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Anything related to Vi Lanes (anyone who called her Violet automatically got a glare that could cut diamonds) and Caitlyn Kiramman always seemed to get everyone’s attention. Regardless of the content in the articles and videos, stupid headlines or not. A lot of people were interested in anything to do with two of the most well-known out and proud actors in the movie industry.
‘Caitlyn and Vi share details on the best pranks played on set.’
‘Reporter under fire for offhand homophobic comment that Vi Lanes shut down fiercely.’
‘Caitlyn Kiramman talks stunt training and accidentally punching co-star, Vi Lanes in the face.’
‘Everyone is gushing over Caitlyn Kiramman’s sweet interaction with a fan captured on video.’
‘Co-stars of The Wardens go from frosty to besties.’
Their relationship had been labelled many things for as long as they had known each other. Some called it the friendship of the century; others were convinced they were locked in a secret rivalry while everyone else desperately hoped they were linked romantically because what a crime if they weren’t.
Fans would say it all started in season 1, episode 3 of The Wardens when their characters met for the first time in a dingy alleyway, one an intelligence office and the other far too deep in their undercover role. In reality, it began when Vi stepped into the room for a chemistry read and found Piltover’s sweetheart staring back at her with sharp blue eyes.
She knew who Caitlyn Kiramman was because everyone who wasn’t living under a rock did and there were a few choice words she associated with the woman. Things like prissy, stuck-up, legs for days, filthy rich, stupid hot, the list goes on. She was literally the poster child for elite society; all fake and fucking glamour.
So when she got the role and found out Piltie Princess would be her co-star, she had a moment of weakness where she almost called her agent begging to pull out of the project. Then she remembered rent and paying bills was a thing, so threw her phone down and sighed the biggest sigh she had the energy for.
Safe to say, their beginning was not sunshine and puppies. They could barely speak to each other without throwing in snide comments or one of them walking away midsentence. It took months before Caitlyn stopped rolling her eyes at her and then another few months until their glares were heated for an entirely different reason.
From there it sure didn’t take the staff and crew long to catch on, and catch on they did when their favourite stylist accidentally walked in on them. Nora, the sweet thing that she was, couldn’t look at either of them in the eye for days after seeing their naked bodies do the things that they did. She learnt quickly to knock and wait for a response before barging into the trailer with excitement.
But it was three weeks into their relationship that a video of them first went viral. It wasn’t some grainy clip of them being caught on one of their late-night dates or stealing a kiss because it was cute. It was them during an event and it seemed to capture their dynamic perfectly. Even if the entire video was just of Vi accidentally stepping on Caitlyn’s dress multiple times as they made their way down the red carpet.
Whoever it was that put in the time and effort to edit the footage had numbered each time it happened and focussed entirely on Vi’s facial expression right after. First it was a quick glance down that gave nothing away and then it was a frown. The third time was followed by muttered words nobody would ever know but was aptly captioned ‘oh shit, oh fuck’ but it was the guilty look after that that took the cake. Then finally, Vi had recoiled back with both hands up in surrender. Because she had managed to step on Caitlyn’s dress 5 times in the span of minutes before the older woman had spun on her.
When it circulated the internet, it was jokingly titled ‘the five stages of pissing off your girlfriend’ and Caitlyn couldn’t stop laughing.
Though it was an interview by some campy reporter that made people really go ga-ga over the two when they found out about Vi’s nickname for Caitlyn.
Cupcake.
The story behind it was simple and Vi had no qualms in sharing how she had caught the woman by surprise on set one day which resulted in Caitlyn flinging a cupcake right in her face.
And a year later, the speculation and wild theories were still going strong. Nobody could deny their chemistry both on and off screen, especially since there was a lot of talk of them becoming a couple on their show. It just seemed inevitable.
If only the world knew how cliché the two of them were – how they had ticked off probably the most recognised trope of all time by going from enemies to lovers.
But the truth of it all was buried underneath the countless deflections of their relationship at the insistence (read: demand) of both their agencies and the producers. While the motto ‘all press is good press’ was still very much alive, the nobs in fancy suits in even fancier offices had put their foot down on it and Vi couldn’t wait to shove that same foot up their asses one day.
It was why the tabloids were so diligent in publishing photo after photo of Caitlyn being spotted on ‘dates’ with models, other actors and a stuck-up CEO that one time. In between, Vi was sure to be seen with a number of women that drove the rumour mill a little wild.
Anything but the two of them together that could be interpreted as more than friends and co-stars.
Now Vi wasn’t a jealous person - that was surprisingly Caitlyn’s thing. It just stung that she couldn’t hold Caitlyn’s hand whenever she wanted, that Caitlyn couldn’t wear her clothes in public without stirring up a storm and that she couldn’t steal her girlfriend away from vultures at their events. So they exchanged inside jokes, simple touches on the arms or shoulders and easy smiles to keep up appearances.
But the latest model Caitlyn was supposedly seeing was so boring and the tattoos on those thinner than thin arms were downright lousy. Like chicken scratch or something drawn by a three-year-old high on sugar. And she was allowed to judge because her arms and ink were regularly appreciated by her girlfriend who had trouble keeping her hands off them.
So Vi decided to hell with it because she never liked hiding and hated listening to people who pretended they had her best interests at heart even more. It was exhausting and stupid, and so she posted the first thing she could think of on her twitter account.
Vi Lanes (@viforviolence)
🧁💦😏
3:59 pm June 4, 2023
That was the tweet that had everyone on the internet frothing at the mouth even though it had no words.
Just three emojis that had Vi sit back and chuckle at all the comments and reactions rolling in. She let it stew for a while longer, entertained enough to take a few screenshots to show Caitlyn later because sometimes fans could be both extremely flattering and wholly dramatic in the funniest ways.
Vi thought the tweet was genius, one of her greater works like she wasn’t starring in a series that had been nominated in 3 different categories of ‘I don’t give a fuck’ and made all the rich white people sing praises. The point was that the message was clear (and crude in its most honest form) and she had no regrets posting it because the whole damn world needed to know that her favourite activity was eating cupcakes.
One in particular, really.
And it really was the best, especially the icing when she got her mouth and tongue on it –
“Violet!” The no-nonsense voice made her beam, however it was the stupid Piltie accent that ultimately had her feeling like a pile of mush as Caitlyn Kiramman marched into their room.
“Hey cupcake,” She greeted from her position on the bed, all muscles and crooked smirk as narrowed eyes landed on her.
“Don’t ‘hey cupcake’ me. Your tweet has gone viral and it’s making people go absolutely insane.”
“I just tweeted about –”
“I know exactly what your tweet meant. You’re as subtle as a punch to the throat.” The tall woman wasn’t quite livid though not exactly amused either.
Vi almost looked proud at the words that weren’t meant as a compliment but it dropped off her face when Caitlyn arched a brow at the display.
“I mean, it’s not like I was lying or anything –”
“Vi.”
“And it threw off those stupid dating rumours about you seeing megalodon.”
“You know her name is Madelene and she’s actually quite nice.” The annoyance in her tone was almost completely gone by that point as Caitlyn finally sat down on the edge of the mattress and reached a hand out.
“Whatever. Megalodons are kinda cool anyway.”
She threaded their fingers together in response and tried to ignore the knowing glance from those blue eyes that were always so patient and understanding with her. What was hard to ignore was when her girlfriend eventually climbed onto her lap, settling into a comfortable position with her arms hooked behind her tattooed neck.
Vi held onto the slim waist on offer and tilted her head back for a better view of Caitlyn’s face that had softened considerably.
“I’m not angry, just a little surprised, and maybe a little relieved if I’m being completely honest.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. We’ve talked about going public before and you know I would love nothing more than to let the world know how happy I am with you.”
Something that could only be described as dopey took over Vi’s face and Caitlyn smiled at the expression. They shared a few moments of silence together before Caitlyn wrestled her phone from her jeans and tapped it a few times. Vi quietly slid down all the way onto her back so that her girlfriend was seated on her stomach instead and started to trace patterns up toned thighs. Soft lines here, a firm squeeze there.
“Stop distracting me, darling.”
“But I wanna touch you,” Nobody had ever accused Vi Lanes of not being a bit of a brat.
“What are you doing?” She continued, craning her head to an odd angle that still didn’t allow her to see what the other actor was so preoccupied with.
Long fingers suddenly landed on her chest and pushed down firmly, hips rocking once to make Vi more pliant as she let go of the other woman to enjoy the view instead. She didn’t expect the phone pointed at her and consequently didn’t have enough time to school the horny but lazy look she was sure she had been sporting.
“That’s not fair, I probably look like a creep in that photo.”
Caitlyn’s lips curled into a fond grin.
“You don’t. But now everyone’s going to know what you look like when you’re about to get fucked by your girlfriend.”
“Wait, what? What do –”
The device was finally thrown to the side with an elegant flick of the wrist and Vi forgot her train of thought when Caitlyn pulled her own shirt over her head to reveal perky breasts and a toned abdomen.
And she would only realise what her girlfriend meant hours later when they had made a right mess; sheets tangled, strap on still wet as it was tossed to the floor and bodies aching with both of their managers trying to beat their front door down.
Caitlyn Kiramman (@CKiramman)
🧁’s view.
*Photo attached*
8:17 pm June 4, 2023