⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You're too young for him. That's the first thing folks would say if they knew. Fresh into the studio world and still carrying hope. Vincent Whitman loves that. With a single sweep of his eyes, he's already decided what role you'll play in his orbit. He covets you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You trail after him and gush to your friends about what a joy he is to work with. He's a legend, after all. A modern icon, if you will. “New kid,” he says one night when you bring him his coffee just how he likes it. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He knows you fluster easy and gets off on it. The age gap only adds to the thrill. It's a power play, and he's all in. He cracks up over your naivety. “Young people,” he murmurs, leaning close enough for his breath to touch your cheek. “Always looking for somebody to worship. Lucky you found the right man.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He calls you to his dressing room more often than necessary. Sometimes you get work done, but most times you don't. He likes to stand in front of the mirror while you stand behind him, fixing his tie. His hands clasp behind his back. “You’re shaking,” he says softly when he catches your reflection. “You don’t have to. I’ll only bite if you ask.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The first time he kisses you, it’s in the empty studio room. The lights are muted after the show, but you're feeling electric. “Careful,” he mutters against your lips. “People will talk if they see you come out looking like that.” When you quirk a brow, he chuckles and wipes a smudge from your cheek. “I’m a star, sweetheart. They expect me to be a scandal. You don't have that luxury.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Publicly, he keeps a polished appearance. Privately, he lets himself unravel. He guides your hands and murmurs praise. “You keep up better than I expected,” he tells you. “Don't let that change. It's why I keep you around.”
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Imagine being a guest at the hotel when Vox and Velvette visit. You’ve slept in, so you know nothing about them visiting, and just come downstairs in your shark onesie for some bacon and waffles.
Vox and Velvette are about to leave when Vox sees you out of the corner of his eye and whips around. You’re yawning and shoving at least three waffles in your face at the same time, oblivious to the Overlords by the door.
In Vox’s eyes, everything slows down and his systems pick up. How did he not know you were here? Did you like sharks? Next time he visited, he’d bring Shock.wav and - next time?
“Vox?” Velvette waves her hand in front of his screen, which is glitching out faster than she’s ever seen before. “Vox, what the fuck, are you broken?” He doesn’t even think before moving her hand and staring at you again.
“That’s the one, Vel.” She looks at you, then at Vox, and then at you again.
“The one what?” Vox ignores her and sighs.
“She’s beautiful.” He forces himself to look away and turns to Charlie. “You know, Princess, maybe you’ve got a good thing going on with this hotel. We’ll make sure to spread the word.” Both Charlie and Velvette make identical faces of sheer confusion.
Vox makes to leave, but sneaks one last look at you. Utterly in a world of your own, you’re sprawled across the sofa watching a shark documentary. One of the ones he’d produced and narrated in.
His systems fry as he gets into the limo, and Velvette shrieks as the power goes out.
“We’re coming back here,” he says. “Absolutely. In fact, let’s come back in an hour. With Shock.wav and Vark. And a wedding planner.”
So.. I've been thinking lately how the V's (separate and together) would act with a reader on their period?
The Vees x Reader
Vox
📺 Vox notices everything about your cycle because he literally tracks it on his private servers. He knows the dates, the mood swings, the cravings — before you even tell him. It freaks you out at first.
"Ugh, everything feels wrong today. I don’t even know why I’m this irritated.”
"Because your period’s starting tomorrow.”
“WHAT THE FUCK, VOX?!”
📺 He bulk-orders supplies like a man preparing for the apocalypse. Buys every brand of pads, tampons, cups — hell, even stuff you’ve never heard of. He orders it in bulk and brags, “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll never run out. I got a fucking warehouse stacked for you.” In his mind a real man is one who takes care of you.
📺 Vox uses his screen/body as a heating pad. He programs his body to generate just the right warmth for your cramps. He’ll smugly ask, “Too hot? Too cold? Or am I perfect, as usual?”
📺 Vox won’t let you move around much. If you try to get up to work or clean, he literally pulls you back to bed, grumbling like a sulky cat. “You’re not doing shit. Not today. I already told the world you’re busy — with me. Now shut up and lay down.” He will take a day off (who's gonna stop him) to stay in bed with you to watch your favourite comfort shows.
Velvette
👠 If you try to tough it out, acting like it's nothing, Vel will have none of it. She’s instantly offended. “No. Uh-uh. You’re not walking around bleeding like some tragic heroine. Bed. Now. I will carry you myself if I have to, don’t test me.”
👠 She drags you into a fluffy robe, ties your hair back, and forces you into bed surrounded by silk pillows. You will always be comfortable. Orders your favourite comfort foods instantly - Whether it’s ice cream, chocolate bars, or noodles.
👠 If anyone dares to stress you out while you’re suffering, Vel is on the warpath. She will absolutely claw a bitch for speaking to you wrong.
"Shit, the constant chatter is killing me."
"You know what, I don't actually need that model. Kill that bitch."
"WAIT NO-"
Valentino
🦋 Absolutely does not care about blood. If you have to clean your bedsheets/underwear but you're too weak to do so, he's the one who changes it out. He’ll lean in closer if you act embarrassed. “Doll, I don’t give a fuck if you’re bleeding. You’re still mine. Still perfect.” Honestly, he finds it hot that you’d even think something could make him less obsessed with you.
🦋 He insists you eat rich comfort foods and drink good whiskey (or wine, if you prefer). If you’re craving junk food, he’ll snap his fingers and send someone running for it instantly. “Whatever my doll wants, my doll gets."
🦋 He’s good with his hands — massaging your lower back, thighs, or stomach when cramps hit. And he brags about it the whole time.
“See? Told ya these hands were magic. In more ways than one-"
"I'm going to smack you."
🦋 He's weirdly tender. Underneath the dramatics, Val really just wants you to feel safe. He’ll kiss your temple, call you “sweetheart,” and remind you you’re beautiful even when you feel miserable. “C’mere, doll. Bleedin’ or not, you’re still the best fuckin’ thing in hell.”
The Vees
The three of them pile around you in bed or on the couch, basically turning into your possessive guard dogs. They argue constantly about who’s spoiling you best:
“She doesn’t need all that extra crap. She just needs rest.”
“Shut it, she deserves luxury treatment.”
“You’re both wrong. What she needs is me.”
"Will all of you shut the fuck up for one minute?!"
(instant silence)
Vox sets up a giant cinema in the bedroom. You’re buried in blankets between the three of them while endless movies, music videos, or trash TV play in the background. Vel forces everyone into face masks and skincare sessions mid-movie. Val gets bored halfway through and starts kissing your neck until Vox smacks him with a pillow.
You’re not moving. They’ll carry you everywhere — to the bathroom, to the couch, back to bed. Vox is behind you, Vel cuddled into your front, Val draped across both of you — it’s a whole Vee sandwich.
Imagine the morning after with Vox post-scream rain debacle.
The scream rain finally fizzles out sometime near dawn, fading into the quiet morning, but Vox doesn’t move. He’s draped over you like a weighted blanket.
His screen stays dimmed in “sleep mode,” showing a low-light screensaver that looks suspiciously like pixelated clouds drifting by.
When the hellish sun peeks in and warms the room, he gives the smallest, sleepiest static crackle. You feel the vibration against your chest.
Instinctively, he tightens his arms around you before he’s even awake, like he’s making sure you didn’t disappear overnight.
His voice comes in distorted and gravelly at first. “Mrrph… morning already?” He doesn’t open his eyes. Doesn’t lift his head. Just clings to you with an annoyed grumble at the concept of waking up.
You run your fingers along the side of his frame, and he lets out a low, content hum. He loves morning affection when he’s too tired to pretend he doesn’t.
He nuzzles closer, mumbling dramatically, “If you leave this bed I’ll lose all will to live, babe…”
Every time you shift even a little, he wraps a leg over you like he’s anchoring you in place. You’re not leaving. Ever. Not allowed.
He finally peeks one eye open, the screen flickers to life with soft blue. He gives you a sleepy half-smirk. “Still here… good.” Without the fear from last night, he’s clingy in a different way: soft, grateful, unwilling to let the morning steal you away.
Instead of getting up, he drags the blanket over both of you again. “Five more minutes.” It’s a lie. He means an hour. Minimum.
He ends up falling back asleep on top of you like a warm, protective, needy pile of circuits and affection.
You: Vox, I'm home. Listen, I'm sorry... I got you a present.
Vox, excited like a child, jumping with that puppy smile: What is it? What is it?
You: *pass him the little plastic bag with 2 little fish inside, blue and red like him* I had no money and I didn't know where to find a real shark, but... I won this sharky stuffed animal for you.
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✧ Summary: Vox bought you both shark onesie’s, let’s just say he was absolutely thrilled.
✧ Tags: deep romance, obsession for sharks, mentions of shock wave, friendship with vel, Vox being very happy.
╰┈➤ Side note: he lives for sharks.. he just absolutely would self destruct if he saw his LOVER in clothes of his favorite animal…
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Vox came home, looking all over the tower for you, he seemed excited. Once he finally found you on the camera he immediately zapped to you.
You were chatting with vel, talking about the latest trends or new clothes ideas, vel obviously enjoying her time with you.
You yelped, your eyes darting towards Vox immediately. Vel’s face seeming annoyed as she knew he would ruin their ‘gossip’ time.
‘Vox!! Oi, you better fuck o—‘ she was about to complain, her snarky attitude popping off until he gripped your arm teleported to his office. Once there shock wave immediately came to greet you, his tail swooshing in his huge tank.
‘Baby! Love..— soo.. I have gotten us something, and you shoul— NO, NEED.. to try this with me!’ He twiddled his fingers and smiled thrillingly, his eyes squinting as he gripped onto your shoulders.
‘Well.. it depends, because if it’s another hell ending cause we are NOT doing this agai—‘ you seemed worried, Vox coming to immediately reassure you. ‘No!! No never.. but you’ll look gorgeous! As always.. but yes, close your eyes for the surprise!’
You rolled your eyes at first and closed them. You heard him zap away as some fiddling in the near by closet. You waited only for a new more mins before he gripped one of your wrists.
‘Open, honey.’ His whispered.
You slowly opened your eyes only to see him in a really cute shark onesie. Your eyes slightly widened as you looked him up and down
‘Aw baby?! You..— you look so cute!!’ You put your hands on your cheeks, and yelled a little ‘eekkkk’ Vox lit up with a neon blue blush, his eyes looking down as his smile faltered, static popping off of his screen.
‘O—oh— well i… can you match with me? Please’
He mumbled, seemly happy as his ego boosted from your praise. You nodded, as he handed you your onesie, it was a nurse shark onesie..!!
You ran to put it on, Vox tapping his foot and crossing his arms in anticipation.
Once you came out you opened your arms ‘ta-da!!’ You giggled, Vox’s face light up. ‘BABY! You need to stay in that!! You need to sleep in that with me!!’ He talked like an excited child getting to open Christmas presents.
Vox may or may not have taken a couple screenshots. He picked you up, your onesie shark tail hanging as you nuzzled your head into Vox’s shoulder.
‘We’re GOING to watch jaws, not complaining.’ You groaned, we already watched that 3 times in a row you thought to yourself.. ‘ughh.. why can’t we watch jaws 2..’ he looked down at you and smirked. ‘That’s an option too.!’
He kicked open the bedroom door, and you guys snuggled up in your cute shark onesies and watched jaws 2… (for the 2nd time)
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Hihi, I really enjoyed doing this.. so uhm maybe next writing will be about Christmas, since it’s coming up :))
