˚୨୧⋆yes, & i love you｡˚ ⋆
velvet, the pop star every girl strived to be, had met you at a meet-and-greet, recognized you from highschool and instantly made you her #2 — not necessarily her assistant but accompanied her on every shopping trip, dress rehearsal and personal meetings to discuss her opportunities for her career.
but you were quite more than just her dresser. from the heart melting tension to the pain you felt each time you were away from eachother turns more and more intense as time goes by.
you knew what you wanted, and by her longing gaze before fleeting to a show, you knew she knew too, but was she committed to her feelings as much as you?
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“what do you mean my cards been declined?”
“try it again!” velvet protested, waving her credit
card in the air and her other hand balling into a fist.
you stood there , holding shopping bags all up your
arms and smiling nervously at the cashier.
awkwardly, you walked over to velvet and put your
hand out, her hesitating for a second but placing the
card on your palm and crossing her arms ignorantly.
you inserted the card into the machine, waited
“perfect!” the cashier exclaimed, looking relieved
whilst looking at you , mouthing ‘thank you’. you
nodded at her and looked to velvet. she rolled her
eyes and picked up a few bags.
“yeah yeah, don’t look at me like that. let’s go.”
both of you headed out of Ralph Lauren and into the
parking lot, where you loaded the bags into the back
of the limo, and getting into the car. you sat next to
velvet , a couple inches away, and she melted into
“UGH, that was exhausting.” velvet whined, her eyes
falling closed. you admired the purple, sparkly
eyeshadow she had on, which you yourself put on
her that morning. you suddenly remembered how
close she was to you and how you could smell her
strawberry cream perfume. you blinked and looked
“girl, i don’t think you could last a REAL full day of
shopping. you’d collapse.” you joked. velvet opened
her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows with a small smile.
“what do you mean a REAL day of shopping?”
you smiled and crossed your legs.
“nine to five, shopping alllll day without stopping and
coming home with blisters and your makeup ruined.”
velvet scoffed and kicked you gently with her boot.
“i could so do that, don’t test me y/n.” she shot back,
leaning in slightly to intimidate you. you stuck your
“game on , 30$ says you’ll give up within the half
velvet rolled her eyes and laid down on the seat,
“don’t even with that.” she murmured, leaving you
after the car ride from one of vels assistant, you both
escorted and velvet was snappy with getting other
assistants to bring the bags inside. you felt awkward
whenever she did that, like you were useless in the
situation, and it was even worse when you weren’t
even the celebrity , so you had no right to be
standing there with nothing in your hands. but,
whatever velvet says goes, so you carried on.
entering her and veneers mansion, you took a
glimpse to the chandelier over head of you. no matter
how many times you’ve walked into this room, you’re
still taken aback by the beauty of the shining crystals
and the cream light that poured over it.
“do you want one? i can easily get one. everytime i
see you you’re eye eating that thing.” velvet intrudes,
“NO, no. i don’t want one, this one is just specifically
pretty. it’s nice to be able to walk into the room with
it glowing.” you continued to gaze over it, your eyes
shining like beads and your lips pulled into a soft
velvet watched you, staring at your eyes as she bit
the inside of her cheek. she felt a pang in her chest,
but couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. clearing her
throat, she turned around and headed for her
“come, we can find places for the clothes then finally
pick out a nail colour for tomorrow.” she stated, you
weren’t slow to catch up to her.
now in her room of many rewards on shelves and
carpet flooring, velvet groaned when she saw all the
shopping bags on the floor.
“they could have AT LEAST put them down neatly.”
she grumbled. you noticed overtime that she was the
picky type, and not just rich picky, but things had to
be exactly right in her eyes or everything would go to
hell. you walked to the bags and started going
through the clothes, sorting between color , fabrics,
tops and bottoms. after sorting, you began putting
away everything, and velvet was right at your side.
“for the polish, i was thinking arctic blue that’s
marble with light blue, and maybe light glitter? no
wait that’s stupid..” she speaks as you fold and hang
clothing on hangers in her walk in closet, right at
your hip and throwing her hands in your face.
sometimes you think she forgets how comfortable
“what’s your favourite color again?” she asks out of
she stares at you for a moment,
not saying anything and then groaning, swatting
clothes out of your hands and pulling you by the
wrist out of the closet. “it’s like talking to a wall.” she
mumbles, acting all pissy, but in reality she just
you both sit on her king sized bed, her laying down
on the bed on her back, crossing her legs (she does
this a lot, you never knew why) and looking at her
nails. she continues to ramble about polish and how
it’ll match her performance outfit, then how she
hated the outfit, and how she hated the smell of
detergent, then.. you got a little lost. you you look
down at her, one leg tucked under you and your hand
down on the mattress holding yourself up.
“vel,” you started and she stopped. “what?”
“take a second girl. you’ve been pent up about
this nonstop , just breathe.” you grinned and her
expression softened slightly. her shoulders loosened
up and you noticed her jaw stopped flexing. she
opened her mouth to say something, closed it, then
opened again; “if i asked you to do something
stupid , what would you say?”
you scanned her eyes. “yes. i would say yes
your expression was so serious it
frightened her for a moment. you remembered to
relax and smiled a little. “well, cause, it’s hard to say
no to a celebrity. or whatever.” you bettered , velvet
rolling her eyes in exaggeration.
“i’m being serious, y/n.”
“oh are you? that’s shocking.”
silence. she stared at you with her beady , deep blue
eyes. they were similar to spears, threatening to
attack and not being able to look away. she laid on
the bed , her green curls and locks spread on the
satin sheets like a painting. if only it were a painting,
she couldn’t have looked more beautiful.
“y/n,” she whispered , a smile pulling at the corner of
her mouth. you hummed in response, her legs falling
to the side that brushed your arm. her eyelids hung
low as she looked at you. a magnet in your stomach
pulled you closer to her,
you leaned down to her, hearing her breath hitch in
her throat and her lips parting the further you leaned
down. but her headed to started to shake, her eyes
fell closed and her breathing got shaky.
“no.. no, no no” she whispered , sitting up and
backing away. you panicked for a moment and
leaned away from her , raising your hands.
“h-hey, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you
uncomfortable,” you spat out and she still shook her
“this.., this can’t happen. get out please.” she
you froze, your expression completely falling. “what?”
“i said get out.” she snapped , pointing to the door,
her eyes red and hot and you wondered what her
tears looked like oh you wondered how her tears felt ,
“okay.” you whispered with a voice crack, feeling a
lump in your throat and getting up from her bed. you
turned and headed out her door, closing it slowly and
feeling your stomach twist and churn as you heard
everything had felt right, why had she acted like it
was so out of the blue? did you misunderstand? no,
you couldn’t have. that look in her eye. the contact,
the way she seemed to have pulled your soul from
ohhh, she had you. had you by the strings.
eyes watering, you found your way out of the house
and went somewhere. you didn’t really know where.
anywhere was nowhere without her.
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yes, you had eventually made it home. after a long
night of contemplating and trying to tear the pit out
of your stomach, you fell asleep on your couch at
4am. you decided to head to velvet and veneers
dressing room early. usually you went with velvet, but
you decided there was no point. there you prepped
their makeup and hair products , anything to keep
yourself busy. it wasn’t your job, it was crimps, but
you couldn’t care less. sometimes you felt like you
as you were laying out makeup brushes, eyes half
open from exhaustion, you heard the door knob
rattling. you had locked the door without realizing it,
so you went to open it. you were then face to face
with a messy up-do velvet with her casual gold mini
skirt and gold top that was paired with pearl earrings
and a white pendant. you felt that churn in your
stomach that came as a familiar feeling. you forced a
smile and opened the door wide open for her.
“good morning vel,” you murmured, her walking in
“you didn’t have to.. do any of that. you aren’t
supposed to.” she says almost defensively, putting
her purse down and avoiding eye contact. leaning
against the wall with your hands in your pockets, you
gazed at her. “i didn’t think it mattered.” you replied
with a tone you didn’t recognize.
she didn’t respond, only cleared her throat and
pulled the elastic out of her hair, her loose, flowing
hair falling over her shoulders. you noticed her nails,
but didn’t catch a glimpse of what she did with them.
“what uh…” you started, feeling a lump forming in
your throat. you tried to gulp it down and she looked
“what color did you do your nails?” you asked. she
looked down at them, seeing her face freeze.
“f/c. the marble.. i was talking about.”
you felt like she kicked you in the stomach. you
shook your head and stood straight.
“velvet. what…what is this? cmon, please.” you
looked her in the eye as your voice broke. you could
tell she was trying to hide an emotion, by the way her
eyebrows twitched and her eyes darted from wall to
“i don’t know what you’re talking about. stop, y/n.”
she said monotonously, sitting down in her vanity
chair and easing a brush through her hair.
“wanna pass me a claw clip?” her tone changed, like
she was completely over it.
you watched her through the mirror, hating how you
felt like a neglected dog. you didn’t bite.
“fine. then i’ll.. i’ll go. crimp will be here soon.” you
picked up your jacket and opened the door.
“no.. no y/n don’t go, don’t go,” she looked panicked
and got up rushing to you , grabbing onto the sleeve
of your jacket. she let go almost instantly. you stood
there, looking at her with your head turned, and you
closed the door, not looking away from her.
“i-i don’t, this isn’t.. good. for my image. for all of
them. i can’t have this, it would cause a wreck in the
media. it won’t work..” she stood so close to you, her
breathing shaky. you furrowed your eyebrows
slightly. it started to click, or so you thought.
“oh. oh, what because your fame is more important
than your feelings? is that it? velvet. you’re better
than this. don’t choose people who love you by first
impression over someone who would walk to the
ends of the earth for—“ she shook her head which
“no, that’s not..” her eyes began to glisten, trying to
your blood ran cold. as if things couldn’t get any
worse, she pulls that card. you stood there like an
idiot; when you should’ve walked away there and
then. you couldn’t get yourself to.
“oh.” you couldn’t tell if you genuinely spoke or if it
was in your head. she batted her eyelashes at you
and it was similar to knives being plummeted in your
“this is just how it’s supposed to be. you’re supposed
to help me with clothes and makeup and be my
fashion designer , i just do what im—“
“i could make you feel more than any man ever
could. you know that.” you became slightly
aggravated. you knew she ddint actually want this,
and hell if you did. she turned around and you took
her wrist gently, stepping towards her.
“we’re meant to be girls together, just try—“
“don’t push this, y/n, y/n i cant —“
“i wasn’t lying.” you said disconnectedly. she looked
“if you ever asked me to do something crazy. i’d say
yes. if you asked me to climb mount Everest in a
dress, i’d say yes. if you asked me to be with you,”
you glided your hand down her arm and took her
“i’d say yes, and i love you.” you could feel the
magnet again, threatening to collapse out of
“…don’t, don’t…” velvet found herself leaning towards
you with tears smudged at her waterline. and she
kissed you. and she kissed you with a sigh, with a
broken promise. a single tear from her fell to your
cheek, and somehow that pulled you closer together.
you broke apart, looking into eachother eyes, and
didn’t notice your hands squeezing with intertwined
fingers. you rose her hand up and pushed it against
“figure yourself out first. you can’t rip my heart out
then eat it.” your own words hurt to say, but you
knew if things would work out, both of you needed
she looked hurt, keeping her hand to her chest even
when you pulled yours away. velvet wiped her face
and cleared her throat. “okay.”
“god damn janitors, jesus chr.. i just fell on my ass,
vel. no one knows how to dry floors apparently.”
veneer burger in whining , crimp following behind
him. you looked at him, then back at velvet.
who was staring at her nails.
holy poop that took longer than it should’ve to write.. i’m sorry friends school and work is stressful and i’m trying to find time to work on this stuff 😞 anyway i loved writing this sm i think i captured velvets crudeness and soft side pretty well lolz, i’ll rewrite a happy ending if a lot of u want one bc i have so much tooth rotting fluff ideas for her 💗💗 anywayyyy im getting a couple of requests so ill make sure to get to them <3 TYSM FOR TJE SUPPORT AHAIN ILY ALL
