I use they/it/xe, and identify as gender apathetic. I’m lesbian && gynosexual, I’m also autistic & physically disabled so my main blog focus may change regularly, and I may go inactive for periods of time. I post when I have the energy.
I also have (medically recognised, not diagnosed) BPD which I’m on medication for, so I might post about that sometimes. (<- also might go a bit insane about my fp.. maybe..). also, anti c aam.
some of my interests consist of: arcane, she-ra, Minecraft & mcyt (Aphmau, hermitcraft, life series), horror games, horror movies, etc.
I am a catra-kin (take that as you will) and will block anyone who has a catra profile theme. I am also a non-sharing caitlyn kiramman yume and will block caitlyn-centric yume blogs. otherwise I have no dni. Interact at your own risk!
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pro-yumeship, pro-taxidermy, profic (I am not a darkshipper, just anti harassment), pro-para (I’m fully anti contact), anti-endo. I don’t think I have any others to add.
there’s something about gentle butches that makes me weak. you mean you choose to be kind?? over and over again, despite everything, you choose to be kind?? it melts my heart.
summary: You’ve come to realize that interning under your crush, famous detective Caitlyn Kiramman, isn’t as exciting as you thought it’d be. That was the case until she starts to take you seriously.
3k words
inspired by @child-of-plut0
C/w: age gap: reader: 22 Caitlyn: 31. Mentions of murder, smoking, alcohol.
“Detective Kiramman? I got your mail! Oh- and your coffee!” You knocked on her door again. You thought your internship at the Piltover Detectives Office would be filled with action and adventure, not bringing a tired, disgruntled thirty-something year old woman coffee and mail every morning. Detective Kiramman didn’t take you seriously at all. She treated you more as an assistant or a maid than her intern.
Detective Kiramman, nine years your senior, had taken you on as an intern for the summer. She was famous all over town for being that good at her job. You’ve always been infatuated with crime and detective work, so working alongside her for this long was thrilling to hear! Until you actually did, and just became her new personal assistant.
“Come in.” You hear her from the other side of the door. You open the door to find your mentor Det. Kiramman sitting at her desk smoking a cigarette. One elbow is on the desk and her hand is nestled in her disheveled hair. She did an all nighter, again. The dark circles under her eyes didn’t help you to that conclusion. She’s had those since you met her.
Her handsomeness was undeniable. Tall, statuesque, and beautiful in a sharp, elegant way. Everything about her was admirable. Her style, her demeanor, her intelligence? You’ve been obsessed since you learned who she was.
She finally looks away from whatever document she’s looking at, and takes a slow drag. “Is it black?” She motions to the coffee with her cigarette. “Yes. Just like you asked.” You set the coffee down and the mail in the growing pile. “Hey intern, tidy this place up for me.” She takes a sip of coffee. “Shit.” She mumbles after burning her tongue.
With a sigh, you get to it. If you’ve learned anything during this experience, it’s that your mentor is extremely disorganized. Yet somehow, she’s the best detective around. When you got the letter saying you were accepted for this position, you nearly fainted. “Ms. Kiramman?” She hums in response, not even bothering to turn around and look at you. “When are you going to let me uhm…you know, help, or shadow you? You know…what I came here to do?”
The detective exhales another plume of smoke. “Hm? You want to help? Alright. Come here. Give it a go.”
“Really!?” This is the first time she’s actually given you a chance. “I don’t have all the time in the world.” That’s her way of saying ‘hurry up.’ You set down the pile of discarded papers and hurry to her side. She gets out of her chair and motions to you to sit.
Her white button up is rolled to her elbows, and her tie is loosened. She’s looking at you with tired, sharp eyes. “Well?” She adjusts her stance. “Sorry. Okay.” You sit down in her chair, and feel her lean over your shoulder. “A serial killer?” You scanned the document. “Yes. He’s been at large for a little while now. He can cover his tracks too.”
She watches you diligently, waiting to hear what you have to say. “All the victims are young women, the average age is 22… students? Like me?” You look over your shoulder at her for some sort of approval. She just takes a drag. “Read the transcription of an interrogation I performed yesterday. Do you think that’s our guy?” You take the papers and read. Your mind lingers on the “our guy.” The first time she’s treated you like an equal.
“What’s your answer, intern?” You feel her hand on your shoulder. She’s making you a little nervous. “It’s not him.” You look over your shoulder at her again. She looks amused. “Clever girl. Maybe I underestimated you.” She blows a puff of smoke straight into your face. After coughing, you continue. “Uhm- thanks.” She gives a rare smile. “You’re right though. I haven’t exactly been taking you under my wing as I should. You’ll have to forgive me.” She opens her office window to filter out the smoke.
“That’s okay, ma’am!” You get up from her chair and return to the papers she wanted you to throw away. As the day goes on, she’ll sometimes engage you in whatever she’s working on, or update you on the case. She’ll ask questions to make sure you’re following, and correct you if you’re off the mark.
When you do say something smart or correct, she praises you. “Exactly. Good girl.” The way she says that doesn’t imply anything at all, but just hearing that from her lips makes you feel like squirming. The way she looks at you gives you butterflies. Her eyes are intense and grounding. “Stop getting lost in my eyes and focus.” She chides. She’s very aware of your less than secret crush.
When you’re packing up, she makes her last request for the day. “Pour me a drink before you go.”
“Yes ma’am.” You open her cabinet where she already has a stash of some favorite alcohols. As you’re pouring her a shot of whiskey, she puts out her cigarette and looks at you. “Why don’t you join me? You’re old enough, right?” Her stare is intense. Maybe she’s finally decided to take you seriously. That all starts with getting to know you of course.
“I am. I’m twenty-two.” You pour yourself a little less than her. You weren’t the best drinker quite yet.
“Twenty-two? I remember being that young…” She downs the drink with ease. “You remind me a bit of myself back then. Wide-eyed and eager to get into crime solving...” She pours herself another shot. “I remind you of yourself?” That’s maybe the best compliment you’ve ever received in your life. “Very much so. Young people are so enthusiastic. It’s almost exhausting.”
“You say that like you’re not young.”
“I’m young, but I’m not twenty two young.” What does that even mean?
“Thirty one is still young!” She sits up suddenly. “How’d you know my age?” You let that slip. “Uhm… I’ve done my own investigating about you… just to see who my mentor was. Nothing else.” That’s a horrible excuse and you know it.
“You’re quite the fangirl aren’t you? I’m not some star serenading you on stage, you know.” Her gaze softens. “I know. You’re only the best detective Piltover has ever seen! Your work has always been my inspiration.” She looks surprised. “Well I didn’t expect that. Thank you though.” There’s a small bit of color on her cheeks.
“Of course! When I got approved for this internship, I was so happy I could faint.” She scoffs. “Were you really that excited to spend your time with an old lady like me?”
“Thirty one isn’t old at all! I said that already. And yes, who wouldn’t be excited to learn from you?”
“You flatter me.” She takes her second shot. “You haven’t drank yours. Why’s that? Don’t like whiskey?” She raises one eyebrow. “No that’s not it I just… Don’t have that much drinking experience. Especially with the strong stuff.” She nods in understanding. “I see. There’s no rush.” She gets up to close the blinds. “I’ll probably be spending the night here again.” You take your shot, and make a face without meaning to. You hear Det. Kiramman chuckle at you. “You shouldn’t sleep here again.” You changed the subject.
“Why’s that? I’m a grown woman.” She turns on her record player, and a slow jazz song begins to play. “Well, you were up all night here weren’t you? Don’t you have someone to go home to?”
“No. I’m unmarried.” She lights a cigarette and takes a drag. All the while, her eyes stay on you. “Oh. Well still. You should get a good nights rest. If you work this amazingly on no sleep, I can’t even imagine how much you’d get done with rest.” She chuckles a bit at your enthusiasm. “I never thought I’d have such a dedicated fan. This profession isn’t exactly the sort to warrant that. You’re right though.” She puts on her coat and locks her cabinets. “Alright, I’ll walk you home.”
“What?”
“I had you drinking. As your mentor, it’d be irresponsible to send you on your way alone. Especially at this time of night, knowing there’s a serial killer out there who goes for your type.” Of course. It’s strictly professional. You didn’t have enough alcohol to actually get you drunk though. “Oh. Yes of course. Let me get my stuff.”
The walk home is silent except for the sound of your heels against the pavement. The city is awake, and so are the bars and clubs. The sound of live jazz bands and clapping finds its way outside to the cold night. “That sounds fun.” You say, trying to make conversation. “You think so? I’ve never been one for dancing. Especially in those flashy dresses.” She doesn’t seem like the type anyways.
“Uhm, detective?” She answers without looking at you. “Yes?”
“Can I call you Caitlyn?” She seems to think for a moment. “Hmm.. Ms. Caitlyn is fine. Detective Kiramman does get a little long. I’m still your mentor, so show some respect.” It’s a more personal than what you called her before, so that’s fine with you.
“I understand, Ms. Caitlyn.” You try and hide the giggle in your voice saying her name caused.
You got to your apartment after Caitlyn insisted taking you to your room. “Thank you for walking me home, Ms. Caitlyn.” She shakes her head. “It’s no issue. Just get some sleep and be back in the office at eight a.m. sharp. With my coffee.” She points her cigarette like it’s an order. It is. “Yes ma’am!” Caitlyn shakes her head and sighs. “You’re quite the character. Well, goodnight.” She begins to leave.
“Wait! Isn’t it dangerous for you to go home alone?” Caitlyn turns around. “I’ll be fine.” She lifts one side of her coat to reveal the gun on her hip. “Oh. Alright then. Goodnight.” After closing the door, you couldn’t help but giggle. There’s no reason you should find that attractive, but everything she did was so arousing to you. The way she barked orders to you, the way cigarettes dangled from her lips, and even the dark circles under her eyes.
The next morning, Caitlyn wasn’t in her office. Her things were, so she was somewhere in the building. You took the time to prepare her coffee, organize her papers, and sit in her chair for a moment. She really was amazing. In frames around her office were newspaper articles about her accomplishments. Catching killers, thieves of ancient relics, and busting entire drug rings.
“Morning.” The door swings open. Ms. Caitlyn looks like she just came from a meeting. The moment she closes the door, she lights a cigarette and loosens her tie. “Finally out of that stuffy room. I hate meetings.” She looks around her office, noticing the organization. “It looks nice in here for once. Thanks, doll.”
“Oh! no probl-” what did she just call you? Suddenly the room is getting very hot. You unbutton your shirt just a tad to cool off. Caitlyn’s wearing a ghost of a smile like she knows what she did to you.
“Uhm, I need to use the bathroom.”
“Okay. Go ahead.” You’re excused awkwardly to go compose yourself. When you return, she’s back in her chair, filling out documents with a pen. “So, today I’ll be interrogating another suspect.”
“Can I help?”
“I was planning on letting you listen in. You won’t be in the room with me, but you’ll be able to hear everything through a radio. I’ll be conducting the interrogation with another detective. I hope you’ll be able to observe some helpful tactics.” She paces around the room, twirling her pen. “I’m convinced this is the killer. I’ve been keeping my eye on this man for some time now, but I couldn’t find anything really substantial until last week.” She looks so passionate like this. You can’t help but admire her.
“That’s wonderful! I’m excited to listen.” She fixes her clothes and puts her cigarette out. “Well, let’s go.”
You’re escorted to a room directly behind the interrogation room. You can see the whole thing through a one way mirror, and as promised there’s a radio. Some other police and detectives are in the room with you, but similarly to Caitlyn, they don’t really acknowledge you.
The suspect is sitting inside the room alone, with a grim expression. He is scary looking. The kind of man you’d think would go after college girls in the night. Then, Caitlyn and her colleague enter. They exchange formalities, but Caitlyn seems a lot more serious than the other detective.
As the interrogation goes on, it’s clear to you what they’re doing. Caitlyn is playing the bad cop. “I have evidence against you no one can deny.” Her voice is firm and her eyes are burning. “I know you’re the one behind this. There’s no use trying to lie to me. Just say it, and this will all be over.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The man pleads. “I understand this is stressful, but we need you to be honest.” The other detective is playing the good cop. “I’m being honest!” The suspect snaps. “I don’t think you are. You were spotted with the late Ms. Samantha an hour before she died. You also lied about your whereabouts the night Ms. Williams was murdered.” Caitlyn definitely sounds a little scary. If you were the real killer under her gaze, you’d give up by now.
“I’m telling you! I’ve got nothing to do with this!”
“Hey, I honestly don’t think it’s you. Unfortunately, we have a suspect list to go through.” The other detective assures the man. “I’m getting tired of this. I’m going to the restroom.” Caitlyn leaves. The other detective begins to speak again. “I know she’s being a bit harsh right now. She can get like that when trying to crack a tough case. Just tell me your side of the story, okay?”
“It’s not me! I hated those women because they treated me so terribly! I know I have a motive, and I know my actions don’t make me look innocent! I promise it’s not me though!” The suspect is being more vulnerable now. “What do you think?” Caitlyn entered the observation room. “You’re doing great! Are you being mean on purpose?” She nods. “Yep. Allowing the suspect alone time with Detective Lanes will make me seem like the bad guy. They’re likely to build a rapport with her, and become more vulnerable. It’s a psychological tactic. Watch.”
Sure enough, the suspect is speaking more. “I was with Samantha that night. We went out drinking and I told her that I wanted more out of our relationship. She rejected me though. I was just so devastated. I loved her so much. I just hate how all these bitches think they can just throw me away after everything I do for them.” He begins to cry. “Thought so.” Caitlyn mumbles. “Killed the poor girl because she rejected him. What a sick man.”
You tell yourself getting nervous. She’s leaning over your shoulder, with one hand on the back of your chair watching the suspect. “Maybe one day, we’ll get to do interrogations like this together. When I become a real detective.” She looks down at you and smiles a real smile. “Maybe one day. That’d be nice.” You can’t help but fantasize about it. You and detective Kiramman working together to force the truth out of criminals. You and detective Kiramman pulling all nighters together trying to make sense of strange clues. You and detective Kiramman taking breaks together, where you share cigarettes and pull her in for a kiss by that damned tie. You’re brought back from your delusions by Caitlyn clearing her throat. “I hope you’re focusing on what’s in front of you right now.” She ruffles your hair. “Well, I’m going back in.”
The interview ends, and the man is put in custody. It’s around nine p.m. now. You’re meant to be home, but you wanted to check on Caitlyn. “Ms. Caitlyn?” You open her door, and she’s still there. She look pensive. “Oh, you’re still here? It’s Dangerous to go home at this hour.”
“I wanted to hear your thoughts. On the interview this afternoon.” Caitlyn sighs, and lights a cigarette.
“Well… I haven’t gone through the entire transcription yet, but from the experience alone, I can’t say for sure yet. You should get home. It’s late. Be careful alright?”
“I’ll be careful. Thanks Ms. Caitlyn.” The walk home that night is peaceful. You’re a little disappointed that she didn’t offer to walk you home again tonight. When you get home, your rotary phone is going off.
“Hello?”
“Did you make it home alright?” It’s Caitlyn.
“Ms. Caitlyn? Yes I did. Thank you for checking on me.”
“It’s nothing. I just wanted to check because I don’t know for sure if this is my actual culprit. Besides, catching one guy doesn’t mean all of them are gone.”
“Yes that’s true. Are you still at the office?”
“Yes. I’m probably going to stay all night. Brew me something strong tomorrow.”
“Yes ma’am. I’m heading to bed now then. Goodnight.”
“Take care. Goodnight.”
You feel giddy. She wanted to check on you! What a sweet gesture. She truly must care for you. What if it was more? It couldn’t be. Deciding to stop letting delusions get the best of you, you get ready for bed, and go to sleep.
When you get to the office the next day, Caitlyn is still there. She’s sleeping rather peacefully at her desk, with her cheek resting on an arm and scattered papers. She really looks to be in a deep sleep, so you decide to leave her alone. You find her trench coat on the rack and drape it over her sleeping form. She looks less serious like this. All soft and cozy.
You’ll brew her some coffee whenever she wakes up. For now, Detective Kiramman gets a break.
YUMEQNA DAY 001 ──────
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