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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 10 · help me please😭 · So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it fo

help me please😭

So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it for. To give you a small description, it was going to be a gothic Victorian style story where readers father is a vampire hunter (a very bad one.) and when he fails to kill (character) he trades reader for his own life. So reader is basically just stuck in this massive old, gothic castle with (character) there is going to be more ofc, but first I need to decide who it’s for…

TITLE. Plucked Petals IN SHORT. Highschool love. Bestfriends to lovers, nervous teens ig– caitlyn X bestfriend!reader WLW ofc! This fanfic’s short and sweet. MODERN AU. Mostly or pretty much all of it is caitlyn’s pov D: sorry, half of it was already in her pov so I just kept on going atp. CW. caitlyn pecks you on the lipsss WC. 1,112 CR. official art [ Arcane: League of Legends ] caitlyn gif from arcanegifs on tumblr! TALKING. please send in some requests if you'd like, and make sure it's detailed. (❁´◡`❁) (in the ask me anything, I think.) Already experiencing writer's block this early that’s why it has taken me so long for anything LMAO. HAPPY NEW YEAR! & my birthday is coming up!!! Imma destroy all the cake q(≧▽≦q) PROJECT BEGUN. 1/2/2025 SEASON. i

She Loves Me.

“Caitlyn? Why’re you staring at me like that?” A light-hearted chuckle vibrated in your chest, a wide grin gracing your lips as you returned her gaze unwaveringly. Warmth and another feeling she wasn’t quite willing to name welled up in her heart, the smile that immediately appeared on her face as well by just glancing at the contagious smile that's always on your face when you’re around her. 

The air freshener plugged into your wall carried a fresh apple cinnamon scent that wafted through the atmosphere in the comfort of your bedroom. The only light in here was the dim, yellow light from your lamp on the wooden nightstand behind her. Your home was always a place of reprieve for her, a safe space to think, or maybe not even think at all. And your quiet presence next to her when she visited made it all the finer. 

Her bright blue eyes wavered when yours met her head-on; heat that threatened to spread across her cheeks was desperately and briskly quelled so she could uphold her composure in front of you. Her body, lying on her back, shifted to lay on her side, her knees pulling up a little closer to her chest, her smile passing into a faint one. 

“I've been distracted a lot, recently.” Her eyebrows vaguely pinched together, her voice low enough to be a whisper. The dull glow of your phone softly dusted your features that she'd always silently appreciate without your knowledge.

Her left hand gingerly balled up into a small fist, her slim fingers intertwined with the exceedingly familiar solace of your blanket you both laid upon– but it couldn't compare to you in those not-so-frequent moments of vulnerability, you were there to console her, a shoulder to lean on, loyalty to what currently seemed had no end. You lowered your phone to rest it onto your stomach, your other arm pulled up to rest underneath your head, ears immediately tuned in to listen to her off of just those words, both curiosity and concern were so noticeable on your face in the moment, no matter how indistinct it was, she knew you well enough to catch onto the most imperceptible alteration in your expression when it happens.

But confessions– confessions regarding her love for you, that's not platonic, best friend love. This tender sentiment she felt within was more than just that, and she was aware of that fact. It's how you'd react to it. That, and the more fear-inducing one was when she would finally tell the secret she held onto for some time now, the chance that their friendship might be tarnished- no, no, she's overthinking this.

“What's been on your mind, Caitlyn?” you muttered, shifting your body to mirror hers. You left your phone in the middle and placed it slightly lower so it was not between your guys' faces. And now that your attention was fully on her, she couldn't stop the quickening pulse of her heartbeat. Just a few inches and her fingertips could graze the smooth skin of your hand…

“Caitlyn, you're doing it again.” An intrigued scoff left your lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as the same hand she was just staring at moved up to sneak a boop to Caitlyn's nose. “Seriously?” Half-assing an eye roll in response, her small smile grew after that action. “Mhm.” You hummed matter-of-factly, your hand paused for a millisecond before it pulled away, back to where it was prior. 

“What is it?” you prodded placidly, your expression going lax by the second. She pursed her lips, her gaze drifting away from your eyes for a second. A comfortable silence befell the two of you, and you patiently waited for her to speak.

“I've been contemplating how I.. Tell someone from our school that I like them. Romantically.” The beating of her heartbeat was loud, enough for her to hear it pulsing directly against her ear drums. Do you understand now? Did you already catch on to what she was putting down? A soft, quiet exhale through your nose was the first sign of anything from you after a few seconds of stillness that felt like forever for her, an enthusiastic grin plastered on your face that felt odd. 

“Alright then, don't keep me in the dark– who is it?” Your soft-spoken words are drenched with anticipation. You moved your left arm to lean your weight onto it, your cheek resting on your shoulder. The ceiling fan hums, filling the void of silence that ensued after you spoke, eyes flitting across her visage from time to time. Caitlyn’s lashes fluttered shut, suspension boiling behind the two girls’ exteriors, soon to pour out and at long last admit to the feelings the both of you have felt together for a while now– but still blind-sided to each other’s level of affection for one another. 

She Loves Me Not.

“..Is it Maddie?” A small, hesitant voice interrupted her, the enthusiasm that radiated from you just a second ago dimmed dramatically, and her eyes flew open, moving her body to sit up. “No, not her.” Shaking her head, her right hand slowly grazed the blanket to gently place it over your left hand. “It's not her– it's…” exhaling heavily through her nose, her blue eyes that once wavered when staring into yours earlier held itself firm this time, the heat of her palm seeping into your skin. “Y/N, It’s obvious, isn’t it?” She muttered, vaguely shaking her head as she leaned in a little closer. 

Your white teeth peeked from between your lips when you slightly parted them, and her eyes flickered to it, she could see the doubt in your demeanor. “Y/N..” Both of her hands moved up to cup your face after you moved to sit up, her thumbs benevolently brushing your cheekbones. Our breaths mingle due to our proximity. “It's you.” She whispered, admiring your features beautifully accentuated by the yellow light of the lamp behind Caitlyn.

The corner of your lips quirked up and down, internally fighting the smile that desperately wanted to be freed from hearing those two special words from Caitlyn’s mouth. The same light-hearted chuckle rumbled in your chest, and the both of you smiled as the tension you both felt in that moment dissipated. “Really..?” Caitlyn nodded her head in response; your silly, dumb-founded expression brought a giggle out of her. “Yes, really, Y/N.” She erased what little space was left between you two to give you a peck on the lips, pulling away a little to look you in the eyes.

“Loved you since the beginning.”

She Loves Me.