#Baby Casper looks so cute that my heart is melting

[delicatethefox]

Here's Papa- Err, Uncle Stretch holding a sleeping baby Casper <:3

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Can you do Charlie finding Casper asleep in their bed wearing his sweet Pete shirt?

Love your stories btw!

All cute in my shirt.

Opening the door to Casper's house Charlie sighed deeply, feeling all the ache in his bones. The work day has-been so busy with Pete accidently over ordering things. So, the blonde had to roll up his sleeves and get to work in the back.

"Cas...I'm home! Sorry it took me long...Pete literally had us....Cas?" Calling out, Charlie was confused not seeing his partner run up to him. That's what they usually do when he swings by after his shift.

Deep-dish scurried down the stairs and chirped at Charlie. The pizza delivery guy laughed seeing the raccoon. Cooing at him, DD let Charlie pick him up and let the animal play with his fingers.

"Where's Cas? Huh lil guy?" Asking, Charlie looked at the racoon. Who looked like to be pointing upstairs, nodding Charlie went up the stairs.

After trugging up the stairs Charlie sighed and opened Casper's door to their room. The sight before him was so fucking cute!

Casper was there sleeping, taking a nap in one of his shirts! One of the bigger ones Charlie doesn't wear unless he has too. Now that he was thinking about it he was wondering where that shirt went.

"Cas...Baby?" Gently whispering, Charlie felt bad waking them. But he needed to kiss their face really badly after seeing that scene.

With a grumble Casper cracked a eyes opened and then smiled sleepily. Turning over slightly and lifting a hand up to their boyfriend's face. Charlie felt his heart melt as he heard their sleepy voice.

"Heeyy. Your home! Cuddle with me...I'm tired." Mumbling Casper yawned as Charlie chuckled lightly. Nodding Charlie placed DD down to sleep by them, the raccoon curled up by Casper's legs.

"Okay Cas, also you look so cute in my shirt." Whispering back, Charlie got comfortable next to his partner. Who simply mumbled something incoherent and snuggled into his neck.

The blonde wrapped his arms around them and thought to himself. Looking around the room and down to his partner. Man, he was so fucking lucky.

[vxntagedior]

Hey, could you do an Xavier Thorpe x f!reader. The reader has the ability to turn invisible, and she doesn’t have complete control over it. So she turns invisible when she is nervous. Then when they have their first kiss she turns invisible, and she’s embarrassed and he comforts her in like a playful way and it just ends in fluff. - love your work <3

ghostin'

summary | xavier always make you nervous and when you're nervous, you turn invisble

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!ghost!reader

warning | fluff, established relationship angst-ish to fluff

word count | 540

All your friends teased you whenever they saw you turn invisible whenever someone mentioned Xavier. The two of you were fairly new into your relationship and haven’t really told him about your abilities. 

He knew that you were able to pass through hard matter objects, turn things invisible but not knowing you could turn yourself invisible. 

It was never something you had control of since you were a child. It started when you were around 5, and your grandmother came over and your mother started to tell her an embarrassing  story, and you just turned invisible right in front of them. 

“Stop.” You reappeared in front of them. “It’s embarrassing, what is gonna think, “Oh sorry Xavi, everytime I wanna kiss you I turn invisible.”

“Exactly, see he’s right there, hey Xavier!” Your eyes wide, seeing him walking over to the table. 

“Hi.” He slid into the stop next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You were trying hard to compose yourself, calming your heart. 

“Xavier, Y/n was just telling us-”

“Shut up.” You sneered, you glared at them, sometimes you wondered when they knew to stop. “C’mon.”

Pulling Xavier up, your friends mocked kissing faces to each other. 

“What was that about?” He tilted his head back towards their direction. 

“They were just messing with me.” You sighed, knowing you needed to come clean to him. “I’m about to tell you something and please do not make fun of me for it.”

Xavier silently nodded, letting you continue. 

“When I was a baby, I didn’t much control over my abilities and still really don’t to this day, but I swear it’s nothing weird and if is it, you can leave, leave this relationship, I totally understand if-”

You were starting to ramble and Xavier noticed, cupping your jaw with his hands, Xavier leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. 

Letting out a gasp, your eyes were wide, your brain starting to function again when you kissed him. 

Letting your eyes close, you wrapped your hands around his wrist.

Stepping away for a breath, Xavier pulled away, opening his eyes. 

“What the fuck!” He gasped, Your eyes were wide, looking down not seeing your body. “Where did you go?”

“I’m here.” He could hear your voice but couldn’t see you, “That was what I was trying to tell you, I turn invisible when I get nervous.”

Xavier’s eyes were glued to the stop you were in, watching as you appeared right in front of him. “And I get nervous a lot when I’m around you, I’m sorry if that weirded you out.”

Still saying nothing, you started to feel embarrassed, “It’s fine, just I’ll go.”

“Wait!” Xavier hands wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back to face him. “It’s not weird, I think it’s kinda cute.”

“Really.” You melted into his touch, “I was so worried about telling you, I thought you were gonna get creeped out.

“I love it.” He smiled, “You’re like Casper.”

Your face dropped, pulling your hand from his, starting to walk away. 

“Wait, I'm sorry.” He smiled running after you. 

“Do not, ever compare to that.” You were trying not to laugh seeing the sullen puppy eyes. “I’m way better than him.”

[ayyyoonohwhatimean]

jaehyun! as your boyfriend <3

pairings: non-idol bf! jaehyun x reader genre: lots of fluff combined with cracks!

hiiii! haven't written for jaehyun for so long and he deserves lots of love as always, so here you go! sorry for any grammatical errors, hope y'all enjoy reading this. happy birthday jaehyun! life might be full of stress, but with jamal, everything is going to be okay and we can always try again ♡ - N.

tuna tunAaaaaaaaa

yeah so let's get it

listening to y'all's favourite vinyls together is a must whether it's in the morning or late at night

if you guys are not at home don't worry he has his bluetooth speaker around him all the time hehe

oh!! lazy days with him is a chef's kiss

like you guys would do nothing at all for the whole day

but it wouldn't feel awkward at all like it's just a vibe bcus he loves his quality time with u

you guys would be trying lots of different kinds of hobbies and activities together too and they don't have to be the same all the time

like he would be playing basketball by himself and you would be sitting down looking at him playing it or doing something else

you could just lay your head on his shoulder and say nothing but his eyes would sparkle and his lips would rose into an idiot smile bcus hes in love with u

jae loves it when you play with his fluffy hair and squeeze his bread-like cheeks

would do the same for you too tho

u guys are besties in love with each other

he lovesss talking about random topics non stop and making random jokes from those memes that he suddenly remembers bcus hes purely random like that

he's a big big fan of inside jokes and memes

you could listen to him talking all day and night for hours (so do I)

imagine being able to listen to that rich deep husky colourful soft voice of him everyday i would instantly melt

he's so obsessed with you he would definitely spray his perfume on your (his) sweaters that you love to wear first before you could cus he knows damn well u love how he smells like

yeah yeah that's me jiteun nongdoeEe

jae wouldn't even hesitate to let you use his black card like on a one random day you found his black card in your wallet and you're like ???

"babe it's non-limit just use it for whatever you want to buy baby"

would buy you an airpods max headphone just so that u guys can have couple headphones together

might not look like he's into pda but he's soooo clingy with you whether there's people or not ehem (did you see how he hugged mark in their fact check practice vid-)

his lap is your favorite seat and it's free ♡

he's the type to play with your fingers and pull you into a very random but warm and tight hugs

he finds you so cute that he'd curl into a snowball and snuggle into your neck and be the little spoon in ur cuddles

lots of people find him serious and normal but nahh he's very goofy!! and no one is normal in nct ok

fact check

you can't mark me in your heart but u can mark my words

jae would spoil you with gifts too!! even if it's out of nowhere where it's not even your birthday or your anniversary

"I thought of you and got this for you" kind of guy

and also a "you told me you like this one last time so I got it for you" kind of guy

oh pet names!!

he would no doubt be the first one that made and saved lists of pet names for u in his phone notes

like he would get so excited and ask ur opinions on the pet names lists he's created while thinking of u

"what do u think of this one?? it's cute right?" "it fits u" "can i call you this?" "which one is your favorite?"

girlll you're my faaavoriteeeeEeee

"hey pookie bear"

"hey casper"

mirror selfies with each other!

he'd also have lots of your candid pics that he took and has it saved in his phone and film cameras hehe

would set your goofy pictures as his phone lockscreen wallpaper

there wouldn't be any days and nights where the two of u are not laughing, smiling and being random with each other

like being with jaehyun is seriously and genuinely full of pure joy and peace!! :')

might not have an ass but he's a competitive ass, he would neck slice anyone that comes in ur way trying to flirt with you

deep and heart to heart conversations with him would always feel warm, open and comfortable

he's your comfort, you're his comfort and the two of you would always feel so connected

would be the type to look into your eyes as he listens to you attentively while you're talking or speaking

like those kind of warm and lovely gaze

his ears would be burning red like cherry bomb but he doesn't care

also words of affirmation type of guy!!

loves it even more when you try to act disgusted by his romantic words

he would hold your hands while u guys watch a movie together and for the rest...I'll leave it up to ur imagination :)

random but fun and adventurous dates!! sometimes it can be a fancy dinner date but it can also be cute and fun like an aquarium date, food hunting, immersive art museum date or a chill picnic date at your shared cozy home

if you're having a hard time falling asleep, he would sing you lullabies or play that piano music box he bought in japan until you fall asleep

rockabye baby

he would be so so great at taking care of you! you're hungry? he's a great cook, you hurt yourself? he's running to you to save you although he himself is clumsy af

I feel like he's also very attentive and observant

for example, you're eating and the sleeve of your shirt is on top of your food, he would notice it and pull it up without saying anything

he's genuinely all smiley and laughing only when he's with you and his loved ones fr

some ways to make him all smiley and laughing? just imitate the way he laughs or the dance mistakes he made during their group performances (like yk the iconic favorite performance ;))

and he's a menace he wouldn't even hesitate to tease you back like how he would tease doyoung with jungwoo

the more you get annoyed by his teasings, the more he'll fall in love with you

loves to get nagged by you everytime u told him off about his cleanliness

and you can't stop him euhahahah

ay-yo

delulu is the solulu may your delulu come trululu

end of the surface just let the ride make it drive with its movEe

be quiet don't cry

[hippychick006]

1.01 - Pilot Recap/Review

Original Air Date: 13 September 2005

Episode 1 of a 327 Episode Watch

Lawrence, Kansas, 22 years ago…

…Nope, more like 37 now… sobs

Love this episode, so many iconic brother moments and the start of the epic love story of Sam and Dean (creators words, not mine).  Where do we even start?

Intro is a little difficult to watch now, with so much changed with Mary from this original episode over the years –with her a) being a hunter, b) making the deal and c) the family not actually being as happy as they are portrayed in this episode which kind of screws up John’s story for me, but this is my only negative, and it certainly wasn’t an issue at the time the pilot aired.  

Weechesters!  First words from Dean to Sam: “Night, Sam” and if these are the last words (and both are alive), I will be a very happy bunny!

John (handing baby Sam to Dean): Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!

Wee!Dean telling Wee!Sam it will be okay.

I love how John picks them both up as he runs.  Also love that shot of John and his two boys on the hood of the Impala at the end of the intro.

Now, Stanford University...

Nope, almost 15 years ago – add a few decades for each brother for their hell experiences

Our first glimpse of Baby!Sam as he peeks around the door, reluctant to go out for Halloween: “Do I have to… you know how I feel about Halloween?” Boops nose, he’s so gosh darned cute! Ignores the later canon that he doesn’t like Halloween because he puked in front of a girl (or similar story as I can’t remember it fully).  Also forever bitter we don’t get the deleted scene where it’s suggested that Sam dress up in something slutty. “Slutty Dorothy, Slutty Alice…” 

Jess is rightfully proud of her boyfriend for scoring a 174 on the LSAT which is “scary good.”  I’ll take her word for it as I have absolutely no idea what an LSAT is.

I love how Sam is instantly alert at the noise in the apartment. Hunter instincts.

Urgh, the first ever broment. I mean they’re fighting, but it’s still a broment!  I love the whole fight scene and how it was shot.  Instant chemistry.  Excuse me while I watch it several times.  Will never be tired of the “Woah, Easy Tiger!” from Dean.  Question though, why was Dean fighting Sam?  He broke into his brother’s apartment and he didn’t think to go “Wait, Sammy, it’s me, stop trying to punch me!”  Also, Jensen is gorgeous, these are my favourite Dean years.

Dean, stop hitting on Sam’s girlfriend!

Call to action that starts the whole thing: Dad’s on a Hunting Trip.  And he hasn’t been home in a few days.

Exposition Kripke!!  Though we do find out a lot, Sam was chucked out, wouldn’t pick up the phone if Dean had called, and they were “raised like warriors”. Dysfunctional family?  Hello, yes, I’d like to watch 327 episodes of this show, please!

Brother feels!

Dean: I can’t do this alone

Sam: Yes, you can

Dean: Yeah, Well, I don’t want to

What the hell is a gold wave?  Was that made up?  That sounds made up.  Me as a writer.

Dean: “You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.”  This is so sad their relationship got to this point and they hadn’t seen each other or spoken. 

Dean telling his brother to skip the job interview.  He really wants his Sammy back.

Before the end of the show, I want to see Sam using that lethal looking knife he packs in his duffel in this episode. Just once.

I like the MOTW in this one, Lady in White was a good starting point for the show.  Troy is the first victim we see with her and since he’s a cheating scumbag, I don’t feel sorry that his guts are now splattered all over his car.

Dean asking Sam if he wants breakfast.   Lawyer boy is concerned about how Dean paid for it – “You and dad still running credit card scams?” Sam is also concerned about Dean’s music collection

Sam: I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection.

Dean: Why?

Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two… Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?... It's the greatest hits of mullet rock. (*cough* Vince Vincente Sammy *cough*).

DEAN: Well, house rules, Sammy, Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.

Sam protests Dean’s use of Sammy, but as we know, Dean’s the only one who gets to call him that (except later seasons where everyone seems to call him that).

I love Sam’s face when Dean is searching through the box of fake ID’s.  He’s horrified.  He can’t believe Dean is going to use a fake badge.  Oh Sam.

So much brotherly bickering in this episode:

Sam stomping on Dean’s foot and Dean whacking Sam on the head.

Dean smacking Sam’s hand and Sam wheeling Dean’s chair out of the way so he can take over control of the computer in the library when they look up the case.  Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder in return. (first ever scene they filmed according to Jared).

Also First Ever Winsync!  When they interview Troy’s girlfriend and say at exactly the same time: “What do they talk about?”  

Also, in this same scene, someone needs to remind Jensen he’s playing Sam’s brother, not his boyfriend.

Love the whole scene on the bridge at night, Dean slamming Sam up against the side just because he talked about their mom.  You. Are. Brothers!  

Sam may not be happy about using fake credit cards, but he’s more than at home with a lock picking kit.  I like how Sam yanks Dean inside the room.

Sam tries to apologise for talking about their mom.  

Dean: No chick-flick moments

Sam: Jerk…

Dean: …Bitch

Dean leaving the motel, spotting the police then calling his brother to warn he’s been made and telling him to take off.  

Sam placing a false 911 call to allow Dean to escape and Dean being resourceful in getting out of the cuffs.

Sam demonstrating exactly why you shouldn’t talk and drive.  Luckily he runs over a ghost and not a real person.  

Uh, That Constance bitch is in the car with Sam demanding to be taken home. Sam refuses and she takes over controls, locking the car and mentally driving it home.  Constance: “I can never go home.”

Sam: You’re scared to go home.

Constance, you get your hands off Sammy. Sam: You can’t kill me.  I’m not unfaithful.  I’ve never been!  Constance: You will be.  Uh no, he said he wouldn’t, stop cheating Constance and go after the real douchbags!

Hurt!Sam – Constance is digging into his chest, going for his heart.

Big Brother Dean to the rescue – he shoots her in the face, but she keeps reappearing.

Sam’s had enough, “I’m taking you home.” To Dean’s shock, Sam drives his baby straight into her house.  

Dean helps Sam out of the car, while Constance looks at a photo of her and her children.  She’s not happy with Sam and Dean, tking the sideboard to slam right into them and pin them against the car.  Luckily, before she can do any more damage, her ghost kids turn up and they all melt into the floor.

Sam gets the kill count on this one. Sam: 1, Dean: 0.  Dean’s proud as he slaps Sam on the chest right where Sam had been injured. Dean: You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.

Sam: Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?

Dean: Hey. Saved your ass…. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?... I’ll kill you

Oops, the car is damaged, one of the headlights is out.  Sam seems okay though, he checks co-ordinates their dad left earlier while Dean drives.

Dean just wants to hunt with his brother and Sam just wants to be safe, but at least Sam wants a relationship with Dean: “And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?”

Dean: You know, we made a hell of a team back there.

Sam: Yeah.

Jess made Sam cookies ☹

Sam’s tired and flops down on the bed, it’s such a peaceful moment and he’s happy and then blood drips on his forehead and it’s just…

Big brother Dean to the rescue again (though I don’t think they should have cut what brought Dean back). Dean literally has to drag Sam out of the room and I’m always here for Dean manhandling Sam.

The scene at the end, Dean looking at Sam, worried about his brother, Sam looking at him, sighs and nods, tossing the shotgun he’s been checking into the trunk.

Sam: We got work to do

Yes Sam, 326 more episodes of work to do!  I really miss these early boys so much, they’re both so dragged down with constant crap over the last few years to the point of being almost unrecognisable.  

[bitsy83]

Sing 2 - Duets

(Just the first chapter of my fan-sequel to my new favorite movie. I just hope I can get this posting down ok.)  

Chapter 1 - A New Day

“I remember when I was a kid, my dad always told me to never let failure stop you from achieving your goals. After all, if all roads to success were easy, then everyone would be a winner. And you have to know how to lose in order to know what winning is really all about.

“Less than a year ago, I was an optimistic, but struggling, theater producer who barely had two pennies to rub together. My shows were failing, money was practically nonexistent, and I had more death threats than an Internet troll. My best pal, Eddie, told me time and again to just give up and let the theater go so I could move on to bigger and better things. What he didn’t realize was this was my bigger and better thing and I wasn’t letting it go for anybody. So, in a last ditch effort, I decided to do the one thing I knew would pack my theater to the brim: a singing competition! I won’t go into too much detail, but let’s just say this was both the greatest idea I ever had and the biggest mistake I ever made. I may have stretched the truth here and there about the prize money and maybe have put a bit too much pressure on my contestants and myself, which eventually led to the collapse - both figuratively and literally - of my beloved theater.

“I was a failure. A washed-up clown. A loose cannon, I believe someone stated. I had hit rock bottom, which meant one thing: the only place left I had to go…was up. But I didn’t do it alone…

“While I still had Eddie and dear Ms. Crawley in my corner, the competition introduced me a lively group of characters I would later on call my friends and close knit theater family. Johnny, Rosita, Gunter, Ash, Meena, and Mike. (Well, Mike when he wasn’t avoiding the loan sharks and killer Russian bears).  With their help, I was able to not only put on a fantastic show, but my theater was restored to its former glory, thanks to the illustrious Nana Noodleman.

“I swear, I’ve never seen this place so popular, not even when I was a kid! Obviously, I had to make some changes if I was able to make this second chance last.  Dear Mrs. Noodleman oversees the productions and gives insight on what should and should not be performed. We still put on various plays and concerts, but we’ve even gotten requests to use the stage as a wedding venue and other private events.  This is always good for a little extra spending money for any future shows we have, especially for my little theater family.  They still put on their shows and even help out backstage when their talents are not required onstage.

“For example, Rosita has offered to help out with prop and set design.  I guess when you are raising twenty-five children and one husband, organization and good imagination just come naturally to you.  Gunter has offered to be our official choreographer.  He’s an excellent teacher, though sometimes his students get a bit embarrassed when he breaks out the sequenced leotards.  While Meena has finally gotten over her stage fright and does occasionally perform, she happened to take quite a shine to working as a stagehand.  She’s hoping that it’ll help beef up her college resumes.  Poor girl’s been stressing herself out in getting into a good school so she can major in music and maybe even theater (a girl after my own heart).  

“Our up-and-coming rock star, Ash, has set an all-time record for rebounding after her ugly breakup with what’s-his-name.  Not only has she written countless new songs since her first solo performance, she reunited a few old schoolmates of hers and started a new band: Nature’s Rejects. (Not my first choice for a band name, but what can you do?)  This girl’s been getting gigs all over the city and has become a local celebrity.

“Last, but not least, Johnny.  I knew the second I looked at him that this kid was going to be a whiz on the piano and I was right.  He still gets lessons from Ms. Crawley, but he’s such a pro now that I think he only does it to have access to a piano.  Hearing him sing while tickling the ebony and ivory just melts your heart.

“The hands of fate has given me a new beginning. I may have taken a final bow at my old theater, but this revival will live on for generations to come! Or my name isn’t Buster…”

A knock on the door interrupted Buster’s monologue. “Good morning, Mr. Moon,” said Ms. Crawley as she shuffled into his office, holding a cup of coffee.

“Hold that thought, Ms. Crawley,” said Buster and quickly went to his camera tripod, turning off the recording button. “Looks like my auto-documentary will have to be put on hold. So, what is on the agenda today?”

“Well, let’s see…” With a shaky hand, Ms. Crawley pulled out her notepad. “Meena and Eddie will be working on the new sound system and lighting fixtures we ordered. Johnny will be in for his usual piano lesson. Oh, and Ash and her little friends will be using rehearsal room A for practice until about one, and then we start rehearsals for the new play. Rosita will be here early to help with the set design.”

“Excellent!” said Buster, sipping his coffee. “Just like a well-oiled machine.” He walked over to his window, taking a deep breath. “It’s gonna be a good day, Ms. Crawley. And there will be plenty more to come after that!”

***

“Honey, have you seen my car keys?” asked Norman as he was wiping Casper’s face with a paper towel.

“Coat pocket,” said Rosita, pulling an action figure out of Hannah’s mouth. “Ok, where did I put my binder?”

“On the counter near the coffeemaker.”

It was just another chaotic morning at the breakfast nook for Rosita and family, though the morning routine has had some upgrades. Ever since Rosita performed her song with Gunter, Norman saw her in a whole new light. After a long, heartfelt talk, he realized that he had been taking his wife for granted and should have been helping her with the kids as well as her new job at Moon theater. So now, Norman gets up with Rosita and together they help the kids get ready for school and getting their own schedules on track. Rosita was never one to complain, but she was so happy to finally get a little extra help in the morning as well as around the house. Although they still kept up her strange contraption to get the kids out of bed and do the cleaning while they were both at work.

So, after giving the kids their backpacks (Rosita did the girls while Norman got the boys) and sending them on their way, Norman and Rosita took a moment to fix each other up.

“Bye Norman,” said Rosita, straightening his tie.

“Bye bye, Rosita,” said Norman, handing her her purse. “Tell Gunter I said…what’s hello in German again?”

“Guten Tag. And I will.” Rosita chuckled and gave her husband a loving kiss. “See you tonight, honey. Have a great day at work.”

With that, Norman went to the car while Rosita hummed down the street in the opposite direction. It was gonna be a good day; she could feel it.

*** Meena hummed to herself as she was preparing the pancake batter. Since she was plugged into her tunes, she didn’t hear her grandfather come up behind her, trying to steal a few extra chocolate chips. His attempt was thwarted thanks to Meena’s mother smacking his trunk.

“No dad,” she scolded. “You remember what the doctor said about your blood pressure: cut back on the sweets!”

Grandpa just harrumphed and went to sit down at the breakfast table. “I still think I need a second opinion. That doc’s a quack.”

“He’s a duck, dad…”

“So I got a bit of a sweet tooth,” he continued. “I’ve been eating like that since I was Meena’s age and I still made star quarterback on the college football team.”

“Well, you’re not her age now, so you’re gonna have to follow doctor’s orders. Besides, I made you a nice bowl of oatmeal instead.”

“I can make something else,” said Meena, who had taken off her headphones.

But her mother shook her head. “You finish up on the pancakes, sweetie. You know how you grandma loves them. Speaking of which, I better go see if she’s having trouble finding her glasses again.”

After placing the bowl of oatmeal in front of her disgruntled father, Meena’s mom left the kitchen to head upstairs. Once the coast was clear, Meena picked up the bowl of chips and went over to the table. She held a finger to her lips and sprinkled a few chips on his oatmeal. Grandpa chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

“Mom does have a point though,” she said. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

Grandpa laughed as he took a bite of his breakfast. “Aw, I’m as fit as a fiddle, Meena. Don’t you worry about me. Or should I say ‘Don’t you worry ‘bout a thiiiing!”

Meena giggled. “Very cute, Grandpa.” She gave him a small kiss on his head, then went back to the stove.

“That reminds me, baby girl. Did you ever hear back from that dream school of yours?”

“Lincoln?” Meena shook her head. “No, not yet. Although I’m starting to wonder if I still have a shot…”

“Of course you do! So the other schools you applied for turned you down. So what? If they had half a brain, they’d have taken you in a heartbeat! Once you become a world-famous singer, they’ll be kicking themselves to their graves.”

Meena rolled her eyes. Once again, her grandfather was promoting her as a superstar singer. “Grandpa, I know you want me to make it big, but I want to do more with my life than just sing. I wanna learn everything I can about music. The history, the styles, the impact it has on different cultures. And thanks to Mr. Moon, now I’m kinda interesting in theater production.”

Grandpa coughed. “You mean, you’d rather go back behind the curtain again? I thought you were over your stage fright.”

“I am!” she said, placing the fresh batch of pancakes on the table. “I just want something to fall back on, that’s all. I can’t put all my eggs in one basket.”

Shaking his head in both admiration and frustration, Grandpa took another bite of his oatmeal. “Well, I can’t argue with your logic, baby girl. Just don’t deny the world your gift, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Who says I only have one gift to give?”

Grandpa laughed. “That’s true, that’s true. Nice to finally see some backbone growing outta you. Make me some coffee, baby. I’m gonna get the paper.”

***

Ash grumbled as she dragged her feet to the kitchen. She hated mornings, whether they be the crack of dawn or eleven o’clock. She was strictly an afternoon, evening, and night kind of girl.  She was about to start the coffee when she saw a cup for her was already made. Ash smirked and reached for the creamer. “Thank you, Olive,” she said over her shoulder.

Ever since her breakup with Lance, Ash wasted no time in moving forward as much as possible. One step forward including patching things up with her old friend, Olive; a raccoon Ash knew back from the third grade. Olive was loyal and friendly, though gifted with a sarcastic wit that she wasn’t afraid to unleash. They had been very close in the past, but once Ash started dating Lance during their junior year in high school, their friendship faltered.  Once the breakup happened, Ash contacted Olive again and the two of them were finally able to talk things over.  Everything connected to Lance (including music posters, clothing, old CDs, and his weird collection of bottle caps) was successfully removed from the apartment, Olive moved in and they got along swimmingly.

Olive chuckled as she sat at the table with the morning paper. “Figured it was either that or break out the air horn. How is it that I’m a nocturnal animal and still get up before you do?”

“You got messed up DNA?” said Ash. “So, anything about zombies in the paper?”

Olive shook her head. “Not yet, though apparently a piece of sand covered in oyster mucus is touring the country.”

Ash looked over Olive’s shoulder to see what she was referring to. The front page of the paper said Priceless 600 Year-Old Pearl To Be Displayed at City Museum. Below the headline, a picture of a large white orb was displayed on a velvet pillow in glass box. Ash let out a low whistle. “Wow, imagine having that on your eBay page.”

“Seriously. Hey, we rehearsing at the theater today?”

Ash’s second step forward was working on her music career and Olive was just the boost she needed. Olive was already great at the bass and was friends with a drummer named Brandy: a sweet, bubbly teenage skunk who was addicted to all forms of social media.  This actually wasn’t a bad thing since Brandy was in charge of the band’s Facebook page and Twitter account.  

“Yup,” said Ash as she downed the rest of her coffee. “Be sure to text Brandy.  I don’t want her missing the warm-up again.”

“Don’t worry; she’ll be there,” said Olive, wiping her glasses on the corner of shirt. Especially if she wants to see Johnny…

***

“Thirty-six…thirty-seven…thirty-eight…”

Johnny blinked away the sweat in his eyes as he finished up another set of curl-ups while hanging upside down.  He kept catching glimpses of the news broadcast during his sets.  

“The pearl will be displayed at the Cornea Museum for exactly one month before continuing its global tour,” said the cat announcer. “The pearl has been in the Mundabi family for nearly ten generations and is part of a very important tradition.  Whenever the current owner of the pearl passes away, the pearl must make a global voyage to various cities in the world before being handed down to the next heir. The pearl is said to be worth over five-billion dollars in American currency. Mayor Olsen has promised the Mundabi family that the pearl will have only the best security protecting it. Mr.  Mundabi almost rejected the city of Cornea after learning about the botched gold heist that took place last year.  The culprit was none other than Marcus “Big Daddy” Greystone, who is still currently serving time…”

Johnny turned off the TV and sighed heavily. He hated it when the news brought up his dad’s gang. Sure, his dad was a criminal, but he only stole money. He had never broken into homes or stolen personal items, even if the item in question was beyond priceless.

Thinking of his father led Johnny over to the collection of pictures he had sitting on the makeshift shelf in his room. All the pics were of happier times when he still lived in England and before his father had become “Big Daddy Greystone.” Most of all, it was when he still had his mother. His eyes fell upon his favorite photo of her.  Unlike Johnny and his dad, his mother was brown-furred gorillia.  She had a kind face and hazel eyes that always eased Johnny’s heart.  In the photo, she was wearing her favorite pink sweater and was holding Johnny when he was a toddler.  The young ape in the picture wouldn’t look at the camera, but kept his eyes on his mother, who returned the gaze with a beautiful smile on her face.  But what Johnny remembered the most was her voice.  Her passion for singing matched his own.  Every night before bed, he would sit on his father’s lap while she played the piano and sung him a lullaby, her melodious voice lulling him to dreamland. She was the exact opposite of his dad: kind, gentle, soft-spoken. She really brought a sense of balance to their family, until…

Johnny shook away the memory. Don’t think of that now, Johnny thought to himself.  He then looked over at the picture of him and his dad.  He must have only been about three or four and was propped on his dad’s shoulder, smiling and waving to the camera.  His dad had a large smile on his face as he looked up at his son, every bit of him shining with pride.  Next to the photo was the newspaper article of his father getting arrested, complete with mugshot.  It was like they were two different apes.  The news would always see his father as a notorious, heartless criminal who didn’t deserve a second chance.  But to Johnny, he’d always be his dad.  

Johnny picked up a marker and scratched another day off the calendar.  “Almost there, dad.”  Flipping ahead, he saw that there were only six months left before his father’s parole.  The prison visits had been helping him cope with the absence.  It was the first time he and his dad actually sat down and really spoke to each other as father and son and not gang leader and henchman.  Marcus promised Johnny, over and over, that things would be different once he got out.  Johnny believed him, but was still worried.  He knew that having a criminal record meant it’d be difficult to get a job.  Still, he couldn’t afford to give up hope.  

Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was time for him to get cleaned up and head to the theater.  After a quick shower and breakfast, Johnny grabbed his skateboard and locked up the garage.  

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Desert Sunset (Gabriel x reader (the girl))

Hey there! I've never written fan fiction for this character before, so I don't blame you if you judge it hard ^_^ To keep it mysterious, I haven't actually mentioned any names, as, at first, it was supposed to be an original made up character... I'll probably make a part two. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language =) The girl was slowly leaning in the driver seat of the red car, peeking at her image in the mirror. She could see her curly light brown hair waving through the gust of hot wind, as the sweet guns 'n' roses song was playing on the old radio. She tried to look interested into her look, arranging the collar of her brown leather jacket, rusty and dusty, but her sight couldn't help falling on the face behind her seat. She glanced at the champagne eyes, soft and 'amberely' marvelous that starred at her with much interest. She quickly moved her eyes to the road direction, watching the sun going down and lightening the ruby highway, still sweetened by the vintage smell of desert. She tried to have a peek in the mirror again, but, when she saw the glistening velvet hair, glowing on the green jacket and the purple shirt loosely unbuttoned in a really attractive way, her heart beat rose fast and made her melt a bit, quickly and embarrassedly changing her target. The man behind smirked. His lips were really slim, which made them look even more adorable, resembling a baby duck. She couldn't bare watching his smile, as she knew that will make her breathe heavier and giggle silly. The man leaned back on the leather seat, very relaxed and cunning. His hair now was messy sunny, some strips falling on his whiskey eyes, which followed every step and movement of the girl. The scuffled look, with the collar, messy arranged, and his witty smirk that kept showing on his face made her shiver with warmth. She should definitely stop looking at him, yet, she couldn't help it, finding any excuse to look at his eyes, that every time, they were already watching her, act that made her flinch and blush. "You can't get your eyes over me, right sugar?" he spoke with a sweet voice and not so strong witty southern accent, but still very charming and mysterious. He playfully started to tap annoyed on the door handle, driving his hand through the pure wonderful glowing satin hair. The adorableness of his acts and words was so powerful that she bit her lip tightly, trying not to giggle. She then smiled embarrassed, rolling her eyes, trying to deny everything. She could feel it. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure if he should flirt with her and be confident, or act awkwardly and nervous, as he, in fact, was. It was the first time he actually liked someone and that was one scary feeling. He had liked girls before, that's for sure, but he never felt that way. He didn't even know what he was confronting. When he first saw her, and laughed at her stupid jokes, he really felt a weird emotion of compatibility. He liked her. He really really liked her. Then, he saw her again, and every single time, the taste of his heart was getting sweeter. He was getting really nervous anytime he saw her or heard her name, he felt a protective peculiar feeling towards her, like he wanted to wrap her around with his arms and hold her near him forever. He wasn't sure what that feeling was, but he thought she was looking gorgeous and he loved every sigh she was letting out. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to look at her forever. Well, he kind of started doing that... He wanted to caress her hair... Obviously, from all his other brothers or sisters, he was the most closed to humanity, knowing every feeling by heart. And damn, when it came about love and women, he was an expert. Well, that depended. But he always, whenever he wanted, with a snap of his fingers, had any pleasure, in any possible way, satisfied. And he enjoyed talking and flirting, one of his favorite activities, but that was all... Nothing more. And, after all, he never actually met someone that liked him. He usually came to them, they never came to him. So, it was a known thing for him that no one was actually going to fall in love with him. Even though he was looking pretty damn good. And there was her, that beautiful girl. He didn't want to kiss her or other selfish needs that he usually had when it came to other women in general (well, actually, if you take it like that, he couldn't say he really didn't) but that was definitely not the main feeling he had for her. He wasn't sure. And that would be really wrong for him to feel. Love is stupid and unimportant and is well known that it destroys everything. Love makes you weaker. Love is the least thing anyone like him should ever feel. Passions were just fine for him, but, even for such an easy-going person like him, strong feelings would be too much and tricky. Whatever would be the feeling he had around that girl, it wouldn't be good for either of them. He could hear her prayers, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to care or feel at all. That's how wars start. That's why he was trying to think as causal as ever and forget her figure that haunted his dreams. But that didn't mean he should stop teasing her. "You know, sweet cupcake, you should have let me get us to the place. Not spending hours on a idiot highway while those SOBs are already there..." he said in his beautiful honey voice. She rolled her eyes again and started to search for something in the small cupboard of the convertible car. She grabbed a small shinny wrapped chocolate and pushed her arm behind, giving him the sweets. "Here, have a candy and shut your cakehole " she said witty, smiling to him through the front mirror. He tightened his eyes slowly, surprised, and playfully nodded his head in disapproval. She couldn't help smiling . "It's 'CANDYHOLE'..." he spoke in a sassy manner. "And you can't buy me with candies!" He said in the same childish way. The girl frowned and pouted, took back the candy and started to unwrap it, pushing it to her mouth, while saying "okay, if you say so...". The man showed an alarmed look, getting a bit irritated and quickly got close to the driver seat, approaching her from behind and taking the candy from her fingers, that was about to get in her mouth. "Give me that!" He said annoyed. He gave her a short witty look, similar to a guilty child that just found out his mother found his weakness, while stealing the wrapped chocolate and eating it. He kept looking at her, while she snorted and let out a short laugh. It was really hard for her not to melt into his cuteness, as he was chewing his candy . Yes, she could buy him with sweets. She brought her look back to the road, slowly getting her fluffy sandy hair behind the ear. No matter how much she was wearing that strong outfit (dark green t-shirt, eyeliner, skinny jeans, dagger tripped over the belt and leather jacket) she was still looking more innocent than even a child, with her upturned nose, pale skin and kitten eyes. She's always been looking younger than she really was. "I'm not leaving my car alone, okay?" She started explaining. "That's why I didn't want to get transported just like that and chose driving all this distance. Plus, it's nicer this way... Smell of desert, wind, old rock, driving in the light of sunset.....". She sighed a bit, melting into the sight of the sun, tingling with soft rays the air. He continued sarcastically her enumeration: "... smoking pot, dust and cow skulls, douchey hitchhikers... Damn right I love desert" . She laughed, trying to ignore him, as she was feeling that he actually pretty much enjoyed the view and he was just getting ever more nervous. He started to agitate and make short and fast movements of his head, either looking outside at the road, or starring into the mirror, pretending to be occupied. She couldn't run away from his sunlight stare. She knew there was no way he would ever like her. Probably he only considered her a funny interesting little toy. That's all. The girl looked at the highway indicator and with a fast move, she turned right on a secondary road, deepened in mud and antique sand. Her car partner looked astonished by her act. "Hey, Hey! Are those pretty ears of yours not listening properly? We don't have time for stops, sugar lump" he said softly annoyed, as she kept following the secondary route, flowing right across a dry spot of wild trees. "It's only a hunt, okay?? We're already in the neighbourhood, it's only a few miles away, so..." she tried to justify. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "The world end is coming and you want to dance samba with ghosties?? Nice priorities, smart girl". She frowned pretty offended by his words, but didn't even show any intention of leaving the road. She knew what was important, and she also knew it was better to postpone the nice meeting they were heading to. He had nothing but good intentions, but that didn't mean other people didn't matter too. "I wouldn't even be here if it weren't those knuckleheads. They only asked me to drive you safely to the place. They said nothing about hunting Casper." His tone tried to seem very harsh and objectifying but it only made him look adorable. She sighed annoyed and said, whilst turning the radio volume up to hear better the Rolling Stones music. "Stop being a whinny baby and leave the car, if you really want to! I'm going to check the town and see if I can pull out some info from the demons around there... if you don't think that is relevant, then..." He interrupted her quickly, with an annoyed look, his eyebrows dropping in a anxious and sassy way : "FINE. But you'd better stop at a bar first...". The girl snorted. "Umm...What about 'priorities first' , 'we have no time left and 'I hate desert' ??" . He smiled in a sluggish way and spoke softly, not taking his look away from her : "Well, if we're going to die anyway, at least I should have some fun, mellow scamp. And I adore 'dessert'. Best part of the meal." With a winning and superior look, he leaned his head on the silky window of the car, watching the bright sides of clouds floating in the evening sea. She was far more than irritated by all his words and actions, but finally managed to mumble some inconsistent sounds, in a high-pitched tone : " you....you....". She could see him smiling in the back, enjoying her struggle of finding words, his white face being gently covered by the dark reddish rays of sunset, which was turning his candied eyes into a very mysterious and catching look. "...you... flibbertigibbet!" she finally ripped out of her mouth. He started to laugh and giggle with half of his mouth, chuckling like a teenage girl. "Whoa. No need to offend like this, dove. You make Gordon Ramsey jealous" She struggled to ignore him again, while driving along the country road. She hated and loved that angel so much she couldn't even find her words to prove it. By far she could see the dusky shadow of the town they were approaching, "Mild Peaks", glittering, close to the strawberry sky. It was all covered in a veil of amber, soft as a cobweb... Or...was that light? As the car was driving farther, the light that seemed at first a nice pastel painting made by the Arizona sky, now looked more real and intense than ever. The girl wrinkled her nose. That wasn't a sunset. That was a fire. Oh holy smokes. Like, literally. Smokes. Probably not that holy. The man behind straightened his position when he saw the small endangered town, full of flames, being taken by surprise. "Phew... That's a damn hot town". He looked sassy into the mirror and wiggled his eyebrows. The girl was caught by a short shiver at the sight of his goofy face and showed a small giggle, but that couldn't change her concernment. "...well, at least now we know it's not just a simple demon or phantom...". That was far more dangerous and big than she had expected. But she swore to go there and check it out. So she drove ahead.