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Vi doesn’t even like Caitlyn Kiramman’s music.
Don’t get her wrong—the songs are catchy (she’s heard Powder—Jinx—sing them enough times, much to her sister’s own annoyance, because she hates that “bubble-gum pop shit”) but Vi knows what she likes. And the songs that she’s heard, besides being overplayed nuisances in the café that she works at, isn’t her cup of tea.
But the same can’t be said for her brother Claggor, who has dubbed himself one of Caitlyn’s first fans, supporting her album when it first dropped, and she wasn’t at the same, untouchable level of stardom she was at now. Looking at Claggor, it’d be hard to imagine him enjoying the flouncy shit that Caitlyn sings, but Vi knows that her brother is a big softie at heart, and he loves pop music—“and it doesn’t make me less of a man, Vi”. He’ll scowl at anyone that says otherwise.
Vi respects it. She loves all her siblings equally. She just didn’t think she’d love them this much.
“Fucking ow,” Vi mutters as she gets shoulder-checked particularly hard by someone’s neanderthal boyfriend. She almost loses Jinx in the sea of colour, herself and her sister finally not being the only two that stick out like a sore thumb when they’re around regular people.
“Catch up, Vi!” Jinx whines, grabbing onto her forearm to tug her closer.
For somebody that wasn’t exactly thrilled to be invited to Caitlyn’s tour, Jinx had taken dressing up just as seriously as the other fans here. Never to back down from colours and neons, her sister had adorned her long, blue braids with tinsel and silver rings, and her usual punk get up was replaced for a glittering two piece that almost gave Ekko a heart attack.
“Would you relax, Gods,” Vi grumbles as she finally rejoins their group, drink in hand.
She felt old.
She had to admit, despite the overcrowding, Vi liked the vibe. Everyone seemed friendly enough. There was glitter everywhere. The speakers were blasting Caitlyn’s music, old and new, and there were pictures being taken at every conceivable angle of the venue.
And best of all, her siblings were smiling from ear to ear, which is the least Vi could ask for.
She had to admit, as hesitant as she was to take up Jayce Talis on his offer, seeing Claggor’s twinkling eyes and Mylo’s excited bouncing was enough to make up for the initial feeling of charity she felt taking Jayce’s tickets.
She and Jayce weren’t close by any means—he was a Piltie through and through. But he frequented The Last Drop café enough to get familiar with Vi’s family, Jinx in particular, as both of them were studying at the University of Piltover. Jinx was a genius. Jayce would be an idiot (more than he usually was) to not see the untapped potential of the young girl, and had introduced her to his TA, Viktor. The three frequently nerded out in the corner, leaving Vi to pick up the slack.
Not that she minded, of course. Jinx was everything. The first of their family to go to college. She was going to change the world. And if she had to rub shoulders with some Pilties, then, Vi would let it happen.
And with Jayce picking up on Jinx’s interest in engineering, he also picked up on the rest of her siblings’ interest. Particularly Claggor’s, who was playing Caitlyn’s album on loop in the café because streams help her, Vi.
“You know, I’m a family friend of Caitlyn’s,” Jayce had told Claggor in an offhanded manner. The tray almost dropped out of his hands. Vi frowns in Jayce’s direction, thinking he was playing a joke on him. “I’m serious! Our families work on the council together. Well, sort of. Her parents retired awhile ago, but we still keep in touch. She’s like a sister to me.”
“Great,” Vi interjects dryly, thinking it’s just another way for Jayce to show off his connections. He does that often. Not that they really care.
“That’s really cool,” Claggor tries to keep his excitement at bay, but both Jayce and Vi can see the absolute excitement in his eyes.
Jayce smiles thoughtfully, returning back to his laptop.
Vi didn’t expect Jayce to show up the next day with enough VIP tickets for the entire family, knowing that Claggor’s birthday was coming up. Mylo snatched up the tickets immediately, never one to turn down an expensive offering, and that was that.
“She does this thing where she arrests someone during one of her songs,” Claggor explains as they find a seat. Despite knowing that Jayce and the singer were family friends, she’s still impressed at how incredibly close they were to the stage.
Vi snorts. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, and it’s like a whole thing. Her outfit comes off and it’s all… it’s great,” Claggor explains, tapping his fingers on his knees, like his insides aren’t threatening to burst out of his skin.
Vi smiles fondly, ruffling the top of his head. Ekko and Jinx are huddled in the corner, Ekko’s sparkly head—Jinx had hung some jewellery off his locs for the occasion as well—is ducked as Jinx whispers something in his ear. Mylo is on his third soda, kicking at the empty chair in front of them.
“How long does this usually last?” Vi mutters, taking another swig of her drink. In her head, she’s already calibrating traffic and how soon she’d need to leave before the last song to pick up their car.
“I dunno, probably an hour or two,” Mylo shrugs, scrolling through his phone.
“I might have to leave a little earlier to pick up the car—”
Jinx lets out an exaggerated groan. “Can you like, not be a total control freak for once?”
“It’s not about being a control freak, it’s about beating traffic,” Vi sputters.
“The traffic is the fun part of concerts!” Jinx argues. Vi wants to say that it’s because Jinx has never driven herself in her life but purses her lips. “And this concert is going to be fun. You can’t leave before the last song.”
Vi snorts. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a fan.”
Jinx scowls but looks caught out. “I’m not. I’m just on Twitter. And it looks fun.”
Vi simply hums, averting her eyes to the stage. The lights dim just in time, and the introduction to the concert begins. It’s an old VHS of Caitlyn Kiramman, with big blue eyes and a short, bobbed haircut. She’s singing into a hairbrush, with her parents’ fond laughter behind the camera. Vi’s lips twitched.
She doesn’t know much about Caitlyn Kiramman. She knows what she looks like, of course; she’d have to live under a rock not to. Caitlyn’s gorgeous, all six foot and long, with sculpted cheekbones and luscious hair. But that’s pretty much all Vi knows about her. She’s never on social media, never privy to any interviews, or her backstory, or how she got here. Claggor keeps his babbling to a minimum around Vi, knowing how busy his sister gets.
But with every passing part of Caitlyn’s life in the video, Vi feels… fond. She knows it’s ridiculous—she barely knows this person—but every part of Caitlyn’s childhood feels so naïve and… young. Hopeful. Maybe she would’ve liked that for Jinx. Maybe she would’ve liked it for herself.
The introduction ends, and a single spotlight is shone in the middle of the stage. A leg pops out—a long, glorious leg, covered by dark purple lace stockings. Vi’s eardrums almost burst with how loud the screams get, and she has to physically cover her ears, her shoulders tucked up.
Jinx is shaking her shoulder, always the cheerleader. Claggor has gotten off his chair, clapping with the rest of the stadium. The floor positively shakes underneath the weight of adoration.
The curtain is tossed aside, and Caitlyn Kiramman’s face floods the big screen. Vi’s mouth dries almost immediately. Caitlyn is fucking gorgeous. Her waist length hair is dark, pooled over the babydoll that she has over her shoulders, covering a diamond bodysuit. Her legs look like they’re a million miles, covered by heels that only make her taller, towering over her dancers as they assist her onto stage.
The first time the microphone is put to Caitlyn’s lips, Vi’s brain almost short circuits, because she laughs. And there’s a gap between her teeth that Vi had no idea was there, and it breaks the perfect, porcelain image of the popstar on stage. It’s adorable.
“Thank you for coming out tonight,” Caitlyn’s accent is rich, and her voice comes out soft and a little sultry, playing into the femme fatale persona that she’s curated. “I’m so happy to see all of your gorgeous faces.”
Her blue eyes scan over the crowd, visible through the large LED screens on either side of the stadium. From where Vi is sitting, she can see almost every twinkle of Caitlyn’s sinful bodysuit and every movement of Caitlyn’s hair when she tilts her head.
“Let’s get tonight started, shall we?”
Vi swears her ears don’t stop ringing when the screaming starts again.
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Vi might die. It’s 30 minutes into the concert, and she might die. Sure, she’s been attracted to women before, and she’s seen beautiful women before, but Caitlyn Kiramman might actually fucking kill her. It’s bad enough that the outfits she decides to parade in are just fashionable lingerie, but actually listening to how goddamn filthy her lyrics were almost made Vi’s mind go blank for the foreseeable future.
“What kind of shit are you listening to?!” Vi shouts over the screams of Caitlyn’s come-right-on-me, camaraderie innuendo.
Claggor simply shrugs. “It’s poetry.”
Poetry or not, Caitlyn Kiramman was fucking insane, and Vi is going to die at 26 years old. Death by concert-going. Not because she got trampled under a crowd or anything, but just because Caitlyn is a gorgeous woman and she doesn’t know what to do with all of that.
Halfway through her third drink, a woman comes to a stop in front of Vi. She’s gorgeous, with dark skin and golden eye-makeup. She’s dressed professionally—far too professional for a concertgoer—and gestures for Vi to step forward.
“What’s your name?” she asks, in an accent similar to Caitlyn’s.
Vi looks around, thinking she’s talking to someone else. The man behind Vi, perhaps?
“No, you. Pink hair. Face tattoo.”
Vi’s lips form into an ‘o’. “Vi.”
“Vi, come with me.”
“Um.”
The woman barely gives her a look back as she starts walking. She looks towards her siblings, eyes wide. Is she getting kicked out? Did she forget to take something out of her pocket?
“Vi, that’s Mel Medarda,” Claggor whispers viciously in her ear. “That’s Caitlyn Kiramman’s manager. Go. Go!”
“What the fuck? Why?” Vi squawks as she gets shoved forward, nearly falling into Mel Medarda’s back. The woman simply gives her a bored look over her shoulder.
“Congratulations, you’ve been chosen to get arrested during Juno,” Mel says boredly, as if she isn’t walking Vi through a crowd of screaming fans.
“I what?” Vi questions incredulously. “Arrested? I didn’t do anything—”
“It’s a bit, darling,” Mel interjects. She turns around to face Vi, giving her a once-over. “Caitlyn does this during her shows. Don’t you know?”
“I… I’m not really… a fan,” Vi trails off. She pauses for a second, before realising—“Wait a minute, did Jayce put you up to this? That piece of shit, I’m so spitting in his coffee next week—”
“You mean Jayce Talis?” Mel interrupts.
“Yes. That stupid donkey gave me the tickets but I didn’t think he’d set something like this up,” Vi grumbles, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “He couldn’t have arranged it for Claggor or something? It’s his birthday.”
“I… well, no, I’m afraid Jayce had nothing to do with this,” Mel hugs her clipboard to her chest. “Caitlyn chooses her, um, arrests earlier in the show.”
Vi blinks, confused. “But she’s on the stage.”
“Yes.”
“How can she see… anyone?”
“You’ve got pink hair.”
“She’s got blue hair. You don’t see how many people in here are wearing glitter?”
Mel gives her an exasperated look. “Listen, just get into the section, please? The song is starting soon.”
Without another word, Mel opens the barricade, pushing Vi directly next to the stage, holy shit. Vi gapes at the closeness, nervously exchanging glances with the security guards that simply give her a once over. She turns around, tries to spot Jinx’s blue hair or Ekko’s platinum locs, but the stadium darkens again and she loses all eyesight.
She feels more than she hears the screams pick up this time, because she’s given a headpiece by a sound person, who attempts to yell at her that it helps you hear Caitlyn better!
Speaking of the popstar herself, Caitlyn steps onto stage in a dramatic robe, covered in fur. Her hair is up this time, with a few strands left out to frame her face, and there it is again—Vi, on the verge of passing out, because holy shit, she’s so damn close to the stage and so close to Caitlyn.
“Hi there,” Caitlyn says into the microphone. Another round of screams. Vi trembles, feeling incredibly small in such a huge sea of people.
Vi suddenly sees a camera roll up directly in front of her, and within seconds, her face is on the huge screen for everyone to fucking see.
@TeamCaitlyn
Caitlyn has arrested someone from the audience for Juno!
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“And hello to you,” Caitlyn nearly purrs into the mic, and that’s when Vi realises she’s looking directly at her. Through her little partition on the stage. “What’s your name?”
Within seconds, a mic is shoved into her hands. Vi nearly spills the drink she doesn’t realise she’s still holding. The sound guy taps the bottom of the mic insistently, as if to tell her, Answer!
“Vi,” she says. Well, croaks. She winces at her own voice coming through the feedback.
“Vi,” Caitlyn repeats, and Vi’s brain almost melts out of her ears. “Is it short for something?”
“Just Vi.”
“You’re so insistent that you’ve got it tattooed on your face,” Caitlyn lifts a long, glorious finger, gesturing to her own cheekbone. Vi’s cheeks flush, immediately regretting her stupid stint in juvie. “Well, I think it’s short for something. Mrs Vi Kiramman, maybe?”
The crowd goes fucking mental, screaming and shrieking. The barricade behind Vi almost gets knocked over, if not for the security guards yelling at them to stay fucking calm.
“I joke, I joke,” Caitlyn laughs. “Unless…?” she adds after a moment. Another round of screaming. Vi’s face has paled three shades, which is an incredible achievement for her. “I’m kidding. Well, Vi, you’re under arrest for being too incredibly sexy.”
Caitlyn’s hand reaches behind her and produces a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs, holding it out in Vi’s direction. A security guard comes forward to take it from her, but Caitlyn pulls it further from him.
“Come here,” Caitlyn mouths to Vi, away from the microphone.
Despite the fact that she feels two concrete slabs are tied to her ankles, Vi steps forward, closer to the stage. Caitlyn’s face, if possible, is even prettier up close. Glitter adorns her eyelids, gloss on her lips, and the highlighter swiped across her cheekbones makes it look like she’s carved out of marble.
“Here you are, pretty,” Caitlyn says, again, away from the microphone. Vi manages to stammer thanks as the handcuffs are dropped into her palm, and Caitlyn’s fingers brush against her own.
And then Caitlyn winks.
Vi nearly misses a step as she’s guided away from the stage.
“It was very nice to meet you, Vi,” Caitlyn stands to her full height, tossing her hair back. “You’re just so hot that…” a dancer pulls Caitlyn’s robe off her shoulders, revealing a two piece that makes Vi goes cross-eyed. “Oh, my clothes fell off.”
Cute. This is cute. Fanservice and everything. Ha ha. But she’s sure that she’s going to pass out, and she can’t believe that she’s in this situation.
“This ones for you, Vi.”
The opening notes for Juno plays, and Vi is guided back to her seat. She nearly stumbles multiple times as she clambers back into her section, heart pounding. The handcuffs hang limply off her fingers, and she doesn’t even question when Claggor snatches them away excitedly.
“Holy shit,” Jinx mutters thoughtfully. “I didn’t know she liked girls.”
“What?” Vi asks, turning to look at her sister.
Jinx shrugs. “Thought she was straight. Kinda why I didn’t buy into her bullshit, but… I mean, now that I know she likes to munch—”
“Jinx,” Vi interjects, eyes wide. “You can’t say that.”
“I like girls, I can say whatever I want,” Jinx huffs, crossing her arms.
“Whatever. It’s just fan service. She does this every concert, Claggor said,” Vi crosses her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, but not like that,” Claggor interjects. “She personally gave these to you. She usually gets security to do it.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Vi argues.
“She’s never really picked a girl out of the crowd,” Mylo hums reasonably.
“She has,” Ekko corrects. “But they’re usually her friends. Pretty sure she picked Mel, once.”
“Mel’s hot,” Jinx nods.
“See? She does it all the time—”
Oh I hear you knockin’, Vi, come on up.
Vi’s head snaps up so fast she swears she pulls something. Jinx punches her in the shoulder, cackling loudly as the crowd erupts into screams.
“Did she just—” Ekko stammers.
“That was your name!” Claggor shouts. “She said your name. She’s never done that before!”
“Holy shit,” Jinx cackles, kicking her feet. “You’ve got the straightest woman in the world thinking about marriage and singing you songs about getting her pregnant,” Jinx slaps Vi across the back. “You’ve got game, sis—I’ll give you that.”
“Is that what this song is about?” Vi feels lethargic. The pink handcuffs are slipped into her lap again.
Wanna try out some freaky positions?
Caitlyn is singing right at her section. Vi can see it. Everyone can see it. Vi almost wants to duck, but she can’t seem to fucking move, holy shit.
Have you ever tried this one?
Vi watches as Caitlyn drapes herself across the floor, lifts her leg to cross it over the other, and lands in a split. The crowd goes ballistic.
“I’m gonna pass out,” Vi croaks.
Jinx’s cackling has only gotten louder.
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@TeamCaitlyn
Caitlyn debuts new position for Juno.
[VIDEO]
@c4itlyns Replied to @TeamCaitlyn: WHEREEEEE IS SHE LOOKING AT BRUHSUDFSFHSDFSDFHSD
@gay4cait Replied to @TeamCaitlyn: IS THAT NOT VI’S SECTION…
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Mel Medarda approaches them again before the second last song. “Vi?”
Vi looks up from her phone where she was frantically texting Jayce numerous question marks, to which he responded with even more question marks. “You’ve been invited backstage.”
“Um.”
“Your guests can come as well,” Mel steps aside to make room. “Caitlyn wants to say hello.”
“Ah…” Vi trails off. “I… the traffic—”
“Shut the fuck up, what are you doing?” Jinx hisses in her ear, elbowing her roughly. “Excuse her, she drinks. We’d love to go backstage.”
Jinx shoves past Vi, giving her an incredulous look as she stands at the stairs. Vi purses her lips, following after her sister. Ekko, Mylo, and Claggor follow after, and Mel leads them down a different walkway. She passes by another smartly dressed woman, stopping in front of her.
“Five backstage passes, please, Elora,” Mel says.
Lanyards with cards labelled VIP on them are passed between them, and Vi enters backstage. It’s comfortable, homier than she’d expect for someone as glamorous as Caitlyn Kiramman. She sees sweatpants and tank tops strewn about, along with other members of Caitlyn’s tour team.
“She’ll be done in about 15. Make yourselves comfortable,” Mel states. “We’d just like to ask you to kindly refrain from taking photos of anything you see backstage—unless Caitlyn asks for it, of course. We’d like to keep our privacy.”
“Of course,” Vi says, the only one out of her siblings who haven’t split off to explore the food options available.
Mel hesitates for a moment before she asks, “How do you know Jayce?”
“I work at The Last Drop,” Vi shrugs. “He comes in often, with Viktor. He and my sister get along great.”
“Oh. You must be the barista he’s always talking about,” Mel snorts. Vi raises an eyebrow, surprised that Jayce mentions her. “He talks about not being able to crack you all the time. Jayce likes to think he’s a people person, but people give him a little leeway because of his pretty face. Guess you never bought into that.”
Vi clicks her tongue. “Yeah, pretty boys aren’t really my type. Pretty girls however…”
Mel snickers. “No, I get it.”
Vi looks around, rocking back and forth on her boots. “So, how long does this usually take? I mean, I’d really like to get the car before traffic builds—don’t want the kids to be waiting out for too long.”
“I’m… actually not sure,” Mel looks at her watch. “Caitlyn’s never really invited fans backstage before. Her friends usually come back and pick her up, but.”
Vi’s lips form an ‘o’.
“You mean…”
“You’re the first, yeah,” Mel shrugs. “Also the first that she’s added a name in her song, for, so…”
“Oh.”
“Hmm.”
Stewing in awkward silence, Jinx shoves a packet of chips in their face. “Is this imported? I’ve never seen it here before.”
“Oh, yes, from the UK.” Mel nods.
“Eugh, Posh chips,” Jinx makes a face but rips into it anyways.
“Don’t ruin your dinner, Jinx,” Vi reminds her as she tramples off to bother her brothers, blue braids swinging behind her.
Jinx waves her off, hanging off Ekko’s shoulder. Vi sighs, shuffling awkwardly. God, this is weird. She didn’t even want to be here. She shoves her hands into her jacket pockets awkwardly, making her way to the most elaborately decorated vanity, obviously Caitlyn’s.
A picture of herself and an older couple stare back at her, presumably Caitlyn’s parents. Another polaroid of her and Mel are stick to the mirror, and below it, her and Jayce.
Huh. Maybe he wasn’t exaggerating.
Vi reaches out to touch the picture, but the sound of deafening screams fill her ears as the backstage door swings open. She’s momentarily blinded but the twinkling diamonds on Caitlyn’s outfit, but then her smile is in Vi’s line of sight, and she’s blinded by something else entirely.
Caitlyn is so… pretty up close. Even with her hair sticking to her neck, and her lipstick slightly smudged in the corner from pressing her microphone too close to her mouth.
“Hello,” Caitlyn greets her first, a little softer—much more human than the voice she puts on when she’s performing. She leans forward to unzip her platform boots, stepping out of them. Caitlyn’s still taller than Vi without heels, and her legs are still gorgeous and incredibly shiny.
“Hi,” is all Vi managers to muster.
“I’m sorry, I’m a little sweaty,” Caitlyn steps forward, placing a hand on Vi’s shoulder as she makes her way towards her vanity. She slips into the chair, dabbing on the smudged lipstick with a napkin. She turns after a moment, regarding Vi from top to bottom. “I’m Caitlyn.”
“Um. Vi,” she rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. In a mortifying action, she offers the popstar her hand. Jinx chokes on her saliva. “But you knew that.”
“I did,” Caitlyn looks amused, taking Vi’s hand in her own. She squeezes gently. “It’s nice to see you up close.”
“Yeah, you too. You’re um, you’re… you’re great,” Vi finishes lamely, wanting the grown to just swallow her fucking whole.
“We’re here too, I guess,” Jinx chimes in.
Caitlyn’s eyes widen as her head snaps towards the waiting group of people, laughing nervously as she stands up. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I was just…” she trails off. “I was just, um—”
“Being gay,” Jinx deadpans.
“Jinx,” Vi hisses, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry, she pretty much says whatever. I’m sure you’re not—”
“No, I am,” Caitlyn interjects, looking over her shoulder. She shrugs. “Everyone just kind of thinks the girls I’m dating are my best friends.”
Vi’s teeth threaten to fall out of her mouth with how hard she’s grinding them together. Okay, so, Caitlyn is gay. Great. That’s fine. This is fine.
“Oh, yeah, you know what? I knew you and Maddie Nolen were a thing!” Jinx exclaims.
“Jinx, please,” Vi pleads.
“No, she’s right again,” Caitlyn states. “We had an off again, on again thing for a while. Non-committal.”
“Oh my,” Claggor whispers.
Vi suddenly remembers why they were there in the first place. “Oh, um, Caitlyn, these are my brothers, Claggor and Mylo. Claggor’s a huge fan—he’s why we’re here, actually. It’s his birthday tomorrow.”
“Oh! Happy birthday, Claggor,” Caitlyn grinned, tooth gap fully on display.
Vi gets why people hang posters up now.
“Thank you,” Claggor gushes. “I’ve loved your music for so long.”
“That’s so nice of you. Would you like to grab a picture?”
Claggor didn’t need to be told twice. He tosses Vi his phone and immediately steps into frame next to Caitlyn. Vi barely pays attention to whether the photo looks good or not—sorry, Claggor—, too busy focusing on Caitlyn’s smiling face. Gods, she’s so pretty.
“Thanks,” Claggor, clearly starstruck, smiles up at her. Caitlyn pats his shoulder as Vi hands his phone back to him, and he retreats back to Jinx, Ekko, and Mylo’s side to look at the photo.
“So, uh,” Vi scratches her cheek. “I like… your music.”
What the actual fuck?
“It’s cool that you add your fans’ names in your songs. Must be really… must be a really great experience for them. And when they get arrested,” Vi pulls out the handcuffs from her pocket. “Hah.”
Caitlyn’s eyes study her from top to bottom, a bemused smile on her face. “I don’t usually add a name in Juno,” she says. Well, Vi knew that. But hearing it straight from Caitlyn makes her want to do things. “That was just for you.”
“Oh. Well, that’s nice.”
Caitlyn blinks. “I’m telling you that I’m incredibly attracted to you.”
“OK.”
“And I called you Mrs Vi Kiramman.”
“I recall.”
“Are you not going to ask me for my number at least?” Caitlyn looks proper ridiculed, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.
“I’m…” Vi trails off. “Can I do that?”
“Oh my god,” Jinx whispers under her breath, unable to peel her eyes away from the train wreck.
“I mean. Because you’re like… famous,” Vi trails off lamely.
“I have a personal phone. I hope you don’t leak it,” Caitlyn holds a hand out.
Vi looks at her palm. It’s perfect and covered in glitter like the rest of her.
“I’m asking for you to hand me your phone,” Caitlyn says.
“Oh. Right,” Vi pulls out her phone, unlocking it.
Caitlyn takes it, and with a few taps of her nails across the screen, she hands it back to Vi. CAITLYN K. stares back at her.
“You have my number,” Caitlyn says. “I trust you’ll know what to do with it.”
“Definitely,” Vi stammers.
“Doubt it,” Jinx snorts. “Vi hasn’t had a girlfriend since hex tech was invented—OOF.” Jinx stumbles back as Vi elbows her in the side, a nervous smile on her face.
“I’ll text you.” Vi responds smoothly, slipping her phone into her pocket.
Caitlyn smiles, satisfied. “Would you like to take a photo?”
“With you?”
“Yes, of course,” Caitlyn giggles. Vi is going to fall down a pit of YouTube interviews for the foreseeable future. “Who else?”
“I… of course.”
Vi finds it hard to deny Caitlyn of pretty much anything once she wraps her fingers around Vi’s wrist, tugging her in the direction of an empty loveseat in the corner of the room.
“Mel, fetch the camera, will you? Digital,” Caitlyn calls over her shoulder.
Caitlyn gestures for Vi to take a seat, which she does aimlessly. She desperately avoids contact with all of her siblings and Ekko, knowing that they’re watching with their tails positively wagging. She’s never going to hear the end of this.
“Aren’t you hot in this jacket?” Caitlyn murmurs, eyes dark.
“I… guess,” Vi says lamely.
“You should take it off.” Caitlyn suggests.
Like clockwork, Vi’s shrugs the leather jacket off her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but a tank top. Caitlyn’s eyes dart over the tattoos that trail all the way up Vi’s arms, winding all the way onto her back that’s currently covered by a white piece of fabric.
Vi must’ve imagined just how much Caitlyn’s pupils enlarged, almost black in its entirety.
“Nice tattoos,” for the first time this evening, Caitlyn is the one that looks like her brain is melting out of her ears.
“Thanks,” Vi murmurs.
Jinx mimics throwing up behind Caitlyn’s back.
“Here, darling,” Mel appears before the two of them, holding a digital camera.
Caitlyn places a hand on Vi’s shoulder, nails curling into her warm skin. “Do you mind if I…” she gestures towards Vi’s slightly spread thighs.
Vi’s jaw drops. “Um. No. Not at all.”
Caitlyn lips twist into a satisfied smile before she seats herself comfortably in Vi’s lap, tossing her legs over hers. Her arm wraps around Vi’s neck, and Vi’s certain that if Caitlyn decided to strangle her with her sinewy muscles, she’d simply die a happy death.
“Smile for the camera, pretty,” Caitlyn grins, poking at Vi’s cheeks.
Vi doesn’t know how she does it, but she manages a smile. Well, grimace more like, as Caitlyn rests her head in the crook of Vi’s neck.
A flash goes off.
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@TeamCaitlyn
Caitlyn posted new photos on Instagram, tagging ViforViolence.
[Two photos of Caitlyn and Vi, one of them where Caitlyn is sitting on Vi’s lap with her head snuggled under Vi’s chin. Another is one where Vi is scrunching her nose up, Caitlyn’s head thrown back in laughter].
Caption: might let her make me juno?
@gay4cait Replied to @TeamCaitlyn: LESBIANS WIN AGAIN