#Charlie Gillespie fic

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Just Like You 

Luke Patterson X Reader

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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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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.)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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..

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𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒

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 𝑡ℎ𝑒 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 (𝑎𝑛𝑑 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

[ellyfc]

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

[lesbewriting]

not yours

[ Charlie Gillespie x GN!Reader ] [929 words]

SUMMARY: If only you had realised your feelings sooner, then maybe it could've been you instead.

WARNINGS: angst, uh crying, unrequited love, sad reader?

A-N: Do people still even read charlie gillespie fics??? Idk, but I think I only have one or two fics left to edit, lol

[masterlist]

You knew it was too late. You knew you should have tried sooner, but your inner thoughts and worries of whether or not Charlie would return the feelings you felt had kept you back. Why didn’t you confess? 

You felt like your heart had internally shattered in your chest, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down the sides of your cheeks, after he had stormed into your shared home saying how he had met the love of his life. Telling himself that his current lover would be the one. Someone you could only ever dream of being.

It only began to hurt even further when it was a few months later, and the brown-haired boy was now announcing his engagement to the lucky person he liked to call his partner. 

Maybe it was your own fault, allowing these feelings to bubble up inside you, refusing to acknowledge that they were even there until it was far too late. Because now as you stood out here, arms rested across the railing out the front of the venue, in a simple outfit with tear stained cheeks. You tried to suppress the sobs that threatened to exit your system. 

Millions of ‘What If’s’ flew through your mind, trying to imagine tons of other scenarios which didn’t end in breaking your own heart. Did you even want to enter the building? Watch as what you believed was your unrequited crush. Stand at the end of the aisle inside. Waiting, your heart aching, as you listen to hear Charlie confess his vows towards another. 

To watch another, walk down that aisle, one of the biggest smiles adorning their face as they were to be handed off and wedded to the boy soon after. 

Yet, you knew you were also his best friend, and he was kind of expecting you to be there on his special day. To be happy for him as he entered the next chapter of his life, with someone that was not you.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to run away from your problems and never look back. You wanted what he had with them, but with you instead. You wanted to know why, why couldn't it be you. 

They were everything you knew you couldn’t be. They were more attractive, at least you thought so. Of course, Charlie would choose them over you. You weren’t anything special at all. Why were you expecting everything to be alright or to go your way? It was your fault. You just had to fall in love with your best friend and roommate. 

“Y/n? Are you coming inside?” The sudden voice knocked you out from your thoughts, your hands quickly wiping at the stray tears left over from your crying fest. 

You plastered a smile across your face as you turned around to meet the worried look of Owen Joyner, another one of your best friends. One of the only other people who knew about your crush. “It’s starting soon…are you gonna be okay?” 

You nodded, faintly hiding a sniffle that had slipped out. You didn’t want him to worry about you. You didn’t want anyone to. You didn’t want these feelings. You wanted everything to return back to how it was before, back to when you hadn’t developed feelings or fallen quite quickly for Charlie Gillespie. 

You hated yourself for allowing yourself to become subject to what you felt was one of the worst heart breaks you’d ever experienced before. You supposed you had it coming. It was expected to be feeling like this. 

You thought that friends to lovers only ever worked out in the media, and even if your feelings were to be required. You knew there was a high chance that it would only make your friendship awkward when you inevitably broke up, eventually. 

“I'll ... .come in soon. Just go on ahead.” Voice cracking slightly, you watched as he allowed another shorter look of worry flash across his features. 

He turned around then, taking a step and heading into the wedding venue himself, following after the other guests. You allowed a small sigh to slip out and turned back around to look out over the scenery before you. 

You needed to mentally prepare yourself if you were to step inside that building and watch the wedding play out. Slowly, you took a deep breath and walked closer to the entrance. 

Yet, as you were about to enter through the door to join the other guests. You stopped, hand carefully shaking when the tears suddenly began to form again. You can’t do this, you can’t go in, sit there with the other guests attending and pretend like everything is ok. 

Pretend like everything is completely fine when it’s really not. You can’t bring yourself to watch as your best friend and crush gets married to another person, when all you can think of is how you want that to be you. How you want to be the one that is walking down that aisle and that you wished you had told him sooner. 

I’m so sorry, Charlie. How am i meant to be happy for you, when all i want is to be in their position was the last thing you remember thinking, as you quickly spun on your heel and rushed  down the stairs that lead to the venue, and back towards your parked car. 

Unaware of the certain pair of eyes that had spotted you leaving the scene with tear-filled eyes after having come to investigate. A confused, yet concerned expression appearing over his features.

[heartpascal]

my brain just decided to associate your father figure joel fics with songs from my playlist so i have done that hehe 🤭😉

I'LL BE BRAVE

• beautiful boy (darling boy) - john lennon

"the monster's gone,

he's on the run and your daddy's here."

I AM GOOD

• me and the devil - soap&skin

"me and the devil walkin' side by side."

THE CROOKED KIND

• ill keep you safe - sleeping at last

"don't be, no don't be afraid,

god knows, our mistakes will be made,

but i promise you i'll keep you safe."

THE TUNNEL

• look after you - the fray

"it's always half and never whole,

you've begun to feel like home."

TO AN EMPTY HOUSE

• family line - conan gray

"all of my pain and all your excuses,

i was a kid but i wasn't clueless,

(someone who loves you wouldn't do this)."

SOMETHING IS ROTTEN

• the exit - conan gray

"feels like we had matching wounds,

but mine's still black and bruised,

and yours is perfectly fine now."

SO FAR FROM IT

• the archer - taylor swift

"they see right through me,

i see right through me, i see right through me,

all the king's horses and all the king's men,

couldn't put me together again."

ALL OF MY FAITH

• light - sleeping at last

"i'll give you everything i have,

i'll teach you everything i know,

i promise i'll do better."

IF THE DOOR WASN'T SHUT

• someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic

"you were alone, left out in the cold,

clinging to the ruin of your broken home,

too lost and hurting to carry your load,

we all need someone to hold."

I WOULD LET YOU IN

• you're on your own kid - taylor swift

"from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes,

i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this."

• unsaid emily - charlie gillespie (joel's pov)

"if you could only know,

i never let you go,

and the words i most regret,

are the ones i never meant to leave."

might have gone kinda overboard with this one oops.

HOWL.

i have never felt more emotional in my LIFE. this is the sweetest thing ever HELLO????

[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!

[fandomgirlz01]

So a little while ago Nat and I {Faith} decided we would like to have Beta readers for our works. We then thought maybe some of you would enjoy being that for us while helping you guys be a little more interactive with us. That being said, we made an application for you guys to fill out for a chance to be a reader, so if you are interested the link will be down below.

We will be closing the application process down October 20th, 2024 and we will be going though them October 21st, 2024. If you enter we will contact you a few days later to let you know if you've been chosen or not.

We are so excited to have some of you join the team! Happy applying!

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[astorytotellyourfriends]

2022 fic roundup

(last year's post)

completed

1.04  everybody's chasing something (cheyenne jackson/owen patrick joyner, charlie gillespie/owen patrick joyner, rated e, 4.5k)

It would've been nice if things had gone according to plan, but Owen isn't really complaining about how things turned out.

1.11 for all you give, i'll give it back to you (alex/reggie, rated t, 6.6k)

Alex figured that prom was just going to be another high school milestone he'd miss out on, but Reggie wasn't going to take no for an answer.

2.01 intertwined (bobby/luke, rated m, 3.1k)

Dating your best friend is the dream, right?

2.02 loving you with no conditions (cheyenne jackson/owen patrick joyner, charlie gillespie/booboo stewart, rated e, 7.5k)

Owen finally gets what he wants, but has he created an even bigger mess of things?

3.15 undrunk (bobby/luke, rated m, 6.2k)

I wish I could unkiss the room full of strangers / So I could unspite you, unlose my temper / But some things you can't undo / And one of them's you

3.25 let's make this last forever (luke/reggie, rated t, 16.5k)

Five times Luke forgot his and Reggie’s first date, and the one time he remembered. Or, a 50 First Dates AU.

6.03 you left a mark (alex/willie, rated t, 5.5k)

Alex doesn't believe in soulmates and he's terrified of losing his boyfriend Willie once he turns 21 and his soul mark appears. But when Willie's doesn't show up on his 21st birthday, Alex still isn't convinced that they'll be soulmates when he turns 21.

6.15 coping (alex/willie, luke/reggie, rated t,  82.3k)

When the boys disappear from the Orpheum stage, they don’t reappear in the garage. They think they’re crossing over, but then they wake up in the hospital back in 1995, alive.

6.20 we could be so good (carrie/luke, rated t, 4.3k)

Girl meets boy. What's the worst that could happen?

7.21 underneath (some calm exterior) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 18.7k)

Chrissy’s been having dreams that are making it nearly impossible to get a good night’s sleep. She might be getting desperate in more ways than one.

7.31 met you at the right time (this is what it feels like) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 13.3k)

The end of spring break means going back to the real world, but Eddie's gonna try and keep Chrissy all to himself for a little while longer.

8.09 both alike in dignity (chrissy/eddie, rated m, 24.3k)

The entire classroom erupts in groans and muttered curses as soon as the words leave the teacher's mouth: assigned pairs.

8.12 grwm: chrissy goes goth (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 4.7k)

Chrissy knows Eddie likes seeing her in his clothes, but she didn't think he'd like her makeover this much.

8.20 wish i were (eddie/steve, rated m, 25.4k)

They were alive, they'd made it. Eddie wouldn't have called them friends before that, not really, but the way Steve clung to him that night made Eddie rethink a lot of things he thought he knew about Steve Harrington.

8.24 that look in your eyes (you know i believe it) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 11.7k)

Chrissy's dreams have always been vivid, good and bad, but her latest one is like nothing she's ever had before.

9.05 i can't always just forget her (but she could try) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 21.8k)

Fate has a funny way of working things out.

9.15 braiding my boyfriend's hair (boyfriend reveal!) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 4.2k)

"This is such a mistake," she says, not entirely sure whether she's making a joke or not.

9.16 you could have my heart (and i would break it for you) (bobby/luke, rated m, 5.3k)

In this dream, he could kiss Luke whenever he wanted. He would let Luke push him up against the wall wherever they were and make out like they did when they were just a couple of horny teenagers who didn't know any better. Bobby could let himself be loved by Luke. He could love Luke back wholeheartedly, unapologetically. But it's just a dream.

9.29 between comfort and chaos (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 16.1k)

As well as she thinks her first day teaching went, when Chrissy goes home to her studio apartment she finds herself wondering less about what her students thought of her and more about who the hell this Mr. Munson is that all the kids couldn't stop talking about.

10.16 just try your best (not to get hurt) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 26.4k)

The problem with working with profilers is that nothing stays a secret for long. Not that Chrissy is keeping a secret in the first place, because she’s not. There’s nothing going on between her and Eddie Munson, no matter what anyone in the BAU says. They’re coworkers and friends. That’s it. Sure, they might flirt a little, but it’s all in good fun. or … a HellCheer Criminal Minds AU.

10.23 straight for the castle (chrissy/eddie, rated m, 2.1k)

Chrissy has a surprise for Eddie.

10.24 pull my (heart) strings (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 4.9k)

Chrissy decides to learn how to play the guitar, but doesn't realize she's signing up for lessons with Eddie until she arrives at his apartment.

10.25 heaven's here (it's right where you're standing) (chrissy/eddie, rated g, 1.1k)

i don't need anything fancy / i just need me and you slow dancing

10.28 dancing after death (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 2.7k)

Despite everything that happened over Spring Break, when Eddie's phone rings late one night he doesn't expect it to be Chrissy on the other end of the line.

10.29 dream a little dream of me (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 3.8k)

The whole soulmates thing has always sounded a little fishy to Eddie, but that all changes when he meets Chrissy.

10.31 for reasons wretched & divine (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 46.9k)

A collection of one shots set in the Between Comfort & Chaos universe for Kinktober.

11.03 a glimpse of us (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 3.7k)

Nobody knows what's going on between Eddie and Chrissy. It's supposed to be a secret and they both want it to stay that way, right?

11.06 throw me in the deep end (i'm ready now to swim) (chrissy/eddie), rated e, 4.5k)

"There's something you need to know," Chrissy says.

11.06 when i least expect it (chrissy/eddie, rated t, 2.9k)

Chrissy didn't really know what to expect when Max Mayfield marched up to her on Friday afternoon and invited her to sleep over the following night; she'd been so surprised that she stuttered out an okay before the offer had even really sunk in.

11.12 you set the bar above the moon (chrissy/eddie, rated g, 2.7k)

Now that the future doesn't feel so far / It doesn't seem as wrong to want what's ours / And after everything that's happened / I wanna put it in the past tense

11.16 breaking every rule (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 3.6k)

Eddie's trying very, very hard not to make a move on his student but Chrissy is not making it easy whatsoever.

11.23 the only thing i want (when one drop hits my mouth) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 12.1k)

Over the years of their relationship, Eddie Munson has come to learn that Chrissy Cunningham has four, very distinct types of drunk. or, four times chrissy got drunk + one time eddie did.

11.26 stolen moments (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 4.7k)

There's only a few more weeks until graduation but neither Chrissy nor Eddie are particularly fond of waiting.

11.27 stick & poke (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 2.1k)

Chrissy wants a tattoo.

12.06 when will my life begin (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 20.3k)

Eddie's heart races with the excitement of the unknown; what could possibly be lurking behind these close knit trees? What secrets are just waiting to be uncovered? Maybe there's a whole world inside this forest that no outsider has seen in a hundred years or more.

12.12 head over heels in the moment (chrissy/eddie, rated g, 1.4k)

Mainstream media totally lied; a guy with a guitar in his hands isn't automatically some heartthrob that makes girls weak in their knees.

12.15 gimme what i want (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 6.4k)

Chrissy's done with finals, but there's still a few more days until graduation.

12.24 a man under cover (but you tore him apart) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 3.8k)

It's Christmas at the BAU.

wips

10.30 i roll 'til i change my luck (eddie/steve, rated m, 25.9k)

It's not like Steve had plans for spring break - since he graduated it's not even spring break for him technically - but if he had, they definitely wouldn't have included getting roped into playing D&D at all, let alone with Eddie Munson.

12.09 i think you have a type (and it's not me) (chrissy/eddie, rated m, 9.4k)

Eddie tries to help Steve woo Chrissy, even though he's been in love with her since they were kids. or ... a HellCheer Cyrano de Bergerac AU.

12.18 hold me like you'll never let me go (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 7k)

Having the middle seat on a long flight is never easy, but having a handsome stranger next to you certainly makes it better.

12.20 if we don't leave this town (we might never make it out) (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 35.2k)

Chrissy finally finds the strength to leave a terrible situation, only for her getaway car to break down just over the Illinois border. Now she's stranded, as well as broke, and has to rely on the kindness of strangers. The mysterious mechanic who takes pity on her may look mean and scary with his wild hair, calloused hands, and grease stains, but Chrissy quickly discovers that underneath all of that, he may as well be a teddy bear.

12.22 love is just a currency (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 54.1k)

When she graduated high school, Chrissy Cunningham thought she knew how her life was going to turn out: college, marriage, the whole nine yards. But now it's five years later and nothing in her life went according to plan. Least of all running into Eddie Munson in a way she definitely never saw coming. or ... a HellCheer OnlyFans AU.

12.25 if the fates allow (chrissy/eddie, nancy/steve, rated e, 6.7k)

The best way to spend Christmas is 3000 miles away from home, right?

12.27 lost boys like me are free (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 5.5k)

Chrissy stows away on a pirate ship to reclaim the family heirlooms that Captain Eddie Munson stole from her, but she soon discovers that maybe going back home isn't what she wants at all.

12.29 gentlemen don't ask questions (chrissy/eddie, rated e, 6k)

The first time Eddie runs into Chrissy at a metal show, he thinks he must be seeing things.

total fics: 46

total number of words: 597,692 (posted on AO3, not counting the 23,429 words in this prompt fic)

another year where i'm just downright baffled by the number of words i've written. there's over 100k not reflected in my ao3 numbers (between prompts, plotting, and things that have yet to be posted) and i just genuinely don't know how i manage to write so goddamn much. i've had so much fun writing this year and i think this is the first time ever since i started posting on ao3 (NINE YEARS AGO WTF) that i'm going into the new year with wips!!! wild! here's hoping i can finish them … soonish so i can start a bunch of new ones right after 😏🥳

[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.

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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

[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 !!

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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.

***

if you or someone you know has struggled with mental health, check out this carrd for resources and/or hotlines to get help. dont be afraid to ask for help and know that it’s okay not to be ok <3

[adorethedistance]

Down For the Count - Charlie Gillespie x Injured!Reader

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Requested: via these Injury/Hiking asks.

Warnings: Swearing I think, injury, falling/accident, hospital

Words: 2004

Summary: 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.

A/n: A filled request? On my page??? It’s more likely than we thought! This one has been a long time coming (sorry act that). I have an exam coming up so I don't know how much I’ll write until then, but after I might have a shit ton of free time so I might be able to continue filling requests.

“What happened?” I hear Charlie practically screech upon seeing me sitting on the dull blue colored vinyl of the hospital examination table. He’s still dressed in his muscle tee, athletic shorts, and he’s got his hiking bag on his back, which lets me know he didn’t take it off as he sped over to the hospital.  

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” My emotionless assertion makes Savannah laugh. “I fell down a few stairs wrong and messed up my ankle pretty bad.” And luckily my phone was in my back pocket pre-fall. Knowing Charlie went with Chevel for a morning hike in nature with no service, Sav was the only other person close enough to my space of living to come scoop me up. I sat on the stairs for the solid 15 minutes it took her to drive over here, just waiting. The way I fell and the pain that came with it was unmistakably reason enough to not even try and stand. And I was right to do so because, after a standard hospital visit, I’d been informed that I had torn a ligament. Go me!

“Well, are you okay now? Is it broken? Are you okay to go home?”

“Charlie, I’m fine. It’s a mild tear, I just need to stay off it for a little while.” I gesture him closer mid-sentence so I can pull a leaf out of his long hair. He catches my hand in his as I release the lock of his hair.

“How long is a little while?”

“Six weeks most likely.”

“Six weeks?!”

“I’ll be fine, Charlie.”

“As much as I love you, I do have to leave so-” Savannah interjects Charlie’s moment of panic, whilst collecting all three items she had brought to the ER with me. “Charlie? Please keep an eye on her. Don’t let her try and tough it out like we know she will.”

“I’m fine, Sav.”

“You’re on crutches, Y/n.” She mimics my tone and inflection before double-checking with Charlie in a single look, and promptly exiting the hospital. I look at my hiking trail dust-covered boyfriend in annoyance but his face doesn’t waver from its determinedly firm expression.

“Do you need help off the table?”

“No, but I’ll probably need help getting into the car.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

__________________________

“Okay, you’ve got the remote, pillows, blankets, pain killers, water, a juice box, a healthy snack, an unhealthy snack, and a charger. That should be good, right?”

“It’s good. I’m sure it’s more than enough, Charlie. Thank you.” Charlie looks at me with a proud smile, knowing he’s doing his best to help me out. My confirmation is the last thing he needs before telling me that he has a Live to do, for the millionth time. It takes some reassuring that I’ll be okay if he resides in the room next to me, and eventually he leaves me alone.

I puff out a short breath as a symptom of convincing Charlie first and foremost, but second, the eventful day I’ve had all before 11 AM. Sitting in a static silence for a bit piques my curiosity as to what Charlie is doing, but it doesn’t last long and I reach for the tv remote. No time like the present to watch the newest show everybody’s raving about. Does anyone even care about Bridgerton anymore? Do I really wanna watch a series about homicide and Mormons? I figure it can’t hurt to watch something made by John Mulaney. Even if I’ve already seen it six times…

When I open the program, I’m met with the Netflix logo which is far too quiet for me to hear anything. As I’m about to turn up the volume, I hear Charlie’s voice carry over from the next room.

“Y/n’s injured so I’m taking care of her for a little bit.”

“Wait, what happened?” That sounds like Owen’s voice.

“She fell and messed up her ankle real bad.”

Real bad. Yeah, that’s one way of putting it.

Returning my attention to the undetermined John Mulaney special, I hesitate for a minute before eventually choosing Kid Gorgeous and letting it play from the beginning. Although the special is still as entertaining as the first time I watched it, I find myself fighting sleep. Thankfully, I frontloaded my week with most of my responsibilities, so I can afford to take the day to myself. It is more of a need than a want, but still. I ultimately give in to my desire and let myself rest after the eventful morning. Sleep quickly consumes me in the best way possible where I’m not in so deep that I’ll wake up miserable, but still fully unconscious and resting.

When my eyes flutter open, I’m confused as to why I’ve woken up until I feel it. I drank all of my full water bottle and a juice box and I have to pee.

Fuck. What time is it? I haven’t been asleep that long, but it’s been long enough that the special is over and Netflix is hounding me to watch something else. Where is my boyfriend?

“Charlie?” I sleepily call into the abyss. It’s less than a second later that Charlie appears in the doorway, breathless from having sprinted from what sounded like the kitchen.

“Are you okay? I thought you were sleeping. How long have you been calling for me?”

“Shhh,” I attempt to simmer his worry, “I’m fine. Can you just help me get to the bathroom?” I set my good foot on the ground and attempt to stand, but my body, still not fully awake, nearly gives out on me whilst my vision is overtaken by a cloudy headrush. Charlie is by my side in an instant, catching me by pulling my torso into his more stable one.

“Hey, wait, you should just sit for a sec and give yourself some time to wake up-”

“Charlie, I have to pee so bad.”

“Okay, okay.” Despite verbally agreeing, Charlie doesn’t allow me to move any further. I look at him in confusion to see he’s eyeing the crutches on the floor by the arm of the couch. “Yeah, you’re not stable enough yet,” he says to himself, but our close proximity allows me to hear him anyway. Before I can process what’s happening, Charlie sweeps me up bridal style and begins carrying me to the bathroom.

“Your workout’s been paying off,” I mumble into the fabric of his t-shirt. The fool laughs lightly, his cool breath dusting the top of my head and his chest vibrating against me. It’s so comforting to be in his arms that I nearly fall back asleep on the way to the bathroom. Charlie notices and presses a kiss to my forehead to keep me awake.

“Hey. You gotta pee first and then you can go back to sleep.” I groan as a reply, causing him to laugh again. “Will you be okay moving around the space or do you need my help?”

“The bathroom is not that big, Charlie.”

“Okay, okay.”

My bathroom visit goes seamlessly, and the warm water of the tap wakes me up enough to talk to my hyper-cautious lover through the door of the bathroom.

“How was your Live?”

“It’s been good so far.” At his response I freeze for a moment, looking at my own reflection as if I’m face to face with Charlie.

“So far?”

“Yeah, Owen’s babysitting the Live right now.”

“You didn’t tell you were still on. I would’ve managed on my own.”

“I’m not gonna let my seriously injured girlfriend struggle her way through my house!” He cries, sounding legitimately offended, but knowing Charlie, he’s not being 100% sincere. I unlock the door and swing it open to find him pouting. He doesn’t speak again until after he scoops me back up into his grasp. “Do you want to go back to the couch or come sit with me or…?”

“Will you sit on the couch with me?” I feel him nod above me and feel my eyes begin to droop as they had on the way to the bathroom. Should I let myself sleep more? I want to be able to sleep tonight, but I’m still so exhausted that I’m convincing myself everything will turn out fine.

“Okay, let me go grab Owen and I’ll come sit on the couch with you.” A hazy smile rests on my tired features as Charlie sets me down on the sleep-inducing cushions of his couch. I can hear he’s already back after a quick second when Owen’s voice sounds through the speakers of his phone. To my surprise, he doesn’t sit down right away, and when I crack my eye open to investigate why, I’m met with Charlie staring down at me in awe. I don’t even need to ask what he’s thinking and the sheepish boy wordlessly takes his place on the couch next to me. He’s leaning back against the pillows he set up and beckons me to lay my head against his shoulder. Mindful of my pain, he helps me prop up my injured leg for elevation.

“Hey, Y/n!” I hear the familiar voice that I don’t have to open my heavy eyes to identify.

“Hi, Owen.”

“How you doin’?”

“I’m-”

“Hey, that’s my thing!” Charlie cuts me off to whine at his best friend.

“What?”

“Only I can ask Y/n ‘how you doin’?’” He says in the iconic Joey Tribbiani fashion. I exhale as much of a laugh as I can muster before resuming the conversation Charlie childishly interrupted.

“I’m doing alright. It’s only day one and life already sucks, but nothing is broken, so, could be better and could be worse.”

“I feel so bad for you.”

“Aww well, at least I have Charlie here to take care of me.”

“I feel so bad for you,” Owen pointedly parrots, earning a harsh glare from Charlie.

“You know what? If I had it my way, you wouldn’t be in this Live.”

“Don’t be mean!” I scold my nuisance of a boyfriend, gently tapping the back of my hand against his chest. Charlie grabs the offending hand and interlaces our fingers, bringing it up to place a sweet kiss on my knuckles.

“Siiiiiiiiimmpp!”

“You’re just jealous you’re all alone in Oklahoma.”

“Uhhh, correction: I have Eaton here for the week, so ha!” I roll my eyes at the childishness that is Owen and Charlie, but laugh all the same. It’s never-ending with these boys, and the chaos, though exhausting, is humorous more often than not. I’m happy to be with the boys again, but the harder it gets for me to keep my eyes open, the more I realize I wasn’t fully ready to be awake yet. As Charlie’s shoulder becomes the most comfortable spot in the world, I look at the two of us in his window on the Live to see he’s looking right back at me on the screen. He ignores the fact that I’ve caught him and absentmindedly lays his head on mine. The position only lasts for a brief second before he’s back to his animated self when Owen asks him a question.

My eyes fall heavier and heavier with each blink before they refuse to open. In and out, my breathing slows to an even draw and I can feel my weight slowly relax onto Charlie’s shoulder. It doesn’t seem to affect him at all as he sits off the back of the couch.

“Is she asleep?”

“I don’t know, let’s ask. Y/n, are you asleep?”

“Charlie, you’re such an idiot, leave her alone.”

I feel the infinitesimal pressure of his breath against the top of my head when he leans down to press a loving kiss to where my hair has parted on his shoulder. He then traces the knuckle of his index finger down the side of my exposed cheek before resuming his conversation with Owen about weird fan mail they’ve gotten. How I love this idiot.

***

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