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Got A Lil Sugar: Chapter 24

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader

Words: 4236

Synopsis: You come to a much-needed realisation about your life now; and another new face comes to town

Warnings: None

When you and Cait finally emerged from the bedroom corridor, you were blissfully following along behind Cait as she held your hand. You couldn’t control your dopey smile as Cait led you back into the living room, popped you onto the couch, and took your tea to warm back up.

The difference in your mood was definitely noticeable.

Your shoulders were no longer quite so tense; the uncertainty that had clouded your expression earlier had faded considerably, replaced by something softer and more familiar; a genuine smile spread across your cheeks, brightening your face.

The living room itself had descended into a sort of controlled chaos. Powder was sitting upside-down on the sofa across from the large one you were seated on, Ekko next to her, his arm resting over her stomach.

“You’re back,” Powder announced.

Cait picked up her own mug of tea, taking both of yours to the kitchen area and placing them in the microwave to heat up. “We weren’t gone long; we were making up your room.”

Vi smiled at you, then paused. She was clearly taking in your more relaxed expression, your at-ease posture. She glanced over to Cait, then back to you, then back to Cait.

From the kitchen, the blue-haired woman gave her Wife a small, secret wink.

Vi immediately understood, her grin widening, which she quickly hid behind her hand.

You, thankfully, missed the entire exchange. Because you were being cornered by Powder.

“Okay,” she declared, shifting into a more upright position against her boyfriend. “Now that you’ve recovered from meeting me-”

“I wasn’t recovering,” you denied.

“You absolutely were.”

Vi put in, “Powder…”

“I’m very overwhelming.”

“That’s so true,” Ekko said.

Powder gasped dramatically. “Traitor.”

A soft laugh escaped you. The nervousness from earlier hadn’t vanished entirely, but it no longer felt overwhelming.

The penthouse suddenly felt familiar again.

The introduction had happened, the scary part was over.

And now, with the initial shock behind you, you could actually focus on getting to know Vi’s little sister and her boyfriend.

Powder, meanwhile, had apparently decided she already liked you. “So, Y/N, Vi’s told us nothing useful about you.”

Vi rolled her eyes.

“Come on, spill. Tell us everything. Dogs or cats? Favourite type of cheese? Favourite ancient philosopher?”

Cait returned with your teas. Sitting down next to you on the sofa, she draped her arm around your waist, sipping her drink that was now the perfect temperature.

You took your tea from her, and inhaled slowly. “Okay… Here goes…”

“So, that went okay…” Vi smirked, climbing into bed beside you.

You stopped scrolling on your phone, your head resting against Cait’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it did?”

She leant over and kissed you. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“I went blank.”

“Only because you were surprised,” she refuted, wrapping her arm around your hips under the covers. “When you came back, you were perfect.”

“After Cait made me feel better,” you blushed.

Vi chuckled. “Tell me what she did.”

Your cheeks flushed harder. “Well… You can guess.”

“Oh, I know she made our sweet girl come, but I want to know what she did.”

You swallowed thickly. “She used her fingers.”

“Oooh, did she?” Vi started running her fingertips up your thigh, nudging your sleep shorts higher. “And that made you come?”

“She didn’t squirt, though,” Cait pouted, slipping your phone out of your hands, and putting both your and her phones on the bedside table.

Vi tutted playfully. “Naughty girl. You know you’re supposed to soak our hands.”

“Should we make her do it now, Violet?” Cait asked, shifting next to you and starting to place kisses along your shoulder and neck.

The butch hummed. “I think our girl needs some more practice with the strap. If she’s good and makes me cum, she can have her turn. Otherwise…”

Cait chuckled. “Otherwise she doesn’t get to cum tonight? Oh, I like that.”

You whimpered. “Wait, that’s not fair. I’m still learning!”

Vi slipped out of the bed and headed over to the toy box. Cait slipped her hand around your throat, tugging on your ear lobe with her teeth.

“Well, this will be a good motivation for you, won’t it? Now, come on, darling; time to practice.”

The shopping trip had been your idea, as you were finding that you desperately needed new clothes.

You had planned the afternoon with Mel a week ago, before you knew of Powder’s and Ekko’s visit – or even existence. You’d asked Cait and Vi that morning what you should do about it, as you weren’t sure what the plan was now that you had visitors.

But they had told you to go. Cait was going to work from home for the morning, just to tidy things up so she could have a few days off at such short notice, and Vi was going to take your guests out for the day until Cait was free to join them. You were welcome to tag along after your shopping spree, but the three of you knew you would most likely wait for them all to come home. You would have dinner ready for them when they did, which Cait and Vi were fine with.

Which was how you found yourself standing in the middle of a private dressing room in an expensive lingerie shop while the fitter measured you from various angles.

You glared at yourself in the mirror and sighed dramatically. “I can’t believe I’ve actually put on so much weight that I need new bras,” you grumbled. “Bras are supposed to survive anything!”

Mel looked up from her phone. “What are you talking about, ‘so much weight’?” She looked over your body intensely. “Angel, you don’t look any different.”

You shook your head and cried, “Tell that to everything I own! Tops, jeans, dresses... And now my bras!” You looked down at the peach-coloured garment currently preserving your modesty. “This was my favourite bra, I’ve had it years.”

The assistant smiled at you cheekily. “I can tell.” She tucked her measuring tape into her pocket. “You’ve gone up one band and two cup sizes. I’ll go get some options for you.”

You gawked at the lady as she stepped out of the dressing room, discreetly closing the door behind her.

“A band and two cups?” you gaped, staring down at your chest.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” your friend joked.

You glared at her. “The straps aren’t real, Mel.”

“Unfortunately for you.” She smirked back at you. “What do Cait and Vi say about your...” her eyes trailed down to your chest, “New offerings?”

You frowned. “Nothing, not one word! The traitors! Two cup sizes is definitely noticeable!”

But she just chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect them to complain about their girlfriend’s growing breasts and bum. You seriously expected them to criticise your body for minute changes when they’re both helplessly in love with you? They might as well complain about their steaks being too juicy. Your ass looks fantastic, by the way.”

“Nothing fits me anymore. I liked my old clothes.”

“You can still wear most of your old clothes, you never really wore anything skin-tight.”

“Not comfortably.”

Mel placed her hand on your arm. “Angel, I’ve never seen you happier or healthier, and we’ve known each other since pre-school.”

You looked back at her face, your eyes feeling a little damp.

“You’re healthy; you’re eating better; you’re not constantly stuck in fight-or-flight; you’re getting better rest… You’re actually able to enjoy your life now. Changes to your body are perfectly normal in those circumstances. Cait and Vi know all this, and I can guarantee that they do not care. At all.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Mel smiled. “And for what it’s worth, it genuinely isn’t noticeable. I had no idea until you told me.”

You blinked away some tears. “Really?”

“Really.”

The frustration you’d been carrying all afternoon eased. Not completely, as you still needed a lot of new clothes. But perhaps the situation wasn’t quite as catastrophic as you’d been making out.

By the time you returned to the penthouse that evening, you were carrying enough shopping bags to suggest you had personally attempted to stimulate Piltover’s economy.

The afternoon with Mel had been expensive. Not outrageously expensive – at least not by Cait's and Vi's standards – but certainly more expensive than you were accustomed to spending on yourself in one afternoon. There were several new bras and dozens of pairs of underwear in various styles; jeans; tops; dresses and skirts; and various other items Mel had steadily piled into your arms.

The lift finally deposited you at the penthouse floor, and you made your way through the living space, shopping bags bumping gently against your legs. Your home was empty as you crossed through to the bedroom corridor, dropping off all your bags in the main bedroom.

You freshened up in the bathroom, then headed back out to start preparing a lasagne for dinner for everyone.

Soft classical music filled the kitchen when the elevator dinged from the entryway, announcing everyone’s return. Although Vi’s and Powder’s loud and excitable voices did that first.

“Y/N? We’re home!” Vi called.

“In here!” you returned, turning off the heat under the pan of meat sauce that had been slowly simmering away.

Bodies turned the corner from the entryway corridor, and the penthouse suddenly burst with life.

Something you were still getting used to.

“Hi, darling,” Cait cooed softly, coming over to you and kissing the side of your head. She wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Did you have fun with Mel?”

You nodded, scooping out the first meat layer into the dish. “Uh-huh.”

She kissed your neck. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Cait noticed your short answers, but didn’t address it immediately. She kissed your shoulder again, stepping away, and heading down the corridor after Powder and Ekko who were announcing that they were going to shower before dinner.

Vi hummed happily, taking her turn to approach you. “Hmm, that buys us a little time. How are you, baby?”

“Good, good,” you said, a little distracted as you placed the dry pasta sheets onto the first layer of meat.

“Smells fantastic,” Vi complimented, wrapping her arms around you from behind. “I don’t mean the food, sweetheart,” she chuckled in your ear.

You smiled softly, your mood lifting little by little. “What did you all get up to?”

Vi started regaling you with the tails of their day and everything they did together. At one point you gave her a small mouthful of grated cheese as you sprinkled some on the layer of cheese sauce, earning a happy moan and a soft squeeze of your waist.

“Cheese tax,” she joked.

Cait came back down the corridor, changed into a soft pyjama set, her makeup removed. “Did you buy the entire shopping centre, darling?” she teased.

You grumbled as you started on the next meat layer. “No. Just a lot of it.”

They both chuckled light-heartedly as Cait started making a pitcher of fruity cocktails for everyone.

“You’re both traitors, you know.”

Your comment made them both freeze.

Cait stepped closer, the empty pitcher still in her hand. “Darling, what do you mean?”

“I’ve gained so much weight, and neither of you said a single word to me about it,” you pouted. “The bra-fitter said I’ve gone up two cups! You just let me walk around like… Like some pregnant elephant, and didn’t point out once how chubby I am now!”

To your horror, Vi started laughing. Not mockingly, or cruelly; just genuinely amused. Beside you both, Cait’s composure didn’t fare much better as she resumed making the drinks.

You looked between them. “Why are you both finding this funny? I’ve gone up a whole dress size! And my bras don’t fit now!”

Cait recovered first. “Because there wasn’t anything to say, my love.”

You stared back, hand frozen in the bag of grated cheese.

Vi’s voice was soft in your ear. “Because bodies change.”

Her answer was so simple.

Cait nodded, pouring some alcohol into the pitcher. “You’ve been eating regularly, and sleeping properly. You’re in a healthy routine; you’re not under as much stress as you were a year ago…” She shrugged lightly. “A small amount of weight gain isn’t particularly remarkable.”

Vi nodded in agreement. “Honestly, I barely noticed.”

The statement earned a look of betrayal.

“You ‘barely’ noticed?” you demanded.

Vi immediately realised her mistake. “No, no-”

“Meaning you did notice.”

She squeezed you a little. “I mean, I noticed your tits bounce a little more when we fuck you, and your ass has a little more jiggle when we spank it-”

“Vi!”

“I noticed you looked happy.”

You paused.

Vi shrugged, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I noticed you have more energy. And I noticed you smile a lot more now.”

Your eyes became wet for the second time that day. You sniffled a little, lifting your chin. “Okay, you’re both forgiven.”

That only made them laugh harder, but you let them.

Your body had changed a little, but that was okay. It was just another part of moving forward.

The next few days passed far more easily than you had expected.

Once the shock of Powder and Ekko’s arrival had worn off and you were more accustomed to their chaotic energy, life in the penthouse settled into a new rhythm. A louder rhythm, certainly, but not an unpleasant one.

Powder seemed physically incapable of existing quietly. She drifted through the penthouse like a small hurricane, somehow managing to be everywhere at once. One morning you came into the kitchen to find Powder perched on the counter, stealing fruit from a bowl while Vi complained that normal people used chairs. Another afternoon you discovered the two sisters engaged in an increasingly ridiculous competition to determine who could balance the most objects on their head.

The current record holder was, apparently, Ekko.

Nobody seemed happy about this.

Evenings were spent together. Sometimes you all watched films. Sometimes you played board games that inevitably devolved into accusations of cheating; Cait informed you that Monopoly had long-since been banded in the Lanes household as games tended to end abruptly in physical fights between players. Once, Powder and Vi spent nearly an hour arguing over a childhood story, each insisting the other had remembered it incorrectly, whilst Ekko supplied increasingly unhelpful commentary from the sidelines.

Through it all, Cait watched with the familiar amusement of someone who had long ago accepted that the sisters were fundamentally incapable of behaving normally around one another.

You found yourself watching, too. Not with the uncomfortable ache you had felt on that first night.

Not anymore.

Instead, you found yourself slowly becoming part of things. Slowly getting more involved, slowly getting a little closer.

Powder made that process surprisingly easy.

She had all the subtlety of a charging rhino and approximately the same respect for personal space, but she was also relentlessly welcoming. Within two days she was treating you as if she’d known you for years, dragging you into conversations, asking questions about your hobbies, and occasionally appearing beside you without warning simply to share whatever thought had most recently entered her head.

Somehow, despite the chaos, it was difficult not to like her.

The biggest surprise, however, was seeing Vi as a sister.

You had only known Vi as a Sugar Mommy, as Cait’s Wife, and only more recently as a girlfriend. This confident, occasionally reckless woman who threw herself into life with both fists swinging.

But around Powder, there were glimpses of something younger. Softer.

She still teased relentlessly, of course. That would never change.

Yet there was also a fierce tenderness there. A protectiveness that seemed instinctive. The sort of love that had been built over years of scraped knees, shared bedrooms, inside jokes, and surviving difficult things together.

It was beautiful to watch. And a little bittersweet, as it only reinforced how fucked up your own upbringing had been. Cait was the sole only-child between the three of you, but you might as well have been too.

Still, you found yourself smiling more often than not.

The penthouse felt fuller.

And you were learning that that was… Good.

It was on the fifth day that Vi’s phone rang shortly after dinner.

She shot up off the sofa, a grin spreading across her face. “Yes! He’s here!”

Powder immediately sat upright. “Hell yeah!”

The two of them practically launched themselves toward the entryway corridor.

You blinked, but didn’t panic. You knew who this was, you knew what was about to happen.

“Vander!” both sisters cried simultaneously.

The voice that answered was deep enough to seem to vibrate through the walls. “Easy there, you little gremlins, I’m here.”

You followed Cait’s lead and stood up off the couch, nervously squeezing her hand as you, her, and Ekko headed a little closer to the entryway.

And you immediately froze.

The man standing in the doorway was enormous. Not merely tall… Enormous.

Standing about 6’3” tall, the man’s broad shoulders filled the space in the corridor. His arms looked like he could break concrete with ease. He had a thick beard threaded with grey and the sort of weathered face that suggested a lifetime of hard work.

Then the giant laughed, and the entire impression changed.

The sound was warm and gentle. Comforting.

Powder was already wrapped under one of his arms, Vi on his other side.

“You took forever,” the elder sister grumbled.

“I just drove three hours, drop the attitude,” he teased, ruffling Powder’s hair, earning immediate protests.

You watched the exchange carefully. The ease between the guardian and his daughters was unmistakable. There was no obligation, no sense of duty. They were a family, plain and simple. The kind of family that genuinely enjoyed being around each other, and loved each other deeply.

Something you were still getting used to.

Eventually Vander's attention shifted toward the three of you standing a little further away. He managed to shrug off the two sisters, playfully ignoring their teasing protests. Vi took his bags and started heading back towards the bedrooms, and Powder ran to the kitchen to get her dad a drink.

“Cait,” he greeted warmly, pulling her into a hug.

“Hello, Vander,” she replied with just as much affection for her father-in-law.

Vander released Cait, then turned to Ekko. They embraced tightly, patting each other’s backs as men often did.

Then his attention turned to you.

Immediately, every nervous instinct in your body activated.

“Well,” he said kindly, “You must be Y/N.”

You swallowed, and spoke politely, “Good evening, sir.”

Beside you, Cait was visibly trying not to smile.

Vander offered his hand; you shook it. Rather, your hand disappeared into his.

“Nice to finally meet you.” His smile widened slightly. “I’ve heard good things.”

By bedtime that evening, it was impossible not to notice how deeply these people loved one another. The way Vander automatically checked that everyone had eaten enough dinner before accepting a plate from Powder. The way Vi and Powder still bickered constantly but gravitated toward him. The way Ekko slipped effortlessly into the family dynamic despite not sharing their surname. The way Cait smiled whenever she watched them.

It wasn’t perfect; no family was.

They interrupted each other, argued, teased mercilessly, created noise wherever they went.

Yet beneath all of it sat something solid, and unshakeable.

Love.

It didn’t need to be earned. It wasn’t withheld as punishment. It wasn’t used a tool to manipulate each other.

It was the kind that existed even when people were annoying, or when they disagreed.

As you sat on the sofa, curled against Cait in what had become your preferred spot since your guests’ arrival, watching another ridiculous argument unfold, you found yourself studying Vander. Watching the way he laughed, the way he listened, the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at his children.

Children. Not biological, not by blood. Yet unquestionably his.

The thought lodged itself somewhere deep in your chest.

Because for the first time, you were seeing a father who didn’t rule through fear, or pain.

He was a parent whose presence made his family feel safer, not smaller. A man who had somehow raised two fiercely loving adults despite everything life had thrown at them. And as Vander reached over to steal a cookie from Vi’s plate – promptly earning a cry of betrayal from his eldest daughter – you found yourself smiling.

Family was… Good.

The penthouse was quiet that morning.

The city beyond the wall-to-ceiling windows was only just beginning to wake, the pale grey light of early morning stretching across the skyline. You padded down the corridor from the bedrooms towards the living area, still rubbing your eyes tiredly.

It was a little earlier than the three of you would normally rise, but you knew that trying to sneak those last 30 minutes would do more harm than good.

You rounded the corner, and jumped in surprise.

Vander sat at the kitchen counter, reading a newspaper as he sipped his black coffee. He looked up when he heard your soft squeak. “Morning, Y/N. Didn’t expect anyone else up this early. Vi said you normally wake up together?”

You recovered, trying to get your heart to slow down. “Good morning, sir-”

He smiled softly, shaking his hand a little. “You don’t need to call me ‘sir’, sweetheart.”

You ducked your head, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s just…”

“Force of habit?” he asked, his tone a little sad.

You headed into the kitchen area, looking at him from across the counter. “Yes. And yes, we’re normally up together. But I was already awake, and trying to sneak a little longer would make me more tired. So I thought I’d just start breakfast.”

“I was going to take everyone out this morning. My treat? Saves someone cooking, and we can all have what we want?”

You smiled. “Thank you, si—Vander. Thank you, Vander.”

You made a cup of tea, and sat on the stool next to him at the counter.

For a minute, neither of you spoke. But the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Just peaceful, both of you enjoying the quiet of the morning.

Eventually, Vander wrapped both hands around his coffee mug and looked at you. “Mind if I ask you something?”

You turned your head. “Sure?”

His expression grew a little more serious. “Vi’s told me about the lawsuit.”

You immediately knew where this conversation was heading.

You nodded slowly. “Oh.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Vander sighed. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” His fingers traced the side of his mug. “But I wanted to tell you something.”

You waited, your heart starting to pound.

Vander shook his head slightly. “I’m a parent. But every time I hear another piece of that story, I just don’t understand how anyone could treat their child that way.”

You looked down at your tea.

The familiar discomfort surfaced immediately: the instinct to minimise, to explain everything away, to make it all sound less awful than it was.

Vander must have recognised the expression because he spoke again before you could. “No. Don’t do that. I’m serious, Y/N.”

You blinked.

His voice remained calm. “When Vi and Powder were little, there were days they drove me absolutely insane.”

That earned the faintest smile. “I can believe that.”

“Well, you should.” His eyes twinkled briefly. “They were menaces. But there was never a day – a second – when I stopped loving them.”

The words landed harder than you expected.

Because they were so simple.

And yet they described something you had never truly experienced. Your parents’ love had always been conditional, if they had ever even loved you at all. After all, you had no positive memories of them.

Vander looked down into his coffee, consciously giving you a break of eye contact. “I don’t care who my kids love. I don’t care if they make mistakes. Lord knows I’ve made enough of those. But they’re my kids. And if somebody hurt them...” his jaw tightened slightly, “I’d do whatever it took to protect them.”

You stared down at your tea, unable to meet his eyes.

Because the kindness in his voice hurt. Not in a bad way, though.

Then Vander’s voice softened even further. “What happened to you wasn’t normal, kid.”

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears. You swallowed harshly, your throat burning. “I know.”

“Good.”

Another pause.

“You deserved better.”

You inhaled sharply. You nodded. “Everyone keeps telling me that.”

“Probably because it’s true.”

A tear escaped before you could stop it, landing in your tea.

You hastily wiped more away; Vander didn’t pretend not to notice.

Eventually you managed a shaky smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back. “Anytime.”

A comfortable silence settled once more.

You thought that might be the end of it.

Then Vander gently nudged your elbow with his, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

One that looked remarkably familiar.

Oh no, you thought, that’s where Vi gets it from.

“You know…” he said casually.

You immediately became suspicious. “What?”

“If you ever decide to join Cait’s and Vi’s marriage, I’d be honoured to walk you down the aisle.”

You nearly inhaled your tea.

Buy me a coffee! 💜

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This is an awesome use of what is probably a master's degree if not a doctorate and I am 100% thrilled that she shared it even though it was embarrassing and she squeaked.

[liminalbeauty]

Thank you, adorable scientist, for making people's lives better.

[punchspeedchunk]

As an Australian, THIS WOMAN IS A FUCKING GODSEND.

[weaselle]

Californian (sup, fellow desert-havers) i've been using this since i saw it and it works so fucken good dude (i often have to put like 8 dogs in my car, so it's extra important my car isn't attempting to go super-nova when we get in)

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This is Dr Hannah Fry, the first Professor of Public Understanding of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge, she’s got a list of achievements as long as your arm, and she’s bloody brilliant!

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Why Wayne got socks in the jacuzzi

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those are his hooves you bitch

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happy 10 years of those are his hooves you bitch

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why the FUCK am i still on here

[nianeyna]

[skinny-dipping-sasquatch]

Reblog daily for health and prosperity.

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YOU

YOU HATE AI !!

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[lazylittledragon]

we accidentally invited the extended family over for christmas and this is a product of that

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This just like fixed everything. I feel merry and jolly. Everyone here looks so delicously attractive and gay it's insane ❤️❤️❤️

[stjepan-sejic]

decided to put these in a bit of a chronological order as i can’t help but form a story behind the scenes. it’s a storyteller’s habit. and yeah i do have an idea i would genuinely like to explore with gail simone as a crossover comic. 

i don’t want to be the writer for this. but at the same time i always found diving into these things and exploring the character chemistry was the best way to get an artistic feeling for it.

this is also how i usually develop my own stories.

anyhow, while many think this is me drawing some shipping, in fact this a proof of concept for an adventure story  featuring lara and diana. Gail simone at some point asked if they would kiss and i gave it some genuine thought. i am a character first kind of a writer, myself, so i contemplated this. then i decided, yes, probably.

after all, romantic subplots have been the bread and butter of adventure writing since its inception and i always liked that aspect of adventure stories.

 i hope this puts some things in context from my end XD

and while there will probably be a few more of these, there will be no nsfw pics. after all, camera pans away from indiana jones in those moments as well  XD

okay… there may be a chance of a kiss… but that’s about it.  (edit, i added the rest of them here along with the antagonist)

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just resharing cause i compiled the remaining few pics into this post as well

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Behind The Screen — streamer au! Caitlyn x Reader

Summary: You're one of the top streamers in Piltover, but when a fan comments about another streamer named Caitycat, you're drawn to the woman you've only ever seen on screen: Caitlyn Kiramman.

cw: 4K words | sfw, last scene is suggestive, streamer/modern au

cloudy.skiess Is Live: playing Overwatch until I win

“Is my mic working okay?” You adjust your headphones so your hair doesn’t tangle around the ears. You lower your head to the mic on your desk, speaking into it to test the volume as the chat starts flooding with messages. “Okay, I think you guys can hear me then.”

I MISSED YOUR LAST STREAM OMG

don’t you hate valorant??

Can you say happy birthday to my sister???

“Happy birthday cora_glitterz’s sister,” you smile, loading up the game while glancing at the comments piling in. “And no, guys, I don’t hate Valorant, okay? Valorant hates me. I swear, my teams are always bad.”

you’re literally the worst one on your team??

No your teams actually have sucked though

I’m so gay for your voice uuughhhh

You roll your eyes at your viewers’ antics. “Okay, we’re locking in. Who should I play for my first round? I think I’ll be Tracer.”

You play through rounds of the game for a while, enjoying yourself despite your low skill set. In your defense, you’re new to the game. But with your bedroom lights dimmed, an ice cold bottle of water next to you, and the amusing comments of your viewers to keep you entertained, it’s a nice way to spend a Thursday evening.

You huff out a sigh after your third round, leaning back against your chair before moving forward again to look at the chat. “I need a break,” you prop your chin up on your palm as you read through messages. “Does anyone have any questions?”

yes omg like a thousand

Do you have a gf???

Do you watch any other streamers?

You smile at the question about streamers, much preferring to talk about your chronically online habits than why your dating life. “Yeah, of course. I usually find out about new games from other streamers. I like watching getjinxed a lot, and queenofheartz. Those are probably my fav— oh! And, if you guys know Caitycat, I like her streams a lot too.”

You shrug, not thinking too much of it as you continue to search the messages for any more questions that your viewers may have. The chat, on the other hand, has different ideas.

CAITYCAT?? AS IN CAITLYN KIRAMMAN??

i love getjinxed 

Caitlyn literally watches you too omg 

ULTIMATE GAYMER DUO AHHHHH

“Oh, Caitlyn watches me too?” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, eyes widening the tiniest bit. “I didn’t know. Makes sense, though, we play a lot of the same games.”

In all honesty, you are surprised. Caitlyn Kiramman is well known in the gaming-streaming space. She’s a talented, rich, totally-hot woman that just so happens to be very gay. Of course she goes viral on the regular, bringing in more people to her streams just to win them over with the posh accent that falls from her lips. You’re one of them, admittedly. 

What? She’s funny and attractive. Who can blame you?

You’ll never confess to it on stream, though.

“Collab?” You laugh, reading aloud the spam of pleas for a collab that your chat has decided to bombard you with. “Maybe. I’m open to it. Caitlyn’s chill, I like her content a lot.”

You lean back in your chair, re-adjusting your headphones and loading up another match. “Now, let’s see if we can finally pull a win.”

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Caitycat Is Live: Valorant Stream

“Hey everyone,” Caitlyn clears her throat, running a hand through long, navy hair. Her game is already loaded up, the light of the screen reflecting in her blue eyes. “I hope everyone’s well today.”

OHMYGODS CAITLYN

You look so good omfg

isn’t this the third time you’ve streamed valorant this week?

you’re so hot i hope u don’t go bald

“You hope I don’t go bald?” Caitlyn wrinkles her nose as she reads the last comment out loud. Given her prestigious Piltover upbringing paired with her more introverted nature, she’s not used to the chronically online jokes her fans throw at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She just sighs, shaking her head and navigating the screen to character selection. “And yes, this may be my third time playing this week. But you guys don’t have to watch if you’re bored, you know. I’ll play something new next stream.”

dude ofc we’re watching hello

oooo what r u going to play???

Caitlyn marry me!!!

“I’ll probably play Minecraft or something. I don’t know, something relaxing,” Caitlyn stretches her arms out, fingers interlocked above her head. She’s like a cat stretching: lean and tall body graceful in every movement. 

You’re so pretty ugh 

you should play with cloudy.skiess!!

WAIT YESS SHE WATCHES YOU!

“cloudy.skiess?” Caitlyn questions. She’s already in the middle of a match, fingers moving quickly to throw her character into combat. She’s quick, agile: one of the many reasons why people love watching her content. “Ah, yes, I’ve seen her videos. She watches me?”

YES SHE SAID ON HER LAST LIVE!!!

Day 3 of asking for a collab!

Watch her last stream girl

“Guys,” Caitlyn complains, still laser-focused on the screen in front of her. She only breaks occasionally to glance at the chat, but otherwise, she’s completely in the zone. “I’m focusing on winning.”

Yet, when she finishes the match and glances back at the chat, her viewers still persist.

we need a caitycat and cloudy.skiess collab

CAITLYN GO WATCH HER STREAM OMG

Caitlyn sighs, already resigning herself to do as her chat is asking. “Aish, you guys don’t give up.”

With a few clicks, she opens your last stream on a separate tab on her PC. She skims through a little, scanning the comments for the timestamp that you mention her. When she arrives at it, she watches the footage of you.

“Collab?” Your laugh replays. “Maybe. I’m open to it. Caitlyn’s chill, I like her content a lot.”

Caitlyn grins, showing the gap between her front teeth. “Wow, I’m flattered. She seems cool, too. Maybe a collab isn’t too far-fetched.”

The chat promptly goes insane.

COLLAB OF THE CENTURY

My two faves collabing omg omg

Play Minecraft together!!

“Play Minecraft together,” Caitlyn huffs out an exhale as she repeats the comment, but her smile reveals her consideration of the idea. “That’s not the worst idea, actually.”

That is, until she turns back to her game. “Alright, we’re getting back to winning. Let’s get on it.”

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cloudy.skiess Is Live: Bake with me!

“I don’t know if I have baking powder, guys.” Your eyebrows furrow, hands on your hips as you look at the ingredients in front of you. “I have to check the cabinets.”

How did you accidentally grab baking soda instead of baking powder???

Babe they’re two different things

you’re a bad baker so just let me bake for you!

“I found it!” You call from off-camera, rummaging through the cabinets to grab the baking powder instead of the baking soda. 

By the time, you walk back to where your camera is set up, you’ve already measured it out into a teaspoon. “See? I’m a good baker.”

It’s not long before you’ve measured the cake batter out into the cupcake pan and stuck them in the oven. You prop your head up in your hands, reading the chat while you wait for the cupcakes to bake.

how long until they’re done?

I just got here, what flavor are you making???

ugh ur so pretty

You smile, turning back to the oven to check how much time is left. “I’m making strawberry cupcakes, and I have buttercream frosting for when they’re done. And, let’s see— ah! Nine minutes until they’re done.”

You cross back to the camera to continue reading the chat, but in the moments you’ve been looking away, your chat’s been going crazy.

OMG CAITLYN’S HERE

HI CAITLYN!!!! 

omg my favs are interacting

“Caitlyn’s here?” Your eyes widen in surprise. You read the following chat replies confirming it, but you don’t quite believe it yourself. Why would Caitlyn Kiramman be watching you?

That is: until a donation pops up from a specific chatter.

Caitycat: Donating so you can get more baking powder next time!

“Ah—“ You trail off, cheeks flushing just slightly in embarrassment. “I guess you really are here. Thank you for the donation; I love your streams.”

she’s blushing???

Gods you’re sooo cute

LMAO Caitlyn is so real for that

Another donation pops up.

Caitycat: I’ll see you around then ;)

A WINK????

Oh my gods

Guys I lowkey ship it

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cloudy.skiess and Caitycat are live: Minecraft

“Why aren’t you helping me mine?” Caitlyn complains into her mic. She’s in the middle of fighting off enemies, dodging them as she tries to mine for stones. 

A noise of protest leaves your throat. “I’m building our base!” You roll your eyes. “Without me, we’d be homeless!”

“Well, without me, you wouldn’t have any materials to build a base!”

“Not true,” you scoff, placing more torches along the walls to light up your base. “I can always cut down trees for more wood.”

“Whatever,” Caitlyn sighs in exasperation, but her stern tone is ruined by the smile playing at her lips. “You’re exhausting.”

“That’s the goal,” you smile sweetly into your camera. It’s meant to be a tease, but the chat coos over you.

Omg my dream collab is actually happening

Caitlyn’s right tho

you guys are SO cute

You gasp as night falls, jumping in your seat as you notice a zombie outside your house. “Caitlyn! You’re supposed to be defending our base!”

“I’m still mining!” Caitlyn immediately defends herself. “Gods, you expect me to do everything around here. I don’t know how you stream by yourself.”

You laugh out loud, cheerful and lighthearted. Admittedly, you’ve been laughing a lot in the hour you’ve been on this livestream. It feels nice to stream with someone else — especially someone you’ve been watching for a long time.

Unbeknownst to you, Caitlyn is having similar thoughts on her end. It had been a long day: between her mother scolding her and not getting a lot of sleep last night, she’s more than happy to be on a fun stream with someone she actually likes.

Actually likes. Only a short time of knowing you, and she’s already drawn to you. That had snuck up on her fast.

“Alright, we need a break,” you sigh, leaning back in your chair. The stream has been close to two hours now, but a little part of you doesn’t want to end it. After all, who knows if you’ll get the chance to play with Caitlyn again. “Do you guys have any questions for us.”

“A Q&A,” Caitlyn grins, glancing at the chat herself. “I’m scared to see what you all will come up with.”

ARE YOU GUYS DATING???

gay lmao

Favorite colors?

You skim through the comments, purposefully ignoring the chatters that have started to ship you and Caitlyn. The last thing you want to do is make things awkward between you, especially when you’re actually starting to feel a bond with her. “Favorite colors?” You tilt your head, answering quickly before glancing back at Caitlyn’s face cam on your computer screen. “What about you, Cait?”

“Navy,” Caitlyn lifts one shoulder. “You probably could have guessed. Although, I’ve realized we don’t know that much about each other at all.”

We’re really stating the obvious here

Favorite foods!!

what music do y’all like?

“Favorite food is definitely cupcakes.” Caitlyn mulls over her answers as she reads the comments. “And I love Seraphine.”

A huff of laughter escapes you. Cupcakes and Seraphine? Is Caitlyn going soft on you now? “I didn’t expect that.” 

“Hey,” she casts a pointed glare across the screen. “I like what I like. Just because I’m a Kiramman doesn’t mean I don’t like pop princess music.”

You lean back in your chair, thoughtful of this. It’s strange to see how much you don’t know about Caitlyn. If someone had asked you  a few days prior, it wouldn’t have been anything strange. You had, after all, been only a fan until then. But now? There’s a tiny part of you that’s bothered by any distance between this woman who’s now your peer. Sue you if you want to get to know her more.

“Have you been to her concerts?”

“Well,” Caitlyn clears her throat, bowing her head sheepishly as if she’s been caught in the act. “Yes. I might fangirl just a little.”

“Awwww,” you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “That’s cute.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks flush with pink hue. “Shut up. You’re the cute one, okay? Not me. I’m— I’m tough.”

You hope your own pink cheeks aren’t noticeable in the light of your computer screen.

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Caitycat Community Post: Livestream CANCELLED today! At a con! :)

“Excuse me,” Caitlyn politely addresses as she moves through the crowds of people gathered in the halls of the con. People are lined up to meet various streamers, play games, take photos, and celebrate together. Some recognize Caitlyn: requesting photos and autographs. She smiles graciously, posing awkwardly with a peace sign held up to fans’ cameras.

She’s not cut out to be an influencer.

Finally — finally — she reaches her destination. It’s a banner hanging on one of the columns of the hall, out of the way of most of the crowds. It’s private, but not secluded: the perfect meeting spot.

The perfect spot for meeting you.

You’ve been at the con for an hour or so, meeting mutuals and other streamers you’ve been watching for a while. It’s the first con you’ve been at as a notable streamer, and it’s been oddly endearing to meet people who consider themselves fans. You? Having fans? The thought is mind-boggling, yet flattering in its own right.

You had agreed to meet Caitlyn at the banner, and when the time comes, your stomach flips with every step you take towards the meeting spot. You’re not quite sure why. You consider Caitlyn a friend now, and you’ve interacted with her far more than some of the other people you’ve met at the con so far. And yet… 

“Hey,” Caitlyn introduces her presence with a tap on your shoulder.

Smile.

That’s the first thing you notice upon laying eyes on her. An awkward, almost shy smile with a slight gap between her front teeth. It betrays her aloof and cool facade, revealing her more introverted side within the con’s halls. Gaze drifting up, you’re met with equally piercing blue eyes, almost icy in tint, but warm nonetheless. At least, as they look at you.

Oh.

“Hi,” you return her smile, forcing your voice to disguise the feeling of your heart in your throat. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“You too,” Caitlyn tilts her head, shifting her gaze towards around the con. “We should probably get out of the crowds. Do you want to get some lunch?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you manage a nod, trying not to be too obvious with how you’re eyeing her up and down. She’s hot, okay? Who can blame you? 

By the time you’re seated across from each other at some Ionian restaurant within the con, you meet her gaze again, desperately searching your brain for any topic that isn’t about how attractive you find her. Or the tension in your recent livestreams. Whatever. “So, did you just get here?”

“Yeah,” Caitlyn scratches the back of her neck, moving her messy ponytail of dark hair. “I met some people on the way. It was a bit of a hectic morning.”

“How so?” You ask, falling into step beside her as you begin to walk through the halls of the con. It isn’t hard to fall into smooth, lighthearted conversation. It’s as if there’s no switch between livestreams and real life, like you’ve always been this close.

Caitlyn brings a hand up to rub at her temples. Her sharp facial features contort into an expression of annoyance, as if she’s just remembered something sour-tasting. “My mother was just lecturing me. She thinks I’m above streaming, even as a hobby.”

“Why?”

“Something about my position,” Caitlyn rolls her eyes as she takes a bite of her pasta. “Whatever that means. She just wants an excuse to have me follow in her footsteps.”

“Even if that’s not what you want?” You sip from your water glass, intrigued by this new side of Caitlyn. You know her relationship with her mother is strained, she’s mentioned it offhandedly a few times in the short while you’ve known her. Yet, you can sense that it’s a more serious topic for her — something closer to her heart than her usual composed, focused demeanor. 

Caitlyn’s eyes drop. Her muscles tense, shoulders stiff at the mention of her mother. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Well,” you lift one shoulder in a half shrug, flashing her a small smile across the table. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But it matters to you, so it matters to me.”

Caitlyn blinks one, straightening up in her chair. Icy blue seems to bear into your soul as she stares back at you. The music and crowd noise around you seems to dim: nothing but white noise in your ears. She stares at you wordlessly, and for a second, you think you might have gone too far. 

“Thank you,” Caitlyn murmurs, voice tinged with accent. She extends her hand just a little from where it rests on the table, enough to nudge your fingertips with her own. 

It’s your turn to fall wordless, unable to hear anything but the pounding of your own heart in your ears.

“Of course.”

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cloudy.skiess Community Post: Lives will continue tmr as usual! Last day of the con, really loved meeting you guys <3

You’ve spent every single day of the con with Caitlyn.

It’s been fun, really. You’ve never had a friend who’s also a streamer, and it’s nice to finally be able to relate to someone. For Caitlyn, someone who’s always so composed and proper, it’s been nice to see her nerdy side emerge. You’ve learned the little things about her: the little twitch in her eyebrows when she’s focusing, or fidgeting with a loose stand of hair from her ponytail when she meets another streamer she likes.

It’s endearing.

What? Who said that?

You start hanging out with her more and more throughout the three days of the convention. From spending three hours together the first day, to spending the entire second day together, then laughing in her (ginormous) hotel room at 1 AM that night. It’s not like you hadn’t known Caitlyn was cool before — you’ve always liked her vibe — but now… now, you kind of don’t want to leave her.

The third day of the convention is also the afternoon you leave. You have a train back to Piltover to catch in a few hours, and as you end your lunch with Caitlyn, you know it’s time to say goodbye.

In reality, you don’t live that far from each other. It’s only a half-hour drive, maybe, between your places. It’s just: the convention is the time when you got to know her, got to bond with her. Sue you if you want to make it last. It feels like this tiny, perfect bubble outside of your normal lives and responsibilities — a bubble where only you two exist.

Now, you wonder if you’ll ever get to be in that same bubble with her again.

“Hey, so,” Caitlyn brings a hand up to scratch the back of her neck as she stands in front of your hotel room door. You have to go back in and get your suitcase, then head to the train station. Caitlyn had opted to drop you off at your hotel room. “Get home safe, okay? Text me?”

“I will,” you swallow back a pang of disappointment. “Are you sure you have a ride home?”

“Yes, my mother sent a car for me,” Caitlyn nods, and you don’t miss the bitter edge to her voice. Oh, how she wishes she could take the train with you, but she has private cars at her whim. It’s a perk of being part of Piltover’s wealthiest families, you suppose.

You exhale, looking up at her. Damn her 6’1” height. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you later, then?”

“About that,” Caitlyn blinks suddenly, tone turning sheepish. “Um, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me on Thursday?”

“Thursday?” Your eyes widen in surprise. You hadn’t expected to see her so soon after the convention’s end, but you can’t diminish the flare of happiness inside your chest. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice.”

“But, I mean,” Caitlyn hesitates for a millisecond, a barely audible pause, before she gently takes one of your hands in her own. Your breath halts, heart stuttering in your chest. “I mean, as more than friends?” The ice blue of her eyes seems to soften, if only slightly.

As more than friends.

The words echo through your now-empty head.

“Yeah,” you repeat, eyes automatically falling to the floor from nerves. Only this time, your cheeks feel a hot, pink-tinted flush creeping up on them. “I’d like that.”

“Me too,” Caitlyn’s voice drops to a murmur. She runs her thumb over the back of your hand once, before she pulls her hand away only to bring it up to your face. She taps your chin lightly, and when you glance up at her— is that a smirk? “Don’t be shy. I like seeing your eyes.”

Well, fuck.

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Caitycat Is Live: Stardew Valley with @ cloudy.skiess

Errr hello??

why is it a black screen?

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN START UR STREAM

“Cait, we should—“ you gasp, finally managing to find your words. It’s the first time Caitlyn’s let you speak, really. She’s been far too preoccupied leaving hickeys where no one can see them.

Caitlyn runs a hand through now-messy navy locks, adjusting her hair that was perfectly neat earlier. You are the cause of her mess. “They can wait.”

“Then why’d you start—?”

“Because,” Caitlyn cuts you off with another kiss, immediately pressing you back down into silken sheets laced with the scent of her perfume. It seems like ages before she finally lets up with a final bite to your lower lip. “I can kiss my girlfriend whenever I want. That’s your reason.”

“Unfair.”

“You know you love it,” Caitlyn grins, tilting her head in a way that exposes just a little of the smugness you know she hides. Who can blame her? You’re laid out on her bed like some pretty, desperate thing, all flushed and beautiful and perfect. She lifts her knee slightly, just to drive her point home, to press against the spot that makes you keen. 

“Cait, please—“

“Nuh-uh,” Caitlyn immediately rolls off the bed and plops down in her desk chair with a huff. “If you’re going to be a brat about it, you can wait until after the stream.

“What?!” You immediately shoot up, eyes widened. “That’s not fair! You can’t just start something now and expect me to wait hours until you finish it!”

Caitlyn just spins around in her chair, cocking one eyebrow at you.

Shit. You already know you’ve lost. “Fine,” you return to your chair beside her, grumpily yanking up the hem of your sweatshirt to cover the marks Caitlyn had left. “Whatever.”

“Good,” Caitlyn hums, completely unfazed by your protests before she unmutes the chat and turns on her camera. Immediately, her demeanor changes. “Hi everyone,” she smiles at the camera, all poise and grace. You’d never know she was teasing her girlfriend to madness a minute ago. “Sorry about that. Technical difficulties.”

“Yeah, my game wasn’t starting,” you fake-excuse, smiling at Caitlyn’s camera as well. “Anyways! Long time, no see.”

It really has been a while.

You and Caitlyn had both taken the past few weeks off from streaming. It’s not that you needed a break, though it was nice, admittedly, to have your days free. It’s just: you and Caitlyn had created your own little bubble, and you haven’t felt like leaving it until now.

Dating Caitlyn has been an experience that you never want to end, never want to let go of. You spend your mornings wrapped up in her hoodies, her arms, and her warmth, and your nights end with your fingers interlaced with hers. It’s some kind of daydream come to life, and for the first time, you can picture this kind of life consuming all your days in Runeterra.

You feel Caitlyn squeeze your fingers under her desk, out of sight of the camera.

AHHH WE MISSED YOU BOTH!!!

hope u guys r doing well <3

Wait why are you guys kinda giving…

“Anyways,” Caitlyn clears her throat, opening up her computer to the game home screen. “We’re playing Stardew Valley, and someone takes forever to design her character, so we have to get started.”

“Hey!” You protest, shooting her a glare from beside her. “It’s important! Do you want me to look bad?”

“You couldn’t look bad if you tried,” Caitlyn replies smoothly, barely sparing you a glance. She’s too busy setting the game.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble under your breath because, oh, you can’t let your viewers see how flustered your girlfriend gets you. Mostly because they don’t know about your relationship. 

OOOOOO SMOOTH CAITYCAT

we know you’re a nerd Caitlyn it’s ok

No no character design IS important

“See!” You read the last message aloud triumphantly, as if proving a point to everyone watching the stream. “I have to look good, guys. You get me.”

Satisfied, you return to your character design, pausing every so often to read the chat. Mission accomplished. The live has been going a few minutes, and no one’s put too much thought into your messy appearances or why you were late to start. That is until, well— 

Are you going to put that hickey in your character design too?

You freeze, glancing at the camera reflection to see that your sweatshirt had slipped down your shoulder. Shit.

Caitlyn senses your discomfort, eyebrows furrowing as she glances at you, then the chat. “What’s wrong?” She questions, scanning the chat for ideas. You just bury your face in your palms, already knowing you’ve been exposed.

OH MY GODS

WAITTT SHE ACTUALLY HAS A HICKEY

Y’all ts is actually so gay I love it 

“Oh—“ Caitlyn blinks in surprise, then sighs and leans back in her chair, defeated. She reaches over, prying your hands from your face. “Well. We were going to have to reveal it sooner or later.”

“Yes, we’re dating,” you glare at the chat as if it’s their fault, then immediately break into a sheepish smile. It takes some weight off your shoulders: knowing you can be free with your girlfriend on camera. “And we wanted to keep it private for a little while. That’s why we both took a break.”

Caitlyn nods, letting her hand run down your back soothingly. “We know we’re streamers but we do ask for privacy on personal matters. Obviously, you all can talk about it and show support, but we will keep personal information to ourselves.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

Omgomgomg I can’t believe this is real

MY SHIP IS SAILING

omw to make an edit brb

“So,” you hold up your hand, fingers interlocked with Caitlyn’s. “Our first stream as girlfriends. Officially.”

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Caitycat Community Post: Thank you for all the support. Scrolling through fan edits, and we’re so grateful for the community we have. Sending love <3

Later that night, when your thumb hovers above the POST button on your social media, you glance at Caitlyn. “Ready?”

“I’ve always been ready,” Caitlyn smiles back at you. Her bare legs tangle with yours underneath the blankets, skin-to-skin, and you know she means it.

POST.

A single black-and-white photo of the two of you, faces hidden by sweatshirts with hoods pulled up, but obviously kissing. It’s posted on your account. Caitlyn’s tagged in the photo.

Caption: My Caity Cat 🐈‍⬛💙

Happy 1 year of Arcane!

I'm back after midterm season, my lovelies. I hope everyone is doing well and the Caitlyn nation is still alive <3

~Cherry 🍒

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Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️

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Thank you to everyone who commented in their tags or messaged me. Indeed, today is “Martin and Bosco Day”. I originally whimsically blazed this photo on 13 July 2022. I never expected Martin and Bosco to travel so far and make so many new friends. The experience has been such a gift for me.