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Velvette was in the Middle of a Meeting wich trends are worth killing for and you joined your Girlfriend. Only for Vox to call the Social Media Queen in his Office - alone. -> Velvette x female Reader // Season 2 Spoilers

"....so show me these Trends , that are woth killin´ for Bitches!"

Velvette was sitting Legs crossed in the executive chair of the small meeting room adjacent to her fashion department. The social media queen had gathered her small team from marketing, public relations, accounting, and logistics for a meeting to discuss which trends are worth killing for.

"And no ridiculous combinations like florals and plaid skirts… unless you want to see Velvette's true power!" - you add, settling into the chair next to her.

The Overloard briefly slips her hand under your chin to adjust you into the perfect angle for a selfie, which will be edited with a few clicks moments later.

None of the employees questioned the fact , that you and the social media queen were sitting so intimately together in the chair.

They begin quoting figures, and of course, no one challenges your statement.

Vevlette's right hand moves to your thigh, and she traces small circles on the fabric of your skirt (which, adorned with red and white hearts, perfectly complements your dark top).

Her small gesture of affection makes it difficult for you to stay focused on the meeting.

However, Velvette glances up briefly from her smartphone and clicks her tongue dismissively at the mention of a trend by some accounting demon.

"Before I died, it was the 40s—how about military-inspired dresses?"

You could hear Velvette grinding her teeth, clearly not keen on the idea.

"Oh yeah! Let's just put the symbol of the damn Extermination Angle Army on our logo! Screw you, that idea is so outdated!"

Yeah as that would be a good Idea.

"Vel? Before i died there was a Hype for little Monster Figures.....how about the Vee´´s bring out their own devilish Version....the People of Hell want it because its so....weird that it is trendy again?" - you added.

Labubus were a Thing before you died, an....thing to place on your belt or pocket or handbag....would be nice for the Vee´´s to add more Attention.

"Not the dumbest idea you've ever had, Dollface! Let's put that on the accessories list… any other suggestions?"

Velvette's right eye twitched for a moment as you caught the reflection of an incoming message.

"…another suggestion, Miss Velvette, is—feather boas and pearl necklaces like in the 1920s?"

Plop—another message.

From Vox. You'd noticed because Velvette glanced up briefly. Did Vox want something important?

The other Vees tolerated you and your relationship with Velvette. It came about through a collaboration…you worked as a logo designer for a small company that produced children's clothing at affordable prices, and Velvette liked your design…she poached you and caused a bit of a stir at your former workplace because…she's the Hashtag Bitch, and accordingly, she was able to captivate her with her particularly direct manner…this attraction was quickly mutual, and you went on dates and became a couple.

Since then, you've been like a loyal good luck charm at Velvette's side, supporting her wherever you can.

"Any more suggestions?" - you say as Velvette types a reply, looking a little annoyed.

Apparently, Vox had something important going on…no wonder, after the last annihilation of the angels, Sir Pentecostal had died, and Alastor had gotten his ass kicked on live TV by Adam (you and the Vee's had a movie night, and it had been good entertainment).

"Was there something in the '70s that made floor-length dresses and tweed skirts really popular?" - a demon from the PR department asked.

Velvette, however, stood up so suddenly that you fell forward a bit and wanted to stand up too… if Vox wanted to discuss something, you'd stand by Velvette.

"Nah-nah, Dollface, Vox wants Valentino and me to come alone. YOU—stay here and give me a summary of what ideas these losers come up with, okay?"

Velvette punctuated her request with a quick kiss on the lips, and you nodded, watching as Velvette, her hair swishing, headed for the exit of the meeting room.

"Okay… let's summarize everything again so Velvette can later sort out the good ideas from the fucking bad ones," - you cleared your throat as the room fell silent for a moment.

Some meetings really did go more smoothly than others.

THE END

ah - is this thing on . . ? oh - ! hello . . vox asked me to make a . . ' tumbler ' account , so i obliged . . this reminds me of bluesky , almost ! i remember that time - very bad time . not good .

my name's ethan , NOT papermint . . i don't know where you got that idea , but frankly , it's stupid . . no offense . um - yeah . . . . oh !

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