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happy birthday clive <3

trying to get back into writing aaa

based on a prompt i’d written few years ago but never actually used

this is in an au where clive and the reader are not friends from childhood but just classmates in high school

clive donovan x artist! reader

You weren’t trying to be creepy.

It just sort of…happened.

Clive sat in the desk diagonal to you in every history class and somehow, your hands always started moving before your brain caught up. The lines would start with his jawline, the fall of his hair, the quiet seriousness in his eyes as he listened to the teacher. Soon, you’d have little pages filled with sketches of him, sometimes in different art styles, sometimes a little more realistic. Something you’d never show to anyone. Especially not him.

Which made it all the more horrific when your sketchbook slipped from your arms and splayed open on the floor—Right in front of him. Clive bent down before you could, his fingers brushing the paper as his eyes scanned the page.

He blinked. Then looked up at you.

You didn’t wait to see his reaction. Your ears were burning, heart racing, brain hardly forming a coherent thought so your legs decided for you— to bolt it.

You Bolted out of the cafeteria and up the stairs, until you reached the rooftop, a strange feeling of embarrassment and guilt mixed with the coldness of the empty rooftop taking up your thoughts. You didn’t know what you were doing. Just that you did not want to be seen.

Of course, that didn’t last long.

The door creaked open beside your tensed figure sitting on the floor. “Hey…” Clive’s voice was quieter than usual, like he was being cautious. “You left this.”

You turned hesitantly, and there he was, holding your sketchbook. His fingers tapped the edge of it nervously, a tinge of redness adoring his cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to snoop…” he said, eyes flickering to the rooftop floor, then to you. “But I saw a few pages. They’re… good. I mean, really good.”

You swallowed, preparing for embarrassment to eat you alive. “I- sorry... I shouldn’t have- drawn you like that. I just- It helps me practice. I didn’t mean for you to see it.”

Clive took a step closer, then sat down beside you.

“Well” he said, pulling something from his own bag. A notebook, worn at the edges. “It’s only fair I show you mine.”

He flipped it open, and to your shock, there were drawings—of you. Rough sketches, details of your hands when you were writing, the way your hair sat when you leaned over your desk, one even highlighting your smile when you were focused on a book.

“I guess…now we’re even..” he softly mutters, with a shy smile. You look at him with widened eyes, “How- when did you even…” You’re unable to form a proper sentence as he cuts you off, “You’re not the only one who notices things y’know” he said, not looking at you, his thumb brushing over one of the pages.

Silence stretched for a second.

You couldn’t bare the silence, a small sense of courage finding its way in you as you say “Maybe next time-” he glances at you sideways, “-we could draw each other… on purpose?” you say, a little unsure yet determined when you notice a genuine smile on his face.

And just like that, the rooftop didn’t feel so cold anymore.

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not to be a s*mp or anything but i need me a man like baxter..

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my obsession with 14dwy goes hard fr

i’m not a writer so pls don’t mind </3

this is also probably gonna be ooc but we yolo

reblogs appreciated !!

imagine ren listening in on your phone call with moth since he hacked into your phone

imagine ren feeling his heart race as he listens to you gush about the cute guy you saw at the library earlier that day. his false shy haruko persona almost melting away as his true feelings tugged at his heart, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at his angel’s words.

imagine ren's eyes wide in shock as he listens to the description which sounded just like him- well [redacted] to be precise but him, the real him. his heart wanting to pounce out of his chest as angel mentions this “mystery” boy’s actions which was just him keeping eye on his precious angel as they worked.

could it really be possible that you were talking about him? no that can’t be, [redacted] is nothing like the type of guy you like! at least nothing like the type of men you’ve liked in webtoons or animes.

imagine ren wanting to spill out the truth, that the “cute boy” was him! he’s right here! but he knows that’ll ruin everything he’s planned.

imagine you start seeing that “mystery” boy more often as you work yet never getting to interact with him. that’s fine though because ren is still here! ready to take you out and wanting to know about your infatuation with that boy who he definitely doesn’t know.

maybe one day you’ll get to talk to that boy you like so much. ren can only hope you’ll accept the truth though.