.•♫ wasteland, baby! ♬•.

You quietly close the doors to the children's room. Once you were certain they were safely tucked in and asleep, you made your way back to the room you shared with you husband.

There was always the faint scent of bourbon in the air, an inescapable thing given that you two ran a bar together. You sink down on the mattress and let out a weary sigh, closing your eyes. A tired smile graced your face as the familiar brush of stubble and soft lips brushed against your cheek.

"Have you thought more about it?" he asks, settling down beside you.

You chewed the inside of your cheek.

"I did. I'm still not happy about it."

He nods, waiting for you to continue.

"They're still so young, Vander, and even if we do end up agreeing about it? Is it safe. What if something happens and we aren't there to help them?"

"I know they're young, and your worries are valid, love. But we can't hold them back forever. They'll be in good hands and living a better life than we can give them here," he replies.

He was thinking ahead for the future. You both want the best for your children, and what Vander was proposing would be the most favorable outcome. You couldn't help but oppose it, even if a deeper part of you agrees. As you mull over your options, the sudden image of your kids floated across your mind.

How tiny they were, swaddled in the layers of threadbare blankets, their small fingers reaching for yours. Powder's watery eyes when she wanted something and knew you would fold. Vi's subtle look to you for approval as she did her best to wrangle her rowdy siblings, especially Milo. Claggor's sweet smile as he hovers around you, always eager to help.

These images sent a sharp pang through your chest, and you found yourself suddenly consumed with a crushing dread.

"No, Vander. We can't let them go to Piltover. Absolutely not!"

You got up, throwing the blanket off. You pace in circles back and forth, shaking your head adamantly.

"No more arguments. I've made up my mind."

"Wait. You can't just give a definite no without discussing it more with me. What's changed?" now he was standing up too, wanting to understand, and you tried not to raise your voice.

It wasn't fair to get so up in arms like this, you knew. You had never believed yourself to be much of the parenting type, but ever since the kids came into your custody, you had developed a fierce protectiveness that extended beyond any realm of explanation. Was this how your parents felt when they had you? You could only hope. They weren't around to ask now, and you were determined to never let the children wonder what you are right now.

You don't remember everything you said next, but you do remember it leading to something heavier. Neither of you could separate personal feelings from the argument, and it got bad. Bad enough that it sent Powder, who had been lurking outside, straight to Vi, panicking about how,

"They're fighting, and Vander sounds so mad," she sobbed. "We're being sent away to Piltover!"

"To Piltover? Are you sure that's what you heard?" Milo scoffed.

"Yes! Why would I lie about that!" Powder shouts, on the verge of completely crumbling.

For once, he didn't have anything mean to say back.

"We could go ask them right now," Claggor suggests, even as the tremor in his voice gives away his belief in the worst.

Gathering up their courage and best brave act, the kids marched to your bedroom and let themselves in. That stopped you and Vander, and you were faced with four little faces, each one unable to look you in the face.

"What's wrong?" you asked, kneeling to be eye level with them.

"If you're going to send us away, at least let us decide where we want to go," Vi speaks. Always the leader.

You and Vander exchanged confused looks.

"We're not sending you away Vi," Vander says gently. "Why would you say that?"

In the background, Milo scowls. I told you so, his body language read.

"I heard you! Vander wants to send us to Piltover," Powder exclaims, her hand tightening in Vi's.

"We'll stop getting in so much trouble. Don't send us away," Claggor blurts out.

What? Oh, no.

You and Vander immediately gathered up the kids, two in each of your arms, and held them close. Whatever harsh words you wanted to exchange with each other could wait. Right now, the precious beings you were cradling were much more important.

"No one's going anywhere. You kids, your dad, or me. We just had to talk about something important, that's all," you explained.

"Talk about what?"

"Something that can be discussed when you're older. We want your input on it too, but it's not time yet."

"So you're not splitting up? Right?" Milo asks, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

You stifled your laugh.

"No dear, Vander and I aren't leaving you or each other anytime soon."

"Or ever," he adds, kissing you and earning a round of 'eughs' and 'bleh!'.

That's when you finally laughed.

"Ok, that's enough excitement for tonight. Everyone back to you room," you started to escort them out, but none of them budged. Not even Powder, who had let go of Vi's hand and was now standing firm on her own.

"I see how it is," you smiled. "One time only. Come here."

It was a tight fit, the six of you piled onto one bed. There were a flurries of complaints and kicking limbs, but eventually, everyone settled down. You and Vander faced each other while the children slept, sandwiched in between. Safe. Protected.

"We'll talk about it again later," you whisper. "But not tonight."

"Not right now," he agreed.

"Goodnight, Vander."

no rope, no handcuffs, no nylon

red silk ribbons adorn his wrists and ankles, contrasting the warm brown of his skin like a trail of your freshly applied lipstick

which is now making its way down the column of his throat

he needs the stability and reassurance

you're restraining his limbs, not to hinder his movement, or as a play on his autonomy, but to hold him down so you could hold him close to you and dote on him like he deserves

he's completely shameless his breathy whimpers and gasps

which is great! it's exactly what you want

you want him to feel safe enough to express himself with you, especially during such an intimate setting

he's the most beautiful canvas in the world, and you're going to turn him into your next masterpiece

he's a marked up mess by the end. lovebites litter his inner thighs and upper body, and god forbid you's skimp out on his neck

each one is a physical reminder of the message you want him to carry with him everyday

i love you, jayce talis. don't you ever forget that

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VIKTOR

mirror, mirror on the wall. who's the fairest of them all?

it's viktor

this man would be living off work if he could. he doesn't take the time necessary to just spoil himself, so you're taking matters into your own hands

quite literally

after weeks of contradicting schedules, you both have a couple nights completely free

the floor length mirror had its cloth taken off and now stands opposite your shared bed, gleaming faintly in the dim light

you'd taken off his clothes too, slowly, murmuring praises about each newly revealed part of his body

viktor isn't one to blush, but your words always make a softie out of him

you sit behind him, your legs on either side of his as you two look at your reflections. he wants to look away, but your encouragement keeps him from shying away from the revelation of his naked form

your hands find his, and as the jazz music continues its sensual crescendo, you trail them down down down, letting the tips of his fingers ghost over his skin in a featherlight caress

you're kissing his neck and telling him just how great he's doing and how gorgeous he is, and how much he deserves to see himself from your point of view (i love you chappell roan)

his head is thrown back. his soft brown locks are on your shoulders, shifting slightly with his labored breaths as he finally takes the time to love his body the way you always have, with your steady hands over his, guiding his motions and coaxing him to climax

you see now, viktor? can you see just how beautiful you are to me?

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ STEB

i'm sitting here cycling through a myriad of options for him

my first thought was hot springs, but then hmm. gross lowkey. i am a hot springs enjoyer, leave the scenic nature place alone! i berated myself

and then i moved on to a luxury bath

but then i remembered outdoor jacuzzis are a thing, and baths inside in like a house or apartment kind of became boring compared to this

so picture this: outdoor jacuzzi, secluded in the shade of your guys' garden

the giant trees sway in the wind and the sunlight filter through the leaves to create dapples that dance on both your slick skin, your hands on either side of his face as you two move in sync to the slow lapping of the water

he isn't a vocal one, but he has his tells

the way his breath hitches, the half closed eyes, the fluttering his gills when you add extra emphasis on the next roll of your hips

this man's an enforcer (unfortunate)

the stress of work often carries over to other aspects of his life, but he's been trained to remain stoic in the face of adversary

these stolen moments of intimacy are the few times he truly relaxes. be gentle and patient with him, and you'll have him beyond whipped

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VANDER

the only vanderbilt i know is vander built like the man of mine and sza's dreams

more surface area = more space to love on. btw

being a single dad most of his life is stressful, even more so when you combine it with the leadership needed to keep the lanes in order

the worship you bring him is akin to one for a wine god

you're both getting blacked out wasted

it sounds irresponsible, but hear me out

a space where he doesn't have to be the responsible, upstanding adult in the room, where he can just go buck wild and release his inhibitions? that would fuck so hard, ok

especially having you as his drinking/party buddy

the amount of dirty dancing you'd be getting into with the drinking games available would make a sailor blush

the bedroom is empty, and the commodities of the bar have found their way to this little haven

pour out a cup for this much needed reprieve

maybe upon him too while your clever tongue provides the drunken declarations of love

the only vanderbilt i know is vander built like a fucking snorlax

more surface area = more space to love on. btw

being a single dad most of his life is stressful, even more so when you combine it with the leadership needed to keep the lanes in order

the worship you bring him is akin to one for a wine god

you're both getting blacked out wasted

it sounds irresponsible, but hear me out

a space where he doesn't have to be the responsible, upstanding adult in the room, where he can just go buck wild and release his inhibitions? that would fuck so hard, ok

especially having you as his drinking/party buddy

the amount of dirty dancing you'd be getting into with the drinking games available would make a sailor blush

the bedroom is empty, and the commodities of the bar have found their way to this little haven

pour out a cup for this much needed reprieve

maybe upon him too while your clever tongue provides the drunken declarations of love

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ SILCO

it's a game of tug-of-war

silco is a drug lord and basically rules the underground. he's not relinquishing power without a fight

crafty wit? physical passion? maybe even a game of chess. you choose

the game changes every time, which he finds refreshing and mentally stimulating

it eventually gets to a point where you're finally given the reins

your neck is covered in hickeys and there are scratches down your back by the time it gets there, but they're routine by then

you didn't leave him unharmed either

you may both be panting from the adrenaline and exhilaration, but the true reward comes from the deprivation of senses you love so much

the blindfold goes over, and silco's yours for however long you want to go tonight

you worship him the same way a feral animal would

it's pure instinct and desperation and hurts so good

the consequences can be felt in full later

when you've had enough of your fun, you finally remove the blindfold and let him see the wreck he's made of you, and you of him

make sure to remind him with extra kisses to the left one that he's the apple of your eye, no matter how rotten

aftercare. duh.

he's gotten his hands on the finest creams and bath oils, so you get cleaned and patched up in luxury. rivals a piltovan spa, really

the settle down from such ferocity to something so tame is the perfect balance for your stormy relationship

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ EKKO

worshipping ekko is an event that takes place over the course of the entire day

you've planned it down to the letter

similar to vander, he's in charge of so much and takes care of so many people, so you wanted to be the one pampering him for once

breakfast is brought to him in bed, and the watching the sunrise is a relaxing start to the day

here comes a medley of dates

a walk down his favorite street and hitting the shopping district

you insist he get himself something from at least three different stores

then treating him to lunch before heading off on your hoverboards as you guys race through the sky

back home, you'd put together a skincare basket to do together. the whole routine of exfoliate, moisturize, and then the face masks

you talk about the exciting day you just had, fingers intertwined the whole time until it's time to take the masks-and clothes-off

he doesn't let himself relax often, but around you?

completely gone

you make slow, leisurely love, taking every second as a chance to appreciate him, his body, his voice and that brilliant mind of his

everything about him really

as for aftercare, you'd go to the kitchen, and cook a simple meal to enjoy together before falling asleep right in the living room, too tired to trek back to the bedroom

he's the little spoon tonight

you left no room for argument, wanting to be the one to cradle him close to you and make him feel just as safe and protected as he makes you everyday

who wants to feel babied? especially in piltover, where he had to claw his way through every step to get where he is today

he doesn't have the time to distinct between faux kindness and well-meaning intent

with time, and extra watchfullness on your part, you eventually convince him that you are genuine

he still gets huffy occasionally, but it's more lighthearted than actual complaints

you two continue your dynamic that way for a while, with you a steady warmth at his side while he slowly leans his head on your shoulder at his own pace

it all comes crashing down when his health takes a sharp turn for the worse

you noticed how pale he had become, the fervent way he works himself away in the lab, and don't even get me started on the bloodstained tissues he tries so hard to hide

You hesitated outside the door of his room, before knocking.

"Mind if I come in?"

He gave a noncommittal grunt, and you took it as a ‘yes.’ Sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed, you watched as he continued tinkering with the latest gadget in his long list of blueprints.

“Do you ever rest?”

“Do you solely speak in questions?”

Ouch. That was a little rude.

"Viktor, I'm just worried about you. Don't take your frustrations out on me. That's not fair," you replied, a bit quieter than you had intended.

"Fair? What do you know about what's fair and what's not?!" he didn't give you the chance to answer before he barreled on.

"You've spent your whole life breathing in fresh, livable air. You've never had to wake up wondering where your next meal is coming come. You know nothing of my suffering yet you act like you understand! You don't! Fine, worry about me if you want, but do it quietly and stop pestering me like I'm a child. I can take care of myself! Focus on finding your own self worth instead, dammit-!"You didn't hear the rest

You tried to hold it together, you really did. You tried to be understanding of his frustrations and his pain. You rationalized that his health was treading uncertain waters right now, so you could understand why he'd be so stressed. He was just as afraid as you are.

But rationalizing his behavior in your mind doesn't stop the pang of hurt from slowly tearing holes in your heart.

"Ok. I hear you. Ok. Ok."

You weren't sure if you were even speaking to be heard or just for the sake of a response. That dull, lifeless tone-so unlike you- must've been enough to snap him out of whatever spiral he was going down.

"Wait."

"No, it's fine. I've already bothered you enough," you muttered.

You made your way back to your room and buried yourself beneath your blankets. It was time to stew in your misery and self-pity, one of your favorite past times thank you very much. In a fit of anger, you threw one of your teddy bears across the room. It was one you got with Viktor a while back. You'd asked him to go to the mall with you, and then insisted you two get matching bears to commemorate the moment.

"It's the first day of spring! So we should celebrate. Also, you wentY outside today. It feels good to feel the sun on your skin for once, right? That's another reason to celebrate."

You had a plethora of other excuses at the ready, having planned to whittle down his excuses and defenses until he agreed. It worked eventually. Both of you went home with a shopping bag in hand. Now, that silly plush only reminded you of the sudden rift between you and Viktor.

It was just laying there, face down. You felt bad. It wasn't the bear's fault, and you'd have to get up now to retrieve it off the floor before it got too dirty.

Before you could hype yourself up enough to do so, Viktor had already entered your room and spotted the poor thing. He sighed, and limped over to retrieve it. He spent some time gazing down at the plush instead of you, brushing its synthetic fur away from its eyes.

"I'm sorry. What I said was cruel. I lashed out when you only wanted to help. I'm... not used to it. To you. People wanting to help me and not treat me like some charity case. That isn't an excuse for pushing you away every time you try to get close to me, or anytime you just want to spend time with me. I'm afraid, you know. I'm terrified that we'll get too close and every reminder that my time is more limited than yours just makes it worse. I don't want to die. Not when you're in my life. I can't bear the thought of you in it and hurting you in the end, but I can't lose you either. So please," he took a shuddering breath.

"Can we patch things up?"

In response, you scooted around until there was adequate Viktor space, and opened up the blanket. He had to shimmy his body around to get comfortable, due to 2/3rds of your space being taken up by other stuffed animals. You'd claimed it added to the atmosphere, and if he ever wanted to have sleepovers in your room, he'd have to get used to it.

You two spent the majority of sleepovers in his.

When he finally settled down, still clutching the pair bear in his arms, you pulled him into your body, a gesture so familiar you don't even have to think about it anymore. He allowed himself to relax, his head resting on your chest. The sound of your heartbeat lulled him into a relaxed state, the constant chatter in his mind finally quieting.

Your hands slowly trailing through his hair made it harder to stay awake.

"I forgive you, Viktor, but I need you to promise me you'll try to take care of yourself. That means sleeping, eating at least one good meal a day because God knows three is asking you to fight the devil himself. And showers. I'll even draw your baths myself. Just please, don't waste away chasing more time. You only shorten it that way."

"And don't push me away. I'd like it if I could hug you more without feeling like I have a time limit. You're my partner. That means I care about you, and I always will, for as long as you'll have me, but you need to let me first. Can you do that?"

He thought over your words. It would seem like a daunting task, but you made good points. He was still young, but that doesn't mean he should be testing his luck with how far he keeps pushing himself. If slowing down meant having more of you to himself, that was a bonus too. Your arms felt nice circled around him. He didn't want them anywhere else, he realized.

"Yes. I can. Keep holding me?"

"I will. I love you."

4. Are there any characters you won't do in both fandom?

Hmm. Not that I can think of no. If I don't know the character as well as I know others, I can always check their wiki page or scroll through their tag on tumblr to get a refresher or a more solid grip on who they are.

5. Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request?

I mean, yeah! That's fine. No guarantees I'll know the fandom but shoot your shot.

6. Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc?

Rape I won't do. Too heavy for me. Suicide is a fine line. If you've got specifics for the scenario, it'll heavily depend. As a general topic/scenario, I'll write it but there will be lots of TWs included before the content of the post.

7. Do you do poly ships x reader?

I can definitely write that, yes :-)

8. Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily?

Of course! I'm a sucker for tragedies and the deep themes and all that, but at the end of the day, I love a good and happy (mostly happy) ending.

9.Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex?

This is honestly my preferred approach to writing sex, so I absolutely will not mind at all!

9. Can we request...

Dom/sub - Yes

Creampie - Yes

Bondage - Yes

Cunnilingus - Yes

Spanking - Yes

Finger fucking - Yes

Size Kink, deepthroating - Eh. 50/50 for me. I'll write it if I feel like it, but it's more of a "right headspace needed" type

Threesome - Yes

Virginity Loss - Yes

Squirting - There are other wonderful authors out there who can write this better than I can

Nipple Play - Yes

Praise Kink - Baller dude. Yes

Shibari - Yes

Voice Kink - Can't say I've heard of this one before today, but yes :-)

Breeding Kink - No

Overstimulation - Yes

Body Worship - Absolutely. If I had to pick a kink I'd prefer to write, it'd be this

Crossdressing - Yes

Coming in pants/underwear - Yes

Lingerie - Yes

What kinks would you accept for requests?

Honestly anon, I'm not well-versed in what specifics and kinks there are out there. Give me a description maybe or a name and I can work with that. I think the above list can paint a good enough picture.

Would you age up characters? Can anons request smut?

If the character is already an adult, I wouldn't mind aging them up to be older than their canon ages. For minors, as long as the scenario isn't NSFW, then yes. And yes, anons can request smut.

Can we check with you if you received our requests?

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VIKTOR

a date at the botanical gardens! :3

taking walks with you around piltover has always been one of his favorite ways to unwind, so spending the day in a calm, sunny, pretty spot just seems right

you guys are holding hands and exploring the vast expanse of greenery

there's an insect exhibit, and rumor has it they have cricket delicacies on a stick...

he'll teasingly ask you if you're brave enough to take a bite

if you go along with it, he'll do it too

takes the prettiest candid pics of you ever

the curse of a 'bf who takes the most awful photos of you' does not exist with viktor

he's a perfectionist, and you can never look less than, in his opinion

he shows you the photos later, all shy and nervous and you're losing your mind at how he managed to capture everything so beautifully

"it's easy. you're always beautiful to me. capturing a second of it is no trouble. i just wish i could live every frame of you again over and over."

back in your shared apartment, he's organizing the layout for the next chapter in his photo album of you

you've started your own filled with photos of him

you guys go through them at the end of every year to reminisce on memories

the night unwinds with a glass of sweet wine and reading together by the fire, eventually falling asleep all cozied up on the couch <3

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ MEL

spa day

facial, manis, pedis, the whole package

a day of pampering her beloved!

she wants you to look and feel your best

the best type of love can be self-love, after all

after the spa, she takes you to an orchestral concert featuring renown musicians from the city and beyond

she's booked you both your own private balcony where you can watch the performance from the comfort of privacy and plenty of courses catered to your tastes

there's a gift exchange at home to top off the perfect day

you'd been agonizing on what to get her

councilor medarda? the brains, beauty, and vision of success? what could you give her that she can't simply buy when she feels like it?

you ended up making her gift. a jar decorated with fairy lights and resin'd petals on the outside, and filled with handwritten notes from you

the messages range from cheesy pickup lines to affirmations of how much you love her, and reminders for her to take a break

you also put together a small folder of tickets

each ticket reads something like "movie night", "dinner of your choice, on me", "painting date", etc. etc.

whenever she feels down, she can just pick one and you'll drop whatever you're doing and spend the rest of the day dedicated to that, and to her

she loves you and you love her so much

it's sickening. tooth rotting, even. definitely acts of service and quality time here

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JAYCE

cooking together is a love language. sharing food that you've made together? hooray! how romantic is that?

especially if it's a cultural exchange of food

he's teaching you to make his mamá's birria tacos and rambling about parts of his childhood in the kitchen, helping her out

you're listening with a silly smile on your face

an expression of pure lovesickness

he's moving around the place with such ease, and the smell of comfort is heavenly

then it's your turn to walk him through something from your culture, and talk about your own stories associated with the dish/dessert/drink (whatever it is you wanna make)

me personally, i'll be making some bánh xèo (it's like a vietnamese crepe! very savory, very yummy)

half your plate is your food, and the other is jayce's birria tacos

cleanup can be dealt with later

right now, there's good food and better company to be have

it's a shared learning opportunity and serves to strengthen your bond :-)

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VI

she's picking you up from your house first thing

ready with a "good morning!", kiss on the cheek, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers

wrapped in paper, of course <3

if you have chocolates for her, she'll melt right then and there in your arms

or maybe even chocolate covered strawberries you put together yourself!

you two are heading right to the arcade

paintball gets competitive. and messy

go clothes shopping for each other after

it's a chance for her to indulge in something she usually doesn't, and you get the chance to spoil your favorite girl in the whole world

she appreciates that you love her style and who she is and doesn't try changing who she is. because of that, she trusts you to help style her

once you're both newly out in some new clothes and kicks, you guys hit the highway

windows down, blasting your favorite songs and singing along at the top of your lungs

i love vi, i wish women were real :(

she's my favorite alongside viktor. AUGH.

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ CAITLYN

what's the point of having money and an influential family if not to rent out places, like a whole bookstore? or a planetarium? a movie theater, even

all of the above, and more

maybe not in that order though

the bookstore is first. you both buy each other a book you think the other will like and promise to keep each other updated on your progress

the movie theater next

speaking of movies, i saw heart eyes with my friends yesterday! it was a great movie, i enjoyed it a LOT more than i initially thought

so glad to have been proven wrong

you guys watch some good ol' romance movies (10 things i hate about you, la la land, the princess bride, etc.)

planetarium! sick as fuck

you're spending the entire day wrapped up in each other and your shared interests

some warm tea and sweet kisses for the winding down as you're watching the sunset

sigh. oh to be in love...

she isn't a kiramman today. not captain, officer, on-duty caitlyn kiramman

she's just your beloved cait, caitlyn

the headstrong, passionate, and protective woman who has your entire heart

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ EKKO

in an opposite direction of caitlyn's, but no less loving

money can buy certain happiness but it's not always necessary

art date where you guys stay home and paint each other with the variety of art supplies he's gathered over the years

ekko's an artist through and through

his mural of vi in the alternate universe? oh i'm in love.

the paintings are getting hung up wherever there's space on your guys' wall because the space is FILLED with posters, artwork, memorabilia, magazine and news pages, etc.

it's a very creative living space

there’s also plenty of plants that litter the windowsills and ledges where sunlight can reach

you guys spent each day of february decorating each plant with something for valentine’s day

the cranes on your ceiling has been joined by spiral hearts

interior decoration could be so romantic. i’d want to do that with someone i love someday

a little walk through the city at night too, but on the rooftops

less people to bother you guys and the aerial view makes it more thrilling

don't fall

he'll catch you regardless

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JINX

you guys spend the day in her air balloon base

she's made you a gift basket!

it's filled with sketches and doodles of you

all colorful and wild and completely her style

she's stitched together a teddy bear plush too, having gone to ask vi and (reluctantly) caitlyn for help with it

you can see all the uneven bits and parts where the stuffing is too much or too little

but it's perfect

she even added a heart with her signature perfume sprayed on it too

like build-a-bear or something

funny, you also got her a gift basket

various gadgets and knick-knacks, and a new tool kit

some sweets you picked up a bakery

soft, fluffy macarons. tiramisu. a matcha strawberry cake that you share

it's a rare treat for a special occasion

cait also gave you some skincare when you went to visit her, so you and jinx had an impromptu skincare session, gossiping and talking about her latest project and relaxing together under the open night sky