*+:”no, i’m not jealous..!”｡.｡
jealous!veneer x GN!reader
being a stylist for the famous twins velvet and veneer has put quite a turn on your life. you loved your job, and you fell even more in love with “the star”‘s brother, veneer. you and veneer have been dating for quite some time now, past the honey moon stage, and now becoming more aware of each others patterns that you two express. recently, though, you have noticed veneer has had a striking eye on the sweet interviewer, kid ritz, who has taken a strong liking to you.
you and venners relationship hasn’t been very open to the public, especially no pda. so when you’re invited to a red carpet to model with the siblings, kid ritz starts to become a little more confident with stealing veneers other half… veneer starts getting a little fussy, let’s say.
what will he do to prove that you’re his and his only ?
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you awake from your sleep at 5am with a groan of
dissatisfaction , tasting dampness in your mouth.
rolling over to your pack, you lazily wipe your mouth
with the palm of your hand and limply let your hand
fall to the side of the bed, reaching for your phone to
turn off your alarm. you laid there for six minutes to
absorb reality, half dreaming in your head, then
remembering what today was. velvet and veneers red
carpet show. you groaned even louder, pulling
yourself out of bed and stumbling across your room
the stylist life really had you done sometimes.
after a shower and getting ready for an hour, wearing
nice dress pants and a nice white collar. you grabbed
a croissant and a prepped iced coffee from your
fridge in preparation to leave, when you heard a
rhythmic knocking at your front door. eyebrows
furrowed in confusion, you hesitantly opened the
door to see a smiling veneer in a black zip-up hoodie
be began walking towards you, backing you up into
the house and behind your door, where he placed a
hand on your lower back and kissed you sweetly
against the wall. it was short and sweet, pulling away,
your face flushed. he moved his hand to your hip.
“sorry, vel’s in the car. y’know how she is.” he said in
a low voice, clearly still waking up. shaking your head
with a smile, you started ; “you came to pick me up?”
he grinned, running his fingers through his
“‘course i did, it’s a special day, y/n. why wouldn’t i
come pick up the love of my life for fun?” he sounded
sassy, and you waved a hand in his face.
“alright, yeah yeah,” you slithered past him and out
the door, where you spotted velvet filing her nails in
the passenger seat of their car. you waved to her as
you headed to the vehicle and she spotted you in the
corner of her eye, smiling slightly at you before
turning her concentration to her nails again. you
knew she liked you, veneer told you she admitted it,
but because she thought you were a good role model
for veneer. and she mentioned she admired your
style. as expected, she wasn’t too fond of the fact
you were their stylist, assuming you were giving
veneer special treatment… which you did. only
climbing into the back seat, you set your bag down
and veneer climbed into the drivers seat. starting the
car, he turned completely in his seat to look at you,
his hands on the headrest.
“soooo, y/n, we wanted to ask you something,” he
started, and you heard velvet groan. curious, you sat
on the edge of your seat. “what’s up?”
“did you…” he was basically jittering in his seat,
glancing over at velvet with a big smile on his face.
“good GOD veneer, just ask them! you’ve done it
before!” velvet exclaimed , throwing the nail file at
him. he tossed it back and looked at you.
“would you like to be on the red carpet with us
todaaaaay?” he spat out quickly , his feet kicking.
you smiled and suddenly had a gush of excitement.
“of course!” you replied. you had been to only a few
red carpets with them, and from what you saw on
the internet, people loved you. people weren’t aware
of yours and veneers relationship, but apparently
they were capturing small moments between you
two, like how he looks at you, or how he whispered
something in your ear as you walked by. which, yes,
was actually a romantic comment. as mentioned, you
both agreed no pda, but knowing veneer, he always
found ways to sneak small gestures to show that he
“great!” veneer babbled , sitting in his seat properly
“you knew they would say yes, why are you acting
like you asked them to replace our position”
“well i am sorry i’m excited. i solemnly swear to never
you couldn’t help but laugh.
arriving to their dressing room, (i don’t know what
the building the dressing room is in is called???) you
all escort the car, veneer opening the car door for
you. you get out by swinging your legs over the side
and you take his hand to hoist yourself up. velvet was
already inside by the time yours and veneers little
connection was over. you both caught up to her and
made your ways to the dressing room.
opening the door to the room, you were greeted with
the scent of hairspray and cleaner. despite the
janitors countless times of deep cleaning the room,
velvet & veneers hairspray always lingered; like a
permanent scent. you set your bags on the ground,
veneer plopping on one of the vanity chairs and
velvet clapping her hands together once.
“so! y/n , we’re getting you ready first. i REALLY
don’t need to be messing up how i look during the
process just for you to look perfect.” velvet
announced and veneer furrowed his eyebrows
slightly at her. she caught his look, rolled her eyes
slightly and went over to you, taking you by your
shoulders and setting you down at the other vanity.
“sorry.” she mumbled. you didn’t react, you just
“so, what’s the plan for me? are we matching?” you
asked, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.
veneer gasped and jumped up, clapping his hands
“yes! oh, wouldn’t that be cute, vel?” he said
erratically. velvet scoffed and began running her
fingers through your hair to part it into sections.
“veneer, you gorgeous imbecile, we already bought
the outfit,” she pinned your hair up, “stop getting so
frantic. anyway, open the closet and bring out the
outfit. then get out. they’re changing.”
veneer cocked his head at her.
“i don’t care? i’m professional, you wouldn’t be. be
smart.” she shot back. he listened , winking at you
and got up to retrieve the outfit.
when he pulled out the outfit, you gasped audibly.
(ideas, otherwise make your own ideas in your head)
“velvet. and. veneer. this is… holy shit.” you felt
yourself begging to shake from excitement. veneer
smiled seeing how happy you were.
“you like it, yeah?” vel asked, you nodded fiercely.
“good. cause’ you weren’t getting anything else.”
veneer laughed. “she’s kidding. if you were to
somehow in some universe look bad in it, she would
instantly get something new.”
“why are you still here.” she snarled and looked back
towards him. he raised his arms in defence and left
velvet took her time styling your hair, putting pretty
pins and spray on glitter on it, plastering gorgeous
makeup on your face and was humming a song as
she did so. she felt oddly peaceful, you haven’t seen
her like this before. it felt nice. you watched her
through the mirror as she worked, clearly biting her
tongue. that was a form of concentration she did,
and whenever veneer pointed it out , she would get
upset. she got upset a lot. what’s new?
after a good , maybe , half an hour of work, velvet
was finished, and she had fitted you into the outfit.
she finally let you look at yourself in the mirror. that’s
when velvet gave veneer the “okay” for him to come
in. you were admiring yourself , hands running over
the outfit and fingertips lightly brushing certain
“mess that up and you’re done.” velvet said , her
arms crossed and hip popped to the side. veneer was
staring at you in a trance. no matter how many times
he’s seen you in red carpet outfits, he’s blown away
each and every time. he gazed with a smile of
genuine love & appreciation, eyes melting in your
back. and when you turned around, his heart
“absolutely not. nope. no.” velvet intruded, standing
between you two and dragging veneer by the arm
and to the opposite vanity.
“anyway, our turn!” she exclaimed, sitting in the one
you were previously sitting at.
and there they stood, two angels of pure beauty all
dolled up by you. sometimes you were convinced you
had magic hands. you felt proud of yourself.
“ooooo i love !!” veneer squeaked, touching his hair
and holding his face. velvet was smiling, twirling in
the mirror and flexing her fingers in excitement.
“as expected, y/n, thank you. now,” she turned and
wrapped her arm around veneer , pulling him against
her shoulder and extending her hand towards the
“cmon, veneer and y/n, we’re going from stars to
at that moment, a producer knocked at the door.
your heart skipped a beat, starting to feel the anxiety
“god they’re gonna love us!” veneer gushed, balling
his hands into fists and shaking them near his chest.
letting go of him, velvet started towards the door and
“alright, y/n, time to make us famous!- oh, wait, we
already are. ha! i guess make us even MORE
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and there you all were, right at the entrance of the
carpet. you stood there focusing on your breathing,
and a ringing in your ears started. you kept shaking
your head to push it away, and veneer approached
you, putting a hand on your arm.
“pre show jitters?” he asked with a grin. you
snickered. “now where did you hear that
he blinked at you, then shook his head. “let’s,
uh..anyway,” he gave you a quick kiss to your cheek.
“you’ll do great. i know it. act like they’re all idiots
and you’re the hottest and greatest one there.” you
shook your head at his foolishness, smiling.
“thank you, ven.” he let go of your arm and velvet
turned around to look at you two.
“‘kay, we’re on, veneer, we enter first, y/n, come
behind us and follow on my side.” she demanded,
and so it began, as soon as they hit the carpet, the
flashes and voices got louder and brighter. you
waited a moment, then strut your way behind them,
stopping beside velvets side when they did. gasps of
awe started, and more flashes appeared.
your heart pounded and fluttered and you looked
ober the crowd with a confidence you didn’t know
the siblings posed and gave the audience what they
wanted, sort of leaving you by your own. veneer
looked back at you for a brief moment, giving you a
reassuring smile that basically told you, “do you.” and
you then posed, gazed and smiled at the paparazzi.
you noticed all the other celebrities, some you were
fans of yourself, but most of the attention was on you
three. as you are looking at the paparazzi, you
oh , it was the interview. kid ritz, was that his name?
he looked at you a certain way, like his eyes were
going to bulge out of his head. you couldn’t tell
if you were uncomfortable or flattered, so you shown
a smile to him specifically. he looked away, he
seemed to be nervous. you found this amusing. you
decided to act for his camera only, turning around
and looking over your shoulder with a sly smile.
people crowded around him as they tried to capture
you in this moment , and the boy couldn’t seem to
concentrate on taking the pictures.
that’s when velvet approached you , posing right
behind your shoulder which drove them up the wall.
she smiled as she hooked her arm in yours with
“that’s enough now. let’s go,” she brought you two to
the stairs that lead to the entrance of the party you
were actually supposed to attending.
once inside, velvet let go of you and groaned. “god, it
is so tiring being famous sometimes.” she brushed
her outfit down. “alright, let’s go stuff our faces and
talk with people we hate. shall we?” she purposed
to veneer sarcastically , making her way to the what-
looked-like-a-ballroom part of the party. she dragged
veneer with her, him turning his head to wink at you.
you blushed and held one hand overtop of the other
in front of you. looking around, you adored the
interior of the building, a beautiful chandelier
sparking below victorian paintings on the dome roof.
your adoration was then interrupted when you heard
someone clearing their throat behind you.
you whipped around, frightened, and seen kid ritz
standing there , his face tinted pink. you blinked a
few times before smiling awkwardly. “oh, hello.”
“hi, we’ve never spoken before. i’ve interviewed you
with velvet and veneer before. i’m kid ritz.” he
introduced himself , a type of confidence in his voice.
he was not like this earlier.
your smile turning genuine, you nodded. “right, i
know you. it’s nice to properly know you.”
ritzs eyes trailed down your face all the way to the
end of your outfit, speaking as they went back up,
“their stylist , yeah? you did this up too?” he
asked, poking his cheek with his tongue. you gulped
“oh, no, velvet did this. i think she did it stunningly..”
you trailed off as you looked down at your outfit,
brushing down a flap. now leaned against a wall
beside you, kid ritz put his pointer finger under your
chin and lifted it up, moving it smoothly across your
face to brush a strand of hair from your face.
“mmh, i’d say it matches your eyes.”
your moth went agape, and you suddenly realized
what he was doing. “oh, i—“
“mhm, it does, doesn’t it?” a voice came from behind
kid ritz, where veneer was standing with his hands in
his pockets, staring holes into ritz’ head. the
interviewer smiled , turning to face him but keeping
“great , good. y/n’s good too. i think i can , uh,” he
approached you and stood slightly in front of you.
“take it from here. velvet would like to talk to you.” he
notified, pointing his head towards her who spoke to
other celebrities in the distance.
kid ritz looked at him disapprovingly and exhaled
slowly through his nose. he then smiled and
shrugged. “sure! no problem,” he looked over veneers
shoulder towards you. “nice talk, y/n.”
veneer glared at him and seemed to straighten his
posture vaguely as he walked away. finally being able
to breathe, you let out a shaky breath. he turned ,
walking past you. “follow.”
you listened, keeping a distance as you followed him
to a walk in closet out of the main room. you walked
in first, his back facing you as he closed the door. he
“i was waiting… waiting for that to happen.” he
began, turning to look at you. he wasn’t angry at this
point, just jealous. you said nothing.
“he looked at you like.. you were a piece of meat.” he
spoke through his teeth. he approached you, taking
your wrist as he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. he
“if he… oh, if he ever speaks to you or so-god-help-
me touches you when you’re not near me and it’s not
fame related, you tell me, y/n.” he insisted, leaving
little speechless. he isn’t usually like this, even when
it came to creeps on the internet. you nodded, but he
shook his head, pulling you towards him by your
wrist, his hip pushing you gently against the wall.
“i need to hear you say it. say you don’t want him.”
he was near inches away from your face , you felt the
heat of his face radiate onto yours. your wrist against
the wall, you felt a little helpless. you wanted to kiss
“i dont. i don’t want him, veneer, you.. you..” your
glossy eyes looked up at his deep, roused ones.
beneath the hatred he felt, all he could
think of was how you looked in that outfit and
wishing your eyes could only be locked with his
forever. no one else. you might’ve as well swallowed
his soul, because the trance you had him in was
a strange idea emerged in your mind, and you took
action, biting your inner lip until blood surfaced, and
veneer took notice , looking concerned.
your lips crashed onto his, pressing your body
against him to fit the curve of his. a strangled sound
escaped his throat as if he lost a fight to an addiction
he couldn’t use all day, which, be did. your free hand
glided up his waist and to his collar, pulling him
closer as his hand slid up to yours against the wall,
your tongue dipped into his mouth for a instant , in
advance to you breaking the kiss. he now had a stain
of red on his tubercles. his eyes were low and full of
affection. “there.” you whispered, licking your lower
lip. “now we’re intertwined.” you batted your
eyelashes at him with a smile. he looked a little
shocked but that expression was quickly changed
“you are… something else.” he quickly kissed you one
last time, breaking the contact. you smiled slyly,
putting a hand on your hip. “you are… jealous. very
jealous.” you teased and he rolled his eyes.
“am not. i just don’t like when poor punks talk to my
“that’s uh, that’s what jealousy is.”
“y/n.” veneer shot you a look and you laughed.
in front of him, you went to open the door, but before
you could , the door swung open first.your heart
it was velvet. she blinked very slowly, her expression
“get in the god damn car. i don’t have anything to
say to you two.” she said blankly, walking away. you
looked back at veneer who was holding back
“i don’t think we’re ever doing a red carpet together
“absolutely not.” he agreed with a nod, taking your
hand as he lead you out to the crowd, leaving you
a/n : this took me so long to publish just for it to be so sucky 😞 anywayyyyy i hope the person that requested this liked it!!! i’m now on christmas break so i’m slightly less busy , as always lmk if there’s anything i can do to improve the characters personalities 🫶🏻
