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maadvillainy · 8 days ago
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“Misunderstandings” Cameron Frye x Reader
(A/N: @nikitty-to-the-rescue asked: “could you maybe please write a Cameron Frye x reader with the enemies to lovers trope.”
Here’s my first try at a enemies to lovers trope. Thank you for requesting!
Oh my goodness…I usually don’t read anything with this trope, but I read one, which was good. Then I actually went as far as researching how to write an enemies to lovers trope and found someone’s 10 tips or steps. Either way—it made sense! Also extremely helpful. So this insert Reader has been through A LOT of brainstorming, rewrites, and pages in my notebook then literally an outline I filled out because this is so new to me. I hope you like it. Also….the amount of events and things I had forgotten about during my time in high school were brought up writing this. Wow.
Summary?: So here’s an insert reader where the Reader sees Cameron as their opposite and doesn’t even want to see his face. (That’s the summary I’m going with.)
Warnings: I wouldn’t fully define this as angst, but it involves high school frustrations. There’s for sure a couple of curse words. A couple of Star Wars references. Mentions of bologna. Absolutely no offense to anyone who likes bologna.
2022 me: I edited the grammar errors.
Word Count: 12,737 )
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Twisting, side-stepping, and quick, you made your way towards your next class through the heavy traffic of the white hallway. It was noisy and bustling with energy. Energy that was practically sucked out of every student in a class in the final semester of the school year.
It was your senior year. A crucial year in school as adult life was just around the corner. All of the teachers were telling their students to go to college, but they never mentioned for what though, no suggestions. There was a major to be picked while at college, but you were still in your last semester of high school. Your focus was on good grades, surviving through the exhaustion, and having a minimal social life considering how much everyone had on their plates.
Balancing a textbook in one arm, you waved to some of your friends as you headed down the hall. You didn’t share all of your classes with your friends, but that’s high school for you. It wasn’t always entertaining. It wasn’t terrible every second either. Thankfully.
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maadvillainy · 17 days ago
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req (because I lost it😓):
anon: Hiii!!! Can you do female reader (who's a need and part of the nerd clique + she's just like beatrice but different) x Gord Vendome
Where they're forced to pair up for a science project
+ enemies to lovers (cuz the reader is part of the different clique and she's not rich like the preps) and opposites attract :3
'course I can anon!
4EVER
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pairings: gord vendome x female nerd reader warnings: minor swearing summary: it was just a lousy pair up...right?!
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authors note → sorry for the humongous wait, I had another version of this until it was deleted 😞so I had to rewrite the whole thing. I hope you enjoy it regardless!!
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Things were different for you, being a smart girl in a school full of dimwitted nose-pickers wasn't easy.
You weren't treated equally, it was rare when you were. Your arrival at Bullworth was dog shit and it was only going to get worse. You had a nice group of friends, sure they were weird but you found yourself fitting in quite nicely with them. They were the only people who understood you, it was a miracle in hell.
Yet so far things had been fine for you. You stayed out of unknown and unwelcomed territory and talked to those who engaged politely. It was all good...up until this moment.
Science, you were passionate about the subject, just like your friends. It was an easy class for you, that's what made it enjoyable. Labs and such, chemistry, biology. It was all enthralling for you. Which was the case until projects came up. You preferred to work alone. You'd get all your work done, efforts put in for a well deserved grade. It was all down hill from there.
The nasty snarl that Gord Vendome held was wretched. The pair up of the sassy rich boy and the nerdy middle class girl wasn't the match you were hoping to make.
You just sat there and took it, the exasperated sigh that left the deformed boys lips as he sat beside you, scooting his chair to the far end of the desk. It was a bit embarrassing, he was overdoing it to be funny or intriguing. But on the other end─he just didn't like your outfit.
"Um...hi." You're voice came out timid, small. You couldn't help it when he stared at you like some rotting corpse.
"Hi." He murmured, peeling his eyes off your ugly green vest. "What's your name again?" He resisted a snarl, fixing his Aquaberry vest and glancing down at your hunched frame. You state your name shyly, this was close to being your 13th reason.
"Yeah...well you best know my name because everyone does." His grin held pride, your face contorted in disdain. How could someone be so confident yet so odd looking? You weren't one to really care for looks, but dear God he had such an irregular facial harmony. It was eerie.
Enough thought, you nodded awkwardly. You couldn't tell if it hurt more to fake a smile for a week or listen about modeling for a week. This was about to be a long trip ahead.
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Yet, to your surprises it wasn't totally agonizing. There were days he got ansty quite quickly and constantly bugged you for breaks and such, but sooner later he'd grown into it. He'd even share and respond to ideas you had, dabbling a few of his own thoughts-that actually weren't too bad-even. He surprised you, not only that but impressed you. It was...something else. You hadn't expected it.
Which led to studying in the library one day, the soft orange glow of the afternoon illuminating the building through it's big windows. The library was quiet, just as any other day. Fewer nerds occupied the area but it was peaceful. No anarchy and G&G chaos. Which is always nice, you didn't understand the old thing anyway.
"Okay...um." You mumbled to yourself, grabbing a piece of cardboard for whatever reason, gluing it to the poster board and sticking a piece of paper with writing on it. You look around in the area, the sun blaring, it hurt your eyes. Recently, you had been harassed, again. Bullies, and their usual antics, but this time they had to break something of yours, taking your glasses and the rest is history. It was the third time that month it had happened, at that point giving up and taking the L.
You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration at the growing head pain.
That's when Gord stole a glance a you, he felt his stomach shudder with each trickle down your appearance. You looked heavenly, especially with the soft glow of the sun casting shadows on the both of you. It was like you could ascend away to heaven any moment. His throat went dry and you look up at him from the lack of noise. Usually he was going on about hot gossip or-something like that.
But no, he was staring at you. You looked around, then behind you. "Do I have something on my face?" You wiped your left cheek with your finger tips, confused as all heck.
He shook his head almost instantly, "N-no," He swallowed, looking at his watch and back at the poster board. You would've hated to admit this out loud to anyone but you were also trying to catch all the secretive glances you possibly could. Maybe it was the setting, you didn't know.
Everyday after that you and Gord would meet at the library that week, soon finishing your project and in no time you'd both be in class, waiting your turn to present. Your finger tips were clad in a sheer of sweat, rubbing your palms on the ends of your skirt you got up, walking infront of Gord with the poster board in hand. You presented, and it went well. You caught a glance at your teachers grading paper, A+, as you had expected. You look over to Gord, flashing him a victorious smile and a thumbs up, but, he ignored you. You sat down in your seat, of-mother-fucking-course. You should've known, you were in idiot to think it was true. You had it coming. You stayed still and silent from embarrassment, waiting to super glue your mouth closed incase you tried to say anything at all.
And with that moment, everything changed. You tried to hide the fleeting glances you'd steal now and then in the odd smelling hallways. Yet soon enough you'd stop, he would too. You were alone a lot of the time, not even entering the library to rid of the thoughts and memories you left there. It was annoying how everything reminded you of him. It was sickening. You thought you'd lost it all then. A boy you knew was way out of your league, at least you thought now. You did have a silly little crush. But that's all it was, a silly little crush. You pushed it away, hitting it far to the back of your mind. You had better things to think about, like pursuing your studies and getting somewhere in life. That was more important.
And as you realized that, you met a girl who influenced you a little too much. But it evened out. Her name was Zoe. Zoe Taylor. She rocked hard, she was so pretty and such a rebel-juvenile delinquent, you were a little starstruck at her abilities. And obviously with knowing her, you grew fond of each other. She taught you how to dress how you really felt yourself, how to express yourself in ways you wouldn't be able to then. You found yourself in her, and you grew. You wore a little more makeup, bought some contacts to battle the bullies that kept taking your glasses, curled your hair more often, it was little things. You really loved how you looked. You felt confident like you never have in your entire life. All because of Zoe. You cherished her for that.
Months pass, it's gloom under the moon light. Humid because of the water yet there's a slight breeze. It was nice.
You left the dress shop, finally finding your dress for prom. You thought it was perfect, you'd been eyeing it for months before, never caving in to actually buy it. Zoe convinced you, and there you were that night, holding it in a dress bag layed out on your arm gently. You walked across the street, making your way to the sidewalk. You walked a few miles, finding yourself at the bridge, you stopped to state at the waves rippling over eachother, the way the moon light shined upon it.
The way the water glittered in it's embrace. It was a sight to see.
You hear distant footsteps, yet you were too enthralled by the view to turn your attention to it. That's when you felt the weight of the railing shift, you peel your eye from the twinkling sky, to stare at the guy you didn't expect nor really want to see.
Gord cleared his throat a bit harshly, cheeks flushed from the cold breeze that leveled itself to yourfaces. If you hadn't known any better you'd tell him how handsome he looked in the moonlight. Little did you know he felt quite the same, the wind wasn't the only thing making his cheeks rosy and flushed. It was like that moment back in the library, just a different vibe. You shook away that feeling once more, remembering who you were and your own self respect.
"Hello." You started the conversation light, not wanting anything else to be taken from this encounter. You had a little hope yet you knew how it might end up. Maybe one of his friends saw you walking out and told him I'd be a good idea to prank you or ridicule you. You were expecting a bucket of something surely, so you held the dress far from him discreetly.
"Hello," He said your name, and it dripped from his lips like honey, it was soft and delicate the way he held those words. You wished it wasn't so innocent because you could've dropped to your knees and begged then.
"Listen, I want to be clear, I want to-" He struggled to find his words, stumbling over them as if he was walking on pebbles. You waited patiently, a small cheeky smile spread across your lips. You didn't mean to seem rude by doing that, you just found it a little cute.
He collected himself once more, then began. "I want to apologize for the way I treated you, before, during and after the project. You were nothing but patient with me and I couldn't cooperate for shit. I now realize how wrong that is and im sorry. I don't expect your acceptance now, or- ever, but I wanted to say it now before you got the wrong idea of me, I mean-not that it's probably not already completely ruined but-" He ranted on and you couldn't help but laugh out, covering your mouth with your hand trying to conceal it from spewing any further. Yet that didn't help. As it died down you saw the very very confused look on Gord's face.
You shook your other hand, biting your lip softly. "Oh gosh-im so sorry. I didn't mean for that to come out it just did." You explained before he ran away, holding onto his wrist gently. "I swear, um." You held onto both of his hands then, staring at his eyes with a genuine emotion you couldn't pin point. "I don't forgive you, but thank you for maturing." He nodded understandably-a part of you thought he was going to throw a fit but you were glad he didn't.
"I also...I also wanted to ask you if you'd like to come to prom with me, like...like-as my date?" He stuttered and gosh you couldn't help but find that cute. You thought about it for a moment, almost laughing again as you nodded to his question. His eyes lit up a bit, a small smile forming on both of your lips. You just stared at each other with solace, slowly leaning in inch by inch until you both connected lips. It felt like fireworks, or a vibration that connected your souls together. You didn't know the science behind it, and that confused you. You held him close, lips softly dancing as you pulled away and pulled back in like a magnetic force.
You were glad you got paired with him for that lousy project, you were glad he neglected you after it, and you were glad for this moment.
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maadvillainy · 26 days ago
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Does anyone else hate it when tumblr just decides to have an error when you've finished writing a fic that was LONG AND JUICY and PERFECT just to deleted all of it?
Because im sick of it💔
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maadvillainy · 11 months ago
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Haii, I just love johnny vincent sm like, there aren't enough content of him 😭. I was wondering if I could request some hcs of him with a female cheerleader gf. How would he react to people having the hots for his girl 👀
of course ^_^ !
showtime
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pairings: johnny vincent x fem!cheerleader reader warnings: swearing
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authors note ❥ I'm genuinely so sorry for not popping this baby out months ago I just genuinely fell uninterested in writing for a bit. I'll try and be better about it 😞 With school coming up it's gonna be hard though, my apologies you guys. 🙏 My requests are still open for those who are interested, I will look at them and I will write them(eventually) but plzz be patient I'm a lazy ho🤕 thx guys! 🩷
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・At first glance its like your eyes have been met with an angel. The face of a model stuffed into the teenage cheerleader that everyone had googly eyes for. It wasn't easy being you, and a lonely greaser had to find that out the hard way.
・JOHNNY, spotted staring at you in gym as you cheer. The sweet but loud voice you carried as you cheered. It was intriguing to him. The poor boy couldn't help it.
"Go team go!" You chant with the rest of your pyramid, you weren't a flyer today but you were always so enthusiastic. Johnny's prying eyes were caught on your face, then your uniform. He thought about your voice a lot too. Like his miniature cheerleader up in his noggin. He liked the way you smiled, the way you presented yourself to everyone. You were genuine to who you were, and most importantly you were passionate about it.
・First few weeks of interaction had him freaking OUT. He was so amazed by you he wanted to hold you in his pocket forever. Head over heels and for the most gorgeous, kind and spirited person on campus? Lonely boy had to make a move and fast because there were people scavenging for you and he had to make sure he was first in line.
・Anyways,
・Johnny likes watching you practice. Not because of the way your skirt flows in the breeze when its windy sometimes but because he gets to see you smile and laugh and talk and oh my gosh he just can't.
・Always attending games JUST to see you. In your pretty outfit and your pretty dolled up face he melts!!!!!!!!! Getting pelted by rocks in the stands never felt more worth it.
"How's my pretty baby?" Johnny walks up to you, smiling with a teddy bear and water bottle in hand. You grab the gifts and hug him close. "Great with you here Johnny." You relax in his arms. While drinking some of your water you caress his cheek, kissing his lips gently before being called over again. Intermission was over. "Mm I'll see you in a bit okay?" You smile, squeezing his hand in your own. "Go be beautiful I'll be right here." He grins, pressing a swift kiss to your hand. Literally not long after Johnny is being assaulted with kettle corn, ketchup packets and rocks.
・Likes looking at you. It makes him a little anxious though because you're so pretty he doesn't want anyone stealing you from him or you finding someone else. He knows you could have anyone you want yet you choose him, and stay with him. That reassures him for a little bit before he goes back to freaking out and watching you at all times. (It's endearing but when it goes too far it gets scary, girl run.)
・But he just loves you so much like?? Don't you ever leave that man because he will treat you like a princess no doubt.
"Johnny─you've been staring at me for like...twenty minutes are you okay?" Hes just fucking drooling looking like an idiot as his eyes burn through your skull. He thinks your so pretty bro im not joking around. That boy worships the ground you walk on. He's like─"Yes queen!!! Eat them up queen!!!" He will never get bored of staring.
・Broseph gets insecure :-( tell him u love him or so help me I will😠😠 I feel like he generally has bad self esteem issues deep down. He likes it when you kiss him and tell him he's handsome. He won't do "pretty" because it makes him feel less of a man. But you're just speaking your mind...he is pretty like... He still gets a lil grumpy and hostile but its okay just keep saying he's cool n stuff and he'll be right by you in no time with no avail!
・Big time intimidation game with the rest of your clique, he puffs his chest and stuff but never will that man act on a buff jock. He will definitely kick on Kirby though he don't gaf about that weenie.
・His clique loves you no lie, they think your sweet eye candy and your really nice and funny?? Johnny really hit the jackpot yknow. I wouldn't be joking if I said at least one of them tried seducing you or hitting you up which lead to Johnny demolishing their face against the wooden boards of the fence! Yikes!
・Love u so much... Like I already said this shit but that boy ooof, he's all over you all the time.
"Baby, Johnny!" You giggled as he kissed along your neck and collarbone, exposed by the cheer outfit you wore. He was so gentle but so eager, his lips dragging across your pretty skin so delicately. It was delicious, the pretty boy kissing all on you while you sat there, late for cheer practice, again. He trailed his kisses upwards, landing them up back to your plush lips. "You're so gorgeous sweetheart, makes my heart hurt." He muttered against your lips, leaning in for a another. You were warm all over, holding his face in your hands as you made out behind the school.
・I'm really just running out of things to say because this request seemed similar to the last one.
・Yes it took me fucking months to write this I'm a procrastinator level one hundred and I'm a fat lazy bum.
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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Hii, can I request dating hcs for Johnny Vincent with a prep s/o?
hii of course!! thanks for requesting! 🤍
luxurious
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pairings: johnny vincent x prep reader warnings: implications and or mentions of feminine AND masculine organs/genitalia, mannerisms, and clothing
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authors note ❥ i love johnny yay anon thanks for requesting 😈 my typical default is gn, so if you wanted male or female plz specify(although I messed up and heavily implied fem reader(I'm a mess and I apologize)). ALL I DO IS RANT ON THIS APP!!!!!!!! 💥💥💥
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JOHNNY snarls at the mention of the preps, he dislikes every last one of them. He'd rather be hung by his foot on the top of the whole school than have to tolerate them. That was until you came along. Your sweet fragrance filling up his senses when you walk past him, he sneezed...loud. "Bless you!" He heard from the new kid. The new kid, He thought. He shook his head to break him from his thoughts, turning to meet Lola's skinny frame being thrown all over him.
・This wasn't Johnny's first crush on the new kid, no not at all. How do you think he met Lola? Or any other person he's been with for that matter.
・His first encounter wasn't enough for him, he barely saw your face and he had this urge too. So he sought for you. He didn't realize how hard it would be, so he waited until lunch. Because unlike most schools with new kids, this community didn't give a crap about a new kid, not even just to look at.
・Lunchtime rolls around, and he's a little anxious, mostly because of the crowd of preps surrounding you and the fact that Lola could pop out from anywhere at any second. Oddly enough that rat faced excuse of a human─otherwise known as Gord─Wasn't among the crowd. He didn't think much of it. Oh but little did he know, that poor boy.
・Johnny's approach was silent and sleek, enough to be able to slip pass the preps to talk to you. Although he didn't need any of the both, because he was so greasy he glided when he walked.
"Hey." He started simple. Was it too simple? God... What if... ─And then you turned around. His voice caught in his throat when you smiled and returned the greeting. He froze like and idiot and you sat there patiently waiting for him to continue. "Are you okay?" Your voice came along so genuinely, heavenly. He melted in the seat a little. "U─uh yeah im fine." His brain short circuited, you had him in a pickle.
"How are you? Er─ How are you liking the school?" He was so awkward it hurt. "Oh its alright." You nod along, chewing on your sandwhich slowly. They brought their own lunch, they brought their own lunch? That only meant one thing. He personally grimaced, trying to supress the growing scowl. No no no, he couldn't─he couldn't feel that way. Not when he has a girlfriend who loves him, but if only he knew the truth.
"Whats your name?" You smiled so bright it blinded him. "Johnny Vincent." He looked around the cafeteria anxiously, watching for any of his clique anywhere. Even after you exchanged your name you sounded so sweet. "Nice to meet you Johnny!" You could've broke him right there.
・Now, we jump forward say...a couple of weeks. Johnny finds out Lola's affairs and hes over it, dumping her to the curb and holding a grudge. Even though that grudge is evident he always finds his way back into her trap, it was a saddening sight.
・Johnny talked to you a lot more after that, he would constantly brush off his thoughts because he actually found you intriguing. You hung with the preps, but despite his social class you still talked to him.
"Hey Johnny!" You beamed as you walk into the room, waving your hand his way. "Hey." Your name rolled off of his tongue so smoothly it made him giddy inside.
・OK finally, the dating hcs (sorry I love dramatically starting fics with lots and lots of background info :p)
・Johnny's first attempt at taking you out on a date wasn't bad, that was until your prep friends shamed him when they walked past the bench. They frowned and threw all sorts of objects. You both ended up leaving early and it wasn't too well on your end.
・When I tell you you have this boy wrapped around your damn finger, I mean it. He follows you around a lot, like a puppy. It's cute. Johnny gets really needy at times as well, he'll snatch you in passing periods and sneak behind the school or in shop to make out with him. One time Peanut caught you guys and it was erased history after that.
"Johnny─" You silently protest between kisses, trying to alert him in some sort of way because he wasn't good at hiding things. More so hiding the fact you were making out. "What's the matter honeypie?" You chuckle against his lips, his breath trickling down your neck as he begins to bite lightly at your neck. "Hello? Is anybody in─" Peanut fully opens the door, quick enough to have caught you both in the act. "Ah! I'm sorry Johnny!" He immediately closes the door and sprints, you both never heard him speak a word about it since.
・He also really believes affection in a relationship is important. Holding hands, small kisses on the back of your hand. Oh my gosh, sitting on his lap while he talks to his greaser friends. 😵😵
"─yeah and then I hit him on the head with my lug wrench because he wouldn't shut his trap." Ricky spoke with vigor and the rest laugh, some even squeezing his muscles in praise. You didn't understand their ways of appreciation, all you had to do was sit in Johnny's lap and look decent. Johnny's hands snake around your waist, holding you in place as he kisses your ear innocently.
・Johnny Vincent is protective. That boy will go through the most to make sure you aren't hurt, even though you like to go box with your fellow prep friends and know a thing or two about defense. Not to mention he's possessive, always telling you how he loves you so much and how your the only person who he loves so dearly. How your his and no one can take you away or change that. All good intentions though, do not worry. Sometimes he acts toxic and doesn't register it. Ever since Lola he's been on guard, very cautious. Hes careful about softening his grip.
・He's heavy on avoiding your clique, for his obvious reasons that you do not protest over. You both will occasionally (on bad days), fight over the topic. You both get over it and go back to being the cutest couple in Bullworth after though don't worry. ☺️
・ FLOWERS💥CHOCOLATES💥POEMS AND LOVE NOTES BECAUSE HE'S OOEY GOOEY 💥💥💥💥💥
・That boy loves you so PLEASE, accept his cheap but thoughtful gifts. He's trying so hard and it makes him self conscious sometimes. He needs that grounding reassurance. 🙏🙏 (loves spoiling(kind of) his pretty baby what can I say 🤑)
・Loves touching you all over, pure or not. Knows where all your birthmarks and dimples are. The creases in your skin, patches of freckles you may have. Doesn't even have to be suggestive or weird though, he just loves looking at you and feeling your skin against his own. Always is he going to have his hands on you, even if hes busy fixing a bike he'll hold your hand, kiss you, flirt with you, hug you. He loves being close to you!!!!!! Thas all it is!!!!!!! Sweet sickly helpless romantic over here🤫
・Jealousy rules his brain, one of the only things he knows. So please be nice to him when he's a lil angsty because Jimmy was talking all tuff and hot to you. You didn't appreciate how Jimmy peeked when your Chanel skirt would ride up when you stood from your seat. Or when you took your Aquaberry sweater off and your undershirt rid to the point where you could see your firm tummy and part of your pecs. It took 10 minutes of explaining and affection for him to believe you. And the next time that Jimmy decided to dirty talk you or glace discreetly at your chest/bottom Johnny clocked the ginger in the nose and it was safe to say Jimmy never really did it anymore.
・Keeps a photo of you in his wallet, toolbox, and mirror. You know, like in the 80s when they used to stick them to the sides so they would stand up. Yeah.
・Learned to love you no matter how poor or how rich you were. All that mattered was that you were kind to him.
・Takes you on bike rides all the time!
・Thas all I got I think. If I missed any thoughts I'll cry.
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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pairings: gary smith x gn reader summary: meeting through shared interests with a lone boy warnings: smoking, swearing, gary smith
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authors note ❥ ok so not all of the lyrics are complete or in chronological order, but it's to make it make sense but um.. erm... I love spaceship! p.s. gary is prolly ooc but this kinda sorta takes place after he's released from happy volts so hes recovering. he gettin betta!!!!!!!
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I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
The clouds inch closer to each other, closing any view of the blue sky above. The familiar smell of rain closes in, hitting you hard. Nodding your head along with the music that plays in your ears.
Man, man, man
If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna shorten the register up
You grin, writing then pausing. Pressing your pen to your lips you think. Writing again. Your back leaning against the oak tree behind you. The occasional old homeless man asking for a cent. It was all so nostalgic. Adjusting your earbuds you hear a sudden sound. Your head darts to the source of the rather rasp voice.
Let's go back, back to the Gap
Look at my check, wasn't no scratch
So if I stole, wasn't my fault
Yeah I stole, never got caught
They take me to the back and pat me
Askin' me about some khakis
But let some black people walk in
I bet they show off their token blac─
You rip out your earbuds, beaming at the boy. "Is that Ye?" He asks rather timidly for his appearance and posture.
He had a long scar tattered on his left brow and down to his eye. His hair cut sleek and faded towards the edges. It suited him, you thought. You didn't know the boy yet you felt like you've known him forever. Odd.
"Yes, it is." You nod shortly. It seemed a little curt but you didn't mean it. You liked talking about music. It made you feel at peace. When you snap away from your thoughts you acknowledge his awkward stance, you pat the space next to you. He slowly sits, staring at your CD player. "Wanna bud?" You hold up the right earbud, he takes it cautiously. He seemed grateful, timid but nice.
Little did you know, oh you poor soul.
"I was actually looking for my own copy, never fucking found it." He grunted. You smile at this, somehow you were completely wrong about the boy. Odd. I mean, you should've known by the mysterious scar on the left side of his face. "I found this one a year ago, lucky enough to have copped it ya know?" You don't put in your earbud yet, but he does. "How much did you sacrifice?"
─Man, I'm talkin' way past the sky
Let's go, yeah
And I didn't even try to work a job
Represent the mob
At the same time thirsty on the grind
Chi state of mind
Lost my momma, lost my mind
My life, my love that's not mine
Why you ain't signed?
Wasn't my time
Leave me alone, work for y'all
Half of it's yours, half of it's mine
Only one to ball
Never wanna to fall
His voice had a small lisp, you could hear it very faintly over the sarcastic tone he held. You're sure he didn't mean to display it, because he seemed a little too irritated to be sarcastic. "I managed to bargain for 8$." You put your bud in, involuntarily sighing.
─ Police watch me smoke my weed and count my G's
Got a lot of people countin' on me
And I'm just tryin' to find my peace
Should of finished school like my niece
Then I wouldn't finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow
Aw man, all this pressure
I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
"I didn't know people here liked music." Right, you thought. People here would much rather listen to screeching butchered pigs than real music. You snicker at your own thought, remembering you had company you turn your head to him. "I ain't from here." Your voice came out rather soft for your liking.
You shrug, pulling out a cigarette. It was a habit that grew on. You stopped doing it so often but you just couldn't help it when the opportunity presented itself. "Do you mind if I blow?" You ask, considering him for a second. He didn't seem like the type of person to care; and to sum it up, he shook his head. In fact, he held his hand out. You grin. "I'm trying to quit, so don't hook me on if you're hooked." You chuckle, pulling out another cigarette for him.
"Where are you from?" His eyes averting to the cigarette then to you. "Arizona." Dear fuck.
"Why here?" His question comes abruptly. "I'm not sure." You answer. It was truthful, you had no clue why. You were sure it was something stupid though. "What's your name?" You take out your lighter, Curious George's face on the center. You hear him snicker. "What?" You twinkle.
"Cool lighter, sweets." That was silly, real silly.
"Thanks, scar." You joked back, he simply shook his head. Sparking it you hold it up to him, blocking the wind with your left hand. He does the same for you, your cheek brushing against his fingers when you lean in. It had no reason being so intimate. Anyways, you smoke in peace. Small pitter patters start to drop from the gloomy sky, the semi-dead grass before you starting to grow dewy. You both give each other a look. "I know a place."
I remember havin' to take the dollar cab
Comin' home real late at night
Standin' on my feet all damn day
Tryin' to make this thing right
And havin' one of my co-workers say "Yo you look just like
This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes video the other night"
Well easy come, easy go
How that sayin' goes
No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows
I all had that snatched from me
A and R's and their faculties all turn their back on me
And didn't want to hear a rap from me
So naturally actually had to face things factually
Had to be a catastrophe with the fridgest starin' back at me
'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair
I don't want to ever go back there
So I won't be takin' no days off 'til my spaceship takes off
You sit under a fort, sitting criss crossed eating Push Ups and Scooby Snacks. He wasn't like most guys you knew, he was different from what you were used to. You liked that. You talked and giggled, rain falling slowly from the sky as the muffled voice of the raggedy tv rattled through the wooden box that you both resided in. It was calm, domestic even. Fun. "Hey I never caught your name." You mumble, looking over at the boy. "Gary." He swallowed his Scooby Snack. "Gary Smith." You grin, stealing some of his Scooby Snacks before exchanging your own name.
I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
I've been workin' this grave shift and I ain't made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
I want to fly, I want to fly
I said I want my chariot to pick me up
And take a brother for a ride
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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The Stranger┆b. h.
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pairings: bob hughes x gn reader warnings: tiny mention of drugs, not really proof read(sorry), horribly executed dialogue summary: bob meets you under st. johns bridge, reading a copy of the stranger by albert camus. you both grow fond of each other.
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A/N: hii first fic on this acc, I can't believe there aren't fics about bob im distraught.
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Two years clean, Bob had a steady thing going. A relationship with life and its drastic changes. He grew accustomed to living a normal, boring life.
Every now and then he wondered; how were Rick and Dianne? Were they still on the chase? Were they still high for life? Bob knew he wasn't. He was living a better life, in his shitty apartment with his shitty job. He felt content with it all. Peaceful.
He sighed as the pitter patter of the rain dropped on his windowsil. His back layed flat against his squeaky bed. He focused his eyes to the ceiling, the popcorn flakes that followed along every crevice. He blinked in sync with the drops of his coffee machine, left overs falling into the chipped cup.
He finally sat up, leaning on the wall with contemplation on his face. He didn't really have anyone, he thought, he was alone. He disliked the feeling. It was like a repetitive drilling of his heart, his skull. He wiped his face with water, now standing in his bathroom. He then grabbed his coat and opened the door, deciding a walk might clear his loud thoughts.
Bob walked with tranquility, his dirty tennis shoes splashing with the fallen water on the grounds of Portland. He watched people pass by and little children play and splash in the mud, their mothers scolding them for being so foolish and getting dirty. He cracked a small smile, hearing the whines of the children.
He continued his walk. He didn't have a certain destination, it sure looked like he knew where he was going. But he was lost. Slipping away into his thoughts again he just walks, no place to be...no rush.
Bob thought about his years wasted on Dianne, lordy she was gorgeous. One hell of a looker. But she wasn't the one, and he really believed she could've been. If they had gotten clean together, fixed themselves up a place...maybe even settled down. He still loved her, nothing would change that. Nothing would turn it around. But he didn't miss her touch, he only longed for it.
He realized he was only ever infatuated. This awareness snapped him inside.
His walk was more demanding, a little less careless. He found himself walking into the beginnings of St. Johns. He looked around at the dewy grass, freshend by the rain.
Bob finds himself walking along the wet pavement, his shoes tapping against the left over water. His hands stuck into his pockets, looking around. People walking, dogs running, water dropping. The ambience calmed him, his thoughts coming to a hault.
Then he saw you.
Your form huddled up to a tree, a colorful cloth beneath you, your legs up to your chest as you read. He was intrigued, your aura drew him in like a bug to a light.
He walks a little slower, trying to soak in your features with ease.
As he approaches closet his voice is caught in his throat, you were beautiful.
He had never experienced this before, his stomach did this odd thing, it startled him. He felt fuzzy and giddy, hot and jittery. His heart drops when you look up, catching him in his stare. Your gaze wasn't threatening, it relieved him. He thought he blew it back there. A small smile grows on your lips, your eyes still glued to his.
"Blue is your color." Your voice came out like silk, a slight crack that evened out everything perfectly. He fell weak, his composure dropping a bit. "Thanks..." He spoke with caution, he didn't mean to brush it off so cooly..
"What...what are you reading?" He turned his body completely, he didn't want to seem desperate, but he didn't want this chat to end just yet.
"The Stranger, Albert Camus." You spoke serenely. He was surprised, such a malevolent choice for a bright shiner of a person. Your eyes layed down on the book then up at him again. "Would you like to sit?" You offered, gently moving to the side of the cloth beneath you to grant him room on your colorful, warm, square.
His eyes darted across you, hesitating, he moves to sit next to you. "Are you from here?" You began to lead the conversation, a smile coating your sweet face. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by your face, your smile. The way your smile lines creased everytime you beamed. He forces to pry his eyes away from your glow, he nods slowly.
"You?" He finally asks, his voice low and gravelly. You nod, placing your book down to look around at the grass and gravel, the water that sat to far yet so close. "Whats your name?" You suddenly ask, turning your attention back on the mysterious man. He piqued your interest, he had a different complexion that you were so curious about. You knew he had more to him then the cover, it made you smile. "Robert Hughes." He answered, his eyes traveling to your face again. "Alright Bob," you grinned, "I'm (Name)."
His lips curled into a sweet smile, watching your softened eyes. Maybe his life wasn't so boring, maybe he just wanted someone to talk to. Perhaps a stranger.
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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matt dillon characters
→ bob hughes
The Stranger
→ J.C. cullen
bully: scholarship edition
→ gary smith
spaceship
→ jimmy hopkins
N/A
→ johnny vincent
luxurious
showtime
→ gord vendome
4EVER
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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darry curtis
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sodapop curtis
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ponyboy curtis
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johnny cade
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dally winston
N/A
steve randle
N/A
two-bit matthews
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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rumble fish
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maadvillainy · 1 year ago
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things you CAN request:
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maadvillainy · 2 years ago
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