#Charlie Gillespie fic

[g1rld1ary]

hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO ����😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

[bweeeb]

OLD FRIENDS

Charlie Gillespie × reader ( Y/n Pitella )

I know no one remembers anymore, but these days I miss the vibe of 2020 and Charlie

Summary: Charlie and the reader haven't spoken since Julie and the Ghosts was canceled, but someone does something about it.

Five years. Five years ago, I found everything that made me the happiest girl in the world. Four years ago, I lost that happiness. I probably sound like the most dramatic person in the world saying that—sorry. Of course, my family will always be one of my greatest joys. Mom and Dad have always done everything for me, and Bella and Léo made me believe I could handle everything I was being exposed to, even though I had no experience at all. But still, it’s impossible not to feel my chest tighten with longing when I think about those who welcomed me during the first few months after Dad had to return to Brazil. Kenny accepting me into the show was one of the biggest turning points of my life when I was just sixteen, and I’ll probably never forgive Netflix for canceling my show.

I had the best six months of my life alongside wonderful people, and that became even clearer when the pandemic hit. The way we stayed connected through video calls, lives, TikToks, interviews, and stories made the monotony and worry of that moment much more bearable. But, of course, after the pandemic passed, the distance between us became a big issue. Plane tickets were expensive, everyone had their own schedules, and then the cancellation of Julie and the Phantoms happened. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much—especially since I couldn’t even be on that stage when Kenny announced Netflix wouldn’t renew our show. Life went on, just as the Earth keeps spinning around the sun, and that’s okay.

My eyes drifted up from my phone, and all I found was my sister staring at me.

" What? " I asked, watching her climb into my bed and throw herself on top of me a millisecond later. " I feel like eating pistachio cookies " she mumbled against the pillow resting on my stomach. “Then just go downstairs, walk up the street, turn left, and buy the pistachio cookies ” I said, and she huffed. Bella is always too lazy to get anything from the shops just up the street from my apartment, and today was no different. “Bella! You’re not ordering cookies and paying double the price through an app when the store is right there.” “I know! I know. Maybe I’ll stop by later when I leave.” “Oh no, you won’t. I wanted you to bring me one too.”

“Well, tough luck,” my sister teased, making me huff without actually getting mad. I turned back to my phone, and a new post caught my attention, accompanied by a familiar voice in the audio. “Hmmm, Charlieeeeeee,” my sister groaned, teasing me, only to get a slap on her arm from me. “Shut up. I’m not buying you cookies after this,” I replied. “Come on. Look at the way you’re staring at him.” She turned and sprawled out beside me, resting her chin on her hands. “I’m just trying to listen to him sing. If you could kindly stay quiet, I’d appreciate it.” The song, apparently called "RODEO," was written by him, and I could almost feel my body combusting along with my mind. Charlie’s voice had always been one of my favorite things in the world since I met him. So much so that, during the time we shared an apartment with Owen for filming, he would hold me in his strong, long arms when I felt homesick, worried, or just plain cold—because, man, that apartment was freezing as fuck—and sing me to sleep. Not that I had a favorite, but Charlie became my best friend, and it was impossible not to cry when we filmed our last scene together, knowing it was the end. “You were in love with him once,” Bella’s voice snapped me out of my head, and I laughed. “I’m pretty sure you two were in love, actually.”

“I was sixteen, living with him, and he played my romantic interest. I won’t deny I had a crush on him, but it was an illusion. I love who he is, obviously. But you all need to stop thinking there was some romance happening.”

“Oh, please. I have eyes. Have you seen the videos of you two? You have! I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes light up like yours did.”

“Yes, I’ve seen them, and I lived it. So thank you, but there’s no need to say more because I treated him, and he treated me, like anyone else. Owen and I were just as close.”

“But you didn’t have the same chemistry with Owen. You and Owen almost never slept in the same bed.”

“Because he had a sort-of girlfriend, and I respect my friends.” Bella rolled her eyes, put her shoes on, and looked at me with mockery. “You’re blind.”

“I’m not blind. I haven’t seen him in five years.” “But you look at him like you’re about to cry.” Bella narrowed her eyes as if challenging me. “Because I miss the best friend I had once.” I got up from the bed, narrowing my eyes back at her. “Then talk to him.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Why not?” “Because I said so!” Our playful argument shifted into something more serious. Bella seemed genuinely intrigued by my hesitation.

“That’s not an answer.” “Of course it is. I’m not texting someone who’s perfectly fine on their own.” Silence hung for two seconds, and then it was too late. Bella grabbed my phone from the bed and ran off, doing something I couldn’t see. “Bella! No!” I yelled, chasing her around my apartment.

“You don’t even have his number? What?” Her voice was pure indignation. “Americans and Canadians don’t use WhatsApp, you idiot.” All my 21-year-old maturity vanished in that second.

“And that’s why you don’t have any of your foreign friends’ numbers? Please. You have SMS.” Bella gritted her teeth, and I let out a loud sigh. “Isabella, put the phone down.”

“Why? Give me one good reason.”

“Your life is a good reason. I suggest you don’t.” “You know what? I’m going to buy cookies. Be right back.” Before I could stop her, Bella pressed the elevator button and closed the doors quickly. Did she seriously just steal my phone?

I rushed to the back exit, but it was pointless. She’d already be halfway there, and there was no way she’d be waiting for me at the cookie shop. So I sat and waited. She wouldn’t do anything crazy, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Half an hour later, she returned with a terrifying smile and a pistachio cookie for me.

“He thinks you should text him.” She shrugged, giving me a smug look.

“What did you do?” “You didn’t log into anything? Computer?” “Mom has the computer because I lent it to her, and you know that.” I clenched my teeth as she laughed. “Don’t worry; I only posted on your Daily account.” Sure, I’d created the unofficial account to talk about a million irrelevant things, but not that.

“Looks like Charlie and S/n need a reunion, don’t you think? @CHARLES_GILLESPIE 🙏😨👀”

The caption sat atop a picture of Bella making a hilariously exaggerated face. "Seriously?" "Delete it if you want."

"Now that roughly 10,000 people have already seen it, yeah, that’ll help." I said, rolling my eyes and deleting the post anyway, knowing full well it was already out there. "Weren’t you going home?" "Are you kicking me out?"

"Yes!" "Okay, okay. Sorry for meddling. I even brought you a cookie as a peace offering—look at the bright side, he answered. Bye, see you tomorrow." As soon as she left, I threw myself on the couch, getting up and pacing around more times than I could count. "Damn it." I muttered. "Fuck, Isabella." What was I supposed to say now?

It had been so long that I had forgotten your name saved in my contacts , cute.

CHARLIE BEAR🧸

— heeyy, she should text me little Pitella. — It's ridiculous how long we haven't spoken.

Of course, Bella didn’t even bother to answer his response to her story. Seriously?

— Hey! How’s it going? — Sorry about that! my phone was stolen for half an hour 😬. — Not cool at all.

That was good, right? Solid? As soon as his reply came almost immediately, I groaned, feeling my anxiety tighten every nerve in my body.

CHARLIE BEAR🧸

— Can I call you? Or is it a bad time?

The moment I sent my confirmation, my phone rang. Running my free hand through my hair instinctively, I realized how absurd that was—he couldn’t see me, after all. "Hey, stranger." His voice found me, warm and familiar, and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, some of the tension dissipating. "Well, hi."

"How are you? It’s been so long, this is insane." Charlie had always been like that—bright and exuberant—and it was impossible not to let my smile widen.

"I’m good! Just trying to make better decisions. What about you? How have you been?" "Good, you know. Trying to make the world a better place and take care of what we’ve messed up." " Yeah, I’ve seen your trips—they look amazing." "I try to live a bit of good in every place I visit." "Classic Charlie Gillespie effect." I closed my eyes tightly, only reopening them when I heard his soft laughter.

"You’re not wrong. So, tell me—I heard you’re in the cast of some big movie? That’s incredible." "Yeab! It’s a book adaptation. I just hope people won’t be disappointed." "You could never disappoint anyone, beau. " words stretched the smile on my lips further. What was happening? "I try…" I kept it simple, hearing his deep sigh on the other end.

"I’m glad Bella posted that, you know?" He shot it out casually, and I adjusted my position on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest.

"I didn’t mean to bother you like that; she literally stole my phone. She’s seventeen but acts like she’s ten."

"Relax. She didn’t have a Charlie Gillespie at sixteen to keep her entertained." He bragged, and I burst into laughter. "You’re still so full of yourself.''

"I’m realistic." "And very, very arrogant." "I miss you. You know that, right?" His words hit me softly, and my smile turned bittersweet.

"It’s almost a crime that we’ve gone four years without a proper conversation." I whispered, hearing his agreement on the other end. "I still don’t understand why you never accepted moving here and staying with me. You know you’ve always had a room here. Koa would love you here. I would love you here."

"Charlie, you travel too much, and you know I’d drive you insane. I work too much, and I talk too much."

"I loved when you’d speak Portuguese to me." His words carried a chuckle from my end as memories flooded back—the nights he couldn’t sleep and would crawl into my bed, asking me to ramble in my southern-accented Portuguese until he drifted off. It was like soothing a baby.

"We haven’t spoken in four years, and you’re already nearly convincing me to abandon my life in Brazil." His laugh followed, accompanied by what I could imagine was his signature smile.

"I really do miss you. And don’t let the others hear this, but you’re the one I missed the most during this time. You were so soft to cuddle at night—you ruined me for everyone else." He said it like it was casual, but my lips pressed tightly together. What was happening? "I’m sure plenty of girls have kept you just as warm as I did, Charles."

"But none of them were you." His quiet murmur had my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. What was this? "Uh… okay. I’ve been thinking of traveling, but I’m not sure if I’ll have the time off. Maybe I could swing by?"

"Please do."

"Okay! I…" My gaze darted to the clock, my lips pressing tightly again. "I’ve got to go, but let’s keep in touch, please. You’re important to me." I whispered, feeling the vulnerability seep into my tone.

"Go ahead. Just don’t disappear again, please."

"Of course." I replied, and just as I was about to hang up, he called out.

"S/n."

"Yeah?"

"You’re important to me too, okay? Stick around." With that, the call ended, and I was pretty sure my neighbors could have reason to complain about the muffled scream I let out into the couch cushion.I felt sixteen again, back when Charlie first hugged me to sleep in that cold apartment. The circumstances were different, but the emotions were just the same.In the end, maybe Bella wasn’t so wrong to steal my phone after all.

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[deanandthephantoms]

Gym buddies with Benefits.

A/N: Someone requested me to write a story about a curvy girl who meets her inspiration (Charlie Gillespie) in the Gym.. Summary: Emilia is just a normal curvy girl. She's insecure, anxious and honestly feels a little lost in life. This is until she decides to take matters into her own hands and unexpectedly bumps in to the one man who had been her inspiration for a few years now.. What happens when the unreachable is suddenly within reach? Warnings: Mature content (smut) Wordcount: 8467

Hi, my name is Emilia and I’m just your average kind of girl. Curvy, brown curly hair.. what else? Oh right. I love books even though I have barely any time to read them,  I like music and going to concerts or the theater every now and then.. I love to be out in nature, especially in the woods or on the water. And honestly? I think that’s all you need to know about me. Exciting isn’t it? You don’t think so? Well I agree. Honestly right now I’m not exactly loving life. I mean I have a job that I like and sure I have a roof above my head and I’ve got some lovely friends so I guess it could be worse. But I can’t help but feel like I’m..stuck? My friends are getting their own places, getting into relationships, some are even getting married or starting families.. and then there’s me. Single. No experience whatsoever and no possible partner insight.. I want to get my own place but simply can’t afford that yet and..

-Tumblr wouldn't allow me to put the full story in here so click this ^ link to continue reading.. Enjoy! <3 -

[unholyimaginesnmore]

𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

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𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐞:

𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑒𝑎ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝐿𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝐿𝑒𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐿.

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 26 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑦,4.

༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑:

𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ�� 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡. 𝐴 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒. 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝 𝑠𝑜.. 𝐻𝑒𝑦𝑦.

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨:

𝐿𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑇𝐿

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟

𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑒,𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠

𝐼 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓.

𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙 (𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓)

𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑟

༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞:

𝐽𝐴𝑇𝑃

𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝑂𝑤𝑒𝑛 𝐽𝑜𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑟

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑙 𝐵 𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛

𝐵𝑇𝑆 (𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣)

𝑇𝑋𝑇 (𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣)

𝑆𝐾𝑍 (���𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣)

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦..

✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

𝐻𝑖, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑎ℎ. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑥. 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠. 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝑋𝑜𝑥𝑜-𝐿𝑒𝑎ℎ.

֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍֍

Tags and Mentions:

#Charlie Gillespie

#Luke Patterson

#michelbjordan

#bts smut

#bts

#txt

#skz

[elly-cross]

Em breve no Wattpad, nova fic: App do Match ! 🫰🏽🤍

[manyfandomocs]

The Breakfast Club OC Masterlist

Name: Donna King

Fic: The Show Must Go On

Love Interest: John Bender

FC: Hayley Orrantia

Name: Judith "Fender" Bender

Fic: Don't You Forget About Me

Love Interest: Claire Standish

FC: Ruby Cruz

Name: Kimberly Underwood

Fic: Girl I've Always Been

Love Interest: Andrew Clark

FC: Sophie Thatcher

Name: Kirk Vernon

Fic: Lonely Lover Boy

Love Interest: Allison Reynolds

FC: Jacob Bertrand

Name: Pamela Kane

Fic: Stars and Stripes

Love Interest: Claire Standish & John Bender

FC: Maya Hawke

Name: Rodney Buckley

Fic: Party On

Love Interest: Brian Johnson

FC: Charlie Gillespie

Name: Timothy Keating

Fic: The Idea of You

Love Interest: Allison Reynolds & Andrew Clark

FC: Joe Keery

[iam93percentstardust]

Shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals. 💌

OOH this looks like so much fun. i don't really have a favorite playlist, i have writing playlists for each fic and then i have mood playlists, so i'm gonna go with the playlist for one of my mth fics, the bitter divorcee stevetony fic

Lost The Breakup - Maisie Peters

see you later (ten years) - Jenna Raine

Unsaid Emily - Charlie Gillespie

Suburban Legends - Taylor Swift

Pray For You - Jaron and the Long Road to Love

thanks for the ask!

[plscallmealeccthx]

ok so 3am ramble BUT—

i just created an (original?) AU.

it’s rise Leo centric cuz if i’m suffering rn then he has to suffer too.

just so yk, this is inspired by the song “Unsaid Emily by Charlie Gillespie”

FADING AWAY AU

Months after the Krang Invasion, everyone was getting better. They improved from ‘not telling a single soul about my troubles’ to ‘i think it’s okay if i open up now’.

Raph adjusted to his blind eye, Donnie has less — as his brothers quote it, ‘Sensory Hell Days’, Mikey’s tremors definitely died down a bit and Leo began opening up once or twice a month. They were happy that Leo opened up to them, it’s an improvement to his previous coping mechanisms. Leo wouldn’t hide anything from his brothers or do some stupid hero stuff…right?

Or; Leo got hit by a mystic curse during a fight with Hypno making him fade away. Leo being Leo, he decided not to tell his brothers and to deal with his curse by himself.

><><><

this has been my ‘fun-fun’ project for awhile and i’ve been wanting to post the fic but idk if anyone would like it

so if u like it, give me ur opinions pls abt this thx

[adorethedistance]

Julie and The Phantoms Cast Masterlist

Julie and The Phantoms Characters Masterlist

New masterlist to split up the cast versus character fics that I’ve written because there’s so many oh my gosh.

✮ - personal fave

Charlie Gillespie - sfw

Rose Garden ✧ Charlie is your suitor, and if he gets his way, soon to be your betrothed. However, he won’t be if you have any say in the matter.

Down For the Count ✧ After a hard fall resulting in a bad injury, your boyfriend Charlie comes to the rescue to be your care taker at the same time as he has a Live with Owen.

Lucky Charm ✧ Meeting Charlie at the rink after hockey practice for date night leads him to take you to his favorite pizza spot, and gifts you an honor you can’t refuse.

Costume Department ✧ Your aunt is the JATP costume designer and one day whilst working on set, your talking with the girls of the cast makes you realize just how strong your feelings for Charlie are.

Tough Competition ✧ Savannah simulates a dance competition for you after learning you’ve never been in one, and your secret relationship with Charlie slowly surfaces to your cast mates.

Betrothed ✧ Evading love for so long has its consequences, but the resistance just might have paid off when you meet a certain prince who’s searching for his princess.

✮ Winners and Losers ✧ Charlie’s day off consists of spending time with his favorite girl, and making bets that he’s seemingly destined to lose.

Charlie Gillespie - nsfw

A Helping Hand ✧ Your best friend Charlie is shocked to hear you’ve been deprived of a certain sexual experience, and is more than willing to help fix that. (18+)

All Day Affair ✧ A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can. (18+)

Everlasting Crushes ✧ Charlie has been your best friend since high school, and secret crush for just as long. When a drunken night in the club results in you getting friendly with strangers, Charlie steps in to claim his girl. (18+)

✮ Impressive ✧ Renowned hockey all-star Charlie Gillespie is a pleasant disaster on his own, but once he asks you to tutor him, you learn he might not be so bad after all. (18+)

Tempting ✧ Coming to an agreement on how your friends with benefits arrangement will work, Charlie invites you over for another study session that doesn’t isn’t very productive. (18+ sequel to Impressive.)

✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵

Owen Patrick Joyner - sfw

Dating Owen Joyner Would Include… ✧  Bullet points of boyfriend!Owen headcanons.

✮ Hey Princess ✧ Dating a Netflix star can be tough in the way of getting recognized in public, but being a Disney Princess just may give Owen a run for his money.

Party Hard ✧ Going from tipsy to full on drunk is a terrible idea, but especially when you’ve got a secret to hide that could mean the difference between preserving and ruining your relationship with your best friend.

Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction?? ✧ Being an influencer meant this day was a long time coming: it was time to put Owen on your channel.

A Pretty Good Bad Idea ✧ Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

They’re Not You ✧ You’ve been successful in avoiding and ignoring your romantic feelings for your best friend… so far.

Doomsayers ✧ Owen had to practically harass you to get you to relax on your mutual day off, but the quality time together takes an unexpected turn when you exhibit a small sense of self-doubt.

New Neighbors ✧ Whilst your two best friends are helping you move into your new place, you find out that your next door neighbor is a major cutie who is totally into you, too.

✮ Baby Fever ✧ You and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own.

✮ City Slicker, Cowboyfriend ✧ You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

Mesmerizing ✧ Crashing at your best friend’s place after a shitty date for the third time causes some sexual tension to bubble to the surface.

Chocolate Cake ✧ Owen’s new place is finally mold free, and he’s invited you over to stay the night. Being petite has more disadvantages than advantages, two of which are a teasing boyfriend and large dog breeds.

Only Need Five ✧ Breaking up with your boyfriend proves difficult when he follows you to your after-breakup plans. Owen puts you at ease and performs a less than innocent song he wrote about your chemistry together. (Indirect sequel to Tell Me Your Favorite Song.)

Wrap Party ✧ Unconvinced Owen is crushing on you, you show up to the cast party ready to let loose with the girls. The night takes an unexpected turn the Owen claims to be the expert on date-nights.

✮ Lazy Day, Stupid Question ✧ You and Owen take a well-deserved lazy day nap together, before movie night in the Joyner-Gillespie household. After recalling a certain reddit post, you make a discovery about the ways of men.

Owen Patrick Joyner - nsfw

Pity Prom? ✧ After learning you’ve never attended a prom, Owen takes it upon himself to recreate the most magical dance you’ve ever had. (18+)

Tell Me Your Favorite Song ✧ Your inattentive boyfriend is falling inferior to a certain drummer from your AP Lit class, who gets to know you better inside and out. (18+)

Say No to This + Unbiased Source ✧ Being cast as Mariah Reynolds means you’ve got your work cut out for you, and to add to the pressure, Owen, your Alexander is exuding a sexual tension you’ve never seen before. Hopefully, no one notices.

✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵

Platonic!Cast

✮ Sculpin and White Claws ✧ Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

The Best-Worst Day ✧ Bad days are manageable when Charlie and Owen are the best roommates a girl could ask for.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Dead Girl Walking-Charlie Gillespie

GIF: @gillespiecharlie​  

Ok this is a weird request but I like could not get the thought out of my head so hoping you can help. Ok so like don’t know if you’ve seen the heathers musical (highly recommend the bootlegs on YouTube if not) but like Charlie’s reaction to watching you perform dead girl walking with your co star. Or performing it with Charlie… please😭😭 

Requested: Yes

Words: 1023

Warning: language

A/n: I am so sorry for getting this out late but I had a writers block, but I am good and better than before. Also Happy New Years guys.

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Your POV

I was in my dressing room getting ready for my next scene with my stage lover Oliver. I am a little nervous about this scene since it’s more sexual one where my boyfriend Charlie will be watching. I told him early today before we left to go.

‘Flashback’

I was finishing getting ready to go to the theater with Charlie for the play I’m doing. Before we walked out I stopped him.

“Charlie?”

He turned around to face me and smiled “ Yes angel.”

I looked down, but felt him bring my head back up. “ You know you can tell me anything.”

“ Yea, I know. It’s just kind of hard to say.”

He then rubbed my back and told me…

“ Take your time darling.”

I let out a deep breath and told him about this one scene.

“ Well there’s this scene in the play were it gets sexual and I just wanted to warn you. I didn’t want you to get mad, not that I thought you would get mad.”

Before I could say anything Charlie put his hands on my face and said…

“ Thank you for letting me know. I also know that it doesn’t mean anything so it’s fine darling. When you tell me these things it means you trust me.”

I smiled and pulled him into a loving hug. He responded to me by pulling me in a little tighter.

‘Flashback over’

I was trying to calm my nerves when I heard a knock and a voice letting me know that it was time. I took one more deep breath before heading out to the stage.

I saw Oliver in his position so I took one last breath before singing.

‘ The demon queen of high school has deceed it,

She says Monday, 8 a.m, I’ll be deleted,

They’ll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall,

Thirty hours to live,

How shall I spend them?’

I turned around to face the crowd to sing…

‘ I don’t have to stay and die like cattle,

I could change my name and ride up to seattle,

But I don’t own a motorbike,

Wait, here’s an option that I like,

Spend these 30 hours gettin’ freaky, yeah!,

I need it hard,

I’m a dead girl walking,

I’m in your yard,

I’m a dead girl walking.’

I started walking to the upper part where Oliver was and sang…

‘ Before they punch my clock,

I’m snappin’ off your window lock,

Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking.’

Oliver then jumped and sat up to say…

“ Veronica, what you doing in my room?”

I then said,

“ Shhh! Sorry, but I really had to wake you,

See, I decided I must ride you till I break you,

Cause Heather says I got to go,

You’re my last meal on death row,

Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities.’

I walked closer to him and ripped the buttons of my jacket open that I wear.

‘ Come on,

Tonight I’m yours.’

Oliver was about to put his hand on my waist when I then pushed him saying…

‘I’m your dead girl walking,

Get on all fours.’

Oliver had his hands going up my legs while I was singing…

‘Kiss this dead girl walking,

Let’s go, you know the drill,

I’m hot and pissed and on the pill,

Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.’

Charlie’s POV

I was watching Y/n perform and let;s just say she was doing an amazing job. It got to the point where she told me that it would get sexual, but I kept telling myself that it was just part of the show. I saw her co-star putting his hands on her legs and I couldn't help it, I just wished it was me up there with her.

‘ And you know, you know, you know,

It’s cause you’re beautiful,

You say you’re numb inside,

But I can’t agree,

So the world’s unfair,

Keep it locked out there,

In here it’s beautiful.’

I watched as she took off her coat and screamed…

‘ Let’s make this beautiful!’

Oliver then said “ That works for me.”

They then went in for a kiss and it made me jealous because she’s mine and I don’t really want her to kiss anyone else other than me.

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I could tell the song was almost over because Y/n would play it all the time to practice.

‘Slap me, pull my hair,

Touch me there and there and there and there,’

When I saw what Oliver was doing I got a little more jealous.

Your POV

I sang the last note out with Oliver.

“ Yeah!”

The both of us were out of breath. I smiled at him and then got up to change so we could finish the show.

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I was heading out to meet Charlie until Oliver stopped me.

“ Hey I just want to say that you did an amazing job.”

I smiled “ Aw. Oliver, you did a fantastic job.”

We both shared a hug before heading our separate ways. I saw Charlie leaning against the car so I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me tighter.

“ You did so good babe.” he said

I smiled and thanked him. I then leaned in to kiss him which he gladly responded with. Before we got in the car I asked…

“ So how were you feeling?”

He let out a sigh, but said…

“ I was already feeling a little jealous. But I know it’s just for the play.”

“Baby. There’s no need to be jealous, ok. I’m all yours Char.”

He smiled and kissed me again before we got into the car to head home.

[charlies-gillespie]

1-800-273-8255 | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader and Charlie can’t stand each other, yet they live together. things change between them after reader has an episode in front of Charlie

requested: no

length: medium

rating: PG-13 (for sensitive content)

warnings: conversation about mental health, a mental breakdown, mentions of depression, suicide. language throughout.

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS LIST

tag list: @mrsbrookegillespie @screwunsaidemily @marvelousmendess @littlemissaddict @lovesanimals

author’s note: i wrote most of this in the middle of the night because i was having a bad day and had no one to talk to because it was the middle of the night. writing is how i help get out how i feel when no one is around to talk to, so this was born. most of this imagine is based off how i feel and what i’ve experienced when feeling this way

another author’s note: at the end of this imagine will be a carrd to with mental health resources / hotlines if you or someone you know if struggling with their mental health

!! sensitive / triggering content below - do not read if you think this will trigger you in any way !!

One day. One day you will wake up and you won’t feel like this. One day you will wake up and not feel like a burden to everyone around you. One day you will wake up and not feel like staying in bed and crying all day. One day you will wake up and not have these thoughts of “no one will miss me if I just disappeared”.

That day is not today.

The minute you opened your eyes, you knew today was going to be a rough day. All these feelings just hit you like a truck from the minute you woke up. It’s just unfair that you haven’t even started your day and you already feel like this.

The worst part is that you have to deal with your roommate, and who you think is the devil reincarnated, Charlie. He’s not working today and you have to leave your room because you do have plans to go see your best friends, Savannah and Madison. Yes, you met them through Charlie but you’ve bonded with them and now they’re two of your closest friends.

You stare up at your ceiling until your alarm goes off. With a groan, you roll over and turn it off. You have texts from Sav and Madi in the group chat that you have with them. They’re asking when the three of you should meet up and where you should meet up. You decide to ignore those texts and take it on hour at a time.

First thing first, though. You need to deal with your roommate.

Honestly, you don’t remember how you ended up with Charlie as a roommate. All you know is one second you were living with your best friend from home and the next you were moving into Charlie’s apartment in Venice. In between is a little fuzzy.

You get up out of bed and put on a hoodie to cover up your tank top. You tie your messy hair in a bun before you wrap your arms around yourself and leave your room.

The smell of bacon hits you and you emerge from the hallway that leads to yours and Charlie’s bedroom. You spot Charlie in a sleeveless t-shirt and khaki shorts. His hair is down and in his face as he cooks on the stove.

Against your better judgement, you sit at the kitchen island and watch Charlie as he cooks breakfast. “I hope you’re not planning on eating what I’m cooking,” he says. “What I’m cooking is for me and for me only.”

With a sigh being your response, you don’t say anything. It’s too early and you’re in too bad of a mood to deal with Charlie’s snarkiness.

When you stay quiet, Charlie turns and looks at you. Surprise is written all over his face as he says, “What, no snarky remark? That’s very unlike you, Y/N. You always have something to say.”

“Not today, Charlie,” you say, rubbing your face. “I’m too tired to deal with you today.”

Charlie asks, “Stay up too late watching Sex Education or something?”

You mumble, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Then you get up and walk back to your room. You accidentally slam your bedroom door shut and you wince at the loud noise.

It felt good to slam something though. You eye a book sitting on your bedside table and you chuck it at the wall. That felt really good. You grab a pillow from your bed and you throw it at the door.

Everything you’re feeling comes at you all at once. Everything hits you so hard that you begin to cry while you throw things around you’re room.

You’re tired. You’re tired of waking up and feeling like ending it all before the day starts. You’re tired of dealing with your asshole roommate, who definitely doesn’t make things easier when you have days like this.

You’re so fucking tired.

As a vase flies across the room, your bedroom door opens. A concerned Charlie stands in the doorway, looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face. “Y/N?” he asks, getting your attention.

“Get out!” you yell at him, not meaning to yell. “I mean it, Charlie. Get out!”

Charlie’s face hardens and he says, “No. I won’t get out. You’re crying and throwing things around to the point where we might get a noise complaint against us.”

You stare at him and you say, “I honestly don’t care about a fucking noise complaint, Charlie. If someone has a problem then they can come to me.”

He looks at you and asks, “What’s going on with you today? You’re always in a good mood, well, until you’re around me.”

“I’m never in a good mood, Charlie,” you sigh. “It’s all a façade. I’m miserable. I’m so fucking miserable. I wake up and don’t want to get up for the day. I wake up and feel so sad before the day even starts. I’m tired of it.”

Charlie slowly approaches you. You’ve started sobbing at this point. Hesitantly, Charlie hugs you. Deciding to not fight him, you embrace the hug. You wrap your arms around his torso as he wraps his arms around your neck. You rest your forehead on his shoulder and the two of you stand in the middle of your room as you cry.

Both of you stand for what seems like hours, embracing each other. You just standing in Charlie’s arms and crying. He eventually starts to run his fingers through your hair to soothe you.

When you stop crying, you look up at Charlie and he says, “I may be a pain in your ass sometimes, but I do care for you, Y/N. I do, believe it or not. I do apologize if I’ve made you feel miserable or upset when you woke up like that.”

You nod and say, “You have made me feel miserable, I won’t lie.”

“Ouch, Y/N,” he says, smiling. “I’m trying to help you out here and you say that.”

With a small smile, you say, “Sorry, but it’s the truth.”

Charlie laughs and says, “I know. I’m sorry too. Do you, um, want to maybe talk about it?”

Almost surprised by the question, you say, “I, um, you probably wouldn’t understand where I’m coming from, Charlie.”

He shrugs and says, “Well, probably not, but sometimes all someone needs is an ear to listen. I’ll be that ear for you if you need me to be.”

You sigh, walking away from Charlie. You sit on your bed for a second, contemplating if you want to tell him everything that runs through your head. You’re nervous that you’ll scare him with some of the stuff that you say. Honestly, you wouldn’t be opposed to that.

“It’s been like this for years,” you start. “Dealing with waking up with no motivation, no will. I’ve never gotten help, and there have been days where I just wanted it all to just stop.”

Confused, Charlie asks, “Stop? What do you mean stop?”

You gently bite your lip, a nervous tic that you’ve gained over the years. “I’ve occasionally wanted to just stop living. There used to be days where I would rather die than live with no motivation or will.”

Charlie’s eyes widen and he asks, “But you don’t think like that anymore?”

“No,” you sigh. “I have things I decided to needed to live for.”

Curious, your roommate asks, “Like what? What do you need to live for?”

After thinking for a moment, you say, “My family, my friends, my fans. Who’s going to be a pain in your ass if I just died? Plus, there are things I want to achieve before I die so I decided to stay alive.”

He smiles when you make the little ‘who’s gonna be a pain in your ass’ comment toward him. “Well, I’m glad you’re alive,” Charlie tells you. “I really do care about you even though we have our little thing going. If you died, I’d actually be kinda upset.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “That’s shocking,” you say. “Really. Charlie Gillespie caring for me? That’s really shocking.”

“Yeah, well, I do care about the people I love,” he says. Both of you stop when he says that statement. Your eyes widen and you look at Charlie. He looks extremely nervous, like he didn’t mean to say that.

Confused, you ask, “You love me? In what way?”

Slowly and hesitantly, Charlie says, “Romantically?” It’s more of a question than it is an answer.

You blink at him before you say, “I thought you hated me.”

Charlie lets out a nervous laugh before saying, “I never outright said I hated you, Y/N. It’s actually the opposite. I just went along with our little banter because I thought you hated me.”

“I do think you’re the devil incarnate sometimes,” you admit. “But I’ve also never outright said I hated you so ...” You trail off and look at Charlie.

Both of you are quiet for a few seconds before you say, “So, what now?”

He looks at you and says, “Whatever you want, Y/N.”

Slowly, you say, “Stay with me for a little bit? No smartass comments are allowed though.”

A smile forms on Charlie’s face as he says, “Your wish is my command.”

An hour ago, you were dreading seeing Charlie. Now, you’re glad that he agreed to stay with you. It’s crazy how that happens.

***

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Just Like You 

Luke Patterson X Reader

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Word count: 6,348

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Post Date: November 30th 2022

Post Time: 11:36 pm

Summary: Reader is Alex’s sister, but she also happens to be Luke’s best friend. She’s the person he always runs to for anything. so it doesn’t really come as a shock to anyone that she died alongside them. Reader also really hates shoes so it’s a huge shock to the boys when they find her hanging out around home in the one thing she really hates: shoes. 

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Y/n’s Pov: {December 12th, 1995} 

I stand off to the side of the stage by a table with my brother's and best friend’s towels in my hand. I wiggle my toes against the cold floor and smile at the soothing feeling. I hold my shoes with my socks stuffed in them and on my shoulder is my brother's fanny pack. 

I lightly drop my shoes down to the ground before pulling the fanny pack around to my front to get out a piece of gum. The boys start playing Now or Never, making me smile as I watch them dance around. I watch as they play and I see Luke look down at my feet before chuckling and shaking his head, then starting to sing. 

♪ Take off, last stop

Countdown 'til we blast open the top

Face first, full charge

Electric hammer to the heart ♪

I smile at the passion my brother and best friend have up on the stage. All the boys are sweating as they jump around and jam to the music. I continue to dance around and Luke keeps smiling when he looks at me, making my stomach flip every time. 

♪ Clocks move forward

But we don't get older, no

Kept on climbing

'Til our stars collided

And all the times we fell behind

Were just the keys to paradise ♪

Luke sings and as they come up onto the next part the others join in on the verse. I stop dancing for a moment to watch as Luke finishes his line so passionately. I smile at him as I wiggle my toes a bit. 

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

They all end the last verse together and Luke sings the next part. He continues to smile at me like a lovesick puppy and I can’t help but do the same. I watch in awe as he sings like he’s singing to me and I find myself wishing he would be. 

Being best friends with the guy you're in love with and one of your brother's best friends is hard. Alex of course knows how I feel, heck, he pegged me liking Luke even before I realized it. But he’d never in a million years spill my secrets. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never ♪

I blush lightly when Luke winks at me as he sings his heart out. He smirks when he sees my reaction, then goes back to singing and I wiggle my feet some more as they continue with the song. 

♪ Hear the noise in my head

It's calling out like a voice I can't forget

One life, no regrets

Catch up, got no time to catch my breath ♪

Luke continues to look at me and I can’t help but to have an overwhelming feeling of love for him even though we are very much not a couple. I move over and take Alex’s fanny pack off my shoulder and grab my water off the stool I had set it on. As I move the floor is colder on my feet and I can’t help but smile as I wiggle my toes again. 

♪ And clocks move faster

'Cause it's all we're after now, oh ♪

Luke finishes the last line and nods at Reggie for him to come sing with him. Reggie goes over to him and they sing together into the mic, facing each other and I smile even more. 

♪ Won't stop climbing

'Cause this is our time, yeah ♪

Reggie and Luke sing the line together, then Luke smiles as he pushes Reggie back to his spot on the stage as he continues to sing into his mic alone. Luke turns and looks back at me with a huge grin. He shakes his head again, but never wavers in his singing. 

♪ When all the days felt black and white

Those were the best shades of my life ♪

When Luke is done with the last line, they all come in to sing the next part and I sway with the song. If we were in the garage, I’d be full on rocking out, but we aren’t, so I dial my dancing down a bit. 

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

When they all finish, it goes back to Luke, who continues to have the most energy on the stage. I continue to lightly dance as my best friend and brother seem to push their passion on me. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever ♪

After Luke sings his line, the guys come back in to sing with him again. Now I quietly sing along, still enjoying the coolness of the floor on my feet.

♪ But live it like it's now or never ♪

When they all finish singing, Alex takes his part and Reggie does the background parts. I smile as my brother seems to have found something that makes him happy, which makes me happy. 

♪ We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow)

'Cause we got all we need today (today) ♪ 

Once Alex and Reggie finish, Luke takes over singing again. I see Alex look at me briefly and I give him a thumbs up in encouragement with a huge grin. He smiles as he quickly gets back into it and I can’t help but smile proudly. 

♪ Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins ♪

After Luke’s line, Reggie then takes over this time to sing his part. I smile as Reggie, who's normally more shy than the others, gladly sings his part without even an ounce of shyness.

♪ We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain ♪

After Reggie sings they all come in again, but this time they bring claps into the mix. I smile as I clap along to their beat while they sing.

♪ Don’t look down 'Cause we're still rising up right now and even if we hit the ground ♪

“They're good, yeah?” A girl comes up and starts to clean the table that I’m next to. I turn to her with a smile. 

“Yeah, they really are. I'm proud to call the lead singer my best friend and the drummer my brother,” I say as we bop our heads to the very end of Now or Never. 

“You're one lucky girl to have their music in your life everyday,” she says and I smile. 

“Yeah, I am,” I say, turning back to watch the boys as I continue to dance lightly to the song. 

“Let me guess… don’t like shoes?” she asks as she points down to my feet while moving to a new table. 

“Yeah. I just don’t really like the construction of them…” I admit as I look down at my own shoeless feet. 

“My sister used to be the same. Then she started having to wear them more for pilates… that new workout thing…?” she explains before trailing off and I nod. 

“Yeah I’ve heard of it,” I tell her and she nods. 

“Well when she started that, she started wearing more workout shoes and now she loves them,” she continues to explain and I smile at her. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be one to wear shoes. My mom tells me she’d put me in some when I was little and then not even two seconds later, Alex or Luke would be telling her I took them off,” I explain with a giggle and she giggles too. 

“Well that sounds like you definitely love being shoeless,” she comments and I nod in agreement. 

“Oh I definitely do,” I tell her and she grins before going back to whatever she was doing beforehand. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never

It's now or never (now or never) ♪

Just as we finish our conversation, the boys are finishing up and I smile as they all pat each other’s back. They stay on the stage, basking in the feeling, then they talk for a minute before coming down to where I’m standing.

“Hey, sweetheart. What'd you think? Wasn’t that awesome?!” Luke uses the nickname he’s always had for me, but I can’t help but wish it was in a different way. 

In all his sweaty glory, he comes over to hug me from behind. I squeal before giggling, nodding as he lets go of the hug and grabs his towel from my shoulder.

“Yeah, hon, it was electric,” I agree with him as I use my pet name for him and smile when Alex puts his arm over my shoulder. 

“I was on fire, sis!” he exclaims and I smile. 

“Yes you were, Lex!” I concur with a nod before giving my brother a kiss on the cheek. 

“Anyway sweetheart, we’re going to get street dogs to celebrate. You gonna come?” Luke asks as he now replaces Alex's arm with his. 

“Yeah, I think I will,” I reply and Luke smiles before giving my cheek a kiss. I push back the thought that I wish that could be a kiss on the lips. 

“Well if you’re coming, you should put your shoes back on,” Alex tells me as he bends down to pick up my shoes. 

“Do I have too?!” I whine out like a five year old, making both Luke and Alex laugh. 

“Yes, sweetheart. You have to. I promise you can take them off as soon as we get to the alley,” Luke tells me and I grin at him. 

“Ok. I guess I can,” I reluctantly agree as Alex hands me my shoes, rolling his eyes before giving me the ‘we are so talking about this later’ look. 

“I’ll put them back on here in a minute,” I assure them and they both nod before Alex grabs his fanny pack along with my water. 

“Hey! Bobby, where are you going?!” Luke asks as we watch Bobby go up to the girl I talked to earlier.

“I’m good,” he replies, turning back to Luke for a moment with a shrug before he goes back to the girl with all of us now following. 

“Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal,” Bobby boasts as he tries to flirt with the poor girl. 

We all come up next to him and Luke puts his other arm up onto Bobby’s shoulder. He holds my hand with his other hand, something we’ve just always done platonically. Reggie stands next to me with an arm on Alex’s shoulder as Alex is on the other side of him. 

“You guys are really good,” the girl praises them and smiles at the boys. 

“Thank you,” Luke sheepishly says with a big smile on his face. 

“I see lots of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it,” she emphasizes as she looks at us. 

“That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way,” Luke continues to flirt with her and my stomach twists with jealousy. 

But then Luke squeezes my hand and I smile at the fact that it’s for no reason but to let me know he loves me. We’ve always done that when one of us seems to be upset, just as a sign of ‘I’m here, you’re ok,’ to calm the other. It’s our way of saying we love one another without having to say it, always has been and always will be. Again, Alex gives me a look and I shrug, making him roll his eyes. 

“Hi, I’m Reggie,” Reggie introduces himself in a flustered tone. 

“Alex,” Alex chimes in, putting a hand up in a wave. 

“Y/n.. nice to meet you,” I interject with a sweet smile as I lift my hand and give a small wave like my brother did.

“Bobby,” Bobby chirps as he pushes Luke behind him a bit. 

“I’m Rose. Nice meeting you guys,” the girl says amusedly, and smiles a beautiful smile.

Luke then gives Bobby a wet willie and I giggle lightly when he does. I then hold a shoe out to Alex and he nods as he takes my left shoe to hold it for me. With my right shoe I take my sock out and Alex takes the right one as well. 

I bend down and Luke keeps a hold on my arm to balance me. I smile up at him in thanks, then finish putting my socks and shoes on.

“Oh, uh, here’s our demo. And a tee shirt, size beautiful,” Reggie croons, now flirting as well and I roll my eyes as I stand up right again. 

“Thanks. I’ll be sure not to wipe down the tables with this one,” she jokes as she holds it up to herself before she throws it over her shoulder.

“Oh, good call! Whenever they get wet, they kinda just fall apart in your hands,” Alex informs her and I smirk at him as he bashfully looks away. 

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asks as he tries to get us all to leave so he can be with Rose. 

“Yeah. He had a hamburger for lunch,” Luke informs Rose as he pushes Bobby back so he can talk to Rose. He then pushes off the table with his hands and grabs my hand again before leaving. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke exclaims and Reggie giggles as we all walk out the back door of the Orpheum. 

“The smell of sunset boulevard?” Alex asks and I snort as I start to giggle before groaning. 

“The shoes?” Alex asks me and I nod.

“No. It’s what that girl said in there tonight,” Luke explains as he swings our hands back and forth and kicks the puddle that’s in front of us. 

“About our music, right? It’s like an energy. It connects us with people,” he elaborates and I smile even though in my mind I’m only wanting to take my shoes off. 

“I mean, he’s got a point Lex, that’s what connected me and Luke,” I agree and Luke smiles, pulling me in so I’m against his side with his arm around my shoulders. 

“She’s not wrong, man, but they can feel us when we play. I want that connection with everybody,” Luke bursts happily and pulls the boys into our little huddle as well. 

“Then we’re gonna need more t-shirts,” Reggie jokes as he holds up one of the sunset curve shirts I helped them make a couple weeks ago and the rest of us laugh. 

“Let’s go,” Luke playfully orders and I giggle as Luke pulls me closer to leave a kiss to the side of my forehead. 

“I love you,” I muse, making him smile. 

“I love you too, precious,” he parrotes me, making me grin and nuzzle into his side. 

Out of my peripheral I see Alex shake his head lightly and I only cuddle Luke closer. Alex lets out a huff and I shrug as Luke lets go of me. 

“Let’s go boys,” Luke commands as pops his hood up over his head as we all head to the front of the Orpheum. “And best friend,” Luke adds, making me giggle. 

We continue walking forward until we pass a group of girls who are all talking and not noticing anything at all. 

“Ladies,” Reggie croons as he walks up to them and hands them the leftover shirts he has. 

We stop and wait for him as he hands them the shirts before coming back to us. Then we all continue walking and the girls open the shirts only to let out a scream. 

“Reggie, wait!” One of the girls yells out, making me giggle as Reggie smirks. 

We walk for a while before coming up to the alley to get our hot dogs. We get our hot dogs from the cook before we each pile condiments onto them from the back of an Oldsmobile. 

“Man…. I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex states as he turns to Luke and then walks off to the owner. 

“I mean, I can’t say I don’t agree,” I tell Luke and he chuckles as he grabs my hand. 

“Hey… sorry I got some pickle juice on your battery cables,” Alex informs the much older man and I hold back a giggle. 

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the older man jokes with a laugh. 

“That can’t…. okay. What?” Alex asks in confusion, then just deciding to let it go as he walks away from the man. He shakes his head and I giggle when he comes back up next to me. 

“Confused?” I ask him and he nods. 

“Duh!” he tells me and I snort out a giggle. 

We walk over to a couch with our food and sit down. Reggie sits farthest to the left and Luke sits next to him before pulling me down onto his lap and Alex shakes his head as he sits down next to Luke. I push my hot dog into Alex’s hand and he rolls his eyes. 

“Uhh, ok sure. I’ll hold it for you, sis,” he sarcastically jokes and I giggle. 

I reach down and quickly pull off one shoe along with its sock before ripping the other off. I lean back into Luke with a sigh and he chuckles as I take my hot dog back from Alex. 

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge,” Luke says excitedly as he keeps his arm around me while holding his hot dog with the other.

“We’re gonna be legends!” Luke exclaims with a smile. 

“Yes, you guys will be. And I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” I agree and promise them with a big smile. 

“Eat up, sweetheart. You too, boys. Cause after tonight, everything changes,” Luke informs us as he squeezes my hip while holding his hot dog in the air. 

We all put our hotdogs together as if toasting to something, then each take a big bite.

“That’s a new flavor,” Alex mentions with a mouth full of hotdog while looking at us. 

“Chill man, street dogs haven’t killed us yet,” Reggie jokes, making me giggle. 

“I mean he’s got a point. We’ve been eating here for how long?” I ask with a shrug before we all continue to eat.

Little did we know, the hotdogs had bad chemicals in them, chemicals that aren't good to ingest at all.

Y/n’s Pov:{2020 after the Orpheum performance} 

“Knock knock,” I speak as I stick my head through Julie's bedroom door. 

“Ahh, if it isn’t my favorite ghost that actually has manners. You can come all the way in,” Julie jokes as she turns to look at me and I grin as I step all the way in. 

“Hi, Julie. Yeah, the guys are not well mannered, that's something we can agree on,” I say with a laugh and she smiles, also laughing. 

“Come to get away again?” she asks and I quickly turn away from her before starting to look around her room again. 

“Yeah… he’s just…” I sigh and shake my head as I make my way to her closet. 

“Infuriating?” she fills in for me and I bite my lip as I nod. 

I start to look around her closet and find a shirt I really like. Smiling, I pull it off the hanger and turn to her as I hold it up. 

“Can I try this on?” I ask her and she nods as she gets up and grabs a notebook off her chair. 

“Sure. Just don’t do what your boyfriend apparently likes to do,” she tells me with a giggle as she sits back down and I pull it off the hanger. 

“One, he’s not my boyfriend. Two, Alex tells that story too much. It was one time!” I quickly defend Luke as I walk over to the mirror to slip it on over my shirt and Julie shakes her head. 

“Whatever, just make sure it stays the way it is and comes back to me,” she jokes and I roll my eyes in the mirror at her. 

“Yeah, yeah. One time. One time Luke steals a shirt and cuts it up, then we both become shirt villains,” I joke as I turn to look at her. 

“Well? Does it look good on me?” I ask her as I hold my arms out and spin a little. 

“Yeah. It does. Go ahead and borrow it whenever you want to,” she tells me when she looks up at me from writing and I grin at her.

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles sweetly back at me. 

“Of course. That’s what girlfriends are for,” Julie says as she continues to write in her book. 

“I’ve never really had girl friends. I’ve only ever had the boys…” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion and she gets up from the bed. 

“Well, you have me and Flynn now,” she tells me as she comes up beside me. 

“Wanna try on anything else?” she asks and I shrug, making her smile. 

“Really y/n, it’s ok. Try whatever you like,” she reiterates to me and I grin, making her smile as she goes and sits back on her bed. 

I excitedly walk over to her closet and look through it. I look at her shirts for a few minutes, but nothing jumps out at me. I sigh and let my head fall with my eyes falling closed, making Julie chuckle. 

“Nothing speaks to ya, huh?” she asks and I huff, opening my eyes. 

My eyes light up as I see something and Julie seems to notice as she once again gets up to come over to me. I bend down and pick them up with a smile on my face. Julie watches me carefully as I straighten up and look at her. 

“Do you have socks by chance? I don’t know if mine would even be in the bags in the garage or not. I never really kept any around,” I say excitedly and she smiles, walking over to her dresser. 

“Sure, what kind do you normally like?” she asks as she opens the drawer.

“Umm, you got any knee high?” I ask and she gives me a devilish smile. 

“Oh, I’ve got many…” she tells me as she begins to pull a bunch out:

Julie lays out pair after pair and I marvel at all her choices of knee high socks. I find it hard to pick my favorite pair and Julie chuckles. 

“Pick two or three favorites and you can keep them along with the shoes,” Julie tells me and my head snaps up to look at her. 

“Really? I can keep the shoes and two pairs of socks?” I ask and she nods, smiling. 

“The shoes aren’t really my favorite anymore, so yeah. Keep ‘em. I also don’t really wear the knee highs anymore,” she says with a laugh as she motions to all the socks she has. 

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles, nodding at me. 

“There’s so many new patterns from when I was younger. How will I ever pick?” I ask and she chuckles as she lifts a pair off the bed. 

“I think you’d like these maroon ones or maybe the navy blue, but if you're ever looking to impress a certain someone, then I’d take one of the music notes,” she tells me as she lifts each one to show me. 

“I’ll take the maroon and the yellow and black ones, those ones kinda remind me of when Luke used to call me bee…” I fondly tell her as I pick up the socks before looking up at her to see she has an amused look on her face. 

“What?” I ask and she giggles. 

“He used to call you, bee? Really?” she asks and I blush lightly. 

“It was because bumblebee was my favorite transformer. He used it when we were like 8!” I exclaim when she raises an eyebrow at me. 

“Ok. No, that's actually a very cute reason…” she admits as she crosses her arms and I smile. 

“Isn’t it, though? If Lex were here he’d totally be gagging and rolling his eyes,” I tell her and she chuckles. 

“I could totally see that. Alex seems very protective over you,” she agrees with me and I roll my eyes. 

“You have no idea,” I joke and she laughs again. 

“You can come take my socks whenever. Like I said, I don’t wear them very often. But keep those ones, they’re yours now,” she tells me with a grin and I grin back. 

“Really, thank you,” I tell her again and she shrugs. 

“Hey. It’s nothing. I know you hate shoes, so if you like those and I mean really like them, go right ahead and keep ‘em,” she tells me with a smile and I jump up, grabbing the shoes and socks. 

“I’ll see you later. Thank you for my new shoes and socks. You think Luke will like ‘em? They match his…” I say in a bashful tone and Julie smirks. 

“I’m sure he’ll love them. Heck, he’ll probably just like seeing you excited about shoes for once,” Julie jokes with another shrug and I giggle. 

“You're right. I’ll see you later?” I ask her and she nods, grinning. 

“Got a gig with the boys tonight so I’m sure I’ll see you there. You never pass our gigs up,” she tells me as she starts picking up the other socks. 

“That’s ‘cause I’m the cheerleader. I cheer everyone on, especially now that I’m more of a background manager now that Flynn’s the real manager,” I admit and she shakes her head. 

“You’re part of the team too, even if you do more background stuff. Plus, I think of you more as our stylist than a cheerleader. Those shirts you used to make were awesome. Not to mention how you dressed the guys and me for the last gig,” she raves and I blush at all the praise. 

“Oh… that was nothing, really,” I wave her compliment off and she shakes her head. 

“Y/n, take the compliment. You're awesome at style,” she demands and I slowly smile while nodding. 

“Ok… ok. Thank you,” I tell her shyly and she laughs. 

“Now go try your new shoes out,” she jokes with me, rolling her eyes with a smile and I grin. 

“Ok. See you later!” I wave at her and she waves back. 

I quickly walk out of her room—when she opened the door I have no clue, probably when my head was buried in the closet—and I decide to just apparate to the garage. My feet lightly land on the garage floor and I quickly rush over to the couch. 

I put the bumblebee striped socks on, then the shoes and smile when I finish tying them. I stand up and grin as I dance around a little bit. Soon I get bored waiting for the guys so I decide to figure out the guy’s clothes for the gig tonight. 

I go up into the loft where all of our clothes are and look through Alex’s first. I find him a real nice light pink shirt, knowing he’d want his pink. I then look through his pants and find him one of his many pairs of black sweats. 

I then go over to his new collection of fanny packs and find him a nice jean jacket style one. I lay that all out and look over it. I then grab one of his many snapback hats and add it in. 

The blue of the snapback pairs perfectly with the fanny pack and I decide to let him pick shoes, making me smile as I’m satisfied with the outfit. I then move on to Luke’s outfit, starting with his favorite skull shirt and lay it out. I start to riffle through his pants when I hear the boys land downstairs from apparating. 

“Sweetheart, where are you?” I hear Luke shout out and I smile. 

“In the loft, Lukey!” I shout back and smile when I find the right pants. 

“There you are. Come down and cuddle?” he asks me and I shake my head, smiling more. 

“Sorry, Lukey boy. Can’t. I’ve still got yours, Reggie’s, and Julie's outfits to do before tonight,” I sadly tell him and he frowns. 

“But… if you help me, maybe I can get them done faster,” I appeal to him and he takes a moment to think it over before his frown slowly turns to a smile. 

“Deal,” he tells me and I smile softly at him as he comes closer. 

“Ok. Do you want to finish your outfit then while I start on Regsters?” I ask and he laughs.

“What?” I ask him and he chuckles. 

“You haven’t called Reggie Regsters since we were like ten,” he tells me with a smirk and I shrug. 

“I guess I’m just feeling very nostalgic today,” I comment as I continue to put Reggie’s outfit together. 

“Ok. I’m done with Reginald’s. Are you done with yours?” I ask as I turn around to look at him and again he has a smirk on. 

“What is with you today? Old nicknames and full names?” he asks and I giggle as I look over what he’s added to his outfit. 

“I really don’t know. I was hanging out with Jules today and for some reason it’s put me in a very weird happy and nostalgic mood,” I explain as I give his outfit a few minor changes. 

When I finish his outfit I fully stand up and when I do, I hear him let out a gasp. I look at him and realize he’s looking down at my feet. 

I grin as I stand on my heels, letting my toes angle out before bringing them back in. 

“Oh! Jules gave me ‘em. Aren’t they rockin’?” I ask and he gives me a sideways look. 

“Sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, they are rockin’, but why are you wearing them? You hate shoes…” he asks me and I feel a blush creep up my neck. 

“I really liked them and Julie told me I could have them, so I took them. Do you not like them? They match yours…” I tell him as I bite my lip as I look down at them. 

“No. I love them. It’s just… I’m not used to seeing you wear shoes, sweetie,” he explains as he comes over to me. 

“Oh…ok. I liked em ‘cause they matched yours. Not to mention they’re  too,” I meekly point out and I hear him chuckle. 

“Is that all we had to do all these years to get you to wear shoes? Just find you a pair that matched mine?” he asks, making me look up at him and my breath gets caught in my throat with how close he is. 

If I moved just a little bit more, my lips could touch his. Oh how badly I want to just surge forward and close the small distance, but I don’t. I look down at his lips before quickly looking back up at his eyes in hopes he didn’t catch it. To my relief, it seems like he didn’t. 

“If that’s the case, we shoulda done that years ago,” he jokes and I just watch him as he keeps a smile on his face. 

“Hey. What’s wrong?” he asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“Oh… nothing, I promise. Just… stuck in thought I guess,” I tell him with a shrug before going around him to try and go down the ladder. 

“Hey. No. I know something is up, y/n. Come on, you can tell me,” he prompts me as he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. 

“Really. It’s nothing. I’m fine…” I try to lie the best I can, knowing he’ll read me like an open book. 

“No. You’re not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong…” he informs as he again pulls me back, but this time he pulls me into a hug and holds me there. 

“Lukey… come on. Let me go. I can’t talk to you about it, ok…?” I plead with him and he gives me a confused look. 

“What can’t you tell me? You tell me everything, sweetheart. It’s ok. You can tell me,” he promises and I sigh, realizing he won’t be letting this go. 

“I can’t tell you because it’s about you. You’ll stop talking to me and I don’t want that,” I admit in a fast jumble of words. 

“What do you mean it’s about me? Did I do something to make you upset with me? I’m sorry if I did,” he quickly apologizes and I shake my head. 

“Goodness no, Luke… I… uh… like someone…” I tell him as I bite my lip and his face falls. 

“Oh. So you’re…” he trails off and I nod. 

“Yeah. I’m in love with you…” I admit sheepishly and his eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?!” he asks and I give a nervous giggle. 

“What did you think I meant?” I ask him and he chuckles. 

“I thought you were trying to tell me you were going to go out with another guy. Ya know, dial everything back…” he explains with a slow smile making way to his face. 

“Oh… well, no…” I again nervously trail off and he chuckles again. 

“Sweetheart, look at me please…” he asks me and I do, only to see him smiling. 

“Wha-” I start off, but he cuts me off as he slams his lips to mine and I freeze. 

The kiss lasts for a few minutes and it's exactly how I always dreamed of it. At first, Luke kisses me and I can’t move out of shock, but once I’ve snapped out of it I kiss him back. Our lips move in sync and it’s so full of love. 

It’s nice and slow as Luke keeps his hands on my cheeks. My arms slowly wrap around his neck and I play with the hair at the nip of his neck. All too soon though, we are both pulling away for air. 

He lays his forehead against mine as he now wraps his arms around my waist and mine stay around his neck. He gives me one last peck before he’s smiling, making me smile too. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since fourth grade…” he whispers out as he nudges my nose with his. 

“Well… why didn’t you?” I ask him with a giggle when his face scrunches up. 

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he sassily asks and I giggle again. 

“Because I didn’t know how you felt. I didn’t want to risk losing you,” I admit and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“I had the same reasoning,” he admits and I grin before we both start laughing. 

“Wait, so we’ve both been oblivious idiots this whole time?” I ask and he nods while still laughing. 

“I could have told you that! As a matter of fact, I did!” Alex shouts from downstairs, making me and Luke laugh harder. 

“Well, that’s definitely one way to do it,” I giggle out and Luke shrugs. 

“I guess so, bee…” he says with a grin on his face and I immediately look down at my socks. 

“You figured it out!” I excitedly exclaim and he nods, smiling. 

“That I did. How could I forget about bee? Now if we had known that all we had to was get bumblebee striped socks and shoes that matched mine, maybe we would’ve had you in shows years ago,” Luke jokes with an eye roll and I scoff. 

“Oh, shut up. At least now I’m just like you,” I tell him with a grin and he smiles more, if that’s even possible. 

“Yes, you are and I love it,” he tells me with a smile before pulling me back to him by the waist. 

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks and I giggle. 

“Well you didn’t even ask the first time around, but you're lucky I love you or else it’d be a no,” I joke before realizing what I had actually said and I pause, waiting for his response. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replies with a big cheeky smile and I can’t help but smile with him. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he jokingly tells me and I smile, nodding. 

He leans forward and kisses me again. This time feels just like the first, so full of love and care. I smile into the kiss as does he before again we’re pulling away. 

“You gonna come give me those cuddles now?” he asks and I laugh before playfully sighing. 

“I guess we can go cuddle now…” I reply playfully and he grins. 

“Ok. Come on,” he tells me and before I know it, I’m being pulled towards the ladder. 

We make it down to the bottom and he pulls me over to his couch before he’s plopping down onto it. He looks up at me before holding his arms out and doing grabby hands like a five year old would. I laugh as I sit down on the couch.

He wraps his arms around me and I cuddle into his chest. I sigh when all he brings is a protective warmth over me. Soon before I know it, my eyes slowly drop and I’m off into dreamland, sleeping peacefully in my best friend's arms (well, boyfriend now, I guess). Only the peaceful sleep doesn’t last very long because soon I’m jumping awake. 

“Are you wearing shoes?!” Alex shouts as I sleepily look up at him. 

“Yes, I am. Now go away, I’m going back to sleep,” I grumble as I cuddle back into Luke, who lets out a small breathy laugh and that’s the last thing I hear before falling back into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

The End…

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+This Town+ Luke x Alive!Reader

(Not My Gif)

!Requested!

Description: Just read it.

Warnings: ANGST, um... ANGST, and ANGST. Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death, mild swearing. Probably a lot of typos, I’m editing it, but I wrote this right when I saw the request.

Use of JATP scenes go to the producers and such, and the song that is used in this story is “This Town” by Niall Horan (I changed some of the words, and rearranged the format of it)

S/N = Sons Name

BF/N = Boyfriends Name

I cried writing this... Enjoy.

+This Town+

“Luke!” Y/N shrieks when he picks her up by her waist, twirling them around. “Put me down.” He chuckles, setting her down gently.

 “How did we do?” he asks. “More importantly--” he clicks his tongue, “--how did I do?” Taking her hands into his, he flashes her a big smile.

She tilts her head, giving him a pointed look. “You know what I’m going to say to that.” She leans forward a little with a small smirk on her face. “You were amazing, and everyone is going to see that tonight.” She presses her lips firmly on his, him returning the gesture by cupping the side of her face to deepen it. 

Though it didn’t last long, when they both pulled away the feeling still lingered. “Well, the guys and I are going to get some food, do you want to join us?” He takes a step closer to her, not being able to let her go.

“Are you guys going to that hot dog place again? The one with the car?” she questions, a look of disgust on her face. “I’ll pass.” 

He puts on a big pout. “Alright,” he mumbles, disappointed. “Your appetite has been really strange lately.”

Alex quickly comes over, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Are you coming, or what?” he asks Luke, no doubt overhearing Y/N’s answer. 

A small groan comes from Luke. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” he repeats to Y/N. “I’m gonna miss you,” he claims.

“I’ll see you tonight, babe.” She lets out a giggle, glancing at Alex whose expression is most likely unidentifiable to Luke, but to Y/N, she knew exactly what he was thinking. “And I have something to tell you tonight.” 

Luke raises an eyebrow towards her. With a glimpse towards Alex he says, “Is it good or bad?” 

She purses her lips, taking a moment to come up with an answer. “Depends…” 

“Well, then I’ll be counting the minutes.” 

Alex moves away from the couple to give Luke space for him to kiss her left temple. “Be careful out there, alright?” She wraps her arms around him tightly. 

“I will,” he promises. “You worry too much.” 

She shakes her head. “Only for you.” 

“I heard that!” Alex calls out. 

“You know I love you too Alex,” she says. “Now go be boys, with your… Interesting food cravings.” Nudging Luke, he hesitantly walks away, holding her hand until he’s forced to let go.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Luke assures. 

“I’ll hold you to it!” With one last wave, they leave with no knowledge of what’s to come.

Julie sighs walking into the studio. “We’re sorry,” Reggie sings, popping out from behind Luke.

“So sorry,” Alex joins, popping out on the other side. 

“We’re so super-duper, crazy, sorry,” the boys all harmonize at the end, Luke kneeling down on one knee.

“In case you missed it, we’re really sorry,” Reggie adds.

“Yeah. I… I got that part,” Julie replies, her tone short.

“We’ve been here for, like, three hours,” Alex mentions, Reggie high-fiving him.

Luke nods. “Yup.” He goes to stand up. “We almost sang to your little brother.” 

“He comes in here a lot,” Reggie observed. “Mainly to use the bathroom.” He gestures behind him.

“Yeah, it’s not our favorite part of the day,” Alex explains.

“But, Julie, it wasn’t okay that we flaked out on the dance last night,” Luke joins, going back to the real problem. “We know we let you down.” 

“Yeah, and none of us wanted to disappoint you,” Alex states. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to us, since we became ghosts.” 

“So, in hopes that you’ll rejoin the band.” A slow smile creeps up on Luke’s face, him taking a dramatic step towards her. He hands her a piece of paper that he’s been holding. “We booked a new gig.” 

“A mega important, life-changing gig,” Reggie remarks in the background.

Julie analyzes the flier. “Oh, okay, check it out. Tons of managers go here to listen to new bands,” Luke starts. “All we gotta do is blow them all away, and we’re living the dream.” 

“So, this means a lot to you, huh?” Julie asks, still holding her harsh tone. “Kind of how playing in front of my whole entire school meant a lot to me?” 

“Sounds like sarcasm,” Reggie says, confused. He gasps, turning to Alex. “I’m starting to think our plan isn’t working.”

“Look, we know we messed up,” Alex reassures. 

“But we need you in the band,” Luke affirms.

“Of course you do,” Julie begins. “Because without me no one can see you guys playing.” She looks up towards the ceiling. “You know I thought that the music that we were writing was special, but you’re too obsessed with your past to even care,” she accuses, pointing towards Luke.

“I do care,” he argues. “Our band has a real chance at greatness, I’m not gonna let that get away from us again.” 

“Uh-huh, right. So, then why did you bail on me to get back at Trevor?” she interrogates. “I’ll tell you why…” she pauses. “‘Cause there’s only one thing you care about, and that’s yourself.” She storms off, Luke following her by only a few steps. 

“Dude, she didn’t mean that,” Alex asserts. 

Luke looks back at him before poofing away. “Where’s he going?” Reggie asks. 

“Where do you think? Remember what today is?” Alex turns towards Reggie, realization taking over his features.

Alex and Reggie both poof into Julie’s house to see her reading on the couch. “Hey… Uh, do you got a second?” Alex stuffs his hands into his pockets.

Julie sighs, not giving them a verbal response. Re-situating herself on the couch. “Oh my gosh, she can’t see us anymore!” Reggie whisper-yells. Alex gives him a blank stare, lasting for a little longer than a second. “Oh, right.” Reggie shrugs.

Alex sits on the arm of the couch. “Julie, please,” he begs. 

Julie allowed herself to look up at him. “I already told you that I’m done with the band.” 

“Yeah, we know, all right?” He flips his hair out of his face. “But, before you decide that forever we just… We wanted you to know that Luke isn’t as selfish as you think.” 

“Yeah, you’ve got him all wrong,” Julie scoffs, shaking her head at Reggie’s statement. 

“Remember those two songs you found?” Alex asks. “‘Unsaid Emily’, and ‘This Town’.” Julie nods once slowly. “Can we at least show you who one of those songs is about?” 

She looks towards Reggie then back at Alex.

Soon all three of them find themselves behind a tree by a small house. They watch Luke sit on one of the counters, hugging his knees to his chest. And two older people. “So, Emily is his mom?” Julie asks. 

“Yeah,” Alex confirms. “Yeah, Luke comes here a lot… He thinks we don’t know but… We’ve been following him.” They all watch Luke from afar, his red eyes as he follows the two adults walking around.

“All he does is hang out like this, and watch them,” Reggie informs. “They never really do anything though.” 

The pair sets down a cake. “They’re having cake, that’s something.” Julie crosses her arms, trying to make sense of the situation.

“It’s a… It’s a birthday cake.” Reggie looks over at her. “For Luke.” 

“I never knew Luke was hurting this much,” Julie admits.

“Yeah, it’s even worse because when he died he… Left on bad terms,” Alex pauses. “You know, his parents didn’t want their 17-year old in a rock band so… He just left.” He sighs. “He never got the chance to make it up to them.” 

Just at that moment a silver car pulls in. Julie ducking down to hide herself. “Well, that’s new,” Reggie tries to peek over at the car to see who’s inside.

“Wait!” A woman who looked about early forties hops out from the passenger seat. “S/N get out of the car, we’re gonna miss your father’s birthday.” 

“Wait a minute…” Alex stands up taller, getting a good look at the girl’s face. “It can’t be,” he whispers. 

“Sorry!” S/N replies, holding his hands up in defense. “Not my fault dad gave me such good genes, they need to be taken care of.” 

Y/N laughs, guiding him away from the car. “Spoken like a true Patterson.” 

“Y/N?” Reggie questions.

“Y/N?” Julie repeats quietly, confused. 

“The other song that you found--” 

“That’s the girl from the photo.” Julie’s eyes widened, remembering.

“Who’s this?” Julie asks, showing a polaroid picture to Luke. It was him and a girl. “You look so happy in it.” She scans both of their faces, huge smiles covering them.

He looks at it, almost becoming frozen. “That’s--” he rips the photo out of her hands. “--that’s nobody,” he lies, tucking the photo back into the song book, in between two pages one of them reading what Julie caught ‘This Town’.

“Sorry, we’re late,” Y/N says, walking into the house. 

Luke perks up. “Y/N?” he whispers. 

Y/N’s movements falter, as she holds a hand up to her ear. “Did one of you say my name?” she asks, everyone giving her a confused glance.

“No, honey,” Emily says. Her and Mitch going over to Y/N and S/N “How are you doing today? Where’s Bf/N?” Emily asks the last part quietly.

Y/N shrugs. “Work,” she chokes out. “And…” She shrugs. “This day is always hard. Especially for S/N even if he shows it in a weird way.” 

“It really is you,” Luke whispers, walking up to get as close as he could, without phasing through her. He noticed just how much she’s grown, but she was still so beautiful to him. 

“Who’s the guy?” Julie asks Alex, and Reggie.

Alex’s once questionable expression drops. “I think I know.” They both look at him. He gulps slightly. “That night, we were going to play, Y/N… She was going to tell Luke that she was um…” The look on his face was enough to finish his sentence.

“Luke’s a father?!” Reggie exclaims.

“Shhh!” Julie and Alex shush him quickly before Luke could possibly hear.

“I knew, because she told me,” Alex explains. “I helped her plan out this whole thing, I went to every doctor’s appointment with her, she was so scared.” He looks at the young boy. “I almost forgot.” He furrowed his eyebrows. 

“S/N Patterson, don’t you dare start eating that cake, yet,” Y/N warns. “We need to blow out the candles first.” 

Luke slowly walks over to a wall of pictures, his nonexistent breath getting caught in his throat. He turns back to look at the young man who looked exactly like him. Same floppy hair, same colored eyes, it was like looking in a mirror. A tear fell down his face as he stared at the picture in front of him. The picture he dreaded to see at this time. 

The picture showed Y/N and Luke on his birthday many years ago, he believed it was his fifteenth birthday, Y/N was already sixteen, but they wore matching birthday hats as the story behind the picture was so much more than them holding a guitar. The one that laid beside him was what he’d call his lucky acoustic 6-string, and it was a guitar she bought him. While she held her own. 

“Teach me your ways,” Y/N jokes as she watches Luke’s riff. “How are you so good?” 

He shrugs. “C’mon, I’ll show you ‘my ways’,” he mocks her voice, retrieving a giggle from her. “So, put your pointer finger there.” She does so. “Then your middle finger there, and then your ring finger here.” She begins to struggle. “Hold on.” He sets down his guitar, making sure it doesn’t fall. Gently taking her hand into his, he guides her fingers to place correctly on the strings. “There you go…” He smiles at her, both realizing how close they were to each other.

“You two, say ‘cheese’! Emily holds up the camera, both of them snapping out of their daze.

“Cheese!” 

A soft sound of a guitar fills his ears, as he recalls the lyrics he wrote not too long ago. “Waking up to kiss you and nobody's there, the smell of your perfume still stuck in the air… It's hard,” he begins to sing. It felt like time stopped moving for him, making sure to soak in every photo. “Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running 'round, it's funny how things never change in this old town… So far… From the stars.” Going slower when a small boy starts to appear. “And I want to tell you everything, the words I never got to say the first time around… And I remember everything, from when we were the children playing in this fairground… Wish I was there with you now…” Coming to an abrupt halt when he sees a birth certificate S/N Lucas Patterson. 

He turns around to watch the girl he loved, dance with a boy he had never met, but felt like he knew forever. Music softly playing in the background. 

“If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you, drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over the only truth… Everything comes back to you… Mmmmm.” He slowly walks back towards his family. It was clear Y/N and S/N found the light in the situation, Y/N telling stories from the past. 

“What about the story of how you two made me?” S/N suggests.

Y/N scoffs whacking S/N in the arm. “I swear--gets his mouth from his father.” This causes a chuckle from everyone. “Such a troublemaker,” she murmurs.

“So, when are you and BF/N getting married? I swear you two have been engaged forever,” Mitch says.

Y/N looks down at her engagement ring, biting her lip. “Um…” She slowly slides it off her finger. “Don’t know.” She sets it in her bag. 

“I wonder if you moved on with someone new, in the places that we kissed with his arms around you… It's so hard… So hard.” He kneels down next to where she is sitting, suddenly her smile slowly fading. “You still make me nervous when you walk in the room. Them butterflies—they come alive when I'm next to you… Over and over the only truth… Everything comes back to you.” 

Y/N sighs. “Are we going to light this candle or what?” She tries to joke to lighten the mood, but everyone can see something took over her. A sadness that clogged her light.

“You do the honors,” Emily says, handing her the lighter. 

Y/N forms her lips into a tight smile, taking it from her hands. It was obvious she was trying to hold back tears, gripping on S/N’s hand as she lit the simple orange candle that sits on top of the chocolate cake. Luke poofs to be in front of her. “And I know that it's wrong… That I can't move on, but there's something 'bout you.” He blows out the candle before anyone else does, everyone looks around, but Y/N, she looks straight up at him. His eyes widened a little when he met hers, she wasn’t staring through him, she was staring at him.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Emily asks.

“Mom?” S/N calls out.

Y/N shakes her head, with a soft smile. “I’m okay.” She looks at Luke once again, lighting the candle. “S/N, how about you make a wish for your father,” she suggests.

With one nod, they all lean over to blow the candle out. “'Cause if the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you…. Drive highways and byways to be there with you… Over and over the only truth…. Everything comes back to you.” 

“What did you wish for, for him?” Y/N asks.

“Well, if I say it, then it won’t come true,” S/N and Luke say at the same time. It was what he would say at every birthday when Y/N would ask. 

She lets out a breathless chuckle. “Spoken like a true Patterson.” 

“You still make me nervous when you walk in the room… Them butterflies—they come alive when I'm next to you… Over and over the only truth… Everything comes back to you… Mmmm… Everything comes back to you… Mmmm.”

And with that he poofs away, Y/N looking at the spot he once was at. “Are you sure you’re okay, mom?” S/N asks, worried.

She turns to meet his eyes, flashbacks coming back to her.

“Where are the boys? They should be back by now.” Y/N paces back and forth. “Have you heard from them, Bobby?” 

He shrugs, shaking his head. “No, I haven’t, I haven’t gotten a call from them.” 

“Something is wrong--”

“Now, Y/N we can’t make any assumptions, yet.” Bobby grabs ahold of her shoulders to steady her. “They’ll be fine.”

“But, they would never be this late, they’re performing so soon, they’re going to be letting people in any moment…” She leans forward, making sure he was listening. “It’s not like them,” she says, seriously. 

“Have you tried calling them?” Bobby asks. 

“No answer,” she replies, when suddenly Luke’s name pops up on her flip phone. “Luke! I have been worried sick, where are you? The show is about to--”

“Is this Y/N L/N?” a deep male voice asks.

Taken aback by this Y/N let’s out a cautious ‘yes’. 

“This is the Los Angeles hospital, and it seems as though you were on the emergency contact list for Luke Patterson.” Her heart beats loudly out of her chest. “I’m sorry to inform you of this but…”

The phone slips out of her hand, having it fall to the floor. “Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” Bobby runs over to her, concerned. “You gotta talk to me here.” 

“They’re gone,” she whispers. Tears fell down viciously from her eyes. “They’re gone,” she sobs. “I should’ve gone with them!” she pauses. “I should’ve stopped them, I should’ve done something!” 

“Y/N you’re not making any sense.” 

“They’re dead, Bobby!” she screams, everyone looking over at her in fear.

“Wh-what?” 

“I have to go, I have to go to the hospital, I have to call Emily, I have to--” she began to feel sick, believing this was one sort of twisted nightmare.

“But, what about the show?” Y/N sends Bobby a glare. 

“That’s what you care about?!” she shouts. “That’s all you care about right now?! Who gives fuck about that?” She waves it off. “This--means nothing to me without the others,” she spits through her teeth.

“Mom?” S/N calls out. 

“Well.” She stands up, tugging at her clothes. “We should get going now…” Wiping away the tears she didn’t know were there, she gathers her stuff. “We’ll talk soon, okay?” She hugs Emily tightly, switching with S/N to hug Mitch. “Hang in there for us.” 

“We should be telling that to you,” Emily whispers, looking at the girl with sad eyes. “You grew up too fast.” 

“Time seems to have a way of getting ahead of you.” 

“Marching on proud, turn it up loud,” Julie sings, as she presses the keys on the piano. “‘Cause now we know what we’re worth--”

Luke poofs into the chair that sits across from where Julie is. “Whoa Julie!” Luke stands up immediately.

She looks at him, with her head slightly tilted. “Get your guitar, we got work to do,” she orders.

Luke glances at the guys, speechless. He chuckles, moving to grab his guitar. He strides over to Julie. “What made you come back?” 

“I realized how important music is to all of us,” she explains. “And we’ve lost so much already… We can’t lose this too.” 

He nods a little. “Thanks,” he says, sincerely. “Alright boss, where we at?” He moves backwards

She breathes out a laugh. “Oh, and by the way… Happy birthday.” He raises an eyebrow towards the boys, looking back at her. She smiles. “Let’s go from the pre-chorus.” 

“One, two, three, four!” Alex counts in. 

Julie glances behind Luke, a light blue box sitting up on the piano. The best thing about having ghosts as friends is that they can follow people without the whole ‘I’m gonna call the cops’ problem. 

So, as the days went by, it was bad enough to go behind his back and give ‘Unsaid Emily' to his mom, but then to find out about the boys having to cross over, she knew it needed to be done. “Hello,” Y/N answers, opening the door. 

“Hi.” Julie waves. “Um… You wouldn’t happen to be Y/N L/N, would you?” 

She laughs. “Depends on who’s asking,” she jokes. “Yes, I’m Y/N.” She holds out her hand for Julie to shake. “And who might you be?” 

“Oh Julie!” She accepts the handshake, holding the light blue box she found in her free hand. 

“Nice to meet you Julie, and what brings you here?” Y/N smiles towards the young girl.

Julie moves the box to show Y/N. “I think this belongs to you.” 

Y/N stares down at it, before looking around. “You live in that old house, don’t you?” she asks. Julie doesn’t respond, resorting to a warm smile. “Um…” Y/N looks back into her house. “Come in.” 

“Who’s this?” A man in a business suit walks out into the living room. “Why is there a young girl in the house?” 

“This is Julie,” Y/N introduces.

“And Luke would like to know what Julie is doing here.” Julie jumps, alarming Y/N beside her. 

His eyes held anger. “Look, I was okay with you giving the song to my mom, but this…” His voice fades off, when he looks at the man.

“Oh, a crazy young girl in the house. That’s safe,” the man mumbles.

Y/N rolls her eyes. “This is my boyfriend, BF/N.” 

“Fiance,” BF/N corrects. “And I have to get to work.” 

Y/N jolts a little. “Oh, alright, well I’ll see you--And he’s gone.” She throws her hands up with a laugh. “A grumpy one that is,” she jokes. “So, about this box…” She takes it from Julie’s hands. “You found this in a backpack, didn’t you?” 

“You remember what’s in there?” Julie asks. 

“How’s that studio doing? Has it fallen apart, yet? It’s not being destroyed, is it?” Worry fills her.

“No!” Julie abruptly exclaims. “No, no, it’s just I got curious and started looking, and I’ve been giving people back some of the stuff I found of theirs.” 

“Oh,” Y/N whispers. “Julie and the Phantoms,” she suddenly says.

“What?” Julie, and Luke’s heart drops.

“I knew I recognized you--yeah, my son, he's a music teacher at an elementary school, uses your music as an example a lot,” she explains. “Look, I’m not going to go questioning you about it, but I know.” 

“You do?” Julie asks, confused.

Y/N doesn’t answer, opening up the box. “I was going to give him this present at The Orpheum.” 

Luke narrows his eyes, walking up to her, to look inside. 

“It was how I was going to tell him I was pregnant, guess plans didn’t go the way I wanted it to.” She shrugs. “But, I know he knows, and that’s all I can ever ask for. S/N, who’s my son, took upon himself to follow his father’s footsteps--not including the hotdogs, which we banned in our house.” She could feel the tears building in her eyes. “It was hard, suing a company, Bobby--Or should I say Trevor Wilson becoming famous off of Luke’s songs, and having to go through raising a child mostly alone takes a toll on you. But, here I am.” 

“I also found these.” Julie hands her a photo, and a sheet of paper. 

Y/N laughs loudly. “This picture! I remember this photo.” Luke smiles a little when she does, and the fact she remembers the memory. “Sunset Curve had just booked their first gig, and this photo was taken after the performance. I remember him that day like it was yesterday, you could’ve sworn he had like fifty energy drinks, but that was just Luke.” 

Julie lets out a small laugh. “How did you do it?”

Y/N looks up in alarm. Luke stays as quiet as possible, his eyes checking out every area of this house she now calls home. “Do what?” 

“Move on?” 

Y/N was shocked to hear those words come out of Julie’s mouth. “Move on?” She raises an eyebrow. “I never moved on. How could I? I still think about him every morning, day, and night, with every song I listen to, with every move I make, with every breath I take, all I can remember is the time I spent with him,” she pauses. “There’s no such thing as moving on when it comes to him, I can only just take him with me.” She picks up the piece of paper. “I knew it,” she whispers, reading over the words. 

“What is it?” Julie asks.

“'Cause if the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you… Over and over the only truth...Everything comes back to you,” Y/N sings, Luke looking at her with awe. He always loved her singing voice despite her negative thoughts over it, but that wasn’t the reason he was so taken aback. “You still make me nervous when you walk in the room. Them butterflies—they come alive when I'm next to you… Over and over the only truth… Everything comes back to you… Mmmm… Everything comes back to you… Mmmm.”

“She really did hear me,” he whispers. Julie looks at him, making Y/N turn to look beside her. “But, she can’t see me.” He frowns.

Y/N laughs. “I was the believer,” she admits. “In ghosts and all of that. The boys made fun of me, besides Alex, Alex and I would make conspiracies about it, while Luke and Reggie would try to scare us, Bobby was the only one who’d scream.” She sits down on the couch, Luke sitting down beside her, Julie sitting across from her on a chair. “I remember this one time! When Luke accidentally hit me with his guitar, and he felt so bad, he got me at least a dozen daisies, and other flowers. And my family and I--we had separate cookie jars, because we have different opinions, and of course Luke always had to be eating out of mine. I would get so angry with him, and I would chase him around. Then I would feel bad when he’d fall. So, I would feed him cookies because he claimed his hands hurt.” She rolls her eyes. 

Luke wipes away the tears that he couldn’t hold back. Sniffles, and small sobs escaping.

Y/N allows her own tears to fall. “I miss him.” 

“I miss you too.” His voice barely audible, but Y/N heard it loud and clear.

[deanandthephantoms]

The Gillespie paint fight ( Reader x Dad! Charlie)

A/N: A big thank you to the lovely @i-thought-i-knew-what-love-was for giving me the following prompt: "painting the house that ends in paint fight and giggles" Wordcount: 1299

It was a pretty normal day in the Gillespie household. Just like every day You had woken up next to Charlie. You were used to him waking up early and kissing you softly to gently wake you up too. Lately things had been a little.. less gentle.. Your daughter Madelyn was now a toddler and well.. let's just say she's a lot like her dad. One big ball of energy that recently learned to climb out of her own bed and find her way to mommy and daddy's bed. Which wouldn't be so bad if she crawled in between the two of you and just gently cuddled up to you, but much like her dad would do she climbs onto the bed, happily jumps around making sure You and Charlie are both awake before cuddling up in between you two and instantly babbling away about anything and everything.

You and Charlie had decided that this was the weekend in which you would start redecorating Madelyn's nursery into a "big girl room" or at least that's what Charlie was calling it whenever he explained to Madelyn what was gonna happen. Right now Madelyn was in your arms with her back pressed against you looking at her Dad discussing what she wanted for her room.

"So what color do you want on your walls Mads?" She just looked at him but had no answer ready. "Uh.. dooo you want Pink?" Madelyn nods excitedly "PIWK!" "Oh so you like pink? Good. What about.. blue? "YEH BUE!" a big loving smile forms on Charlie's face."oh so you like blue too? What abouut.. purple?" Madelyn kinda furrows her brows together "Puplel?" And Charlie laughs "Yes baby, purple. Gently touches her tangled themed pj's. See this is purple.." Madelyn shakes her head and says in her most determined voice "No. Punsel." Now you're the one to laugh. "Yes, you're right Madelyn! that's Rapunzel, you tell your dad!" Charlie shakes head still smiling big. "Fine. But trust your dad, Rapunzel is on your purple pj's Mads." You laugh again " While I appreciate you asking her what she wants, and her answers are incredibly cute.. Maybe we should just stick to the colors we already picked out babe." Charlie carefully moves a bit closer so he can kiss you without squishing Madelyn "yeah.. probably a very good idea. Good to have you back as the logical and smart one" he gives you a teasing wink and kisses you again. "Shall we get started then?"

You and Charlie both throw on some old clothes and while Charlie is making breakfast you get Madelyn ready for the day grabbing some already ruined clothes out of her closet. That was a good thing about living in a cabin and being married to Charlie. You soon learned Madelyn should have some cheaper functional clothes for all the adventures her dad takes her on cause she without a doubt would come back looking like she had played in a jungle for a week.. after breakfast you all find yourselves in Madelyns room and you're taking it all in one last time. "I’m gonna miss this.. we've spend so many nights in here, feeding her, taking care of her when she wasn't feeling well, calming her down after a bad dream, reading her to sleep, softly singing to her.." Charlie wraps his arms around you and kisses you "I know.. but this is still gonna be her room we still get to do all that.. it's just.." swallows as he's trying to hide this is emotional for him too "she's growing up.. this room should grow with her.." you smile at him and lovingly touch his face ", You're right.. She is growing up. We'll just keep adding more and more memories to this room every day." You both look down at the ground where Madelyn is playing with some of her toys and then with the biggest amount of love look back at each other. "You ready?" Charlie asks you. "Yeah. I'm ready.."

You and Charlie start painting the walls and at first everything goes pretty smoothly. Charlie put on some music, you're singing and dancing along while painting and Madelyn is playing with her toys not getting in the way of anything that you're doing. That is until Madelyn gets bored.. she's looking at you and Charlie and observing what you are doing. She sees Charlie diving into the paint bucket with a brush to get some more paint on there. and when you're both not looking stands up and wobbles towards the paint bucket dipping her tiny little hands in there and then wobbles over to Charlie. "DADDA?" She says while patting her hands all over his pants leaving little paint handprints all over his legs. "Yes bab.." he begins before looking down at her and noticing the handprints "eh.. Madelyn Mae Gillespie! What did you do?!" As you hear him using her full name you look over and can't help but laugh. "I don't know Charlie. It's a pretty good look.. I think you should thank her.." Charlie shoots you a look but then smirks. "You think this is a good look?" "Yeah like.. really really good!" You say as you give him a teasing wink. " Okay.. I'll remember that!" You were fully ready for him to attack you with paint but he didn’t. Instead he focused his attention back on Madelyn "did you want to paint too baby? Here.. I'll show you how it's done.." Charlie hands her a little brush and a tiny bit of paint and then takes her hand showing her to paint the walls. "Good joooob baby!" He tells her all excited when she does exactly as he showed her. And you smile at both of them before continuing to paint.

Things seemed to be back to running smoothly but before you could even finish that thought there suddenly was a paintbrush on your face. You gasp and turn to see Charlie looking at you with a wide grin. "I thought you said it was a VERY good look.. i had to see it for myself." Madelyn looks up at you and giggles at the sight of paint on your face making your heart instantly melt. "See, Madelyn thinks it looks good on you! I'm not convinced yet.." walks towards you with a brush again "No no no! Charlie. don't you dar.." but before you can even finish Charlie leaves another paint stroke on you. "Oh.. okay. So you want to play it this way? It's on Gillespie!" You take your brush and dip it in some paint before basically attacking Charlie with the paint making sure to aim for his face first too. Soon enough the brushes are on the floor and you and Charlie are just dipping your hands into the paint and smudging paint all over each other. Madelyn sat back down onto the floor and is just witnessing the whole thing while giggling, shrieking and excitedly clapping her hands. It goes on like that for a bit until Charlie grabs you by your waist and pushes you up against the just painted wall, then takes your hands and pins you down. Your eyes growing wide as he smirks at you."ttt..this isn't fair.." you manage to say. "All is fair in love and Paintwars baby." He leans in and kisses you. "I am now convinced though. Covered in paint is indeed a pretty good look. You were right.* He smiles at you before kissing you again. Then he lets you go and picks Madelyn up before putting his arm around you again. "Thank you for starting a paintfight princess.. daddy is proud of you." He says before pulling you a little closer to him and kissing Madelyns cheek.

[manyfandomocs]

Gossip Girl (2021) OC Masterlist

Name: Andrea Fitzpatrick

Fic: Adore Me (All That Glitters series)

Love Interest: Monet de Haan

FC: Camila Mendes

Name: Florencia Maidana

Fic: Gold Medal Hearts

Love Interest: Monet de Haan & Luna La

FC: Maia Reficco

Name: Gavin Cohen

Fic: I Got the Music (All That Glitters series)

Love Interest: Audrey Hope & Aki Menzies

FC: Charlie Gillespie

Name: Lorenzo Waters

Fic: Feelings Are Fatal

Love Interest: Max Wolfe

FC: Alvaro Rico

Name: Maeve Marsden

Fic: Love Is Embarrassing

Love Interest: Aki Menzies, Max Wolfe, endgame Aki Menzies & Audrey Hope & Max Wolfe

FC: Sarah Jeffery

Name: Matthew Porter

Fic: Rewrite The Stars (All That Glitters series)

Love Interest: Max Wolfe, Luna La

FC: Jordan Fisher

Name: Natalia Finch

Fic: Party Girls (Don't Get Hurt)

Love Interest: Obie Bergmann IV

FC: Alexa Demie

Name: Valerie Ritter

Fic: Fish Out Of Water

Love Interest: Julien Calloway

FC: Hunter Schafer

Name: Wesley Dawson

Fic: Something Entirely New

Love Interest: Zoya Lott

FC: Timothee Chalamet