the pairing is requested, but i made up the prompt. this one involved a couple of AUs; one being veruca's cousin, the other the boyfriend. i also have (successfully) written something from veruca's pov, so i'm pretty ecstatic 'bout it. enjoy.
mikeveruca; overrated perfection
as requested by: Yuki Hamasaki-sama
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Valentina has her whole life organised perfectly for her, with gentle features of a complete young nobleman's daughter, brown locks curl and bounces in all the right places and hands tangled with the most perfect man ever; Malcolm Turner, with his mesmerising deep-sea blue eyes, deep dimples and perfectly-combed-to-the-side bright blond hair. A match made in heaven, a classic fairytale of a Prince and Princess coming to life, an excellent tale of love that matches Shakespeare's creation - or at least, that's what they're calling it these days.
Screw them.
Veruca doesn't need her cousin's perfect life - she doesn't need her idiot father who knows nothing but spends his money on such petty stuff, doesn't need perfect brown lock when her messy strains of dark, dirty brown hair is tangled in his hand - his rough and not-gentle fingers; when her story can be of pinning him down and crashing together and laughing at smokes and seeing stars way past her bedtime and sleeps to his not-blue eyes and falls in love with his messy brown hair, and screaming his names - Mike Teavee - because he leaves a big hickey on her neck when he well knows she has a dinner party to go the very next day.
She doesn't need Prince or Shakespeare because when she's climbing down from her room to his arms, she isn't thinking about those stupid people - rather the taste of his lips against her own, and the way he feels against her when he's close enough, and the way he whispers nonsense into her ears when she's drunk enough to actually giggle at it.
Because no matter what she does with Mike, she knows she'll never going to live up to whatever perfect image Valentina & Malcolm has put; so instead of dwelling on ways to match up to all the premade stereotypes, she takes Mike hands and asks him to be himself because, for the love of God, she knows she isn't going to change herself for anyone's sake.
And yeah, she's a disgrace, and he's arrogant; she's a bitch, and he's quite nasty at remarks, but they're nothing if not themselves, and Veruca & Mike is all they have to live up to - and to hell with it, but they're pretty fucking okay with that.