Dream Barbie [Veneer x Reader]

Chapter 1; Top of the Mountain

{Work hard. Make it look easy.}

[Sorry for the late chapter!]
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Mount Rageous, a glorious topia, where thriving citizens roam the streets, each unique. Whether day or night, Mount Rageous is thriving with upbeat energy- almost contagious energy, at that. The streets were buzzing, cars speeding by, down the roads and through the many turns- tonight was a special night, as the darkness of the sky became overlayed with brightly colored lights, cheers and shouts filling the air.

The Rage Dome was crowded with herds of people, their eyes wide with hyped energy. They were calling, but not for just anybody. They were calling out to you.

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From the shield of the silken, velvety red curtains, you peered out onto the runway, [E/C] eyes scanning the crowd, as a quick way to come to a conclusion with your observation. The air was heavy with hollers, which seemed to speed up your already racing heart. You were nervous, as this would be your first live modeling. The thought of many people's eyes on you sent a nervous chill down your very spine.

"[Y/N], you're on in 5. I'd suggest you do any final checks now."

Startled, you whipped your head around, your locks of flawless hair, sleek with a glossy, elegant shine, following the sudden movements, resulting in a stinging whack in the face. Quickly, you used a finger to remove the unwanted strands, making your way towards your loyal assistant, Perry. He is a kind, loyal man. Professional and sweet, he makes sure that your needs are met, and that you are at the peak of comfort. The man seemed to have sensed your nerves, as his chocolate gaze met yours, holding them, locking your eyes into an intense staring contest that only lasted about a minute. His voice was as smooth as caramel, blended with concern and worry.

"Miss [Y/N], are you feeling alright?"

For some reason, you she to ponder. Were you? Were you really alright? The public eye is judgemental, and maybe that is what caught you in a tornado of thoughts and feelings. With a soft sigh, your shoulders slumpt, resulting in a loose sleeve to fall.

"What if they hate me, Perry?"

You were anxious. Perry's left hand took your own, his right fixing your fallen sleeve. On his lips played a comforting smile.

"[Y/N], it's impossible to hate a beaut like you. You're on."

Perry's words slowed your racing heart, your mind swirling around a towering grandeur and newfound confidence. Yes. You can do this. Just breathe, smile, and wave. You turned, straightening your posture, watching as the exquisite curtains began to draw back, slowly revealing inches of your form to the public.

The curtains had parted with a slow drag, edging your mind. The last bit had vanished painfully slow, the anticipation almost agonizing. Cheers erupted from the crowd, the flashing of cameras highlighting your skin that was free of flaws. You defined perfection. With calculated, slow steps, you placed one foot on front of the other, the faint yet satisfying click of your.. music? filling your ears as.. the.. what the hell?

Gasps filled the room, gentle mutters being shared from person to person as your stage was suddenly invaded by two new, stylish figures with hair so green, it was almost frightening to look at. Perry didn't tell you that you were to be modeling with two new people..

"What's up Mount Rageous?!"

Exclaimed the.. arrogant looking girl with soft pink lipstick, her entire being managing to radiate an aura of sass as her eyes quickly scanned the stunned civilians in the crowd. She had just completely stolen your spotlight.. and apparently, the audience didn't have any objections, as they cheered and clapped for the mysterious duo that had just rudely crashed and interrupted your moment. The shock factor was over for you, as you marched over, tainted with a slight rage. Just who did these two think they were?!

However, before you could make your full approach, the second invader stopped you with his hands crossed over his chest, giving you a haughty expression. And much to your dismay, he spoke to you in a way that made you feel like a bug beneath his shoe.

"You look upset. Maybe calm down and take a breather, hm?"

You just wanted to beat that expression off of his face. Your fingers curled in agitation, your freshly manicured nails digging into your palms as you begin to boil over the top with frustration.

"You crashed.. my first. SHOW!"

Honestly, you really didn't know how to react. Should you cry? Perhaps simply pass away from embarrassment? Maybe you should go to a rage room and damage something out of anger? You were never really known to be emotional, but your big day had just been ruined. Once again, he spoke, his smirk is dripping with a kingly aura.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry! Anyways, you should scram. We don't really like unwanted guests on stage."

...

But that was two years ago. Yet, you still can't seem to let it go.

Chapter summary;

[Memory]

It was your first public modeling, and boy, were you nervous! However, thanks to the help of Perry, you push through the nerves, and begin to start the show! But wait.. two people decide to crash your big day, deciding to put on a petty performance of song and dance instead. You had tried to end it, but you were stopped by one hell of an asshole with green hair.

[Working on multiple chapters at once! -3/3/24]