growing up. When they turned to adults, things became more tense. Damian began to date Valentina, a local fashionista with a white jumpsuit and brown bob hair. She liked to visit the salon where his brother worked to the point of being his number one client. I guess it made sense since they worked in similar fields.

Eventually it became clear that she liked Dionysus more than a coworker. Fortunately, Dionysus so her for what she actually was…a cheater. Dionysus had a hard time telling his brother the truth since this may be too personal to him.

Damian had a hard time loving again. It hit too close to home with what happened between his parents, he was afraid that something like that would happen to him too. This concerned Victor, since Damian was supposed to be the next in line. What would happen to the family’s stability of Damian couldn’t settle down properly and start his own family?

Though Victor loved his son, they had a hard time seeing eye to eye. Though Victor tried to ease the tensions by stating that he loved his children equally and easing in Cassandra into their family, the trauma that followed Daniela loomed on their children.

After hanging out a lot with his future in laws, Dionysus came to learn a lot of things. They eventually warmed up to him but they couldn’t give away their daughter unless Dionysus satisfied one condition: a loving home.

A loving home? Dionysus was certain that he loved his fiancée with all of his heart, he didn’t care how long it took or how many times he would hangout with her family as long as he could win her hand. Isn’t his home loving enough?

Then he saw what kind of family Nikita had. The Monkhbats were not as wealthy as the descendants of Victor but they were a tight knit family. The parents Noelle and Aurelio were still crazy for each other after all their years of marriage. It resulted to a large family of 7 kids. Nikita had a wonderful relationship with all of her siblings especially to her older brother Niccolo. It was a warmth that Dionysus knew his family did not possess. (NOTE: Isn’t it interesting, League Legends hmm… why I think your sister Caitlyn might know a thing or two about it…)

So Dionysus had a talk with his father, urging him to try to reconnect with Damian.

After jamming out with his homie Nikita, Damian retired to his room.

His father then approached him and offered to coach him a thing or two about playing a guitar. Though Damian knew his guitar skills clearly outshone his father’s, hanging out with him one on one was something they haven’t done in a while.

Damian had a long heart to heart talk with his father afterwards.

Damian was living the dream and was part of a famous band called Grandma’s Basement. He flourished in his guitar hobby and maxed it out.

Though he felt like old wounds were now finally healing, a certain coworker of his mother’s came to visit his salon one day.

To the point of harassing his sister!

Enough was enough and Damian cast the man out of their home, never to be seen again.

#sims mobile

[angelltheninth]

Giving Arcane Characters Oral While They Work

Pairing: Caitlyn, Viktor, Jayce, Grayson, Marcus, Silco, Sevika x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, office sex, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, rough oral, praise

A/N: Had an idea for this while writing another fanfic. Had to write it out.

Caitlyn is very surprised when you show up in her office. It's a little late sure, but she told you she'd be staying a little longer to finish up. You're not there to tell her to go home, you're there to give her a hand.

A hand a your tongue as you kneel on the floor and watch as her eyes widen as you put your mouth on her clit, hungry for her like you haven't had her in ages. She looked at the door a little panicked for a moment before you point out how late it really is and that she could use a little stress relief. She lets you lick her clit and fuck her as you see fit while she tries to formulate a coherent though so she can get work done and then take you home to return the favor.

"What are you doing here so late darling? I already told you I'm gonna be a little longer today so please just... hey! What are you doing down there? Hold on, someone could... mnnh. Darling wait... you feel nice but this... someone could come in. You need me this bad? I'm sorry darling I didn't realize. I'll get this done quickly so I can take care of you like you deserve."

Viktor is used to this since a lot of your quickies take place in the lab. He often initiates it because he's very touch starved and gets pent up while works.

He leans against the desk, one hand keeping a firm grip in it while the other sets the pace. Occasionally he glances back at the scattered papers on the desk, his eyes scanning over them quickly before you suck harder, reminding him to pay attention to you. You need his attention and touch as much as he needs yours and he makes sure neither of you go without it for very long.

"After this we really should get back to our research darling. Your mouth feels amazing around my dick but you need to slow down, I'll still need my wits about me for later. Yes, you can cuddle me while I calm down, of course you can. And you can make use of my fingers if you wish, you know I always want to return the favor."

Try as he might Jayce can't help but let out loud moans and keep his hands on your body, where ever he can reach at the time. He has a very hard time focusing whenever you decide to have a little fun.

He'll sit in his chair, legs spread and hands on your head while looking at the board filled with papers and formulas, but his mind will be unable to make sense of any of them. He can't help but press his heels into your back, pulling you closer to him, almost fucking into your mouth as his orgasm approaches fast.

"Babe please... why now... I was close, I'm- so close to... fuck! More, come on, focus on the tip. Yes, that's it, that's my good little... ah! I can't, I can't! Make me come babe, let me see you swallow me down. Like that, just like that. Then I'll have you come up here so I can fuck your brains out like you did to me."

Grayson won't let herself be distracted easily, even if you have your head between her legs and are eating her out. But you do hear the paper crinkle when you hit a particular spot.

It's not easy for you to get her to completely let go and buck her hips in your face but you know she values hard work, and when the reward is her breathless and calling your name you better believe you're gonna put in the work. She'll be reading a report one minute and the next her breath will hitch before she gets back to it, trying to seem unbothered by what you're doing to her, the effect you both know you're having on her.

"I know you're a little inpatient here sweetie but give me just... a little more time. I just need to look ever these last few reports okay? Then we can go home all I'll take care of all your needs. Of course you can keep doing as you've been in the mean time. You want to see me lose focus, oh well now, let's see who wins then."

Marcus often calls you in his office to suck him off. He loves seeing you there under his table, on your knees and with his cock going in and out of your talented mouth.

He said before that he doesn't care if someone were to come in but with how quickly he seems to finish you get the feeling that he does. Likes to keep his cock in your mouth, or have you licking him until he's hard again. Sometimes he'll have you under his desk for his entire shift, constantly making him come and getting him horny all over again.

"That feels good sweetheart, really good. You're doing such a good job sucking me off every day. Maybe I should make that you fulltime job instead of patrol. Then we'd get to spend a lot more time with each other and not be so stressed when we go home. I like the idea too. You have more then enough qualifications to be my professional cocksucker."

Silco actually loves the idea of someone walking in while you're sucking him off. He also doesn't give you the satisfaction of even thinking you can get the better of him.

You do your job and he'll do his just fine. No matter how hard you suck him, how you lick or kiss, or moan he'll keep doing his job. Even when he comes down your throat he'll only stop for a moment to clear his head before going back to work. He's a busy man, and no matter how good of a head you give him you can't knock his smug smile off his face.

"Yes, that's good darling. You keep going now. I am affected, can't you feel my cock throbbing, pulsing in your mouth, just aching for release? You need to get me there. You want to get on my lap? Hm, maybe after I finish... work. Did that make you hot and bothered? You have much to learn about control then."

Now Sevika will rarely actually work when you're giving her oral. She might pay very little attention to what needs to get done until she's satisfied.

She doesn't need anyone else when you're there to fulfil her every need. When someone tries to interrupt she'll just glare at them and growl at then to get lost, you're busy. Sometimes she'll ask you to tongue fuck her more than once because a lot of her stress can build up in the long day.

"What's the matter sugar lips, feeling embarrassed that we're doing this here? Then you better get me off quickly. Or slow, if you don't mind being seen again that is. Just make sure that you don't stop this time."

#arcane #arcane x reader #caitlyn x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #grayson x reader #marcus x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #arcane smut #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagine #league of legends smut

[thewitnesstav]

Prologue

Ever watched the Flash Tv show ? And wanted to add your own spin on ? Oh I do . Hi am Speedy

My oc name is Charlie Walker , she was Young female working in central city until the accelerator went of , one of the few people was affected

Barry Allen Exists , but how am writing it him and Wally west are the flash

 That all ! -- Some info 

| CharlieWalker info | | E/c : Nordic Blue

    H/c: Tanned blonde Hairstyle : Androgynous Hairstyle

       |Maya Inspired style : Alternative- Punk style |

  Height ; 5’7

   Weight : 121-153 lb

     Skin color :Ivory

        Favorite Color: Maroon

        Her job before hand : computer technician

|this is the wally west am using for this story , also how am going to say how this works . Wally was visiting Barry when this happened . This is not canon to the real Tv show / doing it how I see in my head

Do you ever feel like the wind is creasing your cheek but in a fast motion? That is what she feeling right now. The figure turned her head looking out the window for a moment  “ Wow, this I can not believe how hard it's raining .” she said with a huff. As she picks up her rockstar for a moment taking a sip from it The 

thunder only got louder Charlie turned her head for a moment. “ I don't remember the weathercast saying any rain or thunder.” She remarked walking toward the window ‘’And red sky’s being one of those things either.’’ she remarked looking at the sky once more 

  in the distance Star labs accelerator had a different kind of reaction not what they would of expected out of any of this. ‘’ Was.. that lightning?’’ she questioned for a moment turning her body to the window for a moment

As she couldn’t help herself . She stood in front of the window . Now seeing the red-sky as a explosion came from the place

“ Oh my god!” Her hands flew up to her face out of fear looking at Star labs . You know that feeling when you know something hit you a minute to late ?

The faint crackling sound registers in Her mind , but didn’t have enough time to run away until the lightning slammed into her with such brute force sending her feeling into other machines

In the reflection of the broken Pc screens . Her foot twitched now in the soaking wet floor, the door swung open the screams of her co-workers filled the room “ OH MY GOD ! OH MY GOD!” They cried out running around for a moment

The fear bubbling in their chest was bigger than anything they have ever felt before in life . Someone in a panic state called 911 as a ambulance was ushered over to the university

The co-workers rushed around in a panic checking for pulse noticing as it keep going in out , as One of the male co-workers hurried out of the university picking her up as he ran out

This occurrence would change a lot of lives that fateful night

— | 9 months later .—|

“ Don’t, Do that we don’t know if she’ll wake up yet we can’t be so sure .” A voice said not before a responding tone said “ Not sure she’s been in this coma longer than we We’re Barry !” A hushed voice said.

“ Wally —“ the male voice countered back . Before the heart monitor began to spike than. Catching everyone attention “ Oh shit —“ one muttered than “ Cisco call Dr. wells now !” The worried male voice yelled

By instinct Charlie’s body pulled herself open struggling to see with such bright lights frowning a tad “ Who are you —“ She grunted out

The man with the red-hair , and the man with the brown hair man look at each other . “ Well Am wally west. You must be very confused .” He said with a soft whisper it came from the red-hair man

“ yes very ..” Charlie responded getting up , before a woman tried grabbing her to restrain her “ hey , you just woke up be careful .” The woman said , grasping her shoulders

“ you were struck by lightning indoors .” Caitlyn said the woman who held Charlie shoulders . “ Am fine really-“ her eyes glanced over at the mirror

Before noticing something different “Lightning gave me Abs..?” She said in a soft tone looking at them with a shock expression than

“Somewhat.” The man name wally replied catching Charlie attention. She looked out of place rubbing her head “ my team is probably worried about me I should—“

“ taking off so soon Ms. walker ?” Another voice approached . Charlie looked over it was none other than Harrison wells it took her off guard “ You’re..” she whispered

He nodded then “ come , we have something to discuss .” He said rolling away . Charlie follow him than

“ you were out for a long time .” Harrison said looking over at her. Charlie pulled a sweater on looking at him “ was it really that long ?” She ask

“Near to a year, so yes I would say it was a long time.” He said with a response now watching her than “ Why — why did you help me anyway?” She ask than. As Harrison came to a rolling stop

“ your friends spoke highly of you, while you were in the hospital . They beg us to help as they hospital couldn’t do anything cause you keep flatlining.” Harrison said before looking at Charlie expression

It was the look of dread , feeling her throat had dry up before clearing her throat a little “ I just never expected this to happen .”

“ neither did we .” Harrison responded before looking at her “ I-I need to inform my team it was lovely meeting you , thank you , a lot to you and your team .” She hurried out before stopping

“ can I keep this though ?” She ask pointing at the sweater. “ I— sure ..” Harrison sighed from defeat before Charlie hurried to the university after she did the team approach him

“ do you think she ..” Wally began to ask looking at Harrison , before he turned his chair “ most likely . She could be a metahuman am not sure .” He said before rolling away from the group

( hope you guys enjoyed !!

#xoc #The Flash #wally west #wally west x oc #Metahumanoc #i have no self control

[aliayildiz9]

A Clumsy Introduction

Hello my hot cupcakes! 

(Lol I’ve been watching Arcane, and Vi telling Caitlyn “You’re hot, cupcake” lives in my head rent-free now HELP, I wish I was between those two in that scene—)

Not to get sidetracked, Hi, I’m Alia! And it’s a pleasure to meet you :3 My online personality is somewhere along the lines of “aggressively wholesome” so fair warning, it gets worse from here lmao, run if you want to now. 

I thought an introduction post was necessary, otherwise knowing me, I’d never make my first post at all. My ancestors could be turning in their graves and yeeting me around in a coffin dance before I’d have the courage to finally write something and hit “post”. So ig you’ve learned 2 things abt me so far:  1. I simp over animated bisexual women  2. You’ve entered my blog now and I won’t let you leave (check your door, maybe it’s locked >:3) because my writing anxiety à la perfectionism has already stopped me from starting this project an UNCOUNTABLE number of times

Don’t believe me? Woolgathering is brought to you by the haunted souls of 14 tumblr themes and 26 articles that got trashed, fired, or banished by me to the land of Unpublished & Fuck-This-I-Can’t over the last 11 months. I made this url 11 months ago and it’s taken a whole year to finally set aside my fears and go ahead with this overdue baby called my blog. 

She’s imperfect and she’ll always be, which I realized a little late, but I hope you love her as much as I do.

“Lazy” is that favorite boomer word which old people practically bust a nut at when accusing us of it (deeply sorry for that visual btw). My client – this blog – objects to that idea >:)   

We’re not lazy. Or spoiled, or weak, or lying about mental illness. We’re the heartbreaking product of a modern world where more is possible than ever before, yet our curiosity, individuality, and self-image are systematically murdered in our childhoods and teenage years and over and over again as adults. For the first time we’re not suffering from disease, poverty, or war…. but we’re carrying generational trauma and we’re only becoming brave and sensitive enough now to admit that we’re locked up in cages of our own minds, struggling to wriggle free and pursue what lights our wings on fire. 

As kids we were all handed those wooden toys that taught us how squares go in square shaped holes and triangles go in triangle shaped holes, etc., right? If a particularly stubborn or dum-dum sibling (me LMAO) tried to force the blocks into differently shaped holes, our parents would say, “that’s not where that belongs, you’ll damage it.” So why does it come as a surprise that when the world around us has changed so much yet we’re forcibly living with the outdated rules and structures of the previous decades, we can’t be happy or satisfied despite having so much?

But old systems aren’t the only one to blame. Not a single one of you can tell me that you don’t live 100 out of 300 days in a year handcuffed to your phone or laptop, scrolling and clicking and tapping and reading and typing and watching until your soul has bled into its microchip and soldered your existence there. We don’t have unique lives anymore - everyday is the same and too many of us sleep through it, held back by ignorance, fear, doubt, anxiety, expectations, stress, responsibilities, whatever it may be. The screens dazzle and distract us from this truth long enough to forget and bury it under family vacation pictures and school trip selfies on Instagram 13 times a year that prove to others that we too, have a life.          

It’s my belief that if people could push aside the dense veil of oblivion and shame from their eyes, they would enter a state of freedom and endless possibilities. If we all dared to reflect, repair, apologize, and awaken, then we could let our deepest desires steer the boat, challenge toxic thoughts that stands in the way, and work together to make this world a beautiful place of acceptance and belonging. 

If you share my vision of a healing world, Woolgathering is for you. But even if you’re just a dreamer like me, sighing at romantic k-dramas, taking sunset and moon pictures regardless of shit camera quality, and writing limitless alternate endings to your main character story all in your head… then this blog will suit you like pandas to bamboo. 

I’ve spent 19 years feeling more alive in my daydreams than reality. This is my personal blog, a sanctuary for me to pen my thoughts, express my ideals, comfort those who are wronged for being different, and reblog lots and lots of cute cat pictures. You’ll be safe here, I promise. And if you can learn something and take it home in your heart, even better. 

That’s enough for this chaotic post. Keep collecting those cottony clouds, fellow dreamer.

Head kisses for everyone, I hope you have a nice day :))

Yours,

Alia 

<3 

#firstpost #introductory post #yallgowatcharcaneseriously #cheerstonewbeginnings #cupcakes #idkhowtodotags

[criston-cole]

Stop calling me that. My name is Caitlyn.

#arcaneedit #animationedit #arcane #vi #caitlyn kiramman #piltover's finest #userfleur #myedit #i know she called her caitlyn one other time but this hit