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The Lost Get Found - 7 (Human!GamzeexReader)The Lost Get Found - 7 (Human!GamzeexReader) by VincentValentineGirl
“Now I remember why I rarely go to the Maryams. Their tendency to pull me into a fashion spree,” Sam muttered, carrying a bag each in her hands that were filled with clothing. One of them held the dress she would be wearing that night. It was a nice, semi-formal gown of a deep red, the fabric a little glittery. It had a turtleneck and no sleeves, a small diamond cut out right above her breasts and it reached her knees. She had a pair of red strappy heels to wear with it. It was beautiful and far dressier than anything she had ever owned before, but whatever.
She hated dressing up and she really hated dresses.
Why was she doing this again?
…oh yeah, because of the faint hope that maybe, maybe, this will turn out good.
“Damn you (Y/n)….getting my hopes up…” she mumbled as she unlocked her front door, stepping in and dropping the bags on the floor, walking to the kitchen for a drink, pausing long enough to hit the play button on her answering mach
The Lost Get Found - 6 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)The Lost Get Found - 6 (Human!Gamzee x Reader) by VincentValentineGirl
Her heart was in her throat.
There he was, his head tilted down at the papers on the desk, those red-brown eyes flickering across the surface. His hair, a chocolate brown, was gently wavy, combed neatly around his face and cut to a neat point at the nape of his neck. He wore his signature red sweater and black slacks, his long, thin fingers trailing across the papers.
Oh God, she couldn’t do this.
There’s no way this would work out, she just couldn’t—
She almost jumped out of her skin when he addressed her.
“Oh, u-um…i-it’s um…well, I….”
He lifted his gaze to hers, observing her quietly.
“What is it?”
“It’s just…never mind, i-it’s not important,” she said, waving it off with a deep blush, turning to walk off.
“Surely it is if you came to me,” he said before she would turn away.
“Well, kind of. To me. Maybe. Oh, I can’t do this
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Roses Red are Violets Blue: GamzeeYou sigh looking down at your phone.Roses Red are Violets Blue: Gamzee by Evil-Bunny2017
"HeY lIl MaMa I wOn'T bE aT sChOoL bEcAuSe I'm SiCk."
"Ok, I hope you feel better." You close your phone and get ready for school. For some reason you thought today would be special... but like always life has plans to get in the way. But you couldn't help that and neither could your boyfriend Gamzee. You were getting a bit worried though. You already knew you were going to homecoming with him, which was in a week, but he still hadn't asked you. And it's not that you wanted some parade in your honor or anything like that but you just wanted him to put a little effort into. You didn'tcare if it was something as simple as him giving you a kiss and asking, you just didn't want it to happen over text or not at all....
As you get to school you head to your little area where you always hang out with your friends. You walk over seeing only your friend Rose there. But no one else was except some friends of friends. You walk over to Rose and put a
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Current Residence:Toccoa, Georgia
Size preference: Loose and comfy, plz
Print preference: Matte, plz. Glossy is too irritating.
Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood
Favourite photographer: No photographer is my friend, really.
Favourite style of art: Realistic, fantasy, surrealistic....
Operating System: One that works? O.o
MP3 player of choice: Walkman, dude! (Which, sadly, has finally met its end after almost seven years of existence. RIP Walkman. I now have an Ipod...that is very touchy -_-)
Shell of choice: Haven't the slightest.
Wallpaper of choice: Gamzee, Karkat, Kurloz, Eren Jaeger, Levi Rivaille, Yu Kanda, Jack Frost....I could keep going.
Skin of choice: Don' know what that means.
Favourite cartoon character: Haha....too many to count....
Personal Quote: I am an artist, and artists do not listen to the rules of logic~ >