꒰ ° 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐦 ꒱ (Velvet and Veneer x Reader)

𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 - 𝟎𝟕

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beautiful or creative; divinely
inspired; peaceful and perfect

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  If the headache wasn't going to kill you, the embarrassment from last night would. Opening your eyes, you found yourself lying in between Velvet and Veneer. "Oh you have to be kidding me..."

  The struggle was real, you wanted to stand up but with Veneer tightly hugging you from behind and Velvet cuddled right up to your chest it was nearly impossible to move. The dress from last night was still on and it felt incredibly scratchy from the material.

  Gently, you pried yourself out of their grasps with much effort (it took you 20 minutes) and without waking them. Stumbling when you stood up, you could've sworn you were still drunk. Next time, you mentally vowed to know your limits and to watch what the twins drank too.

  Tiptoeing over to your room, you opened the door with a soft pop and stepped inside. Grabbing some shorts and a tank top, you headed over to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

  Peeling off that dress has to be the best feeling in the world, folding it up and putting it away in order to return it back to Velvet later. Turning the water on, you stepped into the hot water that was hit enough to not only burn yourself but burn the thoughts of last night away (hot showers for everything showers!). Maybe the expensive stuff that had been stocked up in your bathroom wasn't so bad because man did it smell good and it would make the best everything shower ever.

  Stepping out into the coldness of your room, you felt a chill run down your spine. Attempting to dry your hair out with your damp towel, you just gave up and let it loose. Putting on socks (no dawgs are free here) you tread back out into the hallway feeling much more refreshed.

  Upon returning back to living room you had once let, you quietly checked to see if they were still sleeping. Yep, still passed out- surely they drank more than me? You wondered before getting up and leaving to the kitchen.

  Knowing that when the two awoke, they would a hundred percent be not only in pain but whiney too. Sighing, you realized you'd be taking care of them for the majority of the day. Grabbing a glass and filling it with ice water, you went through every god damn cabinet they had trying to find Advil. Who knew rich people could have such a confusing kitchen, wasn't the trend like minimalistic or something? Grabbing one, you downed it and kept the bottle out for later.

  Maybe it was the fact that you grew up in a low class family compared to their rich upbringing, but you swear these two had never had to cook or clean a day in their lives. Never mind do things for themselves, they had servants for that.

  Finding the coffee machine you decided to steer clear of it as it had way to many buttons and levers, it looked like you needed an engineering degree to run it. Instead, you opted for boiling hot water for tea. Staring out the window, you observed the city from the hills that their mansion was settled on.

  Leaving you in quiet with your thoughts was not the right idea right now. Zoning out, your mind wandered to last night and your adventures. The touch of the twins left a ever lasting effect on you and you swore you could still feel their fingertips on your skin. What if one of them had left you alone with the other? Surely those touches would have...