just an apron wearing artist

Shay Campbell. 26. Artist. Baker. I do not know what is worse, to feel absolutely nothing or to feel everything completely.

[shayxcampbell]

It wasn’t often that Shay accompanied her mother on errands, but considering the fact that she had felt like a worse daughter than usual in recent weeks, the brunette opted to join in this particular one. A lunch at Erica’s former restaurant job seemed innocuous enough, even as they entered the establishment and her mom began chatting with the owners just like old times. So little had changed from her childhood memories of this place; the wallpaper, tables, even the small doodle she had inscribed at the bottom of a booth. Pivoting on her heel, she considered going back for her sketchbook left abandoned in the passenger seat of the car when she nearly collided with a male figure entering through the doorway. “–– Hi. Sorry.” Words failed for a moment before her mother clarified. "Oh, Shay, you remember Matteo don’t you?” Recognition flickered across her features before she offered up a disarming grin. “Uh, yeah. How could I forget?” @matteosanchcz​

[shayxcampbell]

“Okay, first of all, it’s never too early for Christmas decorations. Second, it costs about zero bucks to mind your own damn business.” A laugh escaped as she brought them both mugs of spiked cider from her kitchen, albeit quite serious about her decor. If anything, the menagerie of twinkling lights and perfectly strung garland were enough to inspire even the most hopeless of artists, not that she would verbally claim the position for herself aloud. Offering a mug to her company, she brought the one caught between her own palms up to parted lips before smirking. “Ho ho ho, bitch.”

[shayxcampbell]

davidscorsene‌:

       Despite having come to Seattle six months ago, David hadn’t made many new friends outside of the people he already knew before. But he’d truly enjoyed Shay’s company when they first met, and it had only gotten better from there. Now he was waiting in a secluded booth at a bar close to his home, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while he waited for her. When movement beside him caught his attention, he looked up, a grin spreading over his lips when he saw her. “Finally,” he said jokingly, sitting up straight and pushing his phone into his pocket. “I was about to think you stood me up to make me look like a fucking idiot.” ( @shayxcampbell​ )

Somehow, throughout her extended residency in Seattle, Shay managed to accumulate a variety of famous, or relatively famous, friends and contacts. Not that she intended to utilize their positions of fame and power for her own benefit, never having even considered the notion, but she did find it rather comical that this might happen to the least enthralling person in the whole city. “I’ve only ever stood up one person in my life, pal.” She responded upon entering the bar and approaching her most recent addition. “And she was like, a banker or somethin’. That reminds me: friendship rules. No blind dates, got it?”

[shayxcampbell]

cooperknox‌:

@shayxcampbell​

“Shay,” there was an over-exaggeration to the way he said her name, blurting it out almost as soon as he’d swung open her front door. They had long since gotten past knocking on each other’s doors, or to even bother to see if the other was busy. “Please tell me you have some edibles, or gummies, or something that’s going to stop me from absolutely panicking right now.”

Her front door swings open with its usual reverberation against her poor wall, having been beaten to hell over the years that she’s resided in this loft. With Cooper possessing the only other key, she seemingly always knew that it was him entering without provocation or notice and hardly glanced up from the painting in front of her. “Gummies are on the table,” she retorted until his words settled into her brain and forced the artist to pivot on her stool to face him. “What’s up, buttercup? You look like you’re about to have a heart attack.”

[shayxcampbell]

amaridavid‌:

“So there I was, literally half naked in front of my ex-boyfriend, in his own club!” The brunette scoffed, raising her glass to her lips again. “Absolutely not the way I wanted to run into him, and surely not the way I wanted to start my job at LUX. I don’t even know if I can step foot back in there.”

"Remind me,” she rose brows at the other’s regaled story, “why were you half naked in the first place? Can’t say I’ve ever had a job interview where I needed to undress and if I did, I probably woulda dipped in the first second.” Not that Shay, the epitome of free spirit, held any sort of admonition against nudity, but it hardly made sense. “So don’t go back. There’s like, a thousand other jobs in this city.”

[shayxcampbell]

louisharrington‌:

        “Remember when you told me I should burn the note from that woman working in radiology? I should have listened to you.” Louis leaned his head back with a groan and shook it slightly. “She slipped me a note again. Apparently she doesn’t accept me losing it. So she’s either really desperate, or just has a very low self-esteem. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” He shot Shay a pleading look, hoping for some sort of advice once more. “I can’t live without my radiology privileges, but I also don’t want to go on a date with her.” ( @shayxcampbell​ )

“See? What’d I tell ya?” Few of Shay’s ideas might be considered beneficial or even well planned, but this constituted one she absolutely stuck behind. The other woman’s tenacity made little sense, but it also hardly surprised her. People were fucking wild cards sometimes. “I already told you what to do, but gimme the note. If I call her and say I’m your pissed off wife, think she might get the hint?” A lithe shrug carried her frame. “It might be enough to make her embarrassed and then she’ll stop for good.”

[beautyloverfan]

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maggie-wilson‌:

November 1st 

To anyone merely passing by, Maggie appeared to be just like any other of countless people nursing a hangover the day after Halloween. Her eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and she was in major need of caffeine through an IV drip, but there had been no revelry for her last night. No, just another night shift. And Halloween was always the craziest night of the year. 

“I don’t mean to sound like a scrooge, but candy and kids should not mix. We had eleven kids with nut allergies come in after accidentally eating snickers and four who ate so much sugar, they caused themselves gastrointestinal distress… Halloween is wildly overrated.” 

"How d’you accidentally eat a Snickers? That’s like, right there on the packaging.” Hues rolled towards the sky above, the brunette tugging her jacket lapels ever closer against the increasingly frigid fall air. “Sounds intentional to me.” For once, she did not envy Maggie’s profession in the least. No matter how much better it might pay. “I was about to say the second one sounded like a ball, but from the look on your face I’m gonna wager a guess that it’s extremely painful.” Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I was wondering where you were, but it sounds like you had a wild night of you own.”

[shayxcampbell]

davidscorsene‌:

       “You suck,” David said when he saw her obvious attempt at trying not to laugh at him, but at this point he was grinning himself. “And they suck, too. I would very much prefer if they didn’t scare me like that.” But she was right, of course. David was just not in the mood to be scared. “No, you’re right. My reputation is already ruined beyond repair. Let’s go to one of the booths, that sounds like the much better option to keep at least some of my dignity.”

"Would I suck a lot less if I got you outta here and over to one of the games?” She nodded in the direction of the various booths set out along the manor’s perimeter. “It’s Halloween, my guy. Tonight’s all about the scares, but it’s cool. I get it.” No one deserved to be terrified out of their mind against their will, that hardly made it fun. “You’re supposed to be Hopper right? Big Stranger Things fan.” Leading the way, she took pause in front of an iconic water gun game. “How about I let you win some of that dignity back? Or we could go inside and have you show me some of those infamous dance moves we talked about at the bar.”

[shayxcampbell]

tancrking‌:

There was really only one reason that Taner was in attendance that evening, and that was his fear of missing out. It didn’t matter how atrocious he thought the event was, or how ill he spoke of it, the man hated missing what everyone else would likely be commenting about for the next several days. So he came, in a half-assed greaser costume of items pulled from the depths of his closet. He was in the middle of acquiring a much needed drink, when a familiar voice coaxed him from his thoughts, spurring him into turning to look down at her. The words had his lips twitching into a typical smirk, Taner leaning down closer to the pirate, “Or perhaps I’m simply a figment of your imagination, conjured up from all your secret desires.”

For the barest moment, her heartbeat appeared to lose its usual cadence and for that Shay might never forgive him. Crushes, ultimately, were a total waste of time and she normally didn’t fall prey to their alluring temptation–– especially not when she’d actually spoken to the person. A random cashier or cute barista? Sure, no issue. But the model for her art class who’d likely come back more than once? Definite problem. “My imagination isn’t usually this clean. Is yours?” A certain boldness overtakes the artist as she peers up at him expectantly, only chalking up her confident demeanor to the costume which she hides behind. “Still trying to figure out what you are tonight, by the way. My guess is John Mayer.”

[shayxcampbell]

davidscorsene‌:

       David felt a little better when he realized that he’d almost run into a familiar face instead of a stranger. It wasn’t that embarrassing anymore once he recognized Shay. He hoped that the first impression he left at the bar would quickly wipe out whatever he looked like in this moment. “Listen, that’s not funny,” he started defending himself right away, knowing he must look absolutely ridiculous. “These kids are awful. They kept coming at me as if they’d get a prize for scaring me.”

“Nah, totally not funny at all. I’m not laughing.” Despite her words however, Shay had brought up a palm to cup over her own mouth in a best effort at stifling her amusement. “It’s the season of the punk. They’re out here thriving.” A given considering this holiday boasted tricks before treats. “Figure we’ve got two options now. Either we can go egg their houses or you can join me at one of the booths... And since you’re dressed like a sheriff maybe the second’s a better option. Wouldn’t want to hurt your esteemed reputation for the night.”

[shayxcampbell]

thechristophermiller‌:

”What are you looking at?” Chris grumbled when he realized he had a set of eyes on him. He realized that he was under-dressed by everyone else’s standards, adorning what he considered to be his usual work uniform: a pair of khaki pants and a white polo topped with a set of brown shoulder holsters. He realized that dressing up as his actual profession wasn’t the most creative move or even considered spirited, but Halloween had snuck up on him like a silent whisper, only realizing it was the holiday the morning of and deciding the holsters would have made his uniform a costume. He’d blended in well, looking like a cop from the ‘70s complete with his mustache, but to the knowing eye, it was just what he looked like on a regular day.

“Either the laziest costume known to man or a damn good actor.” Not that Shay qualified as knowing the man positioned nearby, but she prided herself on the ability to sniff out a badge from a mile away. Cops always had a particular gravitas about them that few others could emulate, unless of course they were well trained in the art of imitation. As it stood, she highly doubted this guy had read up all for the sake of one Halloween costume. “Is that mustache even real?”

[shayxcampbell]

davidscorsene‌:

       David almost managed to forget about Halloween. He was currently only wearing a costume that was supposed to make him look like Jim Hopper from Stranger Things thanks to the costume designer for his new movie – but David kept telling her he looked like any normal cop, no matter how much she gushed about her work. Despite the outfit of a person in law enforcement, the kids outside had given him jump scares left and right, and David had to admit too many of those worked on him, considering he was a grown up man. He had just stepped inside and rounded a corner when he almost ran into someone, and somehow that managed to scare him again. “Fuck,” he hissed, taking a quick step back as he put a hand to his chest. “You scared the shit out of me!”, he groaned, leaning against the wall next to him as he inhaled a deep breath. “I’m too old for this Halloween bullshit.”

The near collision rocked Shay for only a moment, hand pressed to the swell of her chest as she attempted to regain balance and her racing heart. No scary movie would do that sort of fright justice. "Well hiya, stranger.” David. She recognized him immediately from the other night at the bar, though perhaps that could be chalked up to the enjoyment of his company above all else. Great faces were memorable in their own regard, but great personalities? Unforgettable. “Somebody looks like he’s seen better days. Let me guess: some punks got to you before I did?”

[shayxcampbell]

Despite any flickering internal protests that she’d grown far too old to engage in costumes, something about disguising oneself as another for the holiday felt like good natured fun. Considering how the artist had been spending her time as of late, or rather with the company she kept, this felt... Almost innocent. Her fishnet stockings were hardly the pinnacle of morality, but one could pretend. That is until Shay realized precisely whom she’d inadvertently taken up residence behind in one of the lines. Attempting to avoid an encounter seemed out of the question, which meant she would need to pipe up before things grew even more unbearable. "So you really exist outside of the classroom, huh?” A false confidence instilled by both her personality and the concept of being a character for the night. @tancrking​

[shayxcampbell]

                         Shay Campbell arrives to the Seattle Manor as a pirate.

                                   ❝ Not all treasure                                               is silver and gold.❞

[shayxcampbell]

maggie-wilson‌:

Maggie craved constant approval, so she felt something in her chest lift at Shay’s words. She’d been struggling a lot with self-doubt recently - for herself and her choices - so hearing from someone else that she was doing good made all the difference. “Don’t promise me too much. I’ve been dealing with insomnia lately, and I tend to get bored around 2am,” she teased. “I can’t keep bringing muffins to work - I’m getting a reputation…”

"You and me both. I’m literally always up until all hours and then I gotta be at work hella fuckin’ early.” Though that truly only counted for the nights when she wasn’t hitting something stronger to fall asleep. “What kinda reputation? For being awesome? ‘Cause if I didn’t already work where there’s about a million baked goods, I’d love you forever.”

[shayxcampbell]

niklausr‌:

“Sucks when there’s no inspiration to work with…” Niklaus knew the feeling all too well. He’d been stuck with his writings on more than one occasion before. Music was his passion, and some days the blonde struggled to finish the songs he’d been working on…which just ended up frustrating him and making him feel like shit. “Are you kidding me? You know I’ll fucking do it.” despite always being one of those people who loved to encourage the reckless behavior from his friends, Nik was also a very motivating, and supporting friend too. And if someone he cared about was struggling with something, he’d no doubt offer his help in any way, shape or form. “No seriously, you should do it. Right now.” he reached for the joint as it was handed over, bringing it up to his lips and taking a hit from it. He released the smoke into the air above them and then sat up slightly. “I’d say you’ve got about an hour, maybe two, to work with before I start getting restless. Use that time wisely.” Niklaus teased.

"Feels like I’m always running on E these days, unless I’ve got one of these on hand.” She gestured to the blunt still clutched between slender fingers, not always comfortable with admitting her own shortcomings in the world of art yet Niklaus had always been a safe haven. Someone who might understand the pitfalls of producing creativity at a moment’s notice. “You–– you’re really serious, aren’t you?” There was a reason Shay never voluntarily drew those she already knew, at least not when they were aware. People always requested to view the finished product and she pretty much loathed that moment. “Okay...” Lifting her sketchbook off the coffee table, she plucked a pencil form one of her dishes and began a preliminary sketch. “You’re not plannin’ to run out on me are you, Nik?”