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adorethedistance · 1 year

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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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g1rld1ary · 9 days

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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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mythiccult · 1 year

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I FELL FOR YOU AND IM STILL FALLING ― eu amo de coração fazer capas com cores em tom de verde, essa por exemplo foi a que mais me deu gosto de ver finalizada. amei essa estética e com certeza vou voltar a fazer capas nesse estilo.

#design #wonderful designs #design simples #capa #capa divertida #capa de fanfic #capa para fanfic #capa romantica #capa clean #sadie sink #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #spirit fanfics #fanfic #graphic design #social spirit #capa para spirit #capa spirit #capa para social spirit

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 2 years

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The One- Luke Patterson

GIF: @gillespiecharlie

A/n: So I came up with this idea with the song 'He could be the one' by Hannah Montana and I know, but listen. You're saying some of the lyrics to Julie and your describing Luke, but you don't know that the boys are listening to the conversation. Feel free to listen to the song.

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was in Julie's room waiting for her to come back into her room since she went to grab something. While I was waiting for Julie I couldn't help, but think of Luke. I can't really say much about when I first started liking him. Before my brain went any further I saw Julie walking in, which made me smile.

" Finally!" I said

She just let out a laugh and made her way to sit next to me. Once she got comfy she asked...

" So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

I looked down trying not to blush, but she saw a hint of red coming onto my cheeks.

" Ooh! Are we gonna talk about your crush on a certain ghost boy?" She teased

That just got me to cover my face. " Stop making it weird!" I whined in an embarrassment

" Y/n/n! I'm sorry. But I really want to know!" She said

I let out a sigh, before nodding. Once I was calm enough I started describing Luke in song form.

' Smooth talkin', so rockin',

He's got everything that a girl wantin',

Guitar cutie, he plays it groovy,

And I can't keep myself from doin' somethin' stupid,

Think I'm really fallin' for his smile,

Get butterflies when he says my name,'

I stop talking just to see Julie's reaction. She had such a huge smile on her face and told me...

" I want to hear more, keep going."

I let out a small giggle before saying more.

' He's got somethin' special,

He's got somethin' special,

And when he's lookin' at me,

I wanna get all sentimental,

He's got somethin' special,

I can hardly breath, something's tellin' me,

Tellin' me maybe he could be the one.'

Julie smiled and nodded...

" He definitely could be the one. Don't lose hope Y/n/n!"

I smiled and hugged her before continuing...

Luke's POV

The boys and I wanted to go hang out with the girls, but when we get to Julie's door we heard them talking about someone. I looked at the boys behind me if they are hearing this. They both nodded, and we all then just decided to listen to them gossip.

'He's lightin', sparks are flyin',

Everywhere I go he's always on my mind and,

I'm goin' crazy about him lately,

And I can't help myself from how my heart is racin',

Think I'm really diggin' on his vibe,

He really blows me away, hey!'

I was standing there shocked at what I'm hearing coming out of Y/n's mouth.

" Luke?" Alex whispered to me

I looked up to see him giving me a concerned look, which I just shrugged off.

" Dude! What's wrong?" Reggie whispered

I just shrugged him off too. I don't know why listening to her say this about me was getting to me so bad. It's not like I'm jealous cause I don't have any memory of liking her. Maybe I do if I feel jealous, but that's impossible, I'm a ghost it would never work. I was about to leave until I heard her talk again.

' And he's got a way of makin' me feel,

Like everything I do is perfectly fine,

The stars are aligned when I'm with him,

And I'm so into him.'

I looked down knowing that I could never give her what she wanted. Before Alex or Reggie coils say anything I left with a flash.

Your POV Right when I finished Julie was a giggling mess.

" You make it seem like you're really in love with Luke." she paused and then let out a gasp..

" Omg, you are so in love with him."

I looked down and blushed. " Yea, but it's not like we can ever be together."

I felt her wrap her arms around me. She started rubbing my back...

" Y/n/n! It's going to be okay. I know it doesn't seem like it will, but I have hope." She told me

I smiled at her and hugged her back until we decided to just sit around her room watching movies instead of facing the boys tonight.

Luke's POV

After I left the boys I made my way to the studio just so I could think this through.

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I was just messing around on my guitar when I heard the guys pop in. I looked up, but then back down at my guitar.

" Luke, how are you doin' man?" Alex asked in a gentle tone

I let out a groan. " Man, I don't know. I feel all kinds of emotions, but it's mostly just sad."

They both looked down. " Why are you feeling sad the most, Luke?" Reggie questioned

I shook my head...

" You want to know, it's because I have a crush on her, but it will never work because I;m not alive!"

They seemed surprised about my outburst, but I had to say it. I heard someone walk over to me. I could tell it was Alex onces I saw his shoes in front of me.

" Luke, I don't really know what you're going through since I've never been in this exact situation. But I'm always here for you man." He said

I looked up and gave him a sad smile. I then pulled him in for a much needed hug and I felt his arms go around me while I felt another set of arms go around me.

" Thanks guys." I quietly said

" Always Luke." Reggie said, while Alex just tightened his arms around me

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I really hope this is good, I really didn't know how to end it so feel free to ask me anything about it.

More coming soon and requests I promise. Thanks for all your lovely support and love, I am so grateful for all of you.

-Samantha

#luke patterson #Luke Patterson imagine #Luke Patterson x y/n #Luke Patterson x reader #Luke Patterson x you #Luke Patterson fluff #fluff #luke patterson x #Luke Patterson fanfic #Luke Patterson fic #mine #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #Charlie Gillespie

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luvingluuuke · 1 year

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Hello beautiful friends! I have officially uploaded a new chapter to my Wattpad fanfic “Now or Never”! Please feel free to check it out<3

https://www.wattpad.com/971532918-now-or-never-never-have-i-ever

#luke hemmings #imagines #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #one direction #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #owen patrick joyner #wattpad #fanfic #fanfiction

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stan-fixations · 2 years

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How did Luke take off his shirt and put on another one so easily but he couldn't open Julie's fridge without nearly killing himself (again)?

I'm thinking it might be because his clothes belonged to him so there was a tether between them and he was able to hold them (kinda like with the way he can make his guitar appear).

But the shirt is in the physical world with the rest of the stuff in the garage and they were just stuff. Music is special to Luke so it makes sense that he could hold a guitar. Also if Luke's shirt was in the physical world then julie could hold it. But if it works the same as the guitar then does that mean julie could hold Luke's guitar?? Why didn't we get a scene of Luke teaching julie guitar while writing a song together?!?

Excuse me I'm gonna go create a new headscenario ;)

Im reggie in the back hehe

#julie molina #luke patterson #sunset curve tell your friends #sunset curve #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #alex mercer #reggie peters #luke alex reggie #charlie gillespie #owen patrick joyner #jeremy shada #madison reyes #stand tall #juke

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ellyfc · 4 months

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

#noany #fanfics #fics #wattpad #any gabrielly #aesthetic #noah urrea #fanfic writing #cha eunwoo #chasestocks #madison bailey #madelyn cline #charlie gillespie

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youngfcs · 1 year

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Oii! Tudo bem? Teria ideias de atores não problemáticos que possam interpretar o Xavier de Wandinha? Queria alterar o ator na fanfic que estou planejando

Olá, anon! Tudo sim e você?

Esse aí já ultrapassou o "problemático", ele é um criminoso mesmo, se for comprovado verdade (o que eu acho muito provável porque tem muitas provas contra ele e estou do lado das vítimas). Vamos esperar que a justiça seja feita!

Charlie Gillespie (17-24)

Charlie Heaton (18-28) [apesar dele ser mais velho, ele me passa muito essa vibe melancólica]

Felix Mallard (16-24)

Lorenzo Zurzolo (16-22)

Louis Partridge (14-19)

Timothée Chalamet (17-25)

(cib)

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deanandthephantoms · 3 years

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The Gillespie paint fight ( Reader x Dad! Charlie)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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issaxcharlie · 3 years

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You are mine

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N have many problems and commitments in their lives and instead of solving them they decide to blame the other. Eventually, the fights end their relationship. Luke travels with Sunset Curve during the summer and when he returns he has a pretty clear idea in his head. He wants his girl back.

But it's not as easy as it sounds when the competition had 3 months to score points with the cheerleader in his absence.

Three months. Luke has gone three months without seeing Y/N. They have been inseparable since they met when they were 12 years old, never spending more than days without seeing each other. But the moment they broke up Luke knew he had to get out of the freaking town because if he couldn't distance himself he was going to end up the very next day at his ex-girlfriend's house begging her to accept him back. And the truth is that both needed to breathe and rethink what each one is looking for in their future.

Because although he’s head over heels in love with her, the truth is that both were in a moment of their lives in which they couldn’t and specially wanted to adapt to what the other needed. They had a lot of different responsabilities and things to do, it was just hard sometimes to add more to the list.

Which meant that she missed several of his concerts, that he was late for her birthday party, that there was no time for dates, that they didn’t feel supported. Many arguments trying to fix things that never came to anything because neither of them really wanted to commit. None willing to give in.

And then the painful but friendly breakup in early summer happened.

Bobby has a truck and the boys decided that doing a roadtrip during the summer performing wherever they could to earn enough to keep traveling was a brilliant idea to distract him and make the band known, and he agreed without looking back.

Things turned out much better than any of the four expected and they even had the luxury of traveling one more week, so they have a week of homework to catch up on. Will his relationship have ended on good enough terms to ask Y/N? Homework is not that big of a deal for him but it usually takes him a little longer to miss more than 15 assignments.

As soon as Luke opens the front door, his eyes fall straight on her. She is on her back trying to hang up some posters, but he would recognize that body wherever, from whatever angle.

His eyes immediately scan her wrist, which doesn't have any of the couple matching black-and-white bracelets they both used to wear all the time.

The first of many reminders Luke would get that day about his breakup with the cheerleader.

Y/N stands on her tiptoes trying to reach the height required for the poster, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't reach it. She’s just going to give up and ask for help when she feels some strong and determined hands lift her without any sign of trouble or doubt.

She doensn’t need to turn her head or listen to his voice, the strong grip on each side of her hips and his intoxicating perfume are more than enough to confirm who is lifting her in the air.

Luke is not playing fair. Y/N hears his husky and seductive voice as his lips lightly brush her ear. “I know you love my hands on you, but do you plan to put up the poster at some point?”

The cheerleader is shocked for a few seconds, until murmurs around them remind her that they are not alone. She puts the poster as fast as she can and instructs her ex-boyfriend to take her down.

Reluctantly she turns around and for the first time in quite a few weeks her eyes meet her favorite ones, which at least for the moment, are deep green.

"You can't do that, Lucas. We broke up."

He smirks. She only calls him like that when she's trying really hard to scold him even though it's not what she actually wants. She tries to look more determined and tough, but he can see through it all.

He decides to rest one of his arms on the wall, leaning just enough so that their foreheads are almost touching, and then smiles at her. One of those smiles that she used to classify as the most tender and beautiful sight in the world and that used to receive a light sweet kiss in return.

But this time, instead of a kiss, her gaze tells him that he is crossing the limit and that it’s better to stop. Neither has to say anything, she doesn't need to throw his arm out of the way or yell at him to move.

The two of them know each other better than anyone, and when Luke sees that expression, her wrinkled nose, her eyes lit with annoyance, her crooked mouth, he knows it's time to retreat.

“I’m sorry ba-” His gaze automatically saddens as he remembers that he can no longer call her that. He can see that her eyes also look a little sadder and duller after imagining what the guitarist was going to say. “I’m sorry Y/N. I just missed you.”

“Luke, look at this man. I've been here for 10 minutes and already 14 girls gave me their numbers to pass them to you! I guess word got around that you're single again.”

Alex and Reggie go blank when they are close enough to see their beautiful friend, since Luke was covering her from their sight. The guitarist turns to tap Reggie on the shoulder, and Alex decides to hug her to ease the tension in the air. Her hands are shaking, and Alex is not sure if from sadness or jealousy, but he decides not to say anything and keep hugging her, trying to make her feel supported.

“We missed you so much, we are not Sunset Curve without you.” Alex confesses loud enough for the other two members present to listen and nod their heads.

“I missed you too, boys. My summer was too peaceful and quiet without my favorite band.” The drummer lets go of her and Reggie replaces him by hugging her tightly, moving his arms behind her back silently asking Luke what to do with all the papers in his hands. The annoyed guitarist takes them and throws them away without thinking twice. Reg whispers "rude" and his friend rolls his eyes at him.

Reggie lets go and the four of them stare each other for a few seconds, none knowing what to say or do.

"Hello, sorry but I came to escort this beauty to her next class."

The fifth voice belongs to Cameron Green, who has just appeared in front of them and offers the girl his arm to intertwine with hers.

The perfect captain of the football team. Luke has known for years that the guy has some feelings for his girl, but he never had to worry because he knows her, she would never do anything that would put his trust at risk. But now, things are different.

She takes a step forward to accept the gesture and turns to see the boys one last time.

"I guess I'll see you on music class." She offers an apologetic smile, Alex smiles back to let her know it’s okay.

"But what about lunch break?" Reggie asks, after all, the five have been sitting together for years, they didn’t even separate when Y/N entered the cheer squad.

"I promised to sit down with Cam, sorry guys. But see you later!"

Y/N turns to look at Luke for a few seconds, as if waiting for him to stop her. But never happened.

So both her and Cameron walk until the band can’t see them in the sea of students. Reggie and Alex turn to see their friend, who has his hands wrapped in fists and looks totally crimson, his face irradiates frustration as he clenches his teeth.

“I prOmiseD tO SiT DoWN WitH CaM, fucking hell I’m out of here.”

“You are not going anywhere, man! It’s time for an intervention.” Reggie takes his friends by the arm and leads them to the janitor's closet where he pushes them and closes the door.

“The janitor's closet, really?” Alex asks and Reggie smiles proudly. “..Okay.”

"This is stupid, can we get out of here now?" They both return their attention to Luke, his face radiating despair.

"No. You can't keep prolonging this anymore. What did you think? That no one was going to try to date the most popular girl in school? Are you really so self-centered as to believe that no one would dare just because you are the ex boyfriend? Local rockstar or not, she’s a gem."

“Of course not, I just went into denial, I guess. All I know is that I miss her. I missed her every day this endless summer. I know the experience was amazing, but every night while I was singing the only thing I could think about is how much I wanted to see her beautiful dorky face in the small audience. The way she blushes when I'm singing straight to her direction and I send her a wink. The passion with which she sings each of the songs that she has been listening to over and over for years. How proud she looks of us as we give that final bow.

And it’s stupid, you know? Because somehow, I forced myself to think that having a girlfriend was depriving me of the opportunity to live experiences like that, to live my dream the fullest.

And what I ended up discovering when I did them is that my dream is simply never going to be fulfilled without her. As Alex said, she is as much part of Sunset Curve as any of us. And that now she has other interests or priorities doesn’t diminish how much she loves us and how much we love her, our dreams don't have to collide. And I'm a real idiot who took 3 months to realize it while I'm sure that fake dude was doing his fight to win her over.”

“FINALLY!” They both scream while hugging their brother. “Dude, I’m pretty sure she’s still in love with you, just act fast. You both have to stop being so stubborn and learn to give in for each other's sake from time to time. You cannot ask the other what you do not give.” Alex advises.

“I’ll win my girl back.” Luke smiles, hoping that if he says it with enough conviction it will come true.

The boys decide to go back to classes, by the time they are about to reach the lockers for gym, the other guys are already there and a lively conversation is heard.

“Man, it's not like I've been in love with her for years. I don't even know her. But stealing Luke Patterson’s girlfriend who is casually the most popular girl in school, is simply the step that makes you a legend in this small town. Not to mention that perfect body, what I would do to her if I had the chance."

No one has noticed the Sunset Curve members are present, and the second they hear him Reggie and Alex cover Luke's mouth and drag him out of there.

“I’m going to kill him! And before you say it, I don't care if it's the stupid football captain! If his monkeys hit me I have the satisfaction that I already gave him a black eye and I took out 3 teeth from him. No one is going to play or talk about her like that!"

To say that he is angry is an understatement. He is shaking with fury, moving in the small hall from one side to the other trying to calm the urge to slam his fist against the wall, because if he is going to slam it somewhere it will be in that idiot's face.

“You have to control yourself and be smart for once! he is the golden boy of the school, no matter how popular you are, your reputation as a bad boy is not going to win against his. Maybe not even with Y/N, she might think you're just fired up to see them together."

As much as it hurts to admit it, Alex is right. That clown has convinced everyone in the school with the idea that he doesn’t break a plate. While the guitarist is famous for skipping classes and playing clubs until dawn.

“And what am I supposed to do? I hope you don't suggest that I just sit around doing nothing."

Reggie takes two steps back in case Alex's suggestion is in fact Luke to do nothing. After all, he has to protect that adorable face.

“I’m not telling you to do nothing, I’m asking you to pay attention to what’s really important. Don't focus on him, focus on her."

He’s not going to say it aloud, but Alex is right, again. She should always be his main focus.

After his friends manage to convince him to take the peaceful route, Luke spends the rest of the day searching for the right words to say, but it’s difficult to find inspiration when every time he turns the love of his life is next to a jerk who is only trying to deceive her.

Not to mention lunch break, every time that idiot tried to touch her or get too close, the guitarist felt his blood boil. The only thing that kept him sane is that she politely pushed him away each and every time.

Reggie managed to convince her to come to the studio with them after her cheer training, just like they used to do last school year. The boys waited for her each time and then she accompanied them to their band rehearsals. Or at least they did before both she and Luke started arguing for not wanting to put in that extra effort.

Alex and Reggie watched as the relationship began to decline and the fights began to escalate. And when the breakup became official, they knew they had to keep the exes away from each other. The ex couple had never been apart and it was important for them to make their friends realized how much they want and love each other's presence in their lives. How lucky they are to have such a supportive partner at their side.

They never said anything to Luke but they could see how sad and depressed the guitarist looked without her. As if that spark in him was missing.

All day they were observing their girly who looked just as miserable, that special aura full of dull energy.

Alex had a theory that he explained to Reggie. When a relationship finishes going through that time where it feels new and recent, when you get used to the other as a couple, sometimes it is easy to take things for granted and not want to continue trying or giving the extra.

Sometimes you get lost in that lapse, and finding a balance is not easy. But when you love someone as much as they love each other, well, it’s easy to guess they’ll find the way.

So while Alex distracted Luke, Reggie ran to convince his girl friend to join them, which wasn't easy considering she already had plans with the football player. At that moment the bassist was grateful Luke was not around to hear that.

Once they are together, things will settle down. They have both suffered enough to know that without a doubt everything they have to do for the other is worth it. It’s time for them to stop being stubborn because Reg and Alex are not going to bear being in the middle for long. Those two can be insufferable sometimes.

So, that's how Sunset Curve ended in the stands. Watching her friend as the squad lifted her to the top of the pyramid.

Luke can't help but see her with loving eyes. He feels so proud of her, and that’s when he realizes he can’t remember the last time he actually told her, and that hurts him. She should hear those words every day, and if he is lucky enough for her to accept him back, that will be one of the first things that will change.

He's so focused on watching her, that he doesn't realize the football team is starting a fight just yards away until Reggie hits him on the shoulder.

Cameron pushes one of his teammates straight into the pyramid, which begins to disarm before the guitarist's eyes.

Some of her team manage the impact not be too strong, but she still stays motionless on the ground for a few seconds because of the shock.

Cameron Green kneels in front of her, Luke tries desperately to pass but two big guys get behind their captain to block him.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” The desperation in his voice indicates that he will do whatever it takes to get to her.

“Leave her alone already, Patterson!”

Reggie and Alex catch up with him and mentally prepare for what lies ahead, when they hear Y/N's weak voice.

"No! Luke, please. I need Luke."

The guitarist takes advantage of everyone's momentary shock after hearing her voice and manages to get to her side.

“I- I- I’m here, baby. I’m here, don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Luke lightly caresses her cheek while examining her body, it seems that it was more the scare than anything else.

“I know.” She smiles at the contact of Luke’s hand in her skin.

“Yeah?” He asks almost in a whisper, he is hypnotized watching her. Trying with all his might not to kiss her.

“Yes, you are here. As long as we are together everything will be fine.”

“Is this your subtle way to tie me up again?” Luke teases while helping her sit up. The whole crowd watches them around the field. Cameron looking angry just a few yards away.

She laughs. A wholesome laugh, full of happiness. “Oh honey, we all know you never stopped being mine."

If there is something that turns him on, is his Y/N’s confidence. (And see her in nothing but his t-shirts but that’s not the point.)

“Right back atcha, baby.” He brushes his lips against hers while making that seducting face that she can hardly ever resist, but this time she surprises him by taking him from behind the neck and crashing her lips on his.

The people around them begin to applaud the show, and without interrupting the passionate kiss Luke puts his arms around her back and legs to lift her up and carry her away.

Reggie and Alex do a fist bump and then one looks for Y/N's things and the other for Luke's and follows them from behind.

"They endured a whole school day, wow."

"If we hadn't stolen Luke from her over summer they would have been 2 hours apart and it would have been the most embarrassing separation of all time."

"The two of them were going through a lot and they didn't know how to cope at the time, but now that they are both better, I’m very happy they’re back together, they are soulmates."

“They sure are, Reg. Did you see Cameron's face when Luke stuck his tongue down Y/N's throat? PRICELESS.”

Thank you for reading✨

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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Down For the Count - Charlie Gillespie x Injured!Reader

JATP cast masterlist

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.”

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“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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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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DISTRACTED | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anon: “5 times reader (girlfriend) is almost distracted by a shirtless Charlie and one time she actually is.” PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader WORDS: 1.6k WARNING(s): some charlie thirst, what’s new ;) SUMMARY: 4 times Y/N is almost distracted by her shirtless boyfriend and 1 time she actually is.

You pride yourself over the fact that you never get distracted, no matter what. But sometimes, just sometimes, you can’t help it.

Especially when your boyfriend looks like that.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Your eyes feel as if they are burning, and the ever-persistent headache of yours seems to be particularly intense today.

Yet, pushing all that tiredness away, you keep typing, typing, typing. The deadline for your essay that carries twenty per cent of your grade of your final year of college is tomorrow, and you’ve still got three hundred words to write.

Three hundred words does not seem like a lot on any other day, but after three cups of coffee and seven hours of staring at your laptop screen, it feels like death. The fact that you seem to be in a rut right now doesn’t help, either.

You scrounge around your brain, trying to pull ideas from each fold, but it’s useless. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s because of your boyfriend, Charlie, who has currently resorted to painting your toenails after not getting any sort of attention from you for the past few hours.

Ever since lockdown started, you and your boyfriend have been living together in your shared apartment in Toronto. You two have been planning to move in together for a while, but his work and your college always seemed to be obstacles. But this lockdown gave you both the perfect opportunity – plus, it was time, too. You two have been dating for more than four years – although, you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, but the intensity of it was realized only in the moment when he kissed you after an amazing prom together – you guys went together because you were best friends and loved being around each other more than anything. But the fact that there could be something more, something hidden in years of friendship seemed unlikely to the both of you before that day.

“Done.” He says, proudly. Your eyes leave your screen to look at the beautiful emerald colour on your toenails. You smile at him, and say, “That’s gorgeous, Char. Where’d you find it?”

He shrugs, a lopsided smile on his face. “It was in the bottom of your bag.”

You nod. “Right. I bought it the day before my last offline exam ended. I forgot.”

He smiles. “Now, will you pay me some attention?”

You purse your lips and pretend to be thinking. “Hmm… tempting, but no. I still have to get this done.”

He groans, dramatically. “You have been ignoring me for past hundred hours!”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “You’re so dramatic. It’s only been half a day. Now, go away. I need to finish this.”

He groans, again, and you wonder if he’s finally given up.

Instead, he rolls off the bed, and stands taller, leaning against the doorframe. “Y/N?”

You hum in question, as he makes a show out of taking off his T-shirt.

You bite your lip and remember how long it has been since you’ve run your hands on his chest. But you know that he’s doing this on purpose, to get a fraction of your attention. He knows and is proud of the fact that he has a hold over you, and the fact that even after four years, he still gives you butterflies over the slightest of smiles.

So, instead of giving in, you crawl under your covers with your laptop and decide to work there, as you suddenly gain inspiration, and thank yourself for not being distracted by your boyfriend’s absolutely beautiful body.

“Oh, come on!”

The second time hit happens, it’s a Tuesday morning, and you’re giving an exam. Your laptop is in front of you, the face of your teacher and classmates filling your screen, as the sound of your pen scratching against your answer sheet fills the room.

You bite the end of your pen, pondering over a question when you suddenly hear your boyfriend’s voice. You look up, and notice him, shirtless, and talking on the phone to someone.

“Yeah, I mean, we could do that…” He says, and your eyes trail across his back, as he stares out the window on the wall opposite to you.

“No, Mom, we’re not gonna drive to Canada. I’m not that crazy!” He exclaims, and you arch your neck to get a better view of him, and the sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Sure, I can ask Y/N…” He says, and you quickly avert your eyes back to your paper, just in time to hear your teacher call out your name.

“Y/N? What are you looking at?” She asks, and you adjust your headphones, clearing your throat.

“I thought someone was at the door. Sorry, Ms. Harrington.” You’re painfully aware of the warmth spreading through your cheeks, and as she nods, you start writing again.

You hear Charlie whisper a ‘sorry’, and you smile at him – he thinks that the reason your teacher just called you out is because he was going to ask you something.

You don’t correct him – his ego doesn’t need to know the fact that you were almost distracted.

Just one more question, you think. One more question, and you’re done with this semester.

But your mind is wandering, and the fact that you still have thirty minutes left doesn’t help. When this exam started, you thought that you wouldn’t be able to finish it in time and wrote as fast as you could, but now there’s plenty of time and just one, tiny answer left.

You rest your elbows on your desk and check on your classmates. Everyone is frantically scribbling, and you smile evilly at the fact that you’re not one of them right now.

“Honey? You have a minute?”

You hear Charlie from behind you. You nod, and say, “I’m listening.” You don’t turn back, since you have to keep an eye on your teacher. (She is knitting right now, for some reason.)

“You wanna go somewhere for the holidays?” He says, his raspy morning voice causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“I’m not sure… I mean we just came back from Maui last month – do you think it’s wise to go somewhere again?”

“Well, we’ll maintain social distancing, and use masks.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Come on, it’s our fifth anniversary!”

You finally look at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s shirtless, as usual. You mentally curse him as you think that you need to add ‘no being shirtless for no reason’ to your household rules. (Currently, you have three: one, no disturbing the other while working; two, following the chore chart; three, no spilling coffee or red wine on the white living room rug.) (The last one has occurred more times than one might expect.)

You focus on keeping your eyes trained on his, but you still struggle to form words. “I – not a wise idea…”

He grins, understanding the situation, as you avert your eyes back to your paper.

“Please, baby?”

You know he’s pouting.

“Fine.” You say, just to get him off your back.

“You’re the best!” He presses a kiss to your cheek and is instantly gone. As your mind still tries to hold on to the frayed strings of the warmth and the smell of his presence, you pray that your classmates didn’t notice the interaction.

You smile at Charlie’s mother, who is talking animatedly on your phone.

“Then, I told Meg to get some sugar, but she bought salt instead, and to top that, she dumped the entire bowl into my batter! Now, it tastes like absolute shit!” She glares at Megan, Charlie’s sister, who smiles sheepishly from behind her.

You laugh. “Like brother, like sister.”

“You know it.” She says, her French accent thick.

“So, I was thinking… Maybe, after the holidays, we could fly back to Dieppe? It’s not like we’re gonna go to college any time soon, so –”

“Yes, please! I miss you guys so much. You know, last night –”

She starts to say something else, but your boyfriend is doing push ups in front of you, and it’s really, really, really hard to focus, especially when his body is glistening under the afternoon sun.

He seems to feel your gaze, and sharply turns towards you, while you quickly look back to his mother.

“–but the point is, I miss you two.” She finishes, while Megan nods. “Me too, sis. It’s so boring here without you two.”

You smile and can feel warmth in your stomach. “Of course. I miss you guys, too. Charlie’s so boring.”

“Hey!”

+1.

You exhale and close the lid of your laptop. “I’m done!” You yell, and Charlie instantly appears at the door, and runs towards the bed you’re currently seated on, and jumps atop.

“Finally! I missed you!” He says, wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you closer.

“I missed you too, baby. But now I’m done with all my assignments, so I’m all yours for the next two weeks!” You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins, and your eyes avert to his chest, but this time, you let yourself be distracted, because after weeks of sleep deprivation and pure torture, you deserve this.

You smile, connecting your lips, and run your hands on his chest. He smiles against the kiss, and you whisper, “I love you so much.”

“And I love you so much.”

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jatphatones · 3 years

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Happy Daze | One Shot (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/N: This was a completely self-indulgent idea lol. Basically, I manifested what it would be like to get drunk with the cast during filming because that's honestly one of the things that I really want to do with them. It would be such a fun time with a dash of chaos and shenanigans. In light of the amazing tb photos that the cast has been posting today, I’ve decided to post this a little bit earlier than what I planned. I hope y'all enjoy!

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: drinking, swearing, typos

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“I think your boyfriend is drunk…” Savannah says as we observe the boys at the bar. Charlie was energetic as usual albeit a little sloppy, leaning against the bar more than he should. “Y’all are drinking about the same amount and yet you’re fine. How?” Savannah asks as we return our attention to each other and sip our drinks. “Easy. He didn’t go to university like I did,” I answer simply, placing my empty glass on the table. “Oh my god, love that,” Savannah exclaims.

Both Carolynn and Savannah chuckle as the boys try not to spill all our drinks when they start heading our way. Jeremy’s fiancée had come in for a visit this weekend, and those who could welcome her decided to celebrate with a night of bar hopping. The disaster trio, Carolynn, Savannah, and I headed out in the evening, ready to relax after a long week of work. As we finished up filming this week, the actors were able to take a weekend off. I was able to take a break as well from my job as assistant stylist. My job of helping the costume designers fix up any outfits was exciting, but taxing. I always have fun with my team and the cast, but it’s nice to have a night off to just chill outside of the set. “Alright, I got a sex on the beach for Savannah, shirley for the wifey, and a vodka lemonade for Y/N,” Jeremy announces while passing out the drinks. We each thank him before the guys take a seat and drink their beers. Charlie sits next to me and throws an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his warm body. “Having fun?” he whispers into my ear, beer coming off his breath. “Mhm. Me and the girls were just chit chatting. We’ve decided that we like this bar better than the last one. Less stuffy and loud,” Charlie nods in agreement while subconsciously tapping his fingers across my shoulder. “Have I told you that you look pretty tonight?” His words were slightly slurred, which drew out a chuckle from me. It was amusing to see his slow but inevitable descent into drunken stupidity. “Yes, but it’s nice to hear again. You don’t look too bad yourself babe,” I shoot back with honesty. He looked especially nice this evening. He obviously has no problems showing off his arms, but the slightly messy hair and tucked in t-shirt just looked especially sexy tonight. Must be the alcohol talking. As the night wore on, all of us drank more and got goofier. The Canada native was already constantly drunk on life, so his behavior now was honestly nothing anything new. He was still doing entertaining yet stupid shit…like trying to lift Jeremy onto his shoulders. “Babe, put him down right now!” I command, horrified at the sight of my stupid boyfriend crouching while Jeremy slowly lifts a leg on to his friend’s shoulder. “Aw c’mon, he said I couldn’t lift him up again and I know I can,” Charlie explains while he started to grip Jeremy’s thighs. Owen was too busy watching with an amused expression. Stopping them was not even a thought in his inebriated brain. “Babe, why would you challenge him?” Carolynn scolds her fiancé. The girls and I knew Jeremy was fucking with Charlie, but at the expense of his own safety. Boys - never thinking of the consequences. “Nope, c’mon let go of him,” I order. Charlie pouts in retaliation, hoping that his puppy-dog eyes would persuade me to allow this dangerous activity. “Nope, not gonna work. C’mon.” I never get tired of going out with Charlie and our friends. Sure, he might (100% will) do stupid things, but it was more entertaining than annoying. He never fails to make me smile or take me on ridiculous adventures. But at some point - like attempting to pick up Jeremy - the night must come to an end. “I think it’s time to go home.” I mutter as I help Charlie up from the ground and wrap my arm around his waist. He quickly wraps his arm around my shoulder, slightly placing some of his weight onto me. He was definitely drunk, and from the way he slowly blinked through the sudden movement, I could tell he was going to crash soon. “I think we should go to the next bar,” Owen suggested. The rest of the group agreed and started to get ready to leave. “We’re gonna head out now. Probably just crash at your place since it’s the shortest walking distance. Is that okay, Owen?” I ask the tall blonde. His styled hair had become a little messed up from tonight’s activities, but he looked like he was having a great time. He nods his head immediately while finishing up his drink. “Girl, are you sure you’re okay to walk? You drank a few too,” Savannah says with some concern in her voice. She was always making sure everyone was okay and comfortable and tonight was no different. Still holding Charlie, I grab our jackets with one hand while he’s wrapped in conversation with the engaged couple.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m not nearly as drunk or messy as this stumbling idiot. I’ll be fine,” I say confidently. Charlie continued to joke around with Carolynn and Jeremy, squeezing my shoulder sometimes as he gestured with excitement from telling a story.

“Okay, you got keys? I can give you mine if you let me in later,” Owen offered. We all stepped out into the cool night, shivering at the temperature change. We could tell the night was just getting started for others as we noticed more people walking about.

“Nah, I got keys. I made Charlie give his to me to hold because I had a feeling he might lose them tonight,” Savannah and Owen chuckle, laughing at the accuracy of my statement. Charlie paid no mind to my dig at him as he let out a barking laugh from whatever Jeremy said.

“Smart,” Savannah compliments. She zips up her jacket and fixes her hair. I swear that girl never looks off, always on point. Come to think of it, Carolynn too. I could only wish I still looked put together, but sporting a slightly uncoordinated guy like Charlie didn’t help. I squeeze Charlie’s waist to get his attention. He immediately looks down at me with a smile, making my heart skip a beat. How he still manages to do that is a mystery to me. I offer him a warm smile and speak up.

“You okay with going home now?” I ask softly. He takes a deep breath and huffs. He unwraps himself from me and I help him put his jacket on.

“Yeah. Are we just going to walk back to my place?” he asks, turning to look back at me. I nod my head.

“You got my keys?” I nod again.

“Cool,” he jerks his head back to the group. “Okay, we’ll see you guys tomorrow. Stay safe!” Charlie exclaims as we start to separate from the group, arms wrapped around each other again.

“Will do! Make sure Charlie doesn’t pass out on the floor Y/N!” Jeremy responds, making all of us laugh and Charlie let out a protest.

“I’m not that drunk!” Charlie says before almost missing a step as we walked backwards. I strengthen my grip on him to prevent him and therefore us from falling. We all laugh as he starts to mutter curses; his cheeks flame up in slight embarrassment. I just had to squish his cheeks with my one available hand.

“I’ll take care of him. You guys have fun! Good night!” I announce to our group of friends.Once we say our goodbyes, we turn around and head back to the apartment complex.

Our arms were still wrapped around one another, keeping each other warm as the cold weather starts to creep in. I let go of his waist with a chuckle as he almost trips over my feet for the third time from leaning on me. Putting some space between us, I grab onto his hand still wanting to touch him. He grips mine immediately and starts swinging our hands back and forth. His drunken antics caused a grin to grow on my face. I look forward and walk us back to his place, not trusting him to lead us back home.

“I love how your cheeks get red when you drink. It’s so cute.” I quickly glance at Charlie who was already staring at me. He had a drunken smirk on his face as he shamelessly complimented me.

“Thank you,” I give his hand a squeeze, “I love how goofy you get when you drink. It’s so cute.” My heart warms up as he scrunches his nose at my comment.

“How are you okay right now?” He exclaims as we walk into the lobby of the complex. His eyes squint at the sudden bright lights, eyes trying to adjust in his drunken state.

“It’s called pacing, my love. You should try it sometime.” He scoffs at me as I drag him to the elevator.

I subconsciously drag my thumb back and forth on his skin as we wait. When the elevator comes, he immediately stumbles into it, leaning back against a wall and looking up at the ceiling. Letting out a breath, he brings his gaze down to me as I mimic his stance against the opposite wall.

“Remember when I wanted to wear my orange beanie for filming?” He asks randomly. He smirks when I groan.

“Uh-huh. You argued with us nonstop until you got your way. Not unlike how you asked me out.” I retort with an amused tone. I grab his hand again and dragged him out of the elevator. He drags his feet behind me as we reach his door before wrapping his arms around me.

“Look, all I wanted was to ask the pretty assistant out. When you first said no, I was crushed, but I wasn’t surprised. You were way too pretty and smart for me.” I blush, not knowing what to do with this information. He had never told me this before and I feel like he wouldn’t have admitted this if he was sober right now. He gives me a kiss on the cheek as I open the door.

“Got that right. But I said yes when you asked the second time. Just couldn’t resist that smile,” I admit as well, pulling away from his grasp and placing our things down. His lopsided smile returns before he reaches for me again. He turns me around quickly and places his hand on my waist while I stumble from the movement. My head spins just a little and I close my eyes briefly as I slowly reorient myself.

“Okay, maybe you’re a little drunker than you thought,” he says with amusement once I open my eyes. When I look up, his eyes are shining down, soft gaze between my own eyes. Bring up my hands, I softly cusp his face. Immediately, he rests his head on my hands with an adorable pout

.“C’mon bubs. Let’s get ready for bed,” I whisper. He nods his head in my palms before reaching up to grab them.

His hands completely envelop my own and I lead him backwards into his room. We don’t even bother to turn on his lights when we make it past the doorway. Our drunken vision adjusts to the pitch black room and I wish I had the energy to yell at him for not cleaning his room earlier and therefore making it difficulty for me to navigate in our current state. I guide him to his unmade bed and he flops down on it with a huge sigh. His big groan that followed makes me almost join him, but I walk to his closet instead, grabbing pajamas for the both of us.

“I don’t think anything is better than laying in my bed after a night out,” Charlie murmurs. I could barely hear him from his head buried into his pillow.

“Yeah, okay,” I answer sarcastically when I return to the bed.

He opens his eyes to see the silhouette of me with my arms crossed, one hand gripping our clothes. I roll my eyes when he doesn’t get up. The bed has officially trapped him for the night.

“Alright lazy bum, flip over,” I command him. Once he listens to me, I straddle his legs. Charlie places his hands on my thighs almost involuntary and protests when I throw his hands up in the air. When I slowly start to lift his shirt up, he gets the idea and keeps his hands over his head to help me remove it.

“Come to think of it, sex is better than crashing after a night out,” Charlie peers with one eye at my straddled figure, slowly sending another drunken smile my way. I knew he was half kidding and half serious about his implied offer. Although he was right and the offer was tempting, I knew that both of us were just damn too tired to do anything other than change into pajamas.

“Not happening.” He pouts just like he did earlier as I unbutton his jeans. I start to pull off his jeans but almost get thrown off when he clumsily tries to help shimmy themselves and wiggles a little too vigorously.

“Charlie!”

“What! I’m trying to help!” Charlie joins me in laughing at his clumsiness, and we continue to laugh as we realize that I didn’t take off his shoes beforehand. I throw them off easily along with his socks and jeans.

Grabbing the random pair of shorts I got, I help him put it on, almost yelling at him again when he literally thrusts his crotch into my face. Charlie finally settles down, all comfortably dressed thanks to me. With a huff from all the effort I put in, I strip of my own clothes, almost falling over in the process.

“Admit it. I’m your favorite cast member to work with,” Charlie says from his relaxed position., smirk painted on his annoying face. His hands were resting behind his head as he watched me change into one of his shirts, enjoying the whole show. I scoff at his comment.

“Hell no! You’re always distracting me. And dressing up Dirty Candy is way more fun than your cut off tees and black jeans. Sorry not sorry,” I say sassily. I almost moan when I unclasp my bra and throw it off. I think back to his first offhand comment about laying in bed and wanted to correct him - nothing beats taking off your bra.

“But they’re not giving you thank you kisses like I do,” Charlie removes one hand from behind his head and wraps it around my shoulders when I land next to him. He ignores my noise of surprise when he turns my body into his own bare torso. My legs are trapped under his, but I’m not complaining too much about this entangled position.

“You don’t know that,” I tease. Charlie gives me a playful angry growl and pinches my shoulder. I retaliate by hitting him on the chest.

We settle down and start drawing random shapes on whatever skin we can reach. We do this for a couple more moments and I try not to laugh at how heavy his breathing was.

“I’m super drunk right now,” he grumbles. I look up and could see his eyes are shut and his eyebrows drawn in. Poor guy was probably trying to refocus his thoughts.

“Yeah, you are. But you deserved to have fun tonight. You all have been working so hard and it’s always a great time when Care’s around.” I whisper, letting the nighttime finally settle into our bones.

“You’re right. Doesn’t make me any less drunk though.” I let out a breathless laugh at his logic and then snuggle into his chest. I could feel my eyelids start to get heavy and his breathing starting to slow down.

“I love you,” I say softly, “even though you’re such a messy drunk.”

“Love you too baby,” he whispers back before falling asleep.

I rest my head on his chest and follow his lead. As I start to fall asleep I realize that Charlie was right when he said that laying in bed was a great feeling after a night out because the best part of it all is falling asleep in the arms of the one I love. But when he abruptly wakes me up at 7 am to climb out of bed and throw his head over the toilet the next morning, I may have blamed my late night thoughts on our drunken haze.

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A/N: So I wholeheartedly believe that the little maple man would always be up to something, especially if everyone’s under the influence lol. Anyways, I've never really written real person fics and it was okay I guess? Might not do so many in the future but who freakin knows. If you are ever in a situation where you’re drinking, please be responsible (especially don’t offer to carry people on your shoulders). Also, I got a taglist of you’re interested - just lmk! If you ever wanna hang out, hit me up! - Titi xx

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 3 years

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Mini Gillespie (part 2)-Charlie Gillespie

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting. This was requested by @gillespie_charlie. This was requested from my other account that I post these too.

-Samantha

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Your POV

Nine months later

I was in the kitchen washing the dishes when I felt a sharp pain near my lower abdomen. I let out a groan of pain, but felt something running down my leg. I looked down to find out that my water broke. I shouted for Charlie to come quickly.

“ Baby, what’s wrong?” he said rushing in

I turned to face him, but still holding on to the counter.

“ It’s time. The baby’s coming!” I said

He looked at me with wide eyes, but ran to grab the things we needed for the journey. I let out another groan in pain.

“ Charlie hurry please!” I shouted

“ I’m coming baby.” he said

I then felt his arms go under my knees and then I was being lifted off the floor. I wrapped one of my arms around the back of his neck to hold on.

“ It’s going to be okay darling.” He reassured me while speed walking to get to the car.

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We were about five minutes from the hospital when I got another sharp pain. Charlie moved his eyes from the road for a split second before going back to the road. I felt him rub little circles on my leg to calm me down a little.

Charlie’s POV

Right when I parked the car I rushed over to Y/n’s side to help her inside. I was speed walking with her in my arms.

“ Someone! My wifes in labor!” I shouted even though I didn’t need to.

“ Okay, put her down here sir.” a nurse said

Once she was down they started taking her to a room which I followed. When we got to the room I started getting a little anxious.

Your POV

While I was getting hooked up to all the machines I saw Charlie pacing.

“ Baby. come here.” I said

He looked over and carefully walked around to the other side of me.

“ Alright, everything looks super good. You should be able to push soon.” the nurse said

We both smiled and I thanked her. She then pushed a few buttons before leaving the room.

“ Are you excited to meet her?” I asked Charlie

He smiled at me and nodded. “ Yea super excited. Did you ever pick a name?” he asked

“ Yea, want to hear it?” I questioned

I saw his smile grow. “ What is it? Tell me please!”

I let out a giggle due to his excitement. “ Well, I was thinking about Carly Anne Gillespie.”

“ It’s perfect. Your perfect.” he said leaning down to my lips

Before our lips touched I whispered “ Smooth gillespie.”

He let out a chuckle before giving my lips a gentle kiss.

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I was lying on my side a little due to the epidural they gave me for the pain. I could hear Charlie talking to someone through his phone.

“ Yea, dude. We’re at the hospital right now.”

My guess is either Owen or Jeremy. I saw him looking over at me so I smiled. He gave me one back until going back to talking to the person. There was a knock on the door and when it opened my nurse smiled.

“ It’s time! Are you ready to push?”

I let out a nervous laugh, but nodded my head. She gently touched my shoulder.

“ It’s going to be okay sweetie.” I gave her a small smile

She then went back to setting everything up for the process.

Charlie’s POV

I was talking to Owen and Jeremy on a double facetime call with my headphones in. I was in the middle of a sentence when there was a knock on the door. I saw our nurse walk in super excited. I heard Owen’s voice say something, but didn’t answer. I turned back to the phone and told them.

“ Alright guys it’s time, so I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

They both said good luck before we all hung up. I then put my phone and headphones away to head back to Y/n/n.

“ You ready dad.” Rachel said

I looked up to find our nurse looking at me. I smiled and nodded.

“ I’m pumped.” I told her

She let out a laugh before more people came to help us with the birth of our daughter.

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I was watching the whole process with Y/n/n’s hand holding mine super tight which I didn’t really mind. If it helps her with the pain I won’t object to her from squeezing so tight. I heard Rachel say…

“ You're almost done sweetie. One more push and you're done.”

I felt her squeeze my hand again then we both heard the cries of our daughter.

“ Congrats you two!” Rachel said

I thanked her while she placed her on top of Y/n/n’s chest.

Your POV

I was physically exhausted, but powered through it for my daughter. Rachel gently placed her on me so that I could hold her.

“ Have you guys picked a name?” She asked

Charlie answered “ Her name is Carly Anne Gillespie.”

Rachel smiled at the name. She then walked away to write everything down. Charlie then asked to hold her which made me smile. He took her carefully out of my arms and walked around with her.

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It’s been about two days or so with Carly and it’s been a blast. I was actually getting her ready to head home today. I was packing up when I felt arms wrap around my waist.

“ Hey princess. How is everything going?” Charlie asked

I smiled and then leaned in for a kiss which I gave him.

The both of us then grabbed our things while I then picked Carly up in her car seat. We headed out of the hospital saying bye to everyone on the way out. When we got to the car I opened the back door and strapped Carly in before heading to my seat.

Charlie’s POV

I looked to my right to find soft snores coming from Y/n/n while in the back were even more little snores coming from. I smiled at my two girls before focusing back on the road.

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I parked the car and gently shook Y/n awake, so that we could go inside.

“ Hey sleeping beauty.”

I saw her eye’s flutter open. She gave me a tired smile and helped me take things inside. She then grabbed Carly out of the car. When we got inside the door Koa came running up to us. I bent down to give him some attention.

“ Hey Koa. Do you want to meet someone?”

I turned to Y/n which made her smile. I gently held Koa back so she could set Carly’s car seat down. Koa kept trying to get out of my hold, but I held on strong. Y/n then gave me a nod, so I realised Koa. I heard her say…

“ Koa gentle. This is the new family member.”

I smiled and grabbed my phone to snap a picture of the three of them. I was going to set that up as my lock screen later.

Third Person POV

The Gillepsie household was always filled with goofy and chaotic energy. When Carly Anne came she added so much more chaotic energy. Charlie could already tell that she was going to turn into a mini him. Y/n was offended by Charlie’s thoughts, but was excited for another Charlie in the house. Koa was especially happy to have a little friend to chill with. Everyone from the cast got to meet her from a zoom call since they all were at their home towns.

Charlie’s POV

It was around ten when I heard snores coming from the bedroom, so I walked in to find Y/n/n, Carly and Koa all curled up together. I decided to change and join the sleepover.

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First I would like to say sorry for all the little jumps I did in the story. Second of all I hope you enjoy and feel free to request more.

If any of you want you can pick your daughter's name I just chose that name because I liked it, but I don't mind if you want to pick a different one.

Enjoy again!!!

-Samantha

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Things I love about you (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count:1,6k

Warning: Some swearing (not really), a little bit of French, mention of wine bc why not. Other than that is just fluff, like loads of it.

Edited by @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST

Charlie always thought people were crazy when they used to list things they loved about their partners, maybe because he never fell in love as hard as he did for the girl sleeping peacefully, tangled in the sheets, and wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He kissed her shoulder before leaving the room, ready for his morning run.

He knew very well she’d still be fast asleep once he came back with breakfast, even if that meant coming back in almost an hour. And Charlie was right. When he came back an hour later, with sweat glistening his skin and the bagels he bought for breakfast, his girlfriend was still sleeping, and he let out a chuckle when he saw the nest made of pillows she always made in her sleep whenever she was sleeping on her own.

That was one of the little things she did that he completely loved. It was as if she needed to feel something holding her in her sleep, especially if he wasn’t sleeping next to her. They would cuddle before they fell asleep, but even if she wasn’t in his arms the whole night, somehow they always were touching each other in their sleep. It could be their hands, a foot, or their backs, but they were always close.

After a quick shower, he sat next to his sleeping girlfriend, caressing her arm to wake her up.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he said in a soft voice when the girl stretched out, opening her eyes slowly.

“Morning, Charlie,” Y/N said, her voice laced with sleep, “Are you going for a run?”

“I already went for a run, my love,” the boy laughed softly, “I got us breakfast, so get your pretty ass out of bed, because I’m starving.”

“I’ll be right there, honey,” she smiled at him and rubbed her face against the pillow one last time before getting up.

Charlie handed her a warm cup of coffee, pointed to the bagels on the table. Y/N picked the one she thought was hers, knowing her boyfriend preferred the one with the beacon.

“This smells so damn good,” Charlie heard her say, and when he looked at her, she was sneakily sniffing the bagel.

And that was one of the little things Y/N did that he found adorable. Every time she had to eat or drink something, she’d smell it slightly, as if she wanted to find out the flavors beforehand.

“Who said that one was yours?” Charlie questioned jokingly just before she took the first bite. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put the bagel down.

“But you always order the one with avocado and tomato for me, baby,” she pouted and Charlie laughed. He got closer to the girl and pecked her lips.

“I was messing with you,” he clarified.

“What do you have to do today?” Y/N asked, before taking a sip of her coffee.

“I have an interview in like an hour,” he checked his phone with a grimace, “I should probably start getting ready. Do you have to go to the office?”

“No, but I need to catch up on some work,” Y/N answered with a shrug, “Other than that, I guess I’m just gonna chill here.”

“Lucky you,” Charlie stuck his tongue out playfully.

Later that day, when Charlie came back to Y/N’s apartment, he found her sitting on the floor with her chin resting on one of her knees. She always was sitting in the weirdest positions, and then she’d complain about back pain or having pins and needles in her legs. He thought it was cute because it was her way of finding the best position to concentrate on her work.

“You’re gonna end up with back pain, my love,” Charlie warned her and sat on the floor next to her, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Char,” the girl said, turning her attention to the hazel-eyed boy. She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer, rubbing their noses together before pressing her lips to his in a welcoming kiss.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Charlie murmured against her lips. She hummed in response and he kissed her again.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispered back.

They sat there in silence, while she finished with whatever project she was working on, and once she turned off her laptop, Charlie put on a movie.

“Are we gonna make the effort to cook dinner or do you wanna order something?” He asked, making himself comfortable on the couch and patting the spot next to him, inviting her to join him.

“I’m in the mood for pizza,” she told him and cuddled up next to her boyfriend.

“Five minutes and I’ll call,” Charlie mentioned, wrapping his arms around Y/N and holding her tight against him. Her hair tickled him right in the nose, and he could smell the soft fragrance of her shampoo. “Is it mango or lemon?” He questioned after a while, grabbing a strand of her hair.

“Mango, do you like it?”

“Yeah! it smells great, babe.” Charlie pressed a kiss on top of her head and then struggled a bit to get hold of his phone.

After a quick call to the pizza place they always ordered from, they stayed on the couch, enjoying being in the arms of the other. It was small moments like that one, a movie playing on the tv, but their attention fixed on each other. Charlie loved to hear her laugh every time he tickled her or the funny faces she made whenever he faked pushing her off the couch.

“Pizza’s here!” She chirped when the ring bell resonated through the apartment, standing up quickly and making her way to the door.

“Do you want wine or beer?” Charlie asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Wine,” Y/N put the pizza box on the counter and pointed to the small wine cabinet, “my mom sent me one the other day and she said it was perfect for pizza and pasta.”

“No plates, babe,” Charlie mentioned when he saw his girlfriend trying to reach a couple of plates, “that way we only have to wash the glasses.”

“You’re getting lazy, Gillespie,” Y/N teased the boy, but did as he told her.

With a new movie playing on the tv, pizza, and a bottle of wine they sat again on the couch, bickering over small things like Charlie muttering the dialogues because he knows all the lines or the fact that Y/N can’t sit still while watching a movie.

“If you kick me one more time, Y/N,” he warned her, putting his glass of wine on the coffee table before she could make him spill it on the couch.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Y/N batted her eyelashes and pouted at her boyfriend, “What are you gonna do about it anyway?”

“Y/N stop it,” Charlie warned again, but Y/N kicked his thigh again softly, it was more a nudge than a real kick.

He glanced at her, a grin forming on his lips before he grabbed the girl by her feet and pulled her into a laying position, and attacked her sides with his fingers.

“No, Charlie!” The girl squealed, trying to move away from his hands, “please!”

“That’s not gonna work, my love,” he cackled, moving one of his hands up to her neck knowing that was her weak spot.

“Charlie!” Their laughter filled the room, and Y/N squirmed under the boy, “S’il te plaît, babe!”

“Oh! Tu parles français, mon amour.” Charlie knew his girlfriend only knew how to say a few things in French, please being one of them. He stopped his attack and left a soft kiss on her nose, before pressing their lips together in a kiss.

Y/N pulled away from the kiss first, still short of breath because of the tickles, with a smile on her face, she brought her hands up to cup her boyfriend’s face and pulled him into a kiss again.

“I love you, my idiot,” she breathed against his lips, “now get off, you’re crushing me.”

“I love you too, mon amour.”

Charlie was about to get in bed when Y/N walked in with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair wet. He let out a sigh, too tired to complain now.

“Sit so we can’t get this done fast,” he pointed to the bed and plugged in the hairdryer.

Sure, he was exhausted, but he loved to help his girl dry her hair, and be a part of her little night routine. That was one of the things he loved about her, she had a tendency to be unpredictable, but no matter what, she’d always take a shower before bed, take her time putting on lotions and skincare, and he’d always help her dry her hair if he was staying over.

He loved the fact that he could tell if Y/N was laying next to him just by her fruity fragrance. He loved to help her relax at the end of the day, and somehow, drying her hair helped him relax too.

After her hair was finally dry, he covered himself with the covers and sent a quick goodnight message to his family group chat, while he waited for his girl to finish her night routine.

“Vanilla or coconut?” She wondered, fumbling things in her nightstand drawer. He saw the two hand creams she was holding and smiled.

“Vanilla.”

She squeezed the tube to put cream on her own hands and then squeezed cream on his hands.

“You know I love your sexy guitarist hands, but we don’t like dry hands in this house,” Y/N commented with a sweet smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Charlie said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Goodnight, Charlie,” the girl answered, cuddling next to him.

“I love you,” he wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes, happy to spend another night next to the girl he loved so much.

“I love you too, babe.”

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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you possibly do a Charlie x reader fic where they are filming season 2 & there is a new character (fashion expert/can see ghost/a little bit of enemies with Luke at first) but off screen they are very close (always hanging out/on ig posts & stories/dance partners/they sing karaoke/adventure) & the whole cast likes to tease them about it but they deny any feelings however they are about to film a very important scene that involves their characters & might change everything between them.

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 2,789

Season 2. Finally Season 2. Everyone had been hoping, wishing, praying for a season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms, and after months of waiting, Netflix finally picked it up for a second season. After those months, the actors had just to wait a little while longer while the crew wrote up the first drafts of scripts and made it perfectly save for the actors to do their work. Once all of that’s ready and they’re good to go, the cast finally reunite again in Vancouver. They even meet some new cast members. Like you. You had auditioned for the role of Daniela Ramos, Julie’s cousin and Victoria’s daughter, and got it pretty much straight away. Daniela is a fashion student at a High School in Melrose Hill and Julie asks her for some help with costumes for her next gig with her band. To Julie’s surprise, Daniela can actually see the boys, even when they’re not playing, which causes for a lot of trouble in the band and family, especially between Julie and Luke. This is your first big role on the small screen and you’re the most excited you’ve ever been. You met the other cast members at the summer bootcamp before the filming process would start, and though almost everything had to be done with a face mask covering half of everyone’s face, it still was a lot of fun getting to meet everyone and spend the most fun summer ever. Every day, you grew closer and closer to everyone on set, and soon became best friends with Madi, Jadah, Savannah and Tori, doing plenty of sleepovers. Besides the girls, you also grew closer to Charlie, Owen and Jeremy, but mostly Charlie. For some reason, the two of you just clicked instantly. You have the same humor, the same taste of adventure, the same passions and dreams. You, Charlie and Owen even rented a place together to live in for the time being in Vancouver. You got even closer during filming, especially since you and Charlie have a lot of scenes together. “Oh my God, Luke, you’re so annoying!” you yell at him when the two of you are in the garage, taping a scene. It had taken you about ten takes and you still couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked face he pulled every time. “If I’m so annoying, Dani, why do you keep coming back?!” The angry face he pulls resembles that of an angry kitten, which just makes you crack up again. “God dammit, Y/N!” Charlie laughs now too as Kenny yells “Cut!” “Sorry! Sorry, guys! I promise I’m a real actor!” You hold your hands up in defense, then cough to get ready for another take. This time around, you could finally manage to get through it without laughing. “Yes!” Charlie exclaims when Kenny yells “Cut!” again. He holds his hand up for a high five, which you giddily give him. “Do you need any more takes, Kenny?” he asks the man himself. “Nope, you’re good! You can go on your break now!” he pats Charlie’s shoulder. “Nice job, guys!” “Thanks, Kenny,” you say, the smile growing on your face. “I need food, Gillespie,” you tell your best friend, linking your arm with his. “Let’s go get food!” The two of you head down to catering and sit down at a table with a plate full of food. “What are we doing tonight?” he then asks before taking a bite of food. You swallow your bite of food and take a sip from your drink. “Don’t you have a night shoot tonight?” you ask, remembering him saying something about a late call. “No, that’s tomorrow, after our dance rehearsal,” he replies after swallowing the food. “Oh! Okay!” You start thinking of things to do, “We could go to karaoke? Bring the others maybe?” He raises his eyebrows, looking at you questionably. “I’ve always loved karaoke,” you shrug with a giggle. “Yeah, okay!” Charlie nods his head agreeingly. “Karaoke it is!” The two of you smile up at each other, teeth showing, both of you glowing. “What are you love birds discussing?” Owen asks when he joins them, his voice muffled from the mask covering his face. He pulls it down to under his chin as he and Jeremy join the two at the table. “We’re thinking about going to karaoke tonight with the whole team!” you tell them, completely ignoring the ‘love birds’. “Ooh, fun!” Owen exclaims with a smile that nearly reaches his ears. “Yeah, we’ll leave after shooting the last scene tonight,” Charlie suggests, looking at you for confirmation. You nod your head agreeingly. That night, you and the rest of the cast head to the nearest karaoke place you know. You’ve linked arms with Savannah and Tori, giggling through the night, trying to keep your balance on your heeled boots. Meanwhile, without you realizing, Charlie has been keeping his eyes on you the whole way there. He finds it adorable how your giggle floats through the night air and your hips bump against the other girls’. He couldn’t lie, you had easily become the light in his life. “So, what song shall we begin with?” you ask the gang as you settle into the booth. “Pick the first one on the list,” Jeremy replies when no one else does. You nod your head curtly and press play on the first song, which is Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. You can already tell after that first song; tonight is going to be a fun night. You sing a couple of songs with the girls, there are many group numbers, and you even sing one with your roommates. After singing with Owen and Charlie, the latter points at you. “We’re going to sing together now!” he exclaims excitedly before turning around and picking a song for you to sing. When he’s picked one, he grabs your hand to pull you closer towards him. You blink a couple of times, unable to process what’s happening right now. The opening notes to Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee chime through the booth. You glance over at Savannah and Tori, who offer you an encouraging smile. Then you look at Jadah and Madison, but they’re too busy giggling and whispering, and it makes you wonder if that’s about you and Charlie. Your eyes dart over to the boys – Jeremy, Owen and Sacha – who just offer you suggestive smiles and eyebrow-wiggles. Charlie’s voice captures your attention again, and you turn to him. “I couldn’t if I tried,” you sing back to him. The encouraging smile on Charlie’s face calms you down a little up to the point where it almost seems like the two of you are the only people in the room. You have no clue what is happening or why it’s happening. All you know is that you’ve wanted it to happen sooner. Though you wouldn’t ever admit that to anyone. It’s the way he looks at you and the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person on this planet that matters. It’s been the way he’d looked at you since that first day of meeting him. “I won't go breaking your heart,” you sing the very last line to him ever so softly, not even looking at the screen anymore, but instead, looking into his eyes. “Don't go breaking my heart,” he sings back. The song ends and you both lower your microphones, staring into each other’s eyes. If it wasn’t for the rest of the cast breaking out into cheers and applause, you would’ve kissed him then and there. But it startles you, and you step away from him upon realizing how close you are and how that must look to the others. “So, when’s the wedding?” Madison asks teasingly, which makes the others laugh, and you blush. After that night at karaoke, the two of you had silently agreed to forget anything ever happened. Savannah said you were in denial, but you believed you weren’t. You told her it was just the atmosphere in the air that night, the both of you had consumed a little bit of alcohol and it might’ve just been that. No one stopped teasing you though. On every possible occasion, they’d ask you if you’d kissed him yet, or when your next date it, or started singing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart randomly. You just shook it off every time, finding it amusing how consumed the cast was with this ‘relationship’ you had with Charlie. There was nothing more going on than just a really, really tight friendship. Until the dance scene happened. Your character, Dani, was supposed to go to a school dance with her crush, but she was nervous because she had never slow danced with anyone before. When she tells Luke, he insisted on teaching her, saying he’d gone to plenty of school dances back in ’94 and ’95 before he died. You and Charlie know this choreography by heart, you’ve been doing it for weeks on end at bootcamp and during rehearsals. It had always just been fun and games, the two of you being immaculate dancers and bouncing off of each other so well because of your tight friendship. “I could teach you?” Charlie says as Luke, stepping closer to you. You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ve gone to numerous dances in my days, Dani…” One corner of his mouth curls up into a teasing smirk. “Unless you want to embarrass yourself in front of… Jake.” He emphasizes the name of your fictional crush, to which you react with wide eyes and a blush spreading on your cheeks. “Come on, Dani!” He reaches out for your hand, which you place hesitantly in his. Dani being able to see ghosts, is also able to make them corporeal. The lights on set dim a little, except for one spot on the pair in the middle of the studio, and then the music starts playing through the speakers. Charlie starts singing the song they’d learned at bootcamp, one the cast wrote together during the quarantine. The atmosphere in the studio has suddenly become really intense. You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach as the man in front of you sings to you, mere inches away from each other as he leads you in this beautiful dance Paul Becker and Tori Caro choreographed for you. Just like at the karaoke booth, it feels like the two of you are the only people on set. Just you and him. You and Charlie. You and your best friend. There’s no denying you have feeling for him anymore. You knew you did, you just told yourself it wasn’t a good idea and suppressed those feelings, pushing them down. It worked for a while. Until now. “Cut!” Kenny yells after your scene. You step away from Charlie, glancing down at the floor as you try your hardest to hide your flustered face. “That was perfect, guys! It really looks like the two of you were in love!” he claps his hands in excitement, then tells them to do it again. After four takes of the dance, Kenny tells you to go and take a break. Without saying another word to Charlie, you rush off set and towards your trailer where you sit down on a chair, trying to calm your breathing. Charlie might not like you the way you like him. Admitting to these feelings might just ruin everything the two of you have. With this in mind, you grab your phone and text Savannah, asking her to come over to your trailer. Maybe she could help you. “Are you okay?” she asks when she enters and finds you staring at the ceiling. “No…” you reply and take a deep breath, “I think I’m in love with my best friend?” “Oh, sweetie…” Savannah sighs, and pulls you up to take you in a hug, “I know…” You pull her away again to face her properly. “What do you mean ‘you know’?” “Everybody knows,” she starts, “The two of you have been inseparable since the day you met, and everyone can see the way you look at each other. Plus, your duet the other night was a little intense for it to be a platonic one.” She chuckles, and you can’t help but chuckle too. She then grabs her phone from her back pocket, opening Instagram. “You know fans have caught on too, right?” She shows you the comments on some of Charlie’s pictures on his account. One picture is of the two of you, napping in Julie’s bed on set, cuddled up. He even posted pictures from your hikes on your days off. All of them are bombarded with comments from fans saying, ‘I ship it!’ or ‘Y/S/N’. Sav then opens her dm’s which are flooded with fans asking if you and Charlie are dating yet, and how the two of them are so in love with each other. “Charlie isn’t in love with me?” you deny, not believing one bit about it. “He is, though…” This does not come from Savannah’s mouth. Your eyes widen when you recognize the voice, and peek behind Savannah to find your best friend standing at your open trailer door. “Sav, can you give us a minute?” he asks the younger girl. “More than a minute,” she chirps, offering you a wink before leaving the trailer. Charlie steps in completely and moves until he’s in front of you. He takes your hands in his, and chuckles at your overwhelmed and confused expression. “Are you okay?” he asks, that beautiful smile of his persistent on his face. “Y—yeah? No? I’m not sure?” you sigh, trying to get your thoughts in order. “Charlie, wha—?” “Can I talk? I’ve been going over this conversation in my mind a billion times, and if I don’t say it now, I think I’m going to forget what I’m supposed to say…” You nod your head in response. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the very first time I saw you walking in at bootcamp. You looked adorable with your little nervous smile and your polite hellos to everybody. I knew from that moment on that I wanted to get to know you better, and that I wanted to become more than just friends…I didn’t think you’d feel the same way, so I told myself that it was okay if we’d just stay friends. Especially since your character kind of hates mine and you bring Dani to life so convincingly, that I was almost sure you hated me too,” you chuckle at that, “But I can’t hide it anymore, Y/N. I am so embarrassingly in love with you that I could’ve kissed you after that scene we just did and that I could kiss you right now even though I’m—” before he can finish his sentence, you lean up and crash your lips onto his, your hands flying into his hair. He’s a little startled at first, but quickly melts into the kiss and presses you closer to him. “I am so embarrassingly in love with you too, Charlie,” you whisper when you pull away, pressing your forehead against his. “They’re going to be so relieved,” you tell him with a chuckle. He frowns his eyebrows at you. “Who?” he asks. You take his hand in yours and lead him towards the door of your trailer, pushing it open and making it bump against whoever was closest to the door. All of your cast mates scramble, trying to act natural while Owen rubs his forehead since he was the one that got a door in his face. “Ah, them!” Charlie chuckles. “Thanks for the door in my face, guys,” Owen says disgruntled. “That’s on you, buddy,” you tell him with a grin. “Don’t you guys have a scene to shoot or something?” Their eyes widen at the realization and, after yelling at the two how happy they are for them, rush to set in a hurry. “So, where were we?” Charlie turns back to you when everyone’s gone. “Don’t you have a scene with them?” “Shit!” he grumbles and jumps off the small steps in front of the trailer. He starts running towards set but turns around almost immediately to you and kisses your lips quickly, but sweetly, and then runs off. You watch him with an amused smile on your face. There was nothing to be afraid about after all and nothing changed between you two. You were still the best of friends, just friends that kiss and are in love with each other. But both of you happy.

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