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– Caitlyn and Vi can be cocky themselves. It's more Vi than Caitlyn, Caitlyn likes to believe she's confident, not cocky. Vi will tell you straight up she's cocky.
– anyways. the girls know how you get.
– you tease them about something they've done or you claim that you're the best at what you do. sometimes, it's just your personality too. it's an ego thing, but it's more like you're trying to convince yourself than others.
– an example of this is when you reported to Caitlyn for the first time after being recruited for a journalist job. you put the article on her desk, 5 hours before it was due which was an accomplishment for you, and grinned.
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"read it and weep, captain."
caitlyn rose a brow at your choice of words but took hold of the file. she scanned through the article and nodded.
"i know, it's good right?" you sigh happily. proud, you put your hands on your waist. "i say it's one of my best works and i preformatted it for the journal so the editor doesn't even have to worry about it."
impressed, caitlyn stands from her desk. she takes off her top hat as she walks to you. "i have to admit, recruit, this is your best work. i thought your portfolio had all your best work, but i was clearly mistaken. good job." she leans back on her desk and crosses her feet at the ankle.
as she stares into your eyes, you cheeks warm up. you can only pray there was no change in your appearance. you clear your throat, nodding at her. "yes, uh- thank you. i appreciate it." in a swift move, you leave her office.
caitlyn's perplexed at your sudden change in attitude, but she brushed it off. she continued to read your file.
– since you two weren't together during that, caitlyn didn't think anything of it. maybe you were overwhelmed by your boss complimenting you. unluckily for you, it didn't go that smoothly with Vi.
jumping off from a mild ledge, you dust your hands off with a proud smile. "i told you that you needed my help. without me, you would've never seen that guy sneak that eggbeater into his pockets."
a soft chuckle escaped from vi's lips. "yeah, I'll admit it. i didn't see that guy but i don't understand the threat behind an eggbeater. that's the kind of shit stuffy bakers use."
you shrug. you hold up the eggbeater. the beater is well-kept and freshly polished and the golden material shines in the dim light. "this gold is worth a pretty penny. i should know. i handle golden material all the time." you grin up at vi. she chuckles again.
"oh, what would i do without that beautiful, knowledgeable, brain of yours, huh?" she nudges your shoulder with a confident smirk. again, you stammer over your words. you fidget with the eggbeater before you look away.
vi tilts her head, her smirk growing from confident to cocky; a known slippery slope. with her hands crossed over her chest, vi matches her eye line with yours. "I'm sorry, what was that? did you say something?"
her words are like oxygen to a flame. the squirms and shudders travel up and through your spine. flutters erupt in your stomach and your heartbeat fastens. you say nothing in return.
your silence is music to vi's ears. she grabs your chin and turns your face to her. her grin is shit-eating, her touch is warm, and her feelings are calloused. "you know," her voice is low, her words smooth. "you shouldn't talk a big talk when you can't handle someone agreeing with you. someone might take advantage of it." she winks.
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– after the three of you got together, vi wouldn't call flustering you taking advantage of you. she would call it, "giving her partner affection"
– picture this, it's an early morning and vi is absolutely dreading getting ready. caitlyn has already scolded her about the consequences of being late for work, but vi gets scolded often so she tuned caitlyn out.
– you're already up, morning person or not, and getting ready for the day. you claim it's easy for you to get ready because you're absolutely perfect and the world can't revolve without you.
– from the sheets, vi turns her head. her face is half-smushed into the pillow. she tells you that you're right. you are perfect but you're wrong about one thing. there's no world to revolve around you because you are the world. her world.
– from the bathroom connected to the room, caitlyn groans. unfortunately for you, the corny line works, and your cheeks warm up. vi teases you again, taking your silence as another answer.
– sometimes, when your cockiness reaches an all-time high, caitlyn and vi share glances, nod, and then boom, you get a compliment attack.
– if you identify as a girl, they'll agree with you using gendered nicknames such as: "you're so right, pretty girl." "i agree. you're the most amazing girl in the world." "that's my girl."
– if you don't identify as a girl, they compliment you in other ways. "i knew you could do it. you're perfect." "that's right, baby. you are the best." "oh, really? you knew that? you're so smart."
– and lastly, if compliments aren't your thing, they'll fluster you in different ways.
– caitlyn likes to drag her nails up and down your back while placing kisses right underneath your earlobe. why are you squirming? you said you were the best of the best, right? she's giving the best of the best celebratory kisses. what's wrong with that?
– meanwhile, vi is more "subtle" when she's trying to fluster you. okay, maybe not exactly subtle, but it's vi-subtle. she knows she can be direct and flirtatious to get you flustered too, but she loves watching you muster up the courage to reply back to her.
– when you say something cocky, she'll lean on any surface she can and raise a brow. she'll always reply with a simple, "oh, yeah?" then, she'll lean down or reach up to your height. if you're taller, hands are on your waist. if you're shorter, she puts her hands on the side of your neck. either way, she scans your eyes with a smirk.
– that move alone sends you spiraling and you want to melt out of her grip. as most of her flirts do, she ends it with a wink and then walks away.
– don't get me started on the nsfw parts of this... but I'll leave that to y'alls imagination.