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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.

--

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!

            [LIVE HERE]

@kirrmns Replied to @TeamCaitlyn’s tweet: A GIRL?????????

@caitlyn6969 Replied to @TeamCaitlyn’s tweet: y’all… Caitlyn arrested a girl no way…

            @caitlyn1stfan replied to @caitlyn6969: Caitlyn always arrests women lmao don’t start

@caitlyn6969 replied to @caitlyn1stfan: Caitlyn arrests CELEBRITY women, not fans?? don’t be dense and let ppl enjoy this????

@junobug Replied to @TeamCaitlyn’s tweet: y’all why is she kinda…

“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.

--

@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…

            @caitlynsdog Replied to @gay4cait: oh that’s not

@gay4cait Replied to @caitlynsdog: shut upppp caitlyn said MRS VI KIRAMMAN and u think she doesn’t take this gay shit so serious????? LESBIANS WIN AGAINNN

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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.

--

            @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

Chapter Text

@PopBase

Vi Lane responds to paparazzi about dating musician Caitlyn Kiramman in a new video. 

“I actually need you guys to get the fuck out of my face before I punch you in the throat. Can you at least buy a coffee if you’re going to stand outside my damn cafe?” 

@caitslovebug Replied to @PopBase: lmaoooo… i kinda love her??

@kirammanlover52 Replied to @PopBase: no because she has a point, i doubt caitlyn would appreciate people crowding outside the cafe her friends frequent?????? like pls let her work???

@cutiecait Replied to @PopBase: ik jayce is mad as hell he can’t loiter in peace

@comesrightonm3 Replied to @PopBase: but are they actually dating bc im nosy

–

Vi doesn’t like being on camera. 

She’s happy being behind it, taking photos of her family. It’s better that way. She’s always been a little uncomfortable when the little lens is pointed directly at her. Whenever Jinx or Mylo would whine about the fact that they have no photos together, she’d simply brush them off.

Which begs the question—what the fuck kind of business does she have on a professional music video set?

“You’ll be wonderful, darling, I promise.”

It’s easy to believe Caitlyn when she smiles at Vi in that adoring way, the little gap between her teeth peeking through her glossed lips. Damn Vi and her weakness for beautiful women, and damn Vi even more for even thinking that she’d be able to say no to Caitlyn Kiramman even though they’ve officially been dating for a little over five months now.

“I don’t know, isn’t it weird that I’m starring in a music video that you wrote about your ex?” Vi asks over a shared piece of cake, the smell of coffee still lingering in the background. They often have late-night meet-ups like this, in the privacy of the Last Drop, when all the customers have left and Caitlyn’s face is bare from stage makeup and she isn’t Caitlyn Kiramman, popstar. “Like, I’m kind of obviously not the one with a cute accent.”

“We can find our way around it,” Caitlyn shrugs, gnawing at the edge of her fork. “I mean, most of the song isn’t really… real. Like, obviously I wasn’t talking about a boy, but the label just thought that it’d be better if I was.” 

Vi purses her lips, having her own opinions on Caitlyn’s label. It wasn’t always as acceptable to be who they were back then, and Caitlyn started off very, very young. Sure, the label could deal with innuendos and racy stage acts, but apparently, they drew the line at gayness. Well, up until now, when Vi had popped up at one of Caitlyn’s shows and skyrocketed her appeal amongst the lesbian demographic. 

Suddenly, because Caitlyn is for the girls now, and it helps with sales and streams, it’s okay to be gay.

Go figure. 

“And everyone’s like… on board with it?” Vi questions a little uneasily. 

“Of course! Mel thinks it’s a brilliant idea—”

“Mel loves you and would say yes to anything you ask,” Vi interjects.

“That’s not true. She didn’t say yes to that one thing.” 

“Cait, if you actually tried to do a rendition of Justin Bieber’s One Less Lonely Girl performance with me at one of your shows I would’ve killed you. And then myself.”

“You’re being awfully dramatic! It was romantic!”

“It was corny and my family would never let me live it down.”

“Don’t you want to be one less lonely girl with me, Vi?”

“You need to get a grip.” 

“Justin Bieber never would’ve let me use the song anyway,” Caitlyn frowns, scratching at her chin. 

“You never should’ve stolen his drip,” Vi snorts, referring to one of Caitlyn’s childhood videos, where she had covered Baby in an oversized grey hoodie, similar to his. Personally, she thought he was mad because Caitlyn did it so much better.

“Anyway,” Caitlyn waves off Vi’s words. “I need you in the video because I don’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“Why not? It’s a cute song.”

“Vi, it says come right on me.” 

“Claggor says it’s poetry,” Vi shrugs.

“Have you ever thought that maybe the only person I want that with is you?” Caitlyn kicks Vi’s shin, causing the pink-haired girl to let out a quiet yelp. Caitlyn then ducks her head, letting the dark strands of hair spill over her cheeks to cover the red flush.

Vi purses her lips. “I just… I dunno, Cait. I mean, I haven’t really made the best impression on your fans.”

“That’s because they keep stalking you. I don’t blame you for that. No one does!” Caitlyn argues. After a beat, she falters. “But I understand if you don’t want to. I know it’s… it’s a lot.” 

It is a lot. At one point, Vi never did relationships—and yet, her and Caitlyn made it official in just three weeks of seeing each other, considering themselves obsessed. Cait was still on tour, and Vi was busy with the cafe, but when they could see each other, it was nearly impossible to peel them off one another. It didn’t take long for either one of them to realise that this could be it. 

And Vi… Vi wants to make Cait happy. Because Cait makes Vi happy. 

And if she had to be the dreamboat in her popstar girlfriend’s music video, then…

“Okay,” Vi finally says after a moment of thick silence. Caitlyn’s head snaps up. “I’ll do it. But,” she interjects before Caitlyn can squeal in excitement. “I’m keeping my clothes on.”

Caitlyn’s eyes darken. “You’re mental if you think I’m letting anyone see you naked.” 

Vi nods, satisfied.

“And you can’t show Jinx.” 

“That doesn’t make sense, Vi. Music videos are on the Internet,” Caitlyn takes a sip of her hot chocolate. 

“Can’t you like… hide it from her or something? In fact, you can’t show my entire family. Block ‘em or something.”

“That’s just not possible, darling.” 

“Why not?” Vi’s tone has turned suspiciously into whining. 

“Because music videos get reposted online, and then they get trimmed, and then they get turned into TikToks, and then it’ll be all over the Internet and Jinx will see it whether you like it or not.”

Vi groans, pressing her forehead against the table. “They’re never going to let me live in peace.”

Caitlyn hums, resting a hand over the back of Vi’s neck to squeeze gently. “No, they will not.”

—

@deuxmoiworld

[DEUXMOI EXCLUSIVE]

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN WILL BE FILMING A MUSIC VIDEO FOR BED CHEM. 

VI LANE IS REPORTED TO STAR.

[Images of Caitlyn near a trailer, dressed in a silk bathrobe. Her hair is curled, done up halfway. She sports her signature glittery eyeshadow and glossed lips, and a pair of sunglasses sit on her nose. Mel Medarda is beside her, and across from them with her back turned to the camera, is a woman they assume is Vi. She has a hood up to cover her face—only a small hint of pink hair is seen]

@junobug Replied to @deuxmoiworld: getting arrested at a caitlyn show then immediately starring in her next music video… lesbians move fast…

@caitlynsdog Replied to @junobug: caitlyn isn’t a lesbian

@junobug Replied to @deuxmoiworld: cope

@caitlanes Replied to @deuxmoiworld: finally getting a bed chem music video and it’s probably gonna be gay as fawkkk who else cheered

@longandtall Replied to @deuxmoiworld: and who told yall it was vi? The voices in ur head?

5 seconds ago

@deuxmoiworld

[DEUXMOI EXCLUSIVE]

VI LANE BEHIND THE SCENES FOR CAITLYN KIRAMMAN’S BED CHEM MUSIC VIDEO.

[A grainy, barely visible image of Vi sitting in a makeup chair. She also has a pair of sunglasses on her face and is looking down at her phone. A nearly-pixelated Caitlyn is behind her, snapping a photo]

–

“Okay, so, in this scene, you’re going to be on a date with…” Sarah Fortune, a name famously known for directing Caitlyn’s newer music videos trails off as she looks towards the actor sitting across from her. “What’s your name again?”

“Deckard,” the blond man responds.

“Right, so you’re going to be on a date with David. And you’re going to be all bored, and uuuughhhh, I hate my life, hate this date,” Sarah then turns to gesture to Vi, who is a few steps away, typing messily on her phone. “And then you see Vi,” Sarah says. Vi still doesn’t lift her head. “Vi!” 

Vi finally looks up, cheeks flushed pink. “Uh, yes?”

“We’re making movie magic here, babe, keep up,” Sarah claps. “So, you’re trying not to kill yourself during this date, and then you see Vi, and then imaginary fireworks go off, and then we head off into the next scene where you’re having fantasies of stripping her down on your big, big bed. On silk sheets,” Sarah looks between Caitlyn and Vi. “Good for both of you?”

“Sure,” Caitlyn shrugs.

“Well, actually—”

“Great!” Sarah interjects, smiling widely. “We’ll start in three. Don’t worry too much, Vi. Just walk in like I showed you. Caitlyn will do the rest,” she pats Vi’s shoulder encouragingly. “You just be your charming self.” 

“Awesome,” Vi says in voice that doesn’t translate to awesomeness at all. She looks to Caitlyn, who gives her a reassuring smile. 

“You’ll be alright, darling!” Caitlyn calls as Vi is led just out of the camera’s line of sight.

“Okay, so, again—your cue is when Caitlyn starts fiddling with her cutlery. You just walk in front of the camera, sit down directly behind Derek, and look at the menu,” Sarah explains. “No expression on your face or anything. Just… do what you usually do.” 

“Sounds simple enough,” Vi mutters.

“It is. Literally don’t even worry about it,” Sarah responds. “Oh, almost forgot about this. Take it off.”

Sarah yanks the robe off of Vi’s shoulders, revealing the silk white shirt underneath, tucked into a pair of dark trousers. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, showing enough—but not too much—of her tattoos. From the viewpoint of one the cameras facing her back, the darkened gears on her skin are seen through the translucent material.

“Rolling!” 

Vi watches as Caitlyn slips into her persona like she would a second skin, resting her chin against the palm of her hand. She regards Deckard through half-lidded eyes, somehow looking extremely sultry yet also extremely bored at the same time. Vi is floored, every single time. How does she do that?

One of Caitlyn’s gloved hands move to fiddle at the cutlery, and Vi feels a soft nudge against her back from Sarah. Taking that as her cue, she makes her way towards the table behind Deckard, slipping into the chair that’s marked for her—directly into Caitlyn’s line of sight.

And now the next thing I know, I’m like

Manifest that you’re oversized

Vi makes a mistake by directly making eye contact with the singer. And she fucking freezes, because of course she does, when Caitlyn is looking at her like that. Caitlyn’s barely mouthing the lyrics at this point, fingers curling around one of the prop knives as her gaze drips over Vi’s frame like molten lava. 

Maybe it’s all in my head—

“Cut!” a voice calls from the background, sounding nearly muffled in Vi’s ears. “Got it.” 

Vi nearly catapults herself out of the chair, shaking out her clammy hands. She sees Caitlyn coming at her like a bat out of hell, grabbing onto the sleeve of her dress shirt.

“Don’t smudge your lipstick please!” Vi hears Mel call out as she’s tugged into a secluded area of the set, hidden behind a clothes rack. 

“Cait— mmph,” Vi barely manages to catch her breath as Caitlyn’s lips is pressed against hers, tasting heavily of strawberry lipgloss. She feels the bluenette’s fingers dig into the side of her neck, nails threatening to cut into her skin. 

Vi barely manages to kiss her back, Caitlyn’s lips frantically chasing hers as Vi is pushed deeper into the bundle of Caitlyn’s costumes and furs. 

“I regret the day I suggested that you come onto this set,” Caitlyn’s voice cuts through their frantic kissing as she pulls away, fingers wrapped in the collar of Vi’s shirt.

“What the hell?” Vi croaks, a little dazed from the sudden attack. 

“You just look really good,” Caitlyn tells her, pupils blown. “Really good.” 

“If you’re done back there, we’re trying to wrap it up by 5!” Sarah’s voice calls from a distance. 

—

@PopBase

Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi Lane look resplendent in new photos. 

[Polaroids of Caitlyn and Vi behind the scenes of the Bed Chem music video. Caitlyn is in a custom Frolov cut-out dress and thigh high boots, standing next to Vi, who is seated and dressed in a silk shirt and trousers. A lipstick stain is on her cheek, right underneath her tattoo, and on the side of her neck]

[Another polaroid of Caitlyn and Vi on a heart-shaped bed. Caitlyn is straddling Vi’s hips with a makeup palette in her hand, dusting a coat of blush on Vi’s cheeks. Her silk shirt is unbuttoned] 

@betterinmyheads Replied to @PopBase: im actually about to start barking like a dog

@nonsenseluvr23 Replied to @PopBase: these bitches gay….GOOD FOR THEM!!!

@caitlynsvi Replied to @PopBase: LEAK THE TAPE. LEAK THE FUCKING TAPE.

–

Come right on me—I mean camaraderie

“Cut!” Sarah yells as Vi bursts out laughing from on top of Caitlyn. “Vi, I don’t know how many, ‘we’re getting it this time’s I’ve got left in me. We’ve reshot this six times. It’s not that funny.” 

Vi rolls off Caitlyn, staring up at the red-haired woman. “Okay, well you try to do this!” 

“I can’t, Caitlyn would kill me. Then you would kill me,” Sarah crosses her arms over her chest. “Seriously. I’m giving you one last chance.” 

“Aw, come on,” Vi groans. “Where’s your camaraderie?” 

“Vi!” Caitlyn smacks her shoulder, giving Sarah an apologetic look. Despite it, she still has a twinkle in her eye that says she isn’t angry at all. “We’re sorry, Sarah, we’ll get it this time.”

“Please do.” 

Sarah gestures for the cameras to reset as Vi lets out another breath of laughter, lifting herself up to straddle Caitlyn’s hips once more. 

“Don’t wiggle your eyebrows again,” Vi warns. 

“I would never,” Caitlyn tells her.

“Rolling!” 

Come right on me—

Caitlyn wiggles her eyebrows again.

–

@krrmans

u guys i just met caitlyn and vi i’m not fuckign kiddigndjhgbfjgdsfgsdf

[Shaky video of Caitlyn and Vi outside of the music video set, all packed up. Sarah Fortune is behind them, explaining to a cameraman that they’ll have to reshoot some clips tomorrow. 

“I love you so much,” the voice behind the camera tells the two of them. “You guys are so cute together, I’m so happy that I ran into you.”

“Thank you so much, love,” Caitlyn smiles, still in full glam despite being dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie that’s obviously Vi’s, painted over with Jinx’s neon paint and monkey prints. 

“Can I have a photo?” the voice asks.

“Of course!” Caitlyn exclaims.

“I can take it,” Vi says immediately. She holds a hand out, wanting to take the phone. 

“No, no, I mean with both of you.” 

“Oh,” Vi’s eyebrows raise, looking between the camera and Caitlyn. “I mean, I guess. Sure.” 

The camera turns, revealing a young girl standing between both Caitlyn and Vi. She’s significantly shorter than both of them. Caitlyn smiles brightly at the camera, and Vi grimaces a little awkwardly.

“Thank you!” the camera flips over again, shaky, as Caitlyn and Vi come back into the frame. “I love you guys.” 

“Thank you,” Caitlyn replies.

“Love you too?” Vi questions. 

The camera cuts off just as Vi’s confused look fills the frame. 

—

@CaitlynKirammanUpdates

Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi Lane share a steamy kiss in the Bed Chem music vidoe.

[VIDEO ATTACHED]