#verovel

bonus:

OUT RIGHT NOW AND ALL FUCKED UP. Hellaverse, Verosika/Velvette. 234 words. Prompts were “phone call/texting + potions/alcohol.”

Verosika's drunk-dialing again.

PRETEND TO BE NICE. Hellaverse, Verosika/Velvette. 315 words. Prompts were “meeting her friends + jealousy.”

“I hate your fucking friends,” Verosika says. Velvette grins at her. “I hate yours,” she says, and leans in for a kiss.

CELEBRITY SKIN. Hellaverse, Verosika/Velvette. 625 words. Prompts were "hair & makeup + lies & acting."

Velvette draws the eyeliner pen across Verosika’s lashline, though her lashes are already thick and fanned out and will likely obscure it completely when she opens her eyes. The shadow’s done, green glitter packed on thick in the same cat-eye shape as the liner, color and shine dancing as it catches the light. There isn’t much to do to Verosika — not much Velvette would do, if she’s honest, which she isn’t, ever, as a rule.

REAL BIG MISTAKES. Hellaverse, Verosika/Velvette. 625 words. Prompts were “getting together + breaking up/fight."

Verosika’s mascara is running as she shouts, drunk again, “Block my fucking number, don’t call me anymore, don’t pick up when I call — I never want to see you again —" Velvette, snide, “Babe, I’m not the one making calls after two a.m. every night,” her voice shifting to a horny coo, “Vel, I’m so lonely, Vel, come over, Vel, I need you —" Verosika bends at the waist to get on her level. “What’s sad about you is that you’re so used to selling you think people will buy anything.”

HELLO AGAIN, FRIEND OF A FRIEND. Hellaverse, Verosika/Velvette. 362 words. Prompts were “music + social media."

Verosika clatters down the stairs after the show, sweat making her slide on her Lucite pumps, glitter freckling her skin and body aching in that exhilarating way like after a good fuck. Better than an orgasm, she thinks — and don’t tell the baddies down in Lust she said it — is to go on stage and sing her fucking heart out, hand reaching into a crowd that reaches back with a thousand more. They become a living, breathing organism of eyes and heads and hearts that all want to fuck her, and she gives it back times ten. Velvette is in her fucking dressing room.