hey there! my name is janelle, im a new writer thats obsessed w/ the tbt movie 😭
anywhoooo
im a sucker for those two teehee
there will be info on the 1st chapter js so u know what you're getting yourself intoooo
none of the characters are mine.
there MAY be smut in the story. no need to worry though, velvet and veneer will be aged up in the story. (mdni please) this is a FEM reader. i dont do male reader but i can try !gn readers <33
this is like my 3rd time writing a fanfic so please bare w/ me... 😭
ANYWAYSSSS
a lil background!!
you used to be friends w/ velvet and veneer until they moved away to mt. rageous and became the megastars they are now. however, they have their own talent instead of taking away the trolls's. you dislike their music and eventually velvet and veneer themselves since it seemed snobby and self-centered.
yeah
enjoyyyy!!
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𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚:
READER POV:
"I hate my job.
Does he have to be such an idiot all the time? No. But he 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 to be a bastard. 'Y/N, do this!', 'Y/N do that!" He's so annoying. Not my fault he doesn't give me a break."
"I'm sorry about that." Said Crimp, who had been listening to your rambling over the phone. The two of you were friends, or rather acquaintances. Yet that didn't stop you from talking to each other and maintaining a mutual relationship.
"I just wish he'd understand. I don't even know how many available off days I have left!"
"I believe in you girl. If you ever need work thoughhh..."
"I am NOT working for those two broccoli heads. Sorry."
Crimp sighed. "Understandable. I just wish I could also get a break. We're on the same page here, y'know." She ended her sentence with a light chuckle and a snort. She adjusted her glasses, until two familiar voices called her name.
"Ughhh, I gotta go- sorry Y/N, hope everything goes well!!!"
The call ended and I flopped onto my bed. What now? The phone started ringing, and I groaned. I swear, if it's him again-
*'boss' is calling*
"Oh f**k."
I sighed, reluctantly answering the phone.
"Yes?"
"You're fired. Bye!" And he hung up.
"F**king idiot!-" I groaned, throwing my phone onto the bed.
"Looks like I'll need that job after all."
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