Stan Marsh Fanart Novels & Stories

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

It was only my second exhibition, which Lance had insisted be in Nevada. I never allowed photos to be taken of me for security reasons. But one time, a lady was adamant about taking a photo with me because apparently, she was my biggest fan. On the other side, another girl had bought many of my paintings because of how mesmerized she was by them and had written me a letter, praising my skills and how much my paintings elated her mood–it showed her a ray of hope when she was swimming in darkness. When my assistant told me about her, I regretted not being able to meet my true fan. But it was Faith at that time? I never could have imagined such a coincidence. It was really fate, wasn't it?