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puppy training.

pairing: vi x sevika warnings: butch x butch, puppy play, boot grinding, pet names, sub!bottom!vi, dom!top!sevika, dirty talk and petnames MEN AND MINORS DNI!!! author's note: a little expansion on a wack drabble i posted yonks ago in a different time and era and century. anyway!!! enjoy like 1k words of vi being a pathetically horny little thing

Vi hated how often she ended up here as of late. 

How the only thing she could think of after a hard fought victory or an unfair and cheap defeat, was this. 

How through the burning haze of bruised flesh and broken this was all she could fathom as the light at the end of the tunnel. 

How all the pain and misery, all the disappointment in herself for everything she’s tried and failed just seemed to fade away when she was here.

How her world was reduced to just this one thing, a clear and simple objective that even she, as broken and downtrodden as she was, could do. 

All she had to do was shut her mouth, and be a “Good dog.”

Sevika huffs loudly, grey pupils listlessly roaming about the room as her mind swirled with thought.

So much to do now that Silco was gone, so many concerns and worries and obligations adorn her shoulders that even when the absurd weight of her prosthetic is removed, she does not feel any lighter. 

Her one remaining hand reaches up to massage her jaw, the tension so tight she feels she might shatter a tooth. Her tender movements are interrupted by a sound coming from under her, a pitiful, muffled whine that catches Sevika’s attention.

With a quirked brow, she cranes her head to the side, gazing down at the sight before her.

Vi, jacket long since discarded alongside her pants, crouches herself ever so carefully over the toe of Sevika’s boot, hips stuttering their way back and forth over well worn leather that was now stained with Vi’s arousal. 

Sevika’s lips curl into her signature gap-toothed smirk, hand brushing forward to tangle her fingers into Vi’s sweat drenched locks and take a firm hold, yanking her head back enough so the two could make eye contact.

Vi’s eyes are watery, eyelids half-lidded and her mouth hangs open as she ruts herself stupid atop Sevika’s foot. 

“Naughty little pup, aren’t you? Making so much noise, it’s like you want to get seen,” Sevika’s voice is low, controlled, equal parts teasing and commanding as she watches Vi try and gather enough brain cells to offer a response but all that comes from her parted lips is a keening groan that is lost amongst the delightfully wet sound of Vi’s leaking cunt smearing itself over her shoe. 

“Seems all your time playing lapdog to that Piltie princess did you some good, finally learned your proper place, hm?” Vi wants to hang her head, clamp her eyes shut and look away from Sevika’s piercing glare.

But the fist Sevika had formed in Vi’s hair kept her shame on full display, and the only response she could muster was a pathetic groan as Sevika arched her foot upwards, grinding it right up against Vi’s throbbing, aching bud. 

Vi struggles to bite back a loud groan, a beautiful mixture of shame and lust as the illusory figure of Caitlyn wafted through the girl’s pleasure-clouded mind. It was so vivid it was like Vi could feel her right there, those perfectly plucked brows pulled tight as she clicked through her teeth, watching this shameful display. 

And what a display it was, the imagined figure of her ex only causing Vi to grind her hips down even harder, hands darting forward to wrap around Sevika’s thick calf, clinging to it like a frightened animal.

Tears forming in the corners of glazed over eyes as her mouth droops open, unable to even talk back do anything but chase her own pleasure like a dog in heat. 

Vi can feel herself dropping lower and lower, everything in her world fading out as the only thing that crossed her mind was to press herself down onto Sevika’s boot as hard as she could, her aching clit twitching and desperate for more and more friction even if it cost Vi every ounce of dignity she could have as a bottom-feeding pugilist. 

Sevika’s face is composed, she always had that strength about her. The restraint to hold her gloating until the right moment, her taunts and sneers until they would hit tenfold and what Vi needed right now was not that, this poor pup needed some affection.

Her hand reaches out, thick fingers grasping onto Vi’s cheeks, just enough so that the chipped nails would leave gorgeous little indents on plush flesh as she forces Vi’s head up to face her. 

It’s almost intimate. Vi doesn’t want that, doesn’t want the emotions, the connection, she merely just wants to chase her high and then be tossed to the side so the tears begin to freely flow as she stares into Sevika’s unreadable gray pupils.

She whimpers, she whines, her body shivers with stimulation as her cheeks grow wetter and wetter, plush lips chapped and scared pout pathetically as Vi rolls her hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth with guttural abandon. 

“Sad little thing you are, come on now, you’re almost there, you can do it.” Vi hated how sweet Sevika sounded, how if she really, truly focused on her words, her tone, the grip on her cheeks it all seemed so kind. It made her almost feel as if what she was doing  wasn’t the lurid actions of a desperate, lonely broken woman and instead a mutual and beautiful moment between lovers.

That feeling was cut short as the palm gripping Vi’s cheeks shifted slightly so that Sevika, taking full advantage of Vi’s slack jaw could force two fingers into her mouth. 

Vi wants to gag, wants to pull away, to spit and curse but Sevika’s stare keeps her steady and just like the properly trained lap dog, she does as she is expected to do. What Sevika has trained into her. She hollows her cheeks, closes her eyes and eagerly laps her tongue over the invading digits. 

The wet sound of Vi’s lips mixed alongside the sloppy rolling of her hips would be enough to break a lesser woman but to Sevika, it’s merely a beautiful sign of just how well Vi has taken to this tutelage.

The way her cheeks hollow, the way her head rolls back and forth, spit pooling over her lips as Sevika bites back a shudder of her own as she feels Vi’s tongue caress over her calloused fingertips. 

“Come on pup, one last big push,” Sevika groans, her thick thighs spreading enough to give Vi a luxurious view of her perfect manspread. Vi lets out a strangled moan, the urge to shove her head forward and bury herself right into the core of Sevika’s heat so overwhelming that the only thing stopping her was the grip Sevika had on her tongue.

So Vi tightens her jaw, shuts her eyes and furrows her brow as she clumsily brings herself to orgasm, spasming and quivering. Her muscular thighs jittering as if she had been knocked clean out as she lets out a muffled squeal, creaming herself over Sevika’s boot before collapsing back onto the ground, stomach exposed like a submissive dog. 

Sevika looks down at Vi’s spent form, still shaking from the afterglow of her climax as she continues to leak over her thighs and onto the floor. Sevika sneers, leaning forward from her seat to drag her saliva coated fingers through the dense, unkempt hair of Vi’s bush to wipe herself clean before standing up, hovering over Vi one last time before retreating, “Keep this winning streak up, and who knows, maybe next time I’ll touch you.” 

Vi doesn’t register the words, just the dull ache between her thighs as she craves her second round. 

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HAI BADDIE I GOT TERMED ON MY OLD ACC BUT i’m BACK 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Helloo my love !! I'm not posting so much these days (life has been kicking me in the nutsack) but I still have your request in my inbox I believe and I uh. Yeahhh 🥴 that was so good I'm so sorry I don't have the time or motivation to write it

How have you been ?

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color is #4d2c0f, it's fat, full bush, folds covered in thick dark hair, spreading up into a happy trail, creams in thick gushes, clit is engorged, 1 inch long, sensitive, it squelches, it's loose needs an entire fist, it's sour and tangy.

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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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hello writers.

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that took 12 years sorry

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need gross perverted caitlyn so bad.........

Untitled (Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader)

Synopsis: uhhh gross Cait I've been promising since January, or something. Sorry. Doing my best out here. CAITLYN KIRRAMAN IS TRANS TO ME, SHE HAS A PENIS. She violates you but it's hot I swearrrr.

Content: f! reader, cnc, spitting, lots of spit, brief fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, nutting inside, sex referred to as rape, heavy degradation, praise (because she's dignified like that), hand holding, cnc again, the cnc is very heavy, seriously dead dove do not EAT, she starts off mean and gets nicer when she starts fuckin you, aftercare kinda, the aftercare is pathetic, you shld really get a better wife...its rape the kink is rape don't read it if you don't like that. not proofread

A/n: SORRY I PROMISED THIS AGES AGO AND IT'S ONLY COME OUT NOW I KNOW I KNOW I'M SORRY. I started writing this back in February and then shit got hectic and I got cheated on and just ohh my god I couldn't. But it's done now I hope it was everything yg dreamed of,,, gross Cait nation ily please don't have died on me :(

Caitlyn has missed you. She’s been out all day, getting work done, getting, frankly, incredibly pissed off. You’re all she can think about as she addresses a meeting full of idiots, as she stomps around and barks orders. Your soft body, the way you smile at her, the way you looked so cute this morning, when she got up and left the house before you woke up. You’re all she’s thinking about as she stuffs her key in the door, pushing it open roughly with her shoulder so she can see you. When she finally does you look up from your book, startled. You weren’t expecting her home quite this early. She doesn't look happy, and you slowly put your tea down on the coffee table, before sitting up against the couch. “Hi, Caitie. How was work?” 

“Shut up,” she grunts, stomping her way over to you. Then before you know what's happening she's got her weight on you, and you grunt, feeling yourself pushed back against the couch. Ah. Alright. This is what we're doing. 

“Missed you so much,” Cait all but slurs, grabbing at your shirt, long, slender fingers clumsily trying to pull it off. “Gonna rape you, okay? Gonna rape this pretty fuckin pussy.” And then she pauses, slightly, you can feel it; a nod from you, yes, Catie, you can rape me, and she's grabbing at you like it's the last chance she'll ever get. Her mouth latches onto your neck, it's less a kiss and more like she's trying to eat you alive. “Fuckin whore. Missed you so much, fuck, baby– gonna hurt you so bad.” You groan in response, squirming slightly where you've been unceremoniously slammed into the couch. She licks a stripe up your neck, and begins to pull off your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor by the couch. She smells like sweat and the last notes of your perfume, her hands are rough, her breath heavy, her muscles twitching and shaking. 

“Stupid fucking– mm,” she's too overwhelmed to insult you, so instead she just grabs your face, kissing you wet, heavy, slow. You're pretty sure you feel her spit in your mouth. One of her hands tangles in your hair, grabs a fistfull of it, and the other moves down your body, grabbing, groping, exploring. 

She pulls roughly at your hips, trying to tug you closer to her. “Come here.” She kisses you, again, licking her tongue into your mouth, everything feels vaguely sticky and wet. You pant, trying your best to process everything that's happening. “Fuck, Caitie– slow down,” “What don't you understand about shut up?” she spits, literally, leaning up over you and spitting on your chest. She gathers the saliva with the pad of her thumb and brings it down to your nipple, circling around the sensitive skin and watching as the temperature change makes it perk up. The stimulation sends tingles down your stomach and you bite your lip to suppress a whine. She groans, a sadistic sort of grin on her face, and kisses you again, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses on your face. She can taste the sweat and the makeup on your skin, it makes her dizzy. She is so, unbearably hard, and you look so good under her. 

You whine, and she pinches your nipple. “‘S gross, baby,” you're pouting, and right hand on the bible, Cait feels her heart stutter. “You don't like it?” She spits on you again, just so see that pout, saliva landing right under your eye. “Take my fuckin dick out, baby. Stop complainin. I know you like it, fuck– yeah, that's it, good girl, good baby…” The metal of her jean buttons is cool against your fingers, and you can feel warm saliva rolling down your cheekbone, to your hairline, as you pull her trousers off, palming her through her panties. She is indeed, very hard. You can feel the warm wet of her precum leaking through the fabric, and she lets out a long, low moan, pressing her face into your shoulder. And she bites, making you gasp, the sting deep in your muscle. 

“Oh you fucking bitch, what a good girl. Hmm? Does that- ohh, fuck, fuck. Let me- shit, baby. C’mere.” 

The first thing you register is her cold, harsh hands on your thighs, pressing them apart. You can feel her wedding ring on one finger, the metal digging into your warm skin, and she scoots up to get a good look at your pussy, wet and waiting for her. “Good girl,” she croons, dribbling more spit onto the sensitive skin. She presses a thumb to your clit, harsh, making you gasp and arch your back. She grins. “You gonna take it, sweetheart?” She works her length out of her pants, circling her thumb around your clit as she gets them off, a little awkwardly. You nod, and she begins to work her middle finger into your entrance, jerking off her tip in time, groaning under her breath. Her slender digits stretch you out deliciously, curling into your soft walls and making you mewl, her technique practiced and precise- she knows her girl, knows what gets you off, what makes your eyes go fuzzy and your pussy go nice and loose. She mutters something about fucking slut you don’t quite catch, and then grabs at your thighs to rest them around her hips. 

Cait presses her tip against your entrance, azure eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. “Fuck, I missed you,” she mumbles, eyes locked on your love like she’s talking right to your pussy, but her left hand dips down to entwine her fingers with yours. She squeezes, hard. And then with a groan she presses the head of her cock into your pussy, your warmth squeezing her so wonderfully tight, and she can’t help but press her weight further, burying her length in you, eyes closed in complete serenity and bliss. 

You on the other hand, are struggling. 

“Caitie- Cait,” you whine, trying to reason with her, squeezing her cool hand in your own. Her girth always stretches you out, you’d think after years with the woman it’d get easier. But no, the stretch still stings, and she still goes so deep you can feel it in your tummy, poking at your insides. She responds by rutting into you, forcing you to just take it, you both know you can. “You’re fine,” Caitlyn says almost soothingly, still pressing on your clit, she’s trying really hard not to just fuck you senseless right now. She’ll wait. And eventually you do relax, the pain subsiding to a pleasant full feeling. Immediately she’s taking the opportunity, pulling her hips back and snapping them forward again, cock bullying your newly accustomed walls, earning a lewd squelch. “Tha’s it,” She groans, beginning to fuck you properly, her weight pressing yours into the couch, sticky, hot skin smothering you. The sensation fills your tummy with warmth and you moan loudly, back arching to take her dick better. 

Cait growls into your skin, thrusting her hips hard, as if trying to get out all her frustration on you in a single round. Your walls squeeze her so good and she can hardly think straight, her head spinning, the only thoughts in her mind about pounding you, raping you, emptying her load so deep in your pussy a part of her becomes embedded in you forever and she never has to let you go. Hot, overwhelming pleasure fills your body, blooming from between your thighs all the way up to the back of your throat. “Baby- mmf, fuck,” you mewl, squeezing her waist with your thighs, which earns you a harsh slap because it slows her down and she can’t have that. Almost as an apology she shifts to kiss you, licking into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to push into hers so she can suck on it. 

The feeling is mind-numbing, and you whimper into her mouth, unable to do anything but take it, take her mouth, her dick, her treatment. She fucks at a relentless pace already, bullying your pussy and giving your clit enough attention to make you cry. The smell of sweat and sex fills the living room, your book layed neglected on a couch cushion, and the only thing you can hear is Cait groaning, muttering into your skin, and the steady plap, plap, plap sound of nasty sex. You can barely get a word in and when you do, she swallows it up greedily like it’s the only thing she's been craving. She fucks you like it’s the last chance she’ll get, like she’s been waiting, waiting to fuck you like this since the first time this morning some idiot made her jaw clench. 

“Fuck, baby, such a good whore…love this pussy, sh’takes me so well, huh? Yeah, yeah…” Cait trails off somewhat breathlessly, burying her dick so deep it makes your eyes prick up and all you can do is gasp uselessly against her lips, overwhelmed by sensations and already feeling your tummy start to clench as your orgasm approaches. Your eyes flutter, and she hisses as your left hand finds her back, raking harsh, red lines into her pale skin. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t change pace. Just pants and growls into your ear, hitting that spot so deep inside you over, and over, and over, making that knot so impossibly tight you think you might cry. 

Suddenly she changes the way she touches you, going from slow circles around your clit to fast, hard side-to-side motions. “Ah-..!” You squeal, nails digging further into her back, the unforgiving pace of it all making you writhe, making your body feel like it’s on fire. “Fuck, fuck, right there, fuck, Caittttcaitcaitcaitcait!” You babble, thighs shaking and pussy squeezing so tight around her. She groans your name with an almost predatory look in her eyes, moaning loudly when your release does come. She works you through it relentlessly, keeping up her bruising thrusts, working your clit till you stop shaking, till you moans becomes whines and then squeaks. At that point she shifts her weight, leaning over your body and pressing herself completely against you. She ruts into you, chasing her own release, teeth bared and drooling onto your shoulder, her fingers gripping onto your thigh and gripping it so hard it hurts. 

“Take it, take it, take it, take it,” she repeats like a mantra, rutting into you every time she says the words. You can feel her dick twitch, pulse against your walls- and then with a heavy groan she cums, shaky hips pressed flush against yours. Even through your hazy mind you’re lucid enough to appreciate the way it fills you up, a warm, gooey feeling you can’t get anywhere else, from anyone else. She stays pressed up against you for a few seconds while you both catch your breath, before pulling out gingerly. 

“Good girl,” she hums, pressing kisses up your shoulder to your neck, your cheeks, your mouth. She laps up any drool that wound up on your chin, hands running appreciatively over your twitchy body. “Took me so well. Such a pretty girl, hm?” One more kiss, “Sorry I spat on you.” 

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this cait smut is three fucking pages long...aughhhh

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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Guess who lied ! Again

yearning for gross cait…

((Banging pots and pans playing trumpets knocking on doors)) expect this fic by TONIGHT

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wld yg crucify me if i said "emptying her load"

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yearning for gross cait…

((Banging pots and pans playing trumpets knocking on doors)) expect this fic by TONIGHT

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Sevika’s eyes trail over your face, the black tears sliding down your temples as she continues to curl her fingers inside of you.

“Oh, poor baby,” she mocks, pressing her palm into your clit to make you cry out. Your fingers grip the bedsheets as your hips raise to meet the wonderful overstimulation. “Got all dolled up f’me and you’re already ruining it.”

You whine as one of your thighs is pushed up to your chest, leaving you more open to her. She was right though. The red lipstick you had put on was smeared over your lips and Sevika’s own, even on her cheeks, jaw and neck. You could see the trail you took, watch the kiss stains become lighter as you had made your way down her neck.

Your foundation was probably smeared on the sheets where she had pressed your face into earlier while she has buried the strap on into you with determination. One of her thicker ones, so pleasure tears had instantly filled your eyes and begun the running of your mascara.

“I’m so sorry, doll,” she coos, still mocking as a groan escapes her lips at how wonderful you felt around her fingers when she used this tone with you. The condescending timber of her words only made your cunt twitch around her digits. “You looked so fuckin’ stunning, jus’ got me all worked up.”

“Fuck,” Your jaw hangs as she presses her rough palm more against your clit. Your head tilts back and hips arch down to meet her hands. Your fingers grip the bedsheets as you do, as more stray tears stain your face in charcoal.

“Would’ve loved to fuck your eyelashes right off,” She moans as she rubs her palm against you more, curls her fingers harder into your abused g-spot. “Didn’t wear ‘em things today.”

She was right, you did not. You were going for a softer makeup so you only used mascara. Besides, if you had decided to have them on right now, they would’ve been unglued by all the crying and head pushing into the mattress she’s been causing.

“That’s it, fuck, grippin’ me so tight,” Sevika grits at feeling your pussy clench around her fingers.

She can see your breathing increase alongside the tightening of your messy pussy. Your chest heaves as your eyes flutter and roll, feeling the building orgasm creep onto you again.

Shit, was it the third? The fourth orgasm? You can’t remember, you had been drowning in the pleasure she was giving you with reckless abandon. She had eaten you out, had fucked you until you squirted around the strap that was still around her hips, still glistening with your juices.

“My pretty doll, aren’t you?” She chuckles as she feels you pulse and almost scream as another orgasm washes over you.

Your body trembles, thighs quivering as she continues to finger your pulsing cunt. As her palm still circles harshly against your spent clit. It makes you whine as your orgasm washes over you, as your eyes blank and there’s a sheen of unshed tears that finally slide down your temples and join the moisture at your hairline.

“Yeah, baby,” Sevika coos and leans down to kiss your exposed throat, which you always show off when you cum. Her canines nip at your skin and buries her nose into your pulse beneath your ear to grunt into you. “My pretty doll.”

“Yours,” you finally manage to breathe after catching your breath. You groan as she slips her fingers from you only to replace them with her strap on.

You’re so wet, so open and still twitching but her dick slides into you wish such ease. You moan softly but a pout settles on your lips, “Vika —“

“Shh, let me have you again,” She licks her lips as she settles the toy into you completely, as she grinds against your cunt to alleviate the throb of her clit. “C’mon, gimme another.”

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I got cheated on I'm not dead but I'm not writing

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guys its finally fucking out.

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Extraordinary Girl...(Caitlyn x Vi)

Synopsis: part one of several, highschool au Caitvi. Richgirl bassist Cait meets drummer Vi- chaos ensues.

Content: highschool au, band au, Maddie Nolan tw, probably slight mischaracterisation bc 1) they're like 16 here and 2) I bet doing that, swearing probably. No major content warnings

A/n: this took FUCK OFF AGES 2 get out I'm so so sorry omg. Not very good but like is any of my writing? no smut this time sorry team, smut is coming, later, I promise. love me a slowburn unfortunately. I am open 2 criticism but please please be kind productive and thoughtful<3 enjoy

Caitlyn Kiramman. 

That’s not a name anyone thought might be on the roll of a public school, and a public school is never a place she thought she’d find herself. But she’s here- in her year advisor’s office, it smells like plastic and cheap carpet, and she’s looking at a shitty computer, with a list of subjects to select. Extracurriculars? Her fingers drum against her bicep, and she frowns. Agriculture, hospitality, industrial technologies…isn’t that what maids are for? Curse that fight with her mother that landed her here, this was a punishment. And now she has to deal with it. 

“Legal studies,” she decides, her voice short and curt. Mr Scott nods, taking note of that. “And music, I suppose.” “You play?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, a friendly sort of smile on his face that makes her frown. “Yeah,” she shifts her weight to the other foot, “piano. And bass.” 

And that was all it took to find herself here. Sat in the back of a music classroom, lined with plastic keyboards, next to 20 odd classmates she doesn’t know who are talking too loudly, who smell bad, who are vaping. She’s uncomfortable, it’s stuffy and loud and entirely unprofessional in here. This teacher (Mrs Jay, if she remembers correctly) is struggling to get control of the class, and she supposes it’s the middle of the day, but that’s hardly an excuse. It’s her one job. Cait’s pulled out of her thoughts when a pink-haired, muscular girl takes the seat behind her, glancing her way but not saying anything. She answers to Violet when the roll is called, she smells like wood oil. Caitlyn shifts a little further into her side of the desk. 

“You new here?” 

Her voice sounds warm, friendly. Cait jumps slightly, not expecting to be addressed, but offers a tight, polite smile. “I am, yeah. Caitlyn Kiramman. You're…Violet?” 

“Vi,” she's corrected. “You play an instrument, or?” 

Cait's eyes flick to the cheap pianos, and she nods. “Yeah. Bass. Yourself?” “I’d like to learn drums,” Vi replies, leaning back a bit in her seat; she’s obviously talkative, which makes Cait frown a bit, again. Not that there’s anyone not talking in this classroom, but still. “But I don’t have a kit, and I’ve never really tried before. I’m sure it can’t be hard. Hit some sticks, kick a drum…y'know?” 

“...yeah, sure,” Cait nods slowly, turning herself back to face the whiteboard. Vi frowns but doesn’t say anything, taking the hint. Clearly not friendly. They sit in silence for the majority of the lesson, Caitlyn diligently taking notes and Vi’s workbook a little messier. The period’s coming to an end and they both start to pack up, Mrs Jay calling to get the attention of the class. 

“Oh,” she waits until most of the students are looking up at her, before continuing. “Next lesson I’ll need you to get into groups, find yourself a band to learn a rock song with. Drummer, guitarist, bassist, singer. If there’s issues we’ll sort them out tomorrow. Enjoy your lunch, everyone!” 

-

The bell rings and the sound of chatter and chairs scraping fills the room, and Cait walks out to break, wandering a little aimlessly. Nowhere to really go, she finds herself tucked in the corner of a library with her laptop. Rock song, huh? The girl supposes she should look for one, so she opens Spotify, scrolling through a generic playlist she found. She lands on Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits, not really rock, but, she's sure it will do. She definitely won't be learning anything heavy metal, that's for sure. And with the song tucked away in a little corner of her mind she moves on, deciding she'll find someone nice and quiet to play with, get the A, and go home. 

-

This does not happen. 

-

“So, you wanna work together or what?” Vi asks, leaning back in her chair and peering at Caitlyn. She's drawn all over her arm in sharpie today, mechanical symbols and cogs and gears, and she’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday. “Um..” Cait purses her lips, nodding out of obligation more than anything, she doesn't wanna seem snobby. “Yeah, sure. Did you have a song in mind?” “I don't know. Something by Greenday?” She shrugs, and there's more nodding on Caitlyn's part, considering that. “Right.” 

Vi isn’t sure how she managed it. But she ended up sat at a drumkit, a pretty girl on bass and a pretty girl on guitar, looking at a drum tab for Extraordinary Girl. Maybe she was a saint in a past life. Their guitarist, a short, redheaded girl who introduced herself as Maddie, is chatting up Caitlyn while they tune their instruments, and Vi watches with a soft grin. She fiddles with the drumkit, pressing her foot against the pedal of the kick drum rhythmically, tapping a stick on the snare; she watches Cait’s furrowed brow as she turns the tuning pegs carefully, and Maddie's soft smile as she looks at the blue-haired girl, too. 

“Vi?” Cait looks up, absent-mindedly tapping her fingers against the muted strings of her bass. “Can you give us a beat?” 

She hums, and begins to play- slowly, eyes flicking between the sheet music and the instrument. Drum tabs aren’t hard to read, but this is her first time trying, she’s kind of winging it; her big eyes narrowed into a focused sort of frown, movements careful, deliberate. She’s allowed maybe fifteen seconds before she’s stopped with a huff from the English woman, who puts her bass down dramatically, standing up. 

“You need a metronome,” she decides out loud, her voice quick, annoyed. Vi blinks. What? Sure, she’s not Tré Coo, she doesn’t know the song yet, she’s not gonna be perfect. But she didn’t think she was that bad. She opens her mouth to protest, but Cait is already grabbing her drumsticks, confiscating them. 

What a fucking snob. 

“I don’t need a metronome, give those back,” Vi argues, reaching out to try and grab the sticks. Her fist closes around air, and she groans. “Excuse you. Not everyone’s perfect, y'know.” “I am not perfect! Just- you need to set a solid beat, or we can’t play,” she exclaims, and fishes her phone out of her bag, opening up youtube to find a track for her. She then gives the drumsticks back, Maddie snickers softly, the soft sound of her fiddling with the guitar the only pleasant thing in the atmosphere. Vi goes a bit pink, muttering a quiet thanks and trying again. 

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need that gross cait IMMEDIATELY. im feral

Guys she's coming she's just a little slow:(