#happy charlie day xoxo

[alastor-simp]

Be My Valentine - Alastor x Female Reader

♥️HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Also I know Alastor is AroAce, but lets just assume in this fic he is not. Enjoy♥️

It was finally Valentine’s Day in Hell, a little holiday that some demons enjoy doing with their partners and others that find it absolutely ridiculous, like a certain deer demon. Alastor didn’t much care for a silly little festivity like this. He found romance a bit ridiculous, but he wouldn’t go as far as to make fun of someone else in a relationship, it wasn’t who he was. He did find Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship adorable, since he saw how happy the two of them were together. The little sparks between Husker and Angel were easy for him to spot, and it led to lot of teasing at the hands of Alastor, which earned him a middle finger from a certain cat on occasions.

Since it was Valentine’s Day, Charlie thought it would be a great idea to decorate the hotel. Heart paper strings were hanging from the ceiling, along with XOXO and heart balloons on the walls. It wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day without some sweets, so Charlie along with Niffty made some chocolate covered strawberries and pretzels for everyone else to enjoy. You were trying to figure out how to help liven the mood. “Music would be nice” you thought. Heading over to the record player, you skimmed for any good songs to play. Frank Sinatra was what you picked, and you decided to play that. The melody began to carry out all throughout the lobby, catching everyone ears, causing them to sway. “Ah! Excellent choice my dear!” You heard Al’s voice call out from behind you. He was sitting on one of the chairs, with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a pleasing smile. Smiling back, you made your way over to the couch and took a seat, listening to the tunes.

Soon Charlie came running back, “Okay everyone! Ready to start the Valentine gift exchange!” Before the decorations were put up, Charlie suggested that everyone pitch in and do a Valentine gift exchange. The gifts would be exchanged between two individuals: Charlie + Vaggie, Angel Dust + Husk, Niffty + Sir Pentious, and You + Alastor. Everyone got together and presented the gifts. Charlie had given a bottle of perfume and new hair bow for Vaggie. Vaggie gave Charlie a unicorn plushie and T-shirt with their faces on them. Angel got Husk a fancy bottle of Italian wine. Husk gave Angel a popular perfume from the Lust ring plus some mini outfits for Fat Nuggets. Niffty had actually handmade mini plushies of Sir Pentious and his egg bois. Sir Pentious got Niffty some roses plus a new sewing kit.

Now it was time for you and Alastor to exchange gifts. While you did have something for Al, there was something else you wanted to give him, but it was a surprise. Alastor was smiling down at you, hands behind his back, holding a mini box and bouquet. “Here you are my dear!” He handed you the box and flowers. Ahh he remembered how much you loved (your favorite flowers). Thanking Alastor, you opened the box, which contained a beautiful ruby necklace

“W-ow Al! This is beautiful! Thank you.” Holding the necklace up, you looked up at Alastor, face flushed. “You’re welcome, my dear! Allow me!” Grabbing the necklace from your hands, he motioned his body behind you, helping to place the necklace around your neck. Turning back around, you pulled out your gift and presented it to Al, “Happy Valentines Day Al” Grabbing the black box with red ribbon from your hand, he opened it, revealing a new rose tinted monocle. He had broken the one he had before, and didn’t have the time to replace it. “Ah I needed a new monocle. Thank you kindly, y/n!” Smiling you nodded your head and faced back towards the others

Al looked into the box again and saw a little piece of paper that was placed underneath the monocle. Turning away, he took the paper out and read it:

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ ᴀᴛ 8 ᴘᴍ”

Well well, what was this? Another surprise, perhaps? Smile widening on his face, He placed the paper in his suit pocket, before turning back to everyone like nothing happened. The day continued as normal, with everyone chatting about random topics and participating in some bonding activities like board games and watching some random romance movies. It soon gotten late and it was time for everyone to head to bed, or so you thought. The glances you saw between Charlie and Vaggie hinted that they were going to be doing something else. Even Husk and Angel dust, especially since you saw Angel dragging Husk into his bedroom, well good for them, they make a cute couple. Going to head up and finish your plans, your eyes caught Al who had looked right at you. You smiled and walked away.

**8 PM- Alastors POV**

"Hmm I wonder what the little darling has planned for me?” Al thought to himself, as he made his way to the location you told him in the note. Ascending up the stairs, Al arrived at the door that led to the rooftop and opened it slowly. His eye widen at what he saw. In front of him was a small dinner table with chairs, decorated with candles and roses.

He was left stunned by what he saw. Walking closer to where the table is, he admired the little set-up. "Do you like it?" Turning his head around, Al saw you standing there, wearing a flowy black dress, bright smile place on your face. Alastor looked back at the table, then at you, "Was this the little surprise you had planned for me? If you wanted to have dinner with me, all you had to do was ask, my dear." Alastor gave a soft smile, making his way to you, lifting your chin, "You look positively radiant, darling." His words caused you to flush, "T-thank you. Go and take a seat Al. I'll be right back," Alastor smiled and let you go, heading over to the chair to take a seat.

Soon, you came back holding two plates, the aroma wafting off of them was mouth-watering. Placing them down, the smile on Al's face had widen. In front of him was a tender venison steak, his favorite, along with a side of salad and baked potatoes.

After that, you had grabbed a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and poured it into the wine glasses for both you and Al. Once everything was set in place, you slowly took a seat on the other side of the table. "This is my first time cooking venison, so I hope you like it." You fidgeted with your fingers under the table. "This looks spectacular! Thank you my dear!" He grabbed his wine glass and held it up in front of you, "Cheers, my dear!" Smiling, you grabbed your glass, bumping it against Al's, letting out a small clink. The both of you started to eat the meal you prepared, well you were watching Al more than eating, monitoring his reaction. You knew about his diet and what he mainly ate, so last thing you wanted was for him to try the venison you prepared and do a spit-take. The fork in Al's hand, held a piece of steak, and slowly it made its way into his mouth. The whole time you were sitting there, gazing at his reaction to see if he liked it. His expression didn't change, but he went back in for another bite, and another, and another. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that he liked the meal, letting you go back to your meal.

Soon the both of you had finished eating, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Delicious!" Al said, wearing a pleasant smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you in the mood for some dessert?" You said as you got up from the table, and made your way over to grab the dessert that was hidden. Walking back, you placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the table.

"My dear, you know I'm not a fan of sweets." Al said to you, while looking at the bowl with strained face. "I made these myself using dark chocolate, so they won't be as sweet, trust me." Grabbing one of the strawberries, you held it up towards all, "Say ahh." Al raised an eyebrow at that, but he shook his head, amused at your actions, before taking a bite. Looking at him, you were expecting him to spit it out, but surprisingly he swallowed, "Not bad!"

Whew, glad he liked them. Now it was time to tell him what you were thinking/feeling. "Um Al? Can I ask you something?" Alastor looked at you, smiling like the joker. "Of course my dear! What is it?" He leaned in, placing his elbows on the table, lifting his head up with his hands. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and your palms were sweating. Your eyes looked down at your hands, until you turned your head back up to look at Al. "W-will you be my valentine?" Alastor eyes widen at that statement, but he continued to gaze at you. Feeling nervous, you looked back down to your hands, "Y-you don't have to answer, I understand you find romance and stuff a hindrance." you said. The two of you were sitting in awkward silence, until you heard his chair scrap across the ground, indicating he had gotten up. You knew it, he was going to leave. You had made him upset.

A hand was placed under your chin, making you look up. Alastor hadn't left, he had only gotten up to get closer to you. "Stand up, my dear." He said to you. Moving slowly, you got up from your chair and stood in front of Al. He continued to look down at you, his eyes flashing crimson. Then he got closer, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "What an adorable request! I must admit, developing relationships with another is still new to me. However! I wouldn't mind forming one with you, my dear. I accept!" He whispered all of this in your ear, causing goosebumps to form. Your eyes got teary, as you hugged him back. After a while, Alastor moved a bit, placing one hand under your chin, and the around your back. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were soft. "Happy Valentines day, my doe." His head moved closer to yours, causing you to slowly shut your eyes, letting his lips press against yours in a soft kiss.

~END~

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[scekrex]

I’ve had this idea for a while and I like your writing so I figured Id ask you! If you don’t like it, please feel free to ignore!! Can we get Lucifer’s reaction to sinner!Adam being with someone who seems to genuinely love and care for him. I always kinda saw Lilith and Eve as people who wasn’t into the idea of being with Adam in a serious manner (Lilith a lot more than Eve) which is why they turned to Lucifer.

I just find the idea of Lucifer seeing someone genuinely care for Adam more than any of Adam’s past lovers really fun. Like, would he be low-key jealous? Would he be happy for Adam (as much as he definitely would not admit it)

I also would find it funny of what Lucifer would think to Adam dating a guy. The first man, progenitor of humanity, Mr. everyone came from these nuts himself, discovering he’s bi waaaay too late into his after-life, and after he becomes a SINNER no less! I can’t help but chuckle about it

Have a nice rest of your day!! ❤️❤️

Okay so this turned into some Adam x male!reader n Lucifer being jealous over reader. Basically one-sided adamsapple. Hope you enjoy, xoxo/p

Part 2

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree

pairing: one-sided adamsapple/Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was a little weird, that the devil had to admit, it was a little weird to see Adam so happy, so relaxed, so lovingly. Ever since the former angel had arrived in hell after Alastor's little demon girl friend had ended him he had been even worse than before. He had constantly insulted the residents of the hotel, whenever there had been the possibility to pick a fight with Charlie, Adam had done exactly that.

And it made Lucifer feel strange.

Adam was laying on the couch, you were laying on top of him - chest to chest - his guitar was gently placed on your back as he played for you. Has Adam ever played for anyone but himself? Lucifer certainly didn't think so. Sure, he had played concerts in heaven, but he had mainly played for himself, for his own entertainment, so that people listened to him had just been a nice bonus. But actively played for someone? No.

And your curious, loving eyes were watching his every move, an adoring smile was on your lips and Lucifer's heart felt heavy at the view. The thought was small but it bloomed in him, the thought that this could have been him, that he could be the one laying on Adam's chest while the first man played for Lucifer instead of a random sinner. It wasn't fair, but Lucifer had already known that. Life - or afterlife - never played fair. Never.

“Dad?” Charlie's soft voice made him tear his eyes from the scene, her hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Are you-” she interrupted herself as soon as she spotted you and Adam and a small sigh escaped her.

Adam played the last chord and then proudly looked down on you, a cocky smile on his lips as you placed a small kiss on his stubbled chin. One of your hands moved to ruffle through his hair and Lucifer suddenly remembered Eden, back when it had been just Adam. Just him and Adam. Those times were long gone though, and the devil knew it, he knew that what they had back then would never return, especially now that Adam had you.

He was thankful that Adam had finally found someone, that he wasn't feeling as miserable anymore and that he actually seemed to try and redeem himself. And yet Lucifer couldn't bring himself to be happy for the first man, not when the person laying on his chest was you instead of him.

The fact that Adam was dating a guy didn't make it easier to deal with though. If you were a girl it would be different for Lucifer, that way he could trick his brain into believing that Adam was straight, that he had no chance anyway. But you weren't a girl and Adam wasn't straight. The possibility had been there, the possibility had been right in his damn hands back in Eden. The bond he and Adam had back then had been special, it had been a connection Lucifer had never felt again in that way. Yet Adam had always denied being queer once his soul arrived in heaven. The image of him kissing your forehead so softly however shed new light on it, Adam didn't deny being bi anymore, he had grown comfortable with it actually. The credit for that went to Angel Dust.

Why you? Why not him? That's a thought that constantly occupied Lucifer's mind. What did you have that he hadn't? The devil didn't know.

Charlie's hand squeezed his shoulder apologetic, she knew. Of course she knew, Lucifer had told her himself after all. He had told her about Eden, back when Adam had been the sweetest creation of God's, right after ducks, that was. A thing Adam had named. Adam had named most of the things, if Lucifer was being honest with himself, it had been his job after all. But when Adam had named ducks, Lucifer had been there, he had been with Adam when the first man had spotted a duck for the first time.

Oh how bittersweet that tasted now.

You looked over, spotting the devil and his daughter as you happily waved them over, Adam simply rolled his eyes in annoyance but remained quiet.

Lucifer tensed up, Charlie however led him over to the two of you.

Oh fuck him.

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[stusbunker]

Spotless: Arpeggio

Chapter Twenty

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Bobby/Annie, Pam/Lee, OFC Gibson, Ash, Benny, Cesar/Jesse, Kevin, Cas, and Charlie

Word Count: 4031

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, recreational drug use, surprise birthday guests, Dean being a giant kid, actually it's everyone, more history and an uh-oh, unbeta'd

A/N: You know how you outline bullet points that you need covered in a chapter and then you write all day long and forget one of the biggest ones until literally the last sentence? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, I can't believe we are TWENTY whole chapters into this beast. Thank you all, so SO much for hanging around. xoxo Stu

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Dean’s morning began with a blow horn blast compliments of Sam, who then received a bitch slap from his very frightened and at odds older brother. 

“Rise and shine, jerk. It’s the last year of your thirties!”

Dean groaned and buried his head beneath the pillows, poorly hiding from anymore horns. “Hephha waaff to wff agy hpp birfay”

“WHAT?! I can’t hear you?!”

Dean flipped Sam off and rolled over. “Helluva way to wish a guy Happy Birthday.”

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s not all.”

He pulled out a bag of the greasiest breakfast burritos from a shop around the corner from Charlies that they had discovered after being up all night gaming, drunk and caffeinated out of their minds. 

“Oh my god, you do love me!” Dean snatched the bag out of Sam’s hand and grabbed a burrito and cradled it to his chest. He looked up at Sam and said fervently, “I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said to you.”

“No you don’t. You’re just hungry. You want me to leave you two alone or should I take it back downstairs where the coffee lives?”

Dean stared down at the warm lump in his hand and honestly considered eating it right away, but Sam was right and scrambled eggs and peppers were not something he wanted to clean off his sheets whenever he found them again after the coming festivities.

“Yeah, thanks, let me grab some clothes and I’ll meet you down there.”

“You got it,” Sam took the burrito back as Dean dropped it into his outstretched hand. 

“No fucking with it now, I know how it’s supposed to be wrapped,” Dean warned with a firm pointer finger.

Sam rolled his eyes and his hair along with them and stalked out of Dean’s room towards the backstairs that led into the kitchen.

They ate breakfast in relative silence, coffee and contemplation and all that. Just two brothers celebrating a year that both of them were worried wouldn’t come. Aging might be a bitch, but it is definitely better than the alternative. And for the Winchester brothers, a blessing they weren’t ever quite sure they deserved.

Charlie and you slinked in just after noon, after Dean and Sam had half-heartedly worked off their breakfasts and showered for the day. You had the most obnoxious balloon cowboy hat for him while Charlie presented him with a ‘birthday prince’ sash that he was under orders to keep on all day.

Dean eyed you both with a simmering shame-twinged annoyance. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. He already got looks when he went out as it was, plus only a douche of a grown man demands strangers acknowledge his birthday that way.

“Guys, come on. I’m not— this is a little ridiculous,” Dean didn’t want to be ungrateful.

You sighed. “Okay, fine, spoilsport. Just let us take a few pictures and you can ditch the hat.”

“Oh! The hat was the best part!” Sam lamented.

“Can it, Sammy,” Dean snipped.

Charlie chuckled. “Okay, but you can totally wear the sash where we’re going, because nobody else will even be there to see you in it, just your friends.”

Dean pursed his lips and looked the redhead in the eye, she wasn’t going to let him win. “Great—- just great.”

Lee and Benny were gonna have a field day with this one.

“Atta boy! Say CHEESE!” Charlie chirped, taking way too many shots and angles with him and his birthday attire.

They hung out and shared a joint, picking at a cheese tray that Sam had pulled out. Sure they had places to be, but that was the beauty of being the guest of honor, everything revolved around Dean-time. And as absolutely narcissistic as that sounded, Dean could get used to that kind of schedule.

The party bus arrived just before two. It was actually the band’s touring bus, which meant it was roomy and stocked to the brim with alcohol and edibles. Bud itself was never left on the bus to dry out. Inside were Benny, Cesar and Jesse, all moderately sober as they were also acting as light security detail for the day. Pam and Lee brought Gibson along, which told Dean wherever they were headed was going to be fun, however wholesome. Madison and Annie were there with Bobby upfront driving ‘The Proud Mary’ as the bus was so lovingly called. And around the table in the small kitchenette were Kevin, Ash and Cas.

Holy shit, Dean had to blink.

He turned around on the stairs and looked at you, who were the only one daring enough to pull this off. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

“What?” You smirked and batted your eyelashes with fake innocence.

Dean looked at you and felt something in his chest crack.  But before he could get overrun by the emotions, gratitude, fear, even anger, Sam cleared his throat.

“In or out, Dean, air’s on.”

Dean nodded and blinked away the awe. “Thank you,” he grunted beneath his breath and turned to the cheers and jeers of his people.

“There he is!”

“Birthday boy!”

“Hey Winchester, I like your do-hickey,” Benny teased.

“It’s a sash, dumbass,” Cesar quipped, flicking the brim of Benny’s cap.

“HAPPY BIRTH-DAY,” Pam started offkey and then everybody joined in. Dean nodded along, faux-conducting and fighting the blush on his cheeks with every out of tune note.

He bowed as the song ended and then griped, “Yeah, okay, enough of that. Let’s get this shit started, shall we?! Uh, Gibson you good to DD on the way home, buddy?”

Everyone laughed.

“UNCLE DEAN! I can’t drive yet.”

“You sure?”

“I’m only six!”

“I don’t know,” Dean said thoughtfully, bending to look the stringbean over. “I think you could pass for seven or eight maybe.”

“Nuh-uh!”

Dean ruffled his hair and pulled him into a hug. “Fine! I’ll let Bobby keep his spot for today, but when you get your license, come talk to me about a job young man,” Dean promised.

Dean eased onto the bus, with you and Sam on his heels until you broke off to find a seat. He nodded and accepted hugs and high fives before he made his way to the table in the back, well that section’s back. The bunks and the bathroom were down a short hallway past the eating area and bar.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming,” Dean said broadly, but his eyes couldn’t stop looking for Cas’.

“Of course, man! Gotta celebrate another trip around the sun,” Ash exclaimed, his hair bouncing with his enthusiasm.

Kevin sniggered as he looked up at Dean and back across to Cas. “You know he’s real and everything.”

“He even speaks,” Cas deadpanned, turning his glare at Kevin.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Happy birthday, Dean.”

Dean felt the lurch of the bus entering traffic and panic resurfaced. “Good to see you. But, uh, we’ll catch up at some point? I gotta,” Dean sputtered and thumbed toward the general direction of the side-by-side seats along one wall.

“Of course,” Cas nodded, but gave Dean a tentative smile. Dean felt lightheaded but he felt better when he had a solid seat underneath his ass. Talk about a mindfuck. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and silently thanked the universe that he agreed to these super secret, group, birthday shenanigans.

The adventure park was suspiciously abandoned, even for a weekend day. But Dean took it as part of the present, no paps, no families with kids too young for school clogging up the Skee Ball lanes or having accidents on the go karts. He was kind of amazed y’all were able to pull this off, but it was far enough away from the busier parts of town that maybe you had scored a good deal. Or maybe Dean didn’t want to think about how much you and Sam and probably Bobby had shelled out for the day.

Even after years of his own success, Dean felt guilty whenever people spent money on him.

“Okay, line up for your wristbands. Everyone gets one, if you run out of tokens, tough luck. Laser Tag and Go Karts are available if we ask, just make sure there’s a big enough group to make up for the staff being pulled to those locations. Pizza will be set out as a buffet at five. I’ll get pitchers of water and soda out in the meantime,” you used a teacher's voice over the rowdy crowd as they beelined out of the bus and up to the gates.

Dean was almost giddy; he was so excited.

You bestowed a lanyard over his head, instead of a wristband. Which meant unlimited tokens for games and a turn in the vortex machine where paper tickets floated around and he was supposed to catch them for prizes. He was banking on letting Gibson take that responsibility, but hadn’t said anything because he knew Pam hated to spoil him, especially on someone else’s birthday. Oh well, being a surrogate Uncle held some leeway afterall.

“First one to the gokarts is a rotten egg!” Ash called out, making everyone turn on their heels and book it through the doors.

Dean laughed at the reversion to grade school taunts, but definitely tripped Sam on his way passed.

Somehow, Bobby and Annie got the first kart, but then again Dean didn’t remember seeing them as you made your little announcement, so they must have had a head start. The line was a mass of people bickering for a turn, which color kart they wanted, or which number if you were Charlie and Kevin. Dean had his shotgun attached at his hip, bouncing on the soles of his feet. But everytime he glanced up and saw Cas talking to Sam or nodding at something Pam said, he had to do a double take.

In all, they filled nearly all the available twelve karts. Dean and Gibson were in number 11, Lee, Benny, Pam, Cas, Ash, Kevin, Cesar, Jesse and Charlie all drove solo. While Sam and Madison, Bobby and Annie paired off. No one could get you in one of those things if they tried, and they all knew better than to try. Which Dean was grateful for, he hated rehashing your shit for other people’s understanding.

They did four lap races for almost an hour, with Dean sneaking past Bobby for the final victory. But everyone (except for Ash and Charlie) had lost count of their stats by the time they got inside to chug some soda and hit the arcade area before dinner.

Dean was sweating, faux satin clinging to his back through his shirts as he polished off a cup of flat cola. But he couldn’t keep the grin off his face long, seeing all of his favorite people milling around, trying to one up each other or just beat one another to a coveted game. It was the stuff of childhood birthdays he had only ever dreamed about, but you had made possible.

Lee held Gibson on his shoulders as they took Sam on at the free throw alleys. Charlie and Madison were playing some kind of shooting game while Kevin and Cesar watched them, obviously impressed by their stances with the fake rifles. It made him think of Jo and Big Buck Hunter for the briefest moment, but he tucked that away and chose to relish in the moment instead. Cas and Jesse were at the air hockey table and Bobby and Ash huddled by the wall of Skeeball machines, not partaking themselves, just watching you as you sank ball after ball into the 300 or better rings.

Dean couldn’t pick what he wanted to do next, so he just watched for a few minutes, soaking in the joy around him.

Eventually, his stomach chose for him. The pizzas were delivered in a tidy row down a side table of every cheap topping option available. There was even a mushroom option, which was probably the only thing close to a vegetable in the place, but it meant Sam couldn’t bitch. Everyone chowed down, standing and sitting in hodgepodge groupings, laughing and debating on what to do next.

Pam was comparing Cas’ and Kevin’s tattoos as Dean approached, paper plate firmly in hand, chewing as he silently butt into the conversation.

“Looks good, I mean, he’d hate them, but you know that would only be for show,” Pam said about the late Rufus.

“Yeah,” Cas agreed, pulling his arm back.

“Crotchety old bastard,” Dean added between bites.

“May he rest in peace,” Pam added, respect and mirth flitted in her eyes.

“So, Cas, how’s the kid and the band and fucking everything?” Pam changed the subject.

“Uh, we’re—- making progress,” Cas said simply, clearly unsure what to do with Dean’s presence. He worried at his lip ring like he always did when he was uncomfortable, but Dean was too damn curious and stubborn to take the hint.

“They’re finding their sound, it’s kind of cool to see it happen. You should go with me sometime to their rehearsals. It’s very organic,” Kevin explained. “It’s like they can sense what the other is thinking and just go for it.”

Dean couldn’t even pretend that that didn’t sting.

He cleared his throat. “So, where do you guys practice?”

“Oh— my place,” Cas said.

The fact that Kevin had been hanging with Cas and getting tattoos was one thing. The fact that he was in on this new band and its budding chemistry all while getting to spend time in Cas’ space was nothing short of getting his knees kicked out.

Not to mention, Cas had barely a townhouse with only one extra bedroom. He always preferred to live simply, as he put it.

“How does that work?”

Pam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, seeing where this was going better than Dean. “Are you a garage band, Cas?”

He just shrugged.

Dean chuckled under his breath. “That’s what you meant by organic,” he said to Kevin.

“Not exactly— that’s part of it, but I don’t know if it’s like some gene thing or a psychic connection. They’re just really good together.”

Pamela inhaled as Dean squinted at Cas, who had gone stock still with Kevin’s words.

“Gene thing?”

“Dean—,” Pamela warned.

“Oh, crap,” Kevin said, realizing too late that Dean was apparently more in the dark than he’d known.

Castiel remained silent, eyes boring into Dean, waiting for the explosion. It made Dean sick to realize that Cas was afraid of him, of his temper, still.

Dean set down his slice of pizza and squared his shoulders, trying to keep it civil. To not be that guy anymore. “Cas, come on man. What’s that about? He some long lost cousin or something?”

“Jack’s my kid, actually.”

Dean sputtered. “Yeah right, nice one.”

Everyone glared at him.

“You’re serious? How? When? I would have fucking noticed if you had actually boned down some chick—- I mean how old is he?”

Cas rolled his eyes and Dean had the sinking sensation that absolutely none of this was his business. But Cas had been his best friend for most of their lives— it was important information to have, even if it was twenty years too late.

Kevin and Pam silently agreed to disappear, but Dean couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. They were there and then they were gone.

“Dean,” Cas chastised.

“No— I deserve to know. I mean, what the hell? A kid?”

Cas raised his eyebrow, the one with the damn ring in it and Dean wanted, not for the first time, to yank it out.

“Kind of like I— like we deserved to know you were in an underground fighting ring? Like you had some sort of deathwish pact with a pimp and a known murderer?”

Dean felt an icy chill run down his spine, his hands instantly turned to fists and he had to breathe to keep the rage at bay. But his chest was so tight and the shame had become worms in his stomach. He wasn’t going to puke at his own birthday party, not from something as pathetic as his own mistakes. Alcohol would have been an easier taste in his mouth.

The party continued around them, but Dean didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

Cas seemed to register that and looked down at his boots before meeting Dean’s eye once more. “Dean, I’m sorry— that— that was uncalled for.” 

Dean swallowed down the bile and exhaled.

He unclenched his fists, shaking them slightly to feel something other than overwhelming emotion, the kind he’d need a few sessions with Missouri to even name.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean grunted, head down as he got himself together.

“Dean— we should talk, but I can’t really explain myself in front of everyone.”

Dean hummed.

“It’s just— I think there’s a lot we never got off our chests and it only made the last couple of years harder— on both of us.”

“It seems like everyone else already knows your business, Cas. Just kind of sucks to be the last to know.”

Cas nodded, eyes still tight, still on guard.

“But I guess the way I was— kind of makes sense. I didn’t deserve to know.”

Cas’ face softened. “Dean— that’s not. Let’s not, right now. Later. Okay?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Dean inched around the corner, weapon drawn and head on a swivel. He couldn’t see much, but endless nooks for the enemy to hide. The arena was dark, out of necessity, but it only added to the adrenaline pumping through him. Dean nodded to his teammate and they spun around the next edge, fingers on their triggers as they stood back to back. 

He really wished they had communication between the other members of Green Team, but that was just rich people thinking for a family entertainment center. It wasn’t like they were storming the beaches of Normandy here.

Something moved in his periphery but before Dean could turn you shot behind him, getting Kevin square in the chest. You both watched as Kevin fell dramatically to the floor, one down, five more to go.

“Nice shot,” Dean said out of the corner of his mouth.

“I feel like that was too easy,” you replied, searching the area while you whispered.

“Might have been a scout,” Dean agreed.

“Yeah, but—” 

He felt you shift behind him and he rounded to cover you, but Benny was already there, a near wall of guns behind him. 

“It was a fire fight!” Ash screamed out of his spot above them, taking Charlie out with the distraction.

You kept your body turned, lessening their target and fired without even blinking, but Sam had height on you and you ended up taking each other out. Dean, unable to make a shot connect, cursed, turned tail, and ran, ducking down a ladder and trying to loop back on Benny and Pam.

Three down to his team’s one, that he knew of, still good odds.

But then he saw Jesse sitting with his back against a wall, clearly down. Dean needed to find Cas and Cesar yesterday. Or they wouldn’t be able to call it in their favor. He crouched down and checked his back, without you to watch his six he felt extra exposed, though he kept to the edges, using the shadows to his advantage.

He heard whispering and he immediately hit the deck, rolling until he was flush with wall length-wise. But the voices stopped about ten feet away, either on the level above him or around the corner out of sight. Dean waited, gun drawn and senses on overdrive.

The telltale electronic chime of a chest plate activating sounded off and the voices turned from whispers to shouts of shock. Someone had gotten Pam. 

Which meant that Lee and Benny were the only ones left from Sam’s team.

And Lee was alone looking to the rafters from the sounds of it.

Dean army-crawled around the corner and got Lee from underneath, his cackle of victory the only way Lee even knew he was there.

“You sonofabitch!” Lee griped, helping Dean up before disappearing to the land of misfit toys, aka following Pam to the nearest exit.

Cesar appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and nodded Dean back to the rest of the team. Cas and Ash were still alive and kicking, strategizing on how to find or draw out Benny. But before Dean could turn and let Cesar back into the huddle, his chest piece crackled to life: Benny had shot him in the back.

Dean waved him off, trying to catch up with Benny’s trail, as Ash and Cas flanked him widely. They tried to cast a broad net, but instead they left too much space and Benny wound around them and took Ash out without Dean or Cas even seeing him.

Dean looked at Cas and Cas nodded, doubling back and letting Dean take point. 

It felt like hours, but really it only took maybe five more minutes of creeping around the obstacles in the center of the arena for Dean to catch sight of Benny. His sturdy frame ducked behind a pillar as Dean slowly followed. But he was too slow, because Benny had spun around and had his gun on Dean’s back plate before Dean could move.

“Bang bang,” Benny taunted, but he didn’t pull the trigger. He wanted Dean to surrender, but that wouldn’t do anything unless… Benny didn’t know Cas was still out there.

Dean held up his arms, but he didn’t drop his weapon.

“Alright, cher, nice and easy,” Benny coaxed Dean to turn face him.

“You got me,man,” Dean huffed, playing it up.

“Well, even the Birthday Prince loses sometimes.”

Then Benny’s chest flashed to life.

“What the—”

“And sometimes they still win,” Cas’ deadpan interrupted Benny’s surprise.

“Nice one, Cas!” Dean held up his hand for a high five, but Cas just cocked his head as the overheads snapped on, blinding them all in sudden light.

It wasn’t the first time that Dean thought Cas had some super-human senses. And he was happy to think that it probably wasn’t the last time either. Not anymore.

*

Everything considered, Gibson won the day. Every single adult, even Kevin, forked over the prize tickets they had wracked up on their wristbands for Gibson to exchange for a four foot long stuffed dog from some show or another. Dean fist bumped him and helped him carry the thing back onto the bus. But before Dean could haul himself up the first step, Sam pulled him back to the curb.

“Here— don’t say I never got you anything.” Sam handed him a massive rainbowed Slinky.

“Holy shit! I didn’t even see that! This is awesome,” Dean geeked out. “Thanks, man.”

Sam just shook his head and grinned.

Everyone got back on the bus and started in on the adult beverages as you sorted the tab and made sure everything was alright with the staff. Dean sat on his hands, forcing himself not to run back in and add on his own tip. He really did trust you, but some habits were hard to break. 

“Ready?” Dean heard Bobby ask you before cranking the door shut.

The bus rumbled off the curb and into the neverending traffic of the city at night. But they had everything they could possibly need on board. And when you sat down in the spot beside him, Dean couldn’t think of a single thing that could make his birthday any better.

He looked over at you and smiled, soft, just a hint of it on his lips, trying to keep himself from saying something stupid. You rolled your eyes and smiled back. And yeah, today might have been one for the books. But there were still chapters left unwritten between you two and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wait anymore to find out what they’d said.

Then his phone rang. “Dean? Happy birthday! How did you want to go celebrate?”

It was Bela.

He had completely forgotten to invite Bela.

And apparently, somehow, so had you.

Fuck.

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#spotless series #dean winchester fanfiction #dean/reader #dean/bela #slow burn #rockstar au #fake dating #dean fluff #dean angst

[qwertycake]

piktober day thirteen: “rubber cutie”

should i have drawn charlie? yes. but alas. it is not meant to be.

also happy friday the thirteenth xoxo

based on this prompt list by u/crazy-weirdpickel555

#piktober #pikmin #pikmin 4 #doodles #digital fanart

[the-brat-prince-1760]

Did you love Claudia?

Lestat here.

I think that it is important to note that I saw fragments of myself in Claudia as it just so happens, and for a time, I did feel protective over her. But I also know that I was not the kindest to Louis nor Claudia at times.

I'm really not sure because I now know that she orchestrated a whole plot to murder me, and if Louis wasn't still in love with me, she probably would have succeeded.

I often look back at the early days with a bittersweet feeling because the more I look retrospectively, the more I see that she was never truly happy after a certain point in time, I believe it may be the Charlie incident. (and I know I was a catalyst in all of this, I'm not excusing anything that I have done in the past)

I feel as though Claudia and I only butted heads as often as we did solely because we were very similar to one another. I have seen some people use the quote "like mother like daughter" to describe us, and despite the fact I do not identify as a mother figure, I feel that it encapsulates us well.

So to sum up and answer your question: my feelings certainly changed towards Claudia, and for a brief time, I feel that I did love her. I know she meant more to Louis, as she was seen through his eyes as a sister, but I grew to like her, for a fleeting moment at the very least.

I think my reaction towards Claudia and Louis at that time is also a deep regret of mine.

Lestat out. xoxo

#the real lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt asks #lestat de lioncourt #iwtvampire #vampire #vampires #send me asks #ask me anything anon #the vampire louis #the vampire claudia #the vampire chronicles #vampire chronicles

[carewyncromwell]

So I recently did the Valentine’s Ball TSLQ...and yeah, since I don’t see the plot as strictly canon for Carewyn (she seriously is more a side player, singing music for the event rather than actively organizing it and getting a date for it), I decided to just have her go with one of her close friends for it for the gameplay, just like I did with the Spring Festival I played recently. 

Even if the sidequest’s plot isn’t really canon for Carewyn...here’s some fun stuff from it anyway! 

LMAO, Penny, there is only ONE possible answer for the music-loving Mama Bear to choose. 

Some of the songs Carewyn ends up singing for this “woodland-fairytale-themed” event include Once Upon a Dream from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, Greensleeves, and Some Enchanted Evening from South Pacific. 

But yes, the outfits Andre designed this time around were pretty awful and don’t suit Carewyn in the least bit (that dress is WAY too revealing for her and those cropped black suit pants with the white socks and black shoes?? Ew! Just...ew!)...so I instead chose a white dress I won for Carewyn’s wardrobe during a prized event, so as to partially evoke the “Peach Dress” I headcanoned Andre making for his personal dress-up doll Carewyn, which resembles the ballgown Sarah Williams wears in Labyrinth. (For Carey-bear is a big David Bowie fan and introduced the movie to Andre because great costumes!!)

And as for Carewyn’s “date” in game...after hearing her friend Jae express such interest in the event and the music and dancing early on, Carewyn decided to hang out with him!

Jae and Carewyn in a lot of ways are complete opposites, right down to house placement...but Jae, like Talbott, Duncan, and her brother Jacob, really encourages the “wry banter” out of Carewyn. Plus Jae, out of a lot of the other “date” options, seemed the most casual about this whole thing, which is fine by Carewyn, since this event would be set in her seventh year, and therefore post-Vaults, so she would totally have only gone to the Ball to spend time with her friends. 

And yeah, after singing for a while, it was fun to let loose with her fellow Circle of Khanna members on the dance floor for a bit. Even Talbott, Chiara, Badeea, and Merula really got into it!  But damn it, where’s Charlie, Liz, Diego, and Ben -- Carewyn would want to spend time with them too!! 😣

I’m done having to be the hero saving the day...I’m just here to spend time with my friends, and just be happy. That’s all I ever really wanted, when I thought of coming here. 

Yay Jae and Carewyn huggles! X3 I kind of like the idea of this being toward the end of the event, when Jae tells Carewyn that he’s going to take the plunge and put a down payment on buying his own restaurant (something Carewyn’s always encouraged, even if Jae hasn’t shared it with much of anyone else!!) and gives her a “thank you” hug for all of her unwavering support in chasing that dream. Damn it, now I want to draw these two as adults, the way I did for Carewyn with Talbott and Tonks!! I love their friendship so much!! 

Hope you all have a lovely evening! Much love! xoxo

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #gameplay #carewyn cromwell #jae kim

[ogden-narrator]

Once the party was well underway and people were starting to head out, Tri Delta pledges dressed as cupids began delivering everyone their anonymous roses, the notes all in sealed envelopes, attached to the rose with the recipient's name on the outside.

TO: SASSA FISKE

@sassa-fiske

hope u get laid this valentine's day- you really need it. xoxo, cupid

Happy Valentine's day from your secret admirer — the one that knows more than you think. Enjoy the week while it lasts, you never know what kind of karma might come bite you in the ass.  Yours truly,  a certain blonde. 

You might not be worth pretty words Even with such a pretty face.  But damn if you hadn’t been you and I, me Who knows what we’d be

May things get better soon. Happy Valentine’s Day.

roses are red, you tried your best link and charlie can surely attest i know you're not actually a snitch so next time leave the blackmail to me, bitch

#the go-getter girl #ogdenvalentines

[l0st-l0ser]

You have been on my mind. Heavily.

I’m really tired and stoned while I’m typing this, so I’m sorry if I ramble. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense. But you understand me. well… you understood me years ago but I’m sure you still understand me to this day. Lol.

I went back and read all of our Facebook messages, all of your tumblr posts, and I even found some pictures of us. I even said hi to you on messenger but never got a response.

Do you remember in the beginning when we first started hanging out, the night at your apartment when we got stupid stoned and were taking pictures? We look stupid happy and stupid young in the pictures lol. But it was a great memory. I always wonder what would have happened if you never moved out of that place.

So much has changed in life since we’ve stopped talking and being friends. It’s so weird that we are strangers. It literally blows my mind. I feel like I’m a totally different person but also still the same if that makes any sense. I always wonder how you’re doing and how your life is turning out.

Do you remember the time when I was crying over how cute Charlie was? He was the cutest kitten. And he’s still a cute cat. He’s so fat and so fluffy. You’d love him. Can you believe he will be 11 this year? You went with me to pick him up and we got him stoned on the car ride home lol.

Looking back at our memories, I realized that we laughed a lot. Like a lot a lot. We were always so connected, always present in the moments, and we had fun.

I went to Costco the other day. Right by Titus. So of course I did a drive by. I’m pretty sure I saw you. It was crazy how just seeing your face for a split second as I was driving by caused a huge wave of emotions to come over me. Good emotions though. I miss laughing with you. I miss being friends with you.

Anyways, it’s like 1am and I have to be up at 5am for work so I should probably try and sleep lol. I truly hope that you’re doing well and that you’re happy.

xoxo - Rebecca

[ljsstories]

Chapter Twelve: Five Million Views

Receiving an answer to his message had Jensen all giddy, he felt foolish but on cloud nine all in one go. She'd even ended the message with "Love Jane" and a kiss! He was happy to hear that Mrs Thomson's surgery went well, he already knew that through Eliza but it meant more coming from Jane. As soon as he got Jane's message, he answered her back straight away...well almost straight away, he'd typed and deleted so many times, just trying to get it right. Eventually he went with something simple but heartfelt.

*That's great news Jane, always know that I'm thinking of you every day and I'm here if you need me no matter what time! I'm always here! All my love, J xoxo*

After he'd sent it, he instantly regretted putting all my love, but then he thought about how he really felt...he really did wish her all his love so what was wrong with that? Nothing, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it, even if there was then he could always ask Eliza about it. He hated to admit it but being in touch with little sis had worked out quite well for him, they both got something out of it; he got to hear about Jane without scaring her away and Eliza got to chat with her heartthrob and be the envy of every River Monster fan on the planet. It was a win win situation for everyone involved, including Jane who didn't have to speak to him at all if she didn't want to...but he secretly hoped that she would.

It was the first night of his American tour and he was already wishing it was over. He had this urge to be with Jane, but that wasn't practical nor was it appropriate, he just yearned to see her again. Juliet had talked Jensen into allowing Jonah to come along with them as he was at a loose end, she felt sorry for him but Jensen wasn't there yet. Juliet had assured him that if Jonah stepped a toe out of line he was getting an Uber back home immediately. As he prepared for a big show at L.A.'s Hollywood Bowl, Jonah was showing off to Ian, Jensen's driver, who as a Scotsman was not the least bit impressed. He called him a tool behind his back and it made Jensen laugh, he knew he shouldn't, but Jonah was trying so hard to be cool that it kind of served him right. From the corner of his eye, he saw Charlie the Sweater Boy approach him nervously, there was still an atmosphere every time they sat down together and talked, besides Jensen knew that he must have been the one that instigated the intervention at the restaurant trying to find out about those mysterious ten days. Why was Sweater Boy so interested anyway? Whatever it was that piqued his curiosity, it gave Jensen an uneasy feeling. "Ah, J-Jensen I...we really should..." Before Charlie boy could get the rest of his sentence out a tiny voice echoed around the backstage area, calling out what sounded like his name.

"Hensaaaaaaan!!!" Jensen would know that adorable little voice anywhere, as he turned in the direction it was coming from, he could see Dexter Maloney and his sweet family coming towards him. Running in front was Keira, she was giggling hysterically with her tiny arms outstretched heading straight for him.

"Hey cutie!" He bent down and threw out his own arms to catch her as her little blonde pigtails wiggled on either side of her perfect face and those aqua blue eyes she got from her father sparkled with sheer joy. Sweater Boy slinked back into the shadows, pushing those glasses of his up his nose. Good riddance, he wasn't in the mood for him right now.

"Hensan, we came to see you pwaaaaaaay!" Hugging Keira softly as her parents and younger brother caught up to them, he couldn't help but smile.

"You did? Aww that's awesome! I feel so much better now! I was so nervous but now I'm not, I'm great now you're here!" As Keira wriggled from his embrace, she turned to her mother who was holding baby Luke.

"Hensan, dis is my baby brother Lukey!" She exclaimed proudly with her hands on her hips. Jensen stood up and gazed at the gorgeous little boy in Lainie Maloney's arms, the last time he'd seen Dexter Luke had just been born, now he was nine months old and had a head of fluffy brown hair just like his daddy.

"He's beautiful Keira!" Looking from Dexter to Lainie, he added "He really is, guys congrats!" Dexter patted him on the back and grinned, he was such a lucky guy.

"It'll be you soon dude, no doubt about it!" Jensen wished! He'd be lying if he said he never thought about being a father, it preyed on his mind a lot. He even wondered what his kids would look like, especially now Jane was in his heart. What would their kids look like?

"Hey and congrats on the wedding! You kept that one quiet huh?" Dexter blushed and fiddled with his wedding ring, obviously getting used to it being there.

"Yeah, it was a spur of the moment thing, just immediate family, but hey we're planning on having a party for all our friends and you're most definitely invited. I mean, your little girlfriend here would kill me if you weren't!" Dexter chuckled and gazed down at his daughter, it was true that she was smitten with Jensen and had told him on numerous occasions that she was going to marry him when she grew up. Jensen knew for a fact that as soon as Keira grew up, Dexter was going to lock her away and never allow her to date, he'd said as much the moment she was born it was hilarious. Ashton, Dexter's older brother, had once told him that Dex was a womaniser in college, he went through his fair share of girls while studying his Fine Arts degree so no wonder he didn't want his daughter to ever date. He knew what boys could be like and Jensen didn't blame him, he felt that way about his big sister. He still wasn't stuck on the idea of Juliet dating Sweater Boy, not knowing his agenda made Jensen wary of him. "Anyway, good luck tonight! Big venue my friend, looking forward to seeing all of your performance as a fan and not at the side of the stage for once. I'm proud of you man, I admire you too, there's no way I could ever go solo! You're killin' it though; you always were prepared to take risks that paid off! You're fearless, it's something I always envied in you!" That meant a lot to Jensen, especially from someone like Dexter Maloney, his so-called rival. Lainie suddenly patted him on the arm and smiled broadly at him.

"Jensen good luck for tonight, although you don't need it. I'm afraid I have to sit this one out, I'm going back to our hotel to feed this little one but Kee is armed and ready for your show!" She nodded down to her daughter who was now proudly holding a huge pair of candy pink headphones for protecting her little ears during the concert.

"Oh that's...thanks for coming Lainie, I really appreciate it!" Lainie gave him a small peck on the cheek then turning to her new husband she gave him a much more lingering kiss on the lips. Jensen was so envious of them; they were so in love and seemed extremely happy. As she headed for the exit carrying young Luke who flapped a chubby baby hand at him in a goodbye gesture, Keira tugged on the leg of his jeans and looked up at him with another gorgeous giggle.

"Hensan, my favewit song is Jane!" Jensen felt a smile form on his lips as this beautiful little girl uttered Jane's name.

"It is? Well maybe I'll sing it just for you, how does that sound?" Keira wrapped her arms around his leg and shouted yay repeatedly as Dexter scooped her up and held her in his arms.

"Right Kee Bee, let's go and find our seats, yeah?" Keira shoved a tiny fist in the air and nodded in agreement with her dad, "I'll see you out there my friend! As my lovely wife said, good luck but you really do not need it!" Dexter shook Jensen's hand and made his way to the front of the stage with Keira in his arms, still holding those chunky headphones with pride.

The butterflies in his stomach turned into a bag of rocks rolling around in there making him feel nauseous, trying not to take in the magnitude of people in that large venue he stood in front of that one, solitary microphone in the middle of the stage as the heat from some of the lights made him sweat a little but the cool outdoor breeze calmed him slightly. He said a few things to the audience that seemed to go down well while scanning the faces at the front of the crowd, who were all standing despite having perfectly good seats to sit on, for Dex and Keira. There she was, sitting on top of her daddy's shoulders wearing her headphones looking as adorable as ever and waving her little arms in the air. Those rocks disappeared and he strummed his guitar as the first line of Lost Cause flowed from his mouth with ease, all thanks to an almost three year old child who thought he hung the moon and the stars. "Found myself in a wasteland, of destruction and despair, thought I would never make it, then suddenly you were there, a tiny little light in the darkness, an angel without wings, could you be the one to save me, can you fix my broken strings..."

About half an hour into his set, the crowd loving his performance so far, Jensen's eyes were never far away from that small figure sitting above everyone else. Between songs he ran to the side of the stage and called for Ian, who was always around, and asked him a huge favour. "Dude I need you to get Keira up here for me, will you go and find her? You know, the sweet little girl I was with earlier?" Ian nodded and gave him the usual answer of yes boss and disappeared. Jensen managed to get one more song in, before Ian brought Keira onto the stage holding her hand that was completely lost in his enormous paw. She was tugging on one of her pigtails under those headphones with the most adorable, bashful expression across her face. Ian handed her over to Jensen who hunkered down to face her as he took her hands in his. "Hey beautiful! Did you like me singing Jane?" Keira nodded shyly with her chin pressed down against her chest, her head pointed towards the stage floor, "Well, how would you like to sing with me up here? Huh? Would you like that?" She nodded again but this time a small smile crept onto her tiny lips as she uttered something the crowd couldn't hear. Jensen pointed his microphone towards her and said, "What do you wanna sing sweetie?"

"Baby Shark!" The crowd all went aww in unison as Jensen sat down on the stage, crossed his legs and played the first few chords of Baby Shark, handing the mic to Keira he let her sing, completely out of tune, to her heart's content this annoying song kids were going crazy over lately as his fans clapped in time to his guitar. Keira received more cheers than Jensen ever had that night as she jumped up and down with glee, poor Keira, she was tone deaf bless her! That must have gone down so well with daddy Dex, maybe her singing voice would blossom as she got older, she was just a toddler after all and she was thoroughly enjoying herself up there with him. Jensen remained at her level on the stage floor and began to strum again.

"Okay, this song is for you because you're my favourite person in the whole world...no...the whole universe!" Keira giggled and covered her mouth with her stubby little hands as she bounced on her heels with excitement. Jensen sang You Are My Sunshine, never taking his eyes off of this beautiful child who adored him, she and the fans sang along and out of the corner of his eye he spotted Dexter Maloney at the side of the stage giving him the thumbs up. When the song was finished he stood up, abandoning his precious guitar and scooped Keira up in his arms, she squeezed hers around his neck and nuzzled into his shoulder, it made his heart swell. Looking into her eyes he said into the microphone, "Don't you break my heart now! Cuz you are my sunshine Keira Maloney!" Her sweet face with that grin, those baby teeth peeking out from behind her teeny lips, she was so perfect. Jensen yearned for his own, it overwhelmed him, looking at this child brought tears to his eyes...good tears...but he was shocked at how much emotion Keira brought out of him. He wanted one, it wasn't until that very moment that he realised he so desperately wanted to be a father! As he put Keira back down, her dad briefly took to the stage to collect her as Jensen's fans chanted his name, they shook hands and Dexter winked, pulling him into earshot.

"Dude, you totally nailed it tonight! I'm so fucking proud of you my friend!" Patting his back, as the crowd went wild over the two rock stars bonding onstage, Dex took hold of Keira's hand and they left Jensen there alone to finish what had been a very successful evening. Still in the back of his mind was Jane, at that very moment in time all he wanted was to hold her and be with her even though that was impossible, he yearned for her just as much as he yearned for a child of his own...only he knew that he wouldn't be satisfied with just any woman being the mother...he wanted it to be Jane! All he wanted was Jane...and their baby...he just knew that only then he would feel complete!

***

The day after Monica's surgery, the family all headed to Crosshouse Hospital to see her. When they arrived she had been moved to another ward and it took a couple of tries to find her. Eventually they did and she was in a private room again, fast asleep. Eliza tried to wake her but she was deeply under, having only ever received a general anaesthetic once before when she was a small child to remove her tonsils, it was understandable that she would be out of sorts. After a few minutes they were asked outside into the hall to have a small chat with one of the nurses in the ward, ending up explaining that their mother wasn't a bad person. "She was quite sarcastic when she arrived, we have to ask patients questions like what is their date of birth, do they know what year it is, to which she said yes but wouldn't tell us and do they know where they are and she said Bedlam!"

"I know I may sound biased, but my mum is a very nice person! She was a nurse so she has the utmost respect for anyone in the medical profession." The nurse nodded and smiled, accepting Jane's biased opinion. It must have been the morphine that was making Monica act so out of character. While they were there, sitting for two hours waiting for her to wake up and acknowledge them, a doctor came around to go over the procedure and what had happened with them. Monica opened her eyes and stared at the doctor talking, nodded in agreement to whatever she was saying and promptly fell unconscious again. Eliza let out a little giggle as Jane shot a look in her direction, but she ended up laughing along with her younger sister, it was quite funny despite the seriousness of the whole situation. The doctor told them to go home and come back the next day as their mother wasn't going to be very talkative today and would probably sleep the whole time.

When they visited the next day, they were asked to wait outside of Monica's room as the nurses attended to her. Jane heard one of them saying "Now Monica, your family is here to see you. Any more of that and we'll have to get you a swear jar!" Jane and Eliza chuckled at one another, that was so out of character for their mother, she didn't really swear as a rule...well at least at strangers, her family were fair game. When they were finally permitted entry to her room, Jane and Eliza told the nurses as much as they left but luckily they were taking everything in good humour. As soon as she saw her family, Monica shouted out to them.

"Oh thank God!" she exclaimed and closed her eyes with a relieved expression.

"What's the matter mum?" Jane took her hand, terrified that there was bad news, but her mother just looked from her father to Eliza and then to her.

"I thought you'd abandoned me!"

"Mum we came by yesterday but you were so out of it, the doctor told us just to go home and come back today!"

"Well nobody told me!" She replied hysterically, as if there was some sort of conspiracy going on. She leaned over towards Jane and whispered, "Someone is drugging me!" Looking terrified as her big eyes bulged out of her skinny little head.

"No mum, they're not! You've got a button there that you can press if you feel sore, it's got morphine in it. Are you sore mum?"

"No, someone keeps pressing it and knocking me out!" Jane tried not to laugh, her mum was definitely behaving out of character and it was amusing rather than alarming due to the strength of medication involved. "I haven't touched it Janey, I haven't!"

"Okay mum, it's okay!" She stroked her mum's hand as Eliza and Ricky stood awkwardly on the side lines, again leaving everything for Jane to deal with.

"Thank God you're here! They've taken my glasses! Where are my things? My glasses, they're gone!" Ricky piped up that he would go and ask about Monica's belongings as both their daughters stood on either side of her bed, trying to soothe her. "I kept asking about you and nobody said anything, I really thought you'd left me here! I didn't think I'd ever see you again!" She squeezed both Eliza and Jane's hands, looking completely shell shocked.

"You know we'd never do that mum! We're here every day and yesterday was no different. The nurse told us she'd tell you we were here!" Jane spoke softly to her mother as Eliza found the whole situation rather entertaining.

"They told me nothing! Nothing!" Monica shook her head erratically as Jane looked over at Eliza, giving her a disapproving glower as she snickered quietly. Ricky came back in carrying her bags and a brown envelope containing her glasses, Jane unfolded them and placed them gently on her mother. "Oh that's better I can see you all! So it actually is you!"

"Of course it is, we're all here Monica love!" Ricky tutted and plopped himself down on a nearby chair as if the journey from the nurses' station to the room was a marathon that had tired him out. They spent a couple of hours with Monica and promised they would be back later that night, as they passed the nurses they discussed her uncharacteristic behaviour and the fact that she was convinced she was being drugged. The nurses told them that Monica was medicating herself, mistaking the morphine button for the call button, just as Jane thought, she was not being drugged. They thanked them and headed home to rest before the evening visit.

Back home, Eliza was doing her usual internet scrolling when suddenly she let out a high pitched squeal that sounded like eek! Jane was trying to relax on the couch in the front room but with her sister next to her it was not possible. "What is it now?" Jane sighed and rubbed her eyes irritably.

"Have you seen this?" Eliza shoved her phone down into Jane's face almost blinding her as she attempted to sit up.

"I can't see chuff all with you burning my eyeballs!" Jane took the phone from her and focused on the screen; it was a five minute amateur video of a concert. She could make out a male figure sitting on the ground with a small child standing next to him swaying her little body from side to side while holding a huge microphone to her mouth. On closer inspection and turning the volume up, Jane realised that the male was Jensen sitting with this little girl who was singing that irritating Baby Shark song completely out of tune. As Jensen played his guitar with the goofiest smile on his face, gazing lovingly at this child, Jane eventually recognised her as Dexter Maloney's daughter Keira. She looked like she was on cloud nine as the crowd cheered for her and Jensen told her that he was going to sing a song just for her making her look and feel like the most important person at the show. Eliza was bobbing up and down beside her making the couch feel like a bouncy castle.

"Isn't it just the most adorable thing you've ever seen? Isn't he great with her? It's gone totally viral overnight! It's hit five million fucking views on YouTube, can you believe it?" Eliza seemed just as excited as Dexter's little girl; Jane watched Jensen sing You Are My Sunshine with his eyes fixed on Keira the whole time. She had to agree with Eliza, it was the most adorable thing she'd ever seen and he was great with her. No wonder this video had gone viral, it was shot by a fan who was at the Hollywood Bowl, when Jensen had finished and the crowd were screaming, he picked up Keira and told her in that beautiful voice of his, "Don't you break my heart now! Cuz you are my sunshine Keira Maloney!" as her dad appeared on the stage and shook his hand. Jane's heart felt warm inside her body and her cheeks flushed, once again Jensen Reed had proved he wasn't the man she loathed two years ago, he was a decent human being. She handed Eliza her phone back and smiled awkwardly.

"That was nice."

"Nice? NICE? Oh come on Janey it was amazeballs! Aren't you even a little impressed? Now you know he's good with kids too!" Jane shrugged and focused on the floor, avoiding any eye contact with her sister. "Is that really all you have to say?" Jane didn't answer, "Och you're insane, you know that?" Eliza huffed and hoisted herself out of the comfortable cocoon she had created in the large cushions of their couch and stomped off in disgust. Of course it was amazing, of course he was amazing, but what did it matter what she thought? Five million other people thought it too! As she proceeded to her bedroom she could hear Eliza babbling away on her phone to someone but she chose not to take any notice of the topic of conversation or who the person was on the other end, she was just tired. Having to venture out again tonight, even though the hospital was only five minutes away by car, was just not something Jane was looking forward too. She was sick of that hospital; she was there for four to six hours a day and it was driving her crazy. She had a couple of hours before they had to go back so she planned on lying down for an hour then shoving a pizza in the oven for dinner. Cooking for her dad and sister was tiring her out too, plus she had taken over washing duties and the shopping, it seemed as if she did everything. Was this what her mother's life was like?

"Do you want a fish supper from the chippy Janey?" Her father's voice suddenly erupted from behind her as Daisy the Labrador bounded through the hall towards her water bowl in the kitchen. Ricky had been out walking the dog to clear the cobwebs and Jane was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she never heard either of them come in.

"Yes that would be good, means I don't have to cook." Ricky nodded and threw the dog's lead over a hook on the coat rack next to the door.

"Right, I'll go up in about an hour then. Where's your sister?"

"She's in her room on the phone." Ricky shook his head and half smiled.

"She'll be updating the boy!"

"Who dad?" Jane squinted her eyes as if that would help her think more clearly or understand who he was talking about.

"You know, your man...eh...what's his name?" He scratched his fingers in amongst his greying, curly raven hair and looked down at the carpet like he was searching for the answer in the fibres. "He was here not long ago..."

"Jensen?" Ricky looked up and thrust a pointed index finger at her.

"That's it, Jensen! She phones him quite a bit, he's been asking about your mum, nice lad!" The conversation ended abruptly there as he made his way to Eliza's door and wrapped his knuckles twice on it calling out her name and not waiting for an invitation, disappearing into the room as Jane heard his muffled voice addressing her sister who was none too pleased at having her phone conversation interrupted. Jane left them to it and called to Daisy to come upstairs with her, Daisy was 12 years old and struggling a little with the stairs but Jane would lift her back end and let her use her front legs to climb up. Daisy was Monica's Christmas present but she had chosen Jane as her person when she was a tiny puppy, it had put her mum's nose out of joint but when a pet chose their person there really wasn't much you could do about it. Jane lifted Daisy onto the bed and lay down beside her, stroking her soft hairy back and telling her what a pretty girl she was. Daisy rewarded her with a lick on the nose. Thinking about Eliza talking to Jensen at that very moment gave her a flutter in her chest, it would be roughly nine in the morning over in Los Angeles, surely he'd be sleeping in after his successful show the night before? Or was he such a workaholic that he didn't sleep? He slept plenty when he was with her at the cottage, but he was going through withdrawals at the time, maybe he was so overworked back then that he needed all the sleep he could get. Thinking about this completely random detail helped her to drift off to sleep for a while, only waking up when her dad knocked on her door telling her that her fish supper was here.

Jensen was all over social media and the spotlight was shining positively down upon him after his collaboration with little Keira Maloney. It was everywhere, every platform online and even on the evening news. Eliza was lapping it up and singing Baby Shark under her breath while shoving chips in her mouth and doing a seated wiggly dance in her chair. Jane wasn't sure if Eliza actually knew she was singing, but she seemed happy enough and considering what they were going through at that moment, she allowed her sister to just let go and relax. Jane envied her, she wanted to feel a bit of happiness, but not even Jensen serenading an adorable toddler on stage could lift her spirits. She wondered if she would ever be happy again, she felt like she was being punished for the bad thing she did. Was this her karma? If it was, then why make her mother suffer? Why not torture Jane directly? Because this was far more karmic, watching her mother die was fitting punishment for her actions. She wasn't sure if she believed that or not, somehow though a small part of her still felt like she should pay for what she did to Jensen Reed and since confessing to the police was a disaster, how exactly was she supposed to do that? After their dinner, the family cleaned up and put on their coats, heading out for the evening visit and to see if Monica was feeling more like herself.

Monica was indeed a bit perkier, but still not making much sense. When Jane told her about her confusion over the buttons around her bed, she let out a little oops and laughed softly, looking down at the morphine button with amusement. They stayed for an hour before Monica fell asleep, giving the family another early night. Eliza did seem happy, maybe it had been the phone call with her heartthrob earlier, or maybe it was the change in their mother. Jane wanted Eliza to be happy, she was far too young to have to deal with this whole thing, it wasn't fair. They had grown closer during this time; Eliza was no longer nasty to her and was now treating her like a proper human being. Jane was enjoying this new relationship with her little sister; it was the kind of relationship she had always wanted. As she lay beside her upstairs in her bed once again, Eliza brought up the ever present Jensen Reed. "So I phoned Jensen and told him how mum was, he was tired but he thanked me for keeping him informed. You should give him a ring sometime, he'd like that." No way in hell, Jane thought to herself, that was not going to happen.

"So he'll be really pleased with the video thing!" Jane mumbled nonchalantly as she felt Eliza moving beside her, making the bed dip slightly.

"Yeah, all he could go on about was how cute Dexter Maloney's wee girl was. Then he told me to tell you that he's thinking of you and that he meant what he said in his last message. What did he say?"

"Oh I can't remember..." Jane lied, trailing off with a yawn. Always know that I'm thinking of you every day and I'm here if you need me no matter what time! I'm always here! There was a brief silence before Eliza spoke again.

"Janey?" Another silence, Jane wasn't sure whether she should speak, but then Eliza continued, her voice almost a whisper, "Did you mean what you said when you told me Jensen didn't like me?" Jane felt her cheeks burn with guilt; she'd forgotten all about that. Well she'd lied so many times before, why stop now, besides Jensen's feelings must have changed now they were all buddy-buddy over the phone.

"Liza I was just embarrassed about the whole him showing up at my door thing that I would say anything to get rid of you. Of course it's bollocks, he's talking to you, isn't he?" Eliza seemed satisfied by that answer and a silence once again engulfed the room as Jane prepared to drift off. Suddenly Eliza spoke again.

"Yeah but he'd much rather be talking to you, I'm not stupid." Jane didn't have anything to add to that, she felt sorry for her sister but at the same time Eliza was getting what she always wanted...attention from Jensen Reed. Maybe it would all work out in the end, maybe if Eliza did end up marrying Jensen then Jane would have managed to create a good thing out of a bad situation, maybe punishment wouldn't be necessary? Maybe if she left them to it, something beautiful could blossom...but could her heart take letting him go?

***

Tonight's show was at New York's Madison Square Garden and Jensen's stomach was in knots. Jonah was still hanging around driving everyone crazy, Charlie was trying to grab a quiet moment to talk to Jensen and Juliet was on his case about bottling up his feelings. Ian, usually a taciturn man of sorts, was chewing Jensen's ear off about his brother. "Honestly boss, If a huv tae deal wi that walloper a minute longer I'm gonnae stick the heid oan him!" Jensen had been around Ian long enough to understand him, what he was telling him was that Jonah was getting on his nerves and if he didn't leave him alone he was going to headbutt him and probably put him in hospital. Jonah was becoming a problem and tonight was no different as Jensen spotted him spouting crap to Ian once again.

"Yeah I can bench press, say...oh about the weight of a Harley Davidson!"

"Which one?" Ian replied dryly.

"Huh?" Jensen could see the panic set in his brother's face and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Which model of Harley Davidson are we talkin' aboot? Road King Special? Heritage Classic?" Jonah gulped and shrugged nervously.

"Th-the heaviest one dude, c'mon what d'you think I am, a pussy?" Ian's expression was completely blank as he nodded slowly and reached into his coat pocket for his cigarettes.

"Aye!" He retorted just as dryly as before; Jensen could see that Jonah's nervous demeanour had changed to frustrated.

"Whatever man, you're just the help!" Suddenly Ian stood up straight and stood toe to toe with Jonah, the veins in his neck poking out as his entire head turned an angry shade of scarlet.

"RIGHT!" Ian boomed in the thickest Scottish accent Jensen had heard him use in a long time, running over and sandwiching himself between them he patted Ian on his humungous chest with one hand and shoved Jonah back at the same time with the other.

"Okay guys, time out! Ian can I talk to you for just a sec?" Ian was still glaring at Jonah and growling under his breath as Jensen's voice was slightly high pitched with fear. "Come on big guy, let's take a walk..." Finding a quiet place outside to talk, Jensen noticed that Ian's head was still pretty red with rage as he shoved a cigarette in his mouth and took several attempts to light it with his Zippo lighter. "Ian I-I'm sorry about my brother, you told me he was bothering you and I..." Ian interjected with a growling tone.

"He's a fuckin' useless bawbag!" Looking at Jensen, he nodded with a sympathetic expression, "Sorry boss!"

"No-no you're...yeah he's hard work for sure!"

"Am sorry boss but ye need tae get shot of that lanky streak of piss before a really do put him in traction!"

"I will, I'll send him home. He was only supposed to come along for the California shows and then leave but...Jules feels sorry for him...I..." Jensen ran a hand through his brown hair and sighed, "What am I gonna do?" Ian took a long, calm drag from his cigarette and blew smoke rings up to the sky.

"Well boss, if a wiz you I'd send him tae Scotland! That wid sort him oot nae bother! In fact, a know a couple of guys that...what? What's that smile for?" Ian looked at Jensen staring off into the distance with an impish grin on his face.

"Dude you're a genius!"

"How?" Ian looked puzzled as he flicked ash from his cigarette onto the ground and tilted his head in confusion.

"You're absolutely right, Scotland's ideal! Honestly Ian I've said this so many times but it's true, you're worth your wait in fucking gold my friend!" Jensen slapped Ian's huge arm and skipped off back into the venue leaving him even more baffled. As he power walked down a very long corridor he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and brought up Eliza's number. Doing the maths in his head he worked out that it would be around eight at night over there, not too early and not too late, so began to dial. It didn't take long for her to pick up as he heard her cheery voice utter a hello, "Oh hey Eliza, listen, I have a major favour to ask you..."

***

A week after Monica's operation she was moved into a four bed ward with other women. She was in good spirits and starting to work with the physiotherapist again, small walks around the nurses' station to strengthen her muscles. Jane would visit by herself most days as Ricky had come down with some dreaded lurgy and Jane had insisted that Eliza start attending her classes again now that their mother was relatively out of danger. All Monica really wanted was company, so they would do crossword puzzles together and talk nonsense while the student nurses would congregate around her bed, fascinated by an old school nurse who told them stories of her adventures on the wards when she was just a student herself, during the days when the matrons were in charge. Monica was very popular among the staff at the hospital and that reassured Jane that she wouldn't be too lonely when her family wasn't around. One of the nurses asked Jane if she would be around at six o'clock as Miss White wanted to chat with her, she agreed to be there but was rather worried about what the consultant wanted to discuss with her. On the drive home, Jane flicked on the radio for some background noise when an angelic voice she knew all too well filled the car.

Where are you now

Do you still think of me

I am nothing without you

Why did you set me free

Give me a chance

I'll prove my worth

You are the only one

On this God forsaken earth

Please talk to me

Give me your time

Say you remember

Say you'll be mine

Always been a lost cause, good for nothing guy

Always chose the bad road, got no idea why

They thought that I would hang if they gave me enough rope

It wasn't 'til I met you that I felt there was hope

Say you'll never leave me, my light above the dark

Shining all around me, reviving my dead heart

It was the first time that Jane had actually listened to any of his solo stuff, she had to admit that it was good albeit very different to River Monster, then the radio host announced, "And that was Lost Cause by the wonderful Jensen Reed, still in the charts almost a year on since..." Jane clicked it off, her cheeks burned and her breathing quickened, was that about her? He had said that the album was all about her, was she his light above the dark? She couldn't think about that right now, and as she parked outside her house trying to compose herself, a part of her was honoured. Someone wrote not just one song about her, but several! How many people could say that? None of that mattered, all that mattered was what her mother's consultant wanted with her, something she couldn't tell her father or sister at the moment. No need to worry them unnecessarily, after all she was used to carrying everything on her shoulders and sparing everyone else the burden...it was exhausting!

As she sat waiting patiently for Miss White to come by, being over half an hour late, Jane tried to take her mum's mind off of it by telling her what was going on among the neighbours and how Eliza had done her make-up for the very first time and it was nice...anything to make Monica smile. Finally Miss White arrived with a nurse in tow. "How are you tonight Monica?"

"I'm fine." Jane looked at her startled mother, she was obviously worried about what this was about.

"Well I just wanted to let you know that I've arranged to have you moved to a facility called Woodland View, for rehabilitation to prepare you for getting home."

"So I'm not finished yet?" Monica eyed the consultant as she smiled.

"No, it's rehabilitation not a hospice. We're not there yet. You'll receive physiotherapy, you'll have a dietician...this is good Monica. Afterwards you'll be able to go home to your family." Jane was relieved, but she was also unsure of where this place was.

"Where is Woodland View? Will we have to travel far to visit?"

"Oh no, it's on the grounds of Ayrshire Central in Irvine!" Jane was born in Ayrshire Central; it would be going back to her birthplace. It was a fifteen minute drive though, longer to get there. "The only problem is that beds are like hens' teeth, it might be a bit of a wait to find you a place." Well that wasn't so bad, no doom and gloom for once. "There is one other thing that we need to discuss Monica..." What was this? "...now in the event that you may go into cardiac arrest, as your consultant I would advise that a DNACPR be put in place. In your condition, attempting CPR would not be beneficial for you..." Miss White rambled on about this Do Not Resuscitate and how Monica would be too weak, then she shut off, she couldn't take in any more information. Basically what the consultant was saying was that if her mother's heart stopped then it was game over, it would be kinder to just let her go. Jane looked over at her, looking at Miss White talking but also not taking much in. Once she had gone, Monica spoke.

"Well, that's that then!"

"What's what mum?"

"I'm done! Do not resuscitate!" Jane knew that would be the one thing her mother would take away from the conversation, not the fact that she was being sent to a rehabilitation unit. No, just the fact that there was going to be a DNACPR on her medical records.

"Mum you heard Miss White, you're not ready for a hospice, so you're most definitely not done! You're coming home to us! Remember that poor woman in your ward when you were first admitted? She didn't get this option; she went straight to the hospice; do you remember how sad that was? I promise that will never happen to you!" Jane was determined that her mother would never end up there, it was a promise she had made to herself and to Monica a long time ago. When Jane's grandmother died, her mother missed saying goodbye by five minutes and when her grandfather died it was in the middle of the night so Monica missed him as well. It was something that she brought up on several occasions, how guilty she felt that she wasn't there for either of her parents. Jane told her that it would never happen to her, that she would be there with her! No hospice, even though they were lovely, dignified facilities, she wouldn't risk not being there when it was her mother's time! Monica always seemed sceptical about this, telling Jane that it was a huge burden for her, but Jane's mind was made up! This was how it was going to be! Once visiting times were over, Jane kissed her on the forehead as usual and told her she loved her. On the drive back home, she cried, why did she have to be alone for that? Now she had the daunting task of reliving it to her father and sister. It was bad enough the first time, uneasy is the head that wears the crown, Jane thought to herself. This was what she got for being the head of the family, taking over her mother's duties. Someone had to do it and it wasn't going to be her dad or Eliza, they were far too much alike, relying on other people to solve all of their problems while they looked the other way. Jane wanted to try and coach Eliza out of that way of living, she'd seen what it had done to her father and even though he would never admit it, being a man, it had rendered him incapable of making his own decisions with his wife. Stepping wearily out of her car, she prepared herself for updating the family as Eliza stood on the top step waiting patiently for her big sister to come home.

"You're late, what's going on? Why are you so late?" Eliza's voice was slightly raised, Jane sighed and approached her, the gravel crunching underneath her feet.

"Come on inside, I'm knackered and I need a cup of tea!" At the top step, she put her arm around Eliza and led her inside. She was tired, so very tired of the whole thing, she just wanted to hide but her hiding days were over, she was the one they looked to for guidance now, she was the one who paid the bills, fed the dog and the family, did the food shopping, the washing. She had filled her mother's enormous shoes and she didn't volunteer for the job; she had no other choice! This was going to be tough, after keeping Miss White's visit from them, she now had to tell them everything. It was overall good news; her mum was going to get home eventually! This was good...so why did she feel so bad?

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CHARLIE! @charliehartman

Hi, baby brother!

I love you more than Livvy. Happy birthday to my favorite brother, from your favorite sister! Wink wink. I hope you have a good one. And I will take you out one day to anywhere you want. So, I heard these pans are really great and do a lot! You needed a new wallet too, right? Well, even if you didn’t, this one is sleek and stylish and I think it’ll look good on you. I love you lots even if I tease you endlessly, but you know I do it because I love you!! Lastly, look at this cool thing, it’s for pizza on the grill. And what way to impress your friends than with some fancy schmancy pizza, right? Perfect!

Enjoy your day and take a well deserved break.

Love ya!

xoxo

Mandy <3

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Hello! Can I ask for a Tommy Shelby reader request where he maybe comforts reader after she breaks up with a guy (he’s not like rude or anything just doesn’t feel like it’s gonna work) and she like sad and Tommy is comforting and supportive about it (even if his kinda happy she’s single now) and it’s it’s just kinda fluffy and stuff. I really kinda wanna see stuff like that right now but it’s ok if you don’t want to do it though!

Ooooh I loved this! Thank you for the request!!

XOXO

Rated: G - fluff

The Shelby boy’s were never impressed with the men who took you on dates. John and Arthur would always find something about them and try to talk you out of it. Most of the time you didn't need them to help figure it out.

You didn't really have a spark with Edmund, nothing to fuel a great romance novel. But you felt comfortable around him which was a step further than you’d made it before. You hoped that it would grow into something more as time went on.

You were hopeful, until he showed up at your door unannounced. You took him in for coffee and he disclosed he was going to be moving across the country to be more involved with his family's business and to look after his mother. She had fallen ill and in your heart you knew he was a good son to go home and handle it.

But your involvement with the Shelby business was a lifetime commitment. Not that Edmund was asking you to leave with him. Tears stung your eyes, you told him that you hoped his mother was alright, that he was doing the right thing. And the honorable thing by coming over as soon as he found out and breaking things off gently.

He looked at you with sad eyes, and you felt that there definitely could have been more between the two of you in time. You made him promise to write, and if he ever needed help to let you know. He said he looked forward to remaining friends, then you hugged goodbye.

What he was doing was understandable, and yet tears welled up in your eyes. Men like him were hard to come by, and you were enjoying having someone to share things with. You called the shop and Finn answered, so you let him know to tell the others you were unwell. Then you grabbed a bottle of wine and crawled into bed with an old worn out paper back.

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Little did you know, Tommy had seen Edmund at docs. Over hearing that he was moving his business back home. He had Charlie cancel his meeting and got to the shop as quickly as he could.

There’s no way Edmund would be stupid enough to leave someone like her behind. There’s no way I would let him take her anyway. He thought to himself, but he knew it was a lie. You’d made an agreement to be involved in the business, and no one walks away from business like this. But he knew if it would make you happy he would find a way. It would be expensive, but he’d do it.

His heart sank when Finn told him you’d not come in. Without asking why he moved down the street to your flat. He expected to blow open the door to see you with the radio on packing up all your books and sweaters. His heart started to race.

He gave a knock on the door with no answer. Maybe you’d already left? Surely you would have called to say goodbye?

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Readers POV

You pulled your tipsy self from your warm bed, hating every cold stride to the door.

You opened it, not caring that you looked a mess. Until you saw it was Tommy, looking very pissed off.

“I’m sorry - I haven't ever missed a day before - I just-” Tears came back, you didn't want to upset Tommy. He was a difficult man to be around, even more difficult to work for at times. He came inside, shutting the door and wrapped his arms around you.

“If you want to go I’ll have it arranged.” He said in a tense voice.

“Go where? I wanted the day off, not to lose my job.” You broke the hug slightly to look up at him.

“You’re staying?” He looked at you in disbelief.

“Where would I go?” You scrunched up your face in confusion.

“I heard Edmund was leaving. I just assumed -”

“We broke up.” The tears started again and he moved you to the couch to sit down. “His mother is ill, and we liked each other. But it was way too soon to ask me to give up my life here, so he didn’t”

“And that was the right thing to do?” Tommy asked you and you felt a sort of private amusement at how out of place he seemed.

You nodded.

“Then why are you sad?” He asked bluntly.

“I really liked him, he was nice and - I just - he was more of a friend really. But a good friend.”

Tommy gave you a strange look.

“You have lots of good friends.”

“Yeah but I really thought this was going somewhere more.”

You could see something change slightly in his composure.

“Anyone would be lucky to be more than a friend to you, love. The right people are always where you least expect it, yeah?” There was an intensity in his eyes that made you want to investigate his words further. You sniffled and nodded.

“Let’s get some tea and breakfast.” Tommy stayed and made you breakfast, he even told you a few jokes. Suddenly you wished more than ever, that you could get a chance to get close to this part of him.

The week passed and you were grateful he was around more. Checking in on you in his own way.

One morning down at the shop John and Arthur insisted on taking you out for a walk. You agreed, wondering what kind of trouble they were going to drag you into.

They sat you on a park bench and went into a lengthy presentation as to why Thomas Shelby was a horrible man. You just laughed the whole time wondering what brought on such a show.

“So to wrap things up. If the idiot asks you out, you just say -No!-” Arthur finished mocking your voice.

“You boys are crazy if you think he cares for me like that” You shook your head. They dropped you back off at the shop.

Sometime around Lunch Tommy came into the office.

You absently said hello while still calculating sums. He didn't reply, coming over to stand in front of your desk. You looked up at him putting down your pen.

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Yes” You blurted out, knowing you probably looked like you’d seen a ghost.

“Sorry, Yes. That sounds nice.” You said in a softer tone with a smile.

“I’ll pick you up at 8 then.” He winked at you then went into his office. You slumped into your chair, slightly out of breath. Your whole body was a few degrees hotter, completely unable to think about what problem you were working on.

You thought about all the reasons the boys gave you, but you knew nothing in the world was going to stop you from letting him break you. Suddenly you realised that you were swallowed up by new feelings. Thick, heavy feelings that held your bones tightly.

Maybe this friendship was already something more?

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hello nell! my birthday is almost coming up and i was wondering what is the ROs default present for an mc? like would they go all out and buy something expensive or would they go DIY?

oooo happy almost birthday!! here are my random thoughts about birthday gifting xoxo

adegoke

likes to plan activities, create memories. would just plan, like, a whole day from start to finish to try and get as close to their perfect day as he could.

arthur

usually goes for something classy, but with a nod to sentimentality – just a little hint so that they can’t be totally sure if it’s just coincidence. also loves extravagant travel-based gifts – surprise trips and weekends away and stuff.

atticus

hates gift giving, generally just like texts them a few weeks before like “hey what do you want for your birthday” and if they say nothing then he’ll just spend days like GOD what does THAT mean and eventually just get them something very middle of the road in the hope that it both is a gift (if they were lying and actually Did want one) or a non-gift (if they were telling the truth and really didn't want anything).

avery

generally just goes for a single good quality item that she knows they need, but is still kind of a fancy indulgence? like a really nice perfume/cologne if she knows they’re running low, or like nice new shoes or w/e. if she’s really into someone she’d like cook them a fancy dinner and plan a nice evening – when she does for something that’s taken time, you know she’s really in it.

charlie

would get them a few, smaller things that are based on inside jokes or things that had come up in conversation before – often ridiculous and kitsch and totally useless haha. also totally the sort of person who would supplement his gifting with handmade coupons (i.e. redeem this coupon to burn one (1) item from my wardrobe etc)

ellis

it’s hard to say how ellis would approach gifting, because i think it’d be so personal to whoever they were with? they’d certainly put A Lot of thought into it and what was important to their SO and then try to get/do something that they’d really cherish. ellis also argues fiercely that the card is the best part of any gift, so they love writing a nice, long message in a card haha

florrie

goes really all out for birthdays. gift giving is really important to florrie – it’s an opportunity for her to pour all of her love and care for a person and everything that she knows about them and try to show them how she feels. goes way over the top, if anything.

griffin

doesn’t go super hard on birthdays and he’ll probably forget until the last minute and then be like OH FUCK as he’s driving home the night before or whatever. expect pretty cliched gift-based items, definitely no card, but he’ll probably think of something fun and spontaneous to do that covers him.

imogen

looks out for the perfect thing, like, all year round that she can pick up and save for a birthday/gift-giving holiday. expect something vintage and unique and incredibly thoughtful – i just always imagine imogen as the sort of gift giver where the other person unwraps it and does that little gasp that people do when they’ve just been really caught by surprise by the thoughtfulness of a gift?

nyra

remembers all the things that they have wanted to do over the year and she shot down and then picks her favourites to actually do as a fun lil surprise birthday date. her parents also send gifts if they approve of her SO, so there’s that too.

rowan

definitely errs more on the side of experience-based gifting, but would totally get them a little something silly to open in the morning and make them a special breakfast in bed. she’d also definitely make them wear a party hat and/or badge all day and probably also get them a dumb thomas the tank engine card that plays a song when they open it.

syd

early on they’d be doing like. covert gifting hahaha – they’d totally think of great gifts and just get them and like plant them around like they were things that had always been there because they don’t want to go through the Serious Gift Giving process. otherwise totally pretend they forgot and are like :/ oh shit sorry well I guess we can order in dinner or whatever. later on, once they’ve eased up a bit, they’d be very into gift giving, actually. they hate their own birthday, though, so good luck ever getting it out of them.

vinh

definitely goes handmade. it’d probably seem like they forgot at first cause they wouldn’t mention it until the Exact Right Time when they’d got everything just right. vinh is terrible at working to a deadline so that might be at like 11:59 when they wake them up to be like ok hi sorry i didn’t forget i just wasn’t ready but here!!!

#ch: adegoke #ch: arthur #ch: atticus #ch: avery #ch: charlie #ch: florrie #ch: ellis #ch: griff #ch: imogen #ch: nyra #ch: syd #ch: rowan #ch: vinh

[undyingskies]

Jealous

Hello everyone, I am back yet again with another Charlie fic! I really enjoyed writing this one, it was a lot of fun! Also it’s long about 3,000+ words, I read over it and edited it as much as I could, so I really hope I caught all the mistakes! As usual I am happy to take requests, especially because I am starting to run low on ideas! Anyways, hope you enjoy! xoxo 

Warnings: None really, there is a little make out sesh but it’s not long!

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        Season 2 came before you knew it, even though it felt like the renewal of Julie and The Phantoms took forever. But the minute it got renewed to now felt like a whirlwind of activities that happened before you could even take a breath in.

Now it’s two months into filming and this is the first time you’ve been able to visit your boyfriend Charlie since the start of it. You had to finish your semester of school before you could come visit him, knowing that you’d never get any schoolwork done if you came to visit during the semester.

It was a long two months and you truly could not be happier to be sitting smushed between Charlie and Owen in the car heading to set at 6 am. Any other time you would have dreaded being up so early but it didn’t seem so bad with your boyfriend’s hand resting on your thigh and the bickering of the two boys.

“You guys have been up for maybe an hour and you seriously haven’t stopped to take a breath from whatever you guys are arguing about this time.” You laugh, while pointing it out, because seriously it started the minute they woke up this morning and hasn’t stopped.

“Y/N, I feel like you’ve forgotten the dynamic that goes on between these two and their early mornings. We have sleep beauty number 1 and 2 here!” Jeremy laughs from the front seat.

You know he’s right; these two boys bicker non-stop anyways but especially on early mornings since they both love their sleep.

“Thanks for coming to set today baby, I know you got in yesterday but I don’t think I would have been able to get much done today knowing you’re sitting at the apartment waiting for me.” Charlie whispers into your ear sending chills down your spine and butterflies to erupt in your stomach at his early morning voice.

“Of course, you know I wouldn’t miss it for a thing besides I miss the rest of the cast! I’m excited to see them!”

A smile takes its place on Charlie’s face and he leaves a small kiss on your neck before turning back to look at his phone.

You originally met Charlie on the set of Julie and the Phantoms season 1. You never wanted to be on the big screen or some big actor but the industry always intrigued you so you signed up with a local company to be an extra for sets. It let you travel, see the business, and put money in your pocket when you weren’t doing school.

You were an extra for the crowd scenes, so basically any time the band played you were there watching. One day before they started filming, you were watching Dirty Candy perform and without thinking you started doing the choreography with them. You had been a dancer for about 12 years but a bad knee injury took you out of the game. Your love for dance never stopped though so you really enjoyed watching them perform.

I guess the girls had noticed you doing the choreography so they approached you asking if you were a new dancer on set. Embarrassed that they caught you dancing, you let them know you weren’t, you just watched them so many times you had memorized it by accident.

The girls were really nice and you quickly took a liking to Savannah and Tori, they would ask you to hang out while they practiced because you could pick out little details to fix or make better. From there it turned into a beautiful friendship, they started inviting you to hang out off set and to all the hang outs with the rest of the cast. Then before you knew it, you were a part of the group and always attached to their sides.

When you first met Charlie, of course he got your attention, his cute smile and energy would grab anyone’s. You never really thought much of it after though, but you always did notice that he would always look at you and for a little extra longer, he paid a little more attention to you when everyone was talking as well as you, and he always seemed to smile just a little bigger when he’d pull you into a hug to say hello.

Then one day he asked you out, just like that. Savannah and Tori mentioned that they thought he was going too but you didn’t think he would. Nothing ever really happened between you two, it was just a friendship where you flirted sometimes, but like you said before you noticed those small things but didn’t think much of it.

Of course you said yes though, he looked so nervous and cute that you felt yourself fall almost immediately after that. Which pretty much happened, after your first date  there was another and then another, and then you guys were in a relationship and pretty much inseparable.

A tug to your hand pulls you out of your thoughts, you guys had arrived on set and Charlie was tugging you out of the car. Sometimes the boy forgets his own strength and he has you tripping out of the car. He laughs and stabilizes you by grabbing onto your hips. He looks down at you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips that was quickly interrupted.

“Is that Y/N  we see?” You hear Tori squeal followed by a “Yes that sure is.” from Savannah. Then they’re both next to you pulling you apart from Charlie and engulfing you in a group hug between the two girls.

It does feel good to be back with them, they quickly became two of your closest friends during your time as an extra on the show and you never lost touch with them either.

“Charlie, they need you in costume quick, they want to start as soon as they can to-Y/N!!” You hear your name yelled and arms wrap around your waist.

You turn to see the one and only Madison Reyes, you’re quick to wrap your arms around her as well. You loved the girl and she felt like a younger sister to you, she always came to you to talk and tell you secrets. You had really missed her even though she did facetime you about once a day.

“Mads it’s good to see you, I’ve missed you girly!”

“I’ve missed you too ya know, those facetime calls just don’t always cut it.” She laughs. “Anyways they do need us, they want to start filming as fast as they can today.” She says turning to Charlie and letting you go.

“Well you wouldn’t mind if we stole your girlfriend then would you Charlie since you’re busy?” Tori asks. “Besides you had her all yesterday, it’s our turn now.” You laugh at the girl’s words and turn to your boyfriend.

“I guess it’s alright, I’ll see you on set then? You said you’d watch our performance today.” Charlie says while pulling you in for one last hug before you depart.

“Of course, you know I wouldn’t miss that!” He places a kiss on your lips before he leaves with Madi and you with the girls. Who are both staring at you almost two excitedly.

“You two scare me sometimes, so much energy so early in the morning.” All of you laughing at your words. You follow them to the area where they will be filming but they have chairs and breakfast set up as well. You’re sitting with the girls, just drinking some coffee for the time being.

“So how has it been Y/N, does it feel good to be back around this craziness?” Savannah asks you.

“It’s been good, as far as life goes not much has changed since we all last talked! I finished the semester strong and only have two semesters left which is a relief. I hope when I’m done that means I will get to be around more and to travel with Charlie. And of course if feels good to be back! I’ve missed it and everyone really. I was bummed not to be able to re-sign to do extra work but I had to focus on school.” You tell the girls.

“Oh of course, we get that. Everyone here just misses you so much especially Charlie! As much as I am glad, you’re here so we can see you, I may be more glad because now we don’t have to hear him complain about how much he misses you.” You laugh at Tori’s words. The girls decided to actually send you quotes of the day that Charlie said about how much he missed you, that boy was quite dramatic but the quotes did end up being the highlight of your day more often than not.

You’re engulfed in conversation with the girls and don’t even realize the time flying by. They talk about the new season how it’s going, the new dances that they’re doing, your relationship and any other topic you could really think of.

A flash of orange catches your attention, you know that orange beanie like that back of your hand and you’re glad to see that it’s making its appearance in season 2. You follow the hat as it’s weaving through people and see it stop in front of the cameras.

Charlie’s eyes catching yours, he gives you his dazzling smile and wave in your direction before Kenny pulls his attention back to him but not before Kenny throws a wave in your direction as well.

“Well we got to go, we’re all in this scene but we’ll see you after!” Savannah says pulling you into a hug, Tori quickly following her movements.

Now you’re left alone, to watch the scene unfold in front of you. It really is so much fun to watch them all interact with each other on and off the screen. It’s such a wonderful dynamic they all have going on.

This scene is some scene at school, where Dirty Candy confronts Julie. Julie has the boys behind her giving her comebacks to all the jabs thrown her way from Carrie. It’s actually a funny scene watching the boys yell the things at Julie.

Take one, take two, take three, take four, and then a large grumble erupts from your stomach pulling your thoughts away from the scene before you.

You look down at your watch to check the time, it has been about two hours and you’ve been so distracted by everything that you forgot to eat. The moment of realization makes your hunger grow about ten times more. You quickly make your way over to the food table.

There’s donuts, brownies, cookies, some croissants, an assortment of chips, and some breakfast sandwiches. Honestly it all looked so good, and your stomach was telling you to get a bit of everything. The donuts and croissants calling your name the most, and maybe one chocolate chip cookie as well. You’re finishing up putting together your plate and grabbing a water when a voice startles you.

“I’ve never seen you before, are you new here?” You turn to see a boy, probably about your age, dressed in the schools letterman jacket.

“Oh no, not really.” You say with a smile, turning back to grab your water and food, to walk back to where you were sitting.

“Oh really? I guess I’ve missed you around here then, what’s your name?” He asks, following your lead and sitting in the chair across from you. Guess this conversation isn’t over, you think.

“Ya, I’m actually just visiting. I was an extra for the first season. It’s Y/N.” You say hoping that was the end, but nope.

“Oh cool, I’m Josh.” He says leaning in, reaching out his hand for a handshake while scooting closer to you. Almost too close and beginning to ask more questions.

Little did you know, that someone’s eyes were on you watching the whole situation. The longer Charlie watched the more he could feel the pit in his stomach growing. He didn’t like how close that guy was sitting next to you or the way every time you said something he would just lean that much closer.

The look in that guys eyes could have made Charlie stop in the middle of the scene and yell something, but he’s too professional for that. But that look, he knows what that looks means, that guy liked you and he didn’t understand why you weren’t stopping the conversation. The pit in his stomach now a giant hole and his ears and face on fire from anger or is it jealousy he thought.

“And cut. That’s the last take for this one, great job guys!” He hears Kenny yell and before anyone could talk to him, he’s got his eyes locked on you and walking straight towards you.

A pair of arms wrapped around your shoulder and a kiss to your neck scares you, pulling you out of the conversation that never felt like it was gonna end. You can see Josh’s eyes widen at the action that just unfolded in front of him and before he could say anything you hear Charlie pipe up from behind you.

“Hi baby, who’s this?” You can hear him ask in a tone you never heard before; he sounds upset?

“Oh um this is Josh; he was just telling me about the role he’s playing this season.”

Charlie reached his hand out to shake Josh’s hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Josh, it’s weird that I’ve never seen you before. I appreciate you keeping my girlfriend company while I was just a little busy.” You can practically hear the jealousy coming from his voice and you don’t miss how Charlie emphases the world girlfriend.

Josh visibly gets uncomfortable by his words.

“Oh ya man, sure. Sorry, she didn’t mention she was here for her boyfriend, just said she was visiting.” He says giving an excuse to why he’s so close to one of the stars of the show girlfriend.

“Oh she didn’t, interesting...” Charlie says trailing off and giving you a look you don’t think you’d ever want to see again.

“As much as I would have loved to bring up the fact, I had a boyfriend there wasn’t much of a moment for me to mention it between Josh’s story telling.” You say getting upset at Josh and Charlie’s actions. Sass and frustration evident in your voice.

You can see Josh’s cheeks get slightly red. Charlie is quick to grab your hand and start to pull you away with a quick,

“Well nice to meet you bud. We’ve got to be going now.” He says while still pulling you away.

The minute you’re out of sight and hidden behind a wall Charlie has you pinned against the wall and his lips on yours.

He doesn’t even give you a chance to catch up before he has his tongue swiping your bottom lip to get in. He’s quick to bite down on your bottom lip, a moan escaping you.

Your hands entangle in his hair pulling him closer, his hands gripping your hips pulling you up to have your legs wrap around his waist. Charlie moves his hands down to cup your butt giving it a slap as he starts to attack your neck with his lips.

You can’t help but lean your neck to the side giving your boy all the access he wants, basking in the feeling of his lips on your skin.

You’re pulled out of your little world when you hear voices and they sound like they’re getting closer.

“Char...Charlie, stop, someone... there is someone coming.” You struggle to get out as he keeps kissing your neck, you place your hands on his chest to give him a little push away. You’re able to get him to detach himself from your neck and place you back on your feet.

Two people walk past you guys giving you small awkward smiles, definitely knowing what was happening due how close you guys were standing, the mess that Charlie’s hair now is, and what you can only imagine is two pairs of swollen lips.

When they leave, he’s quick to attach his lips back to yours. But you place your hands on his chest pushing you away a little bit, even though it took everything in you to do so because man is that boys mouth magic.

“Baby, what’s going on? As much as I know you and your love for what’s happening, it’s never this public.” You ask, slightly concerned at your boyfriends behavior.

He shakes his head a little and moves his hand to rub the back of his neck, a pink tint appearing on his cheeks.

“I just, I don’t know thought it’d be fun.” He says not making eye contact.

“Oh that’s some BS Gillespie, what’s up?” You knew your boyfriend too well and that was a cop out answer.

“I just, I didn’t like how that guy was looking at you, or sitting so close to you and then he brought up how you didn’t say you were here for me and I just I don’t know...” He trails off still looking away sheepishly.

A small smile does form on your face as his words, you’ve never seen Charlie get jealous and truthfully it was a little cute.

“Oh so someone was jealous?” You ask with a little laugh.

“What me? Jealous? No, never!” Again, he’s trying to brush it off; but with the lift of your eyebrows he knows you’re not buying it.

“Fine, I was jealous okay? I know it’s bad to be jealous but whatever...”

“Actually, I think it’s pretty cute.” You say with a little laugh, grabbing onto his arm to pull him closer to you.

“Really?” He asks with his signature smirk and that tone of cockiness he just always seems to sport just a little. He now has his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you just that much closer, if it’s even possible.

You give him a nod and lead his lips back down to yours to interlock them again. This time he pulls away but leaves his forehead leaning on yours.

“I love having you here, even if it means you get hit on by gross extras.” You laugh at his words and the fact that his insult is what a twelve-year-old would come up with.

“I love being here, you know that. I really did miss you.”

“I missed you too sweet stuff, just don’t forget you’re here to see your very handsome boyfriend.” You both laugh together at his words.

“How could I ever forget? Plus it seems like if he thinks so he gets a little jealous and I don’t mind the outcome of it.”

“Oh shut up, you’re my girlfriend just gotta make sure everyone knows.” You roll your eyes at his words and he leans down again to place another kiss on your lips.

“Yep, your girlfriend and don’t you forget it.”

You both laugh again as you pull him in for another kiss. Your boyfriend may be a little crazy but you wouldn’t change it for the world because nothing feels better than being able to be back in his arms and laughing in between sweet kisses.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie x reader #charlie gillespie x oc #charlie gillespie x reader #charliegillespieimagines #charlie gillespie fic #charlie gillespie fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #luke jatp #jatp

[evermoreholland]

Secret Santa | Charlie Gillespie

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s secret Santa week on set of Julie and the Phantoms and you have to pick out gifts for your best friend and crush.

Warnings: Mentions of food and Christmas (no strong descriptions of religion), FLUFF

Word Count: 2,007

A/n: This is not proofread so please bare with me, I just wanted to get this out for y’all. I’m obsessed with this concept. Feedback is appreciated!

Due to everyone working at some point near the holidays, the cast of Julie and the Phantoms decided that it would be fun to do a Secret Santa gift exchange. Each cast member would be assigned another cast member to purchase gifts for. This would last a week and by the end of the week, there would be a big reveal of who has who.

Drawing names

“Okay, I put everyone’s name into this box. Pick and then get shopping!” Jadah exclaimed as she set the bedazzled shoebox on the table in front of the eight of you. Jadah took the initiative to plan out Secret Santa week. She loved the holidays and thought it’d be fun to bring that holiday cheer to set. The eight of you also didn’t spend much time together since you all had different schedules. It would be Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Sacha, Jeremy, Owen, Charlie, and you all participating in the gift exchange. You each picked out the slips of papers from the box and you saw that you had your best friend and crush, Charlie.

Charlie and you had been best friends since you both were young. When the two of you went to Vancouver to film the show, you two were living together and you got to learn more about him than you ever did before. You had eventually developed a crush on him, so you were excited that you got to be his Secret Santa. It was the perfect opportunity to show him your true feelings towards him. Little did you know, Charlie, fortunately, picked out your name from the box.

“Remember, there is a theme for every day of Secret Santa. Now, get to work people!” Madison shouted and you all made your way to prepare for a week of Secret Santa.

Day One: Handmade Gifts Only

As a child, you always loved when you and your friends would make each other Christmas cards or other homemade gifts. It brought you so much happiness to open a homemade gift from your friend that you knew that they worked so hard to make. For day one of the Secret Santa gift exchange, you decided on making Charlie ‘Open When’ envelopes. You found a cute jar and put some envelopes in it and wrote some different moods on each of them. Inside each envelope, you wrote a letter to Charlie for when he was in that specific mood, like a comforting letter for when he was feeling sad or a joke for when he was feeling happy. You placed his gift outside his door that early morning. The cast decided on dropping off gifts outside their person’s front door whenever they were available to do so, so Charlie definitely wouldn’t expect anything suspicious.  

When you got back to your apartment from filming a scene you were met with a gift with your name on it. You picked it up and saw that it was a CD with a note taped on it. The note said, “a playlist special for you. Xoxo, your Secret Santa.” Your heart almost melted at the gesture. You made your way to your room and placed the CD into your boombox. The playlist consisted of pop, pop-rock, and classic rock: all of your favorites. You were so focused on the music that you didn’t hear someone knock on your door.

“Y/n! Open up!” You heard Charlie shouting. You paused the CD player and made your way to greet your friend.

“Sorry, I was just listening to some music. A playlist, actually. From my secret Santa,” you said.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” He exclaimed and then made his way into your room. Charlie and you pretty much hung out with each other every day after filming. It was basically a tradition.

“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. What did you get?” You asked, trying not to appear obvious that it was you.

“I literally got the sweetest gift ever, but I know it was definitely not from one of the guys.” Charlie laughed and you did too. You should have thought of that. None of the guys had the time or patience to handwrite notes for their Secret Santa.

“I guess that narrows it down for you, then.”

“Yeah, it does. But it was still really sweet.” Charlie said in appreciation for the person (you) who got him his gift.

“Well, what did you get, Gillespie?”

“It was an ‘Open When’ jar. There are notes for different moods and I open them when I’m in those moods,” he explained, but you already knew all about his gift, obviously.

“That’s really sweet. Did you open any of them yet?”

“I opened the one called ‘Excited’ and then confetti popped out!” Charlie exclaimed excitingly. He seemed to be really liking his gift and you were relieved about it.

“Sounds like a party, Charlie.”

Day Two: Ornaments

On day two of Secret Santa, everyone had to give an ornament. It could be handmade or bought from the store. You decided to buy Charlie an ornament that was music-related. You decided on getting him a snowglobe ornament with lyrics to his favorite song on the inside of it. You placed it at his door once again and made your way to film a scene with Madison and Jadah.

“Y/n, I got the cutest Santa ornament!” Madison exclaimed as she skipped over to you, dangling the ornament in her hands. “My secret Santa is killing it!” You were definitely happy for Madison but you wanted to know what Charlie thought of your ornament. Plus, it was practically obvious that Sacha had Madison.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment, it was already late. You approached your room and saw a small box sitting by your door. You opened it and it was an ornament shaped like a Starbucks coffee and it had your name on the cup. You thought it was absolutely adorable. You were hoping that you’d get to see Charlie’s reaction, but you saw the light turned off in his room and you knew that he was already asleep.

Day Three: Food Gift

This gift seemed pretty self-explanatory. You decided on purchasing some donuts from Charlie’s favorite bakery in Vancouver. You both found the bakery when exploring on one of your days off, and you both fell in love with the place. You got Charlie half a dozen of donuts and placed them by his door once again in the early morning. You got peppermint ice cream that you were really excited about, but you were confused because you never told any of your castmates that you loved it so much.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Charlie called out for you once he came back from filming.

You walked over to the living room area to see Charlie munching on the donuts you bought for him. He looked so cute and happy. Score.

“I’m guessing your secret Santa got you donuts from our favorite place.” You looked at him in amusement.

“This person just knows me so well, you know? Ah, these are so good!”

“Well, I’m happy for you,” you said.

“Yesterday, I got a snowglobe ornament and I’m definitely hanging it up on my tree when I head home.” Charlie said with a smile.

“So you like it?” You asked hopefully. You almost regretted asking him that because you didn’t want to give yourself away. Then again, you also desperately wanted to know if he had liked your gift or not.

“Duh.” He looked at you as if it were obvious and as if he knew it was you all along. You just decided to scratch that last thought out of your brain for now.

Day Four: Something Blue

For the fourth day of Secret Santa, each person had to give out something blue. It was something random that Jadah had thought of and she decided to just go with it. You decided on getting Charlie a blue beanie just in time for the winter season.

You were definitely happy with all of the gifts you were getting, but you still couldn’t figure out who your Secret Santa was. You were usually better at guessing, but you were really stumped.

You had gotten a new blue guitar pick and you immediately fell in love with it. You may or may not have an obsession with guitar picks so you were definitely happy with your gift. Your secret Santa was definitely amazing, even if you didn’t know who it was.

Day 5: Your Choice (The Finale and Reveal)

Today was the day that everyone would reveal who they had for Secret Santa. You would all meet up and bring your final gifts to the reveal. You decided on making Charlie a scrapbook. You included pictures of the two of you and fun memories from your childhood together. You got his mother to send you things to put it all together.

“Now it’s time for the big reveal!” Jadah exclaimed.

“Finally,” Owen said. Owen had been struggling to figure out who had him, and it was basically eating him away.

You began to narrow down your guesses as the night went on. Sacha had Madison and got her a bright-colored lava lamp for her bedroom. Madison had Jadah and got her a beauty set she had been eyeing at every time you and the girls went to Ulta. Jadah had Savannah, Savannah had Owen, Owen had Jeremy, and Jeremy had Sacha. The six of them exchanged their thank yous and you realized that you and Charlie had each other as secret Santas.

“Oh my gosh! Charlie and Y/n, it looks like the two of you are each other’s secret Santas!” Savannah said.

“That’s actually kinda cool, not gonna lie.” Owen tried to say coolly but he knew all of this time. He did live with the both of you after all. You and Charlie were just oblivious to it.

“I made this for you.” You said as you handed him the scrapbook. You were honestly scared to see his reaction. You knew that he had loved all of the other gifts you got for him but this may have been too much. You saw Charlie look through the pages and with each turn, his smile got bigger.

“This is perfect, Y/n. Thank you.” Charlie said and then handed you your present. It was a journal. You opened it and read the first note on the first page. It said, “Read this when we get home. It gets kinda cheesy. Xoxo, Charlie.” You listened to his request and closed the journal. You mouthed, “Thank you.” You wondered what it could be.

The cast all said their goodbyes to one another and made their way back to their apartments. When you, Charlie, and Owen went back to your place, Owen went to take a shower while you and Charlie sat on the couch ready to read the journal.

“It’s a book of songs that I wrote about you,” Charlie confessed. You opened the journal and saw all of the songs, most of them being about how much he wanted to show you that he loved you. You were honestly moved by the gesture.

“Charlie, this is beautiful.” Tears fell down your cheeks as you continued to skim through the pages.

“I really love you, Y/n. More than a best friend loves their best friend.”

You looked at him and said, “I love you, too.”

“By the way, your gifts were amazing. And, I kinda had a feeling it was you,” Charlie said.

“I’m glad you liked everything. On the other hand, I had no idea it was you.” You laughed. Charlie looked at you with so much adoration. He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Charlie asked, hope clearly evident in his eyes, even though he already knew what your answer would be.

“I would love to, Charlie. I have one request, though.”

“What is it?”

“Kiss me.”

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie imagine #jatp #jatp fanfic #this is cheesy i know

[dailyhyuna]

HyunA and Dawn Want You To Watch, Not Listen To, Their First Duet Album

K-pop’s favorite couple has finally dropped music as a duo.

One of K-pop‘s very few couples that have openly confirmed their relationship , HyunA and DAWN have become an industry favorite not only for their powerful music, but also for their stylish outfits. Building on experience from their previous groups, 4Minute and Pentagon, the artists joined the music label P NATION — owned by “Gangnam Style” singer PSY — together in 2019 to further their careers as solo musicians.

Six years into their relationship, the duo has finally teamed up to release their first-ever joint mini-album. Titled 1+1=1, the four-track record is led by “PING PONG,” which DAWN first came up with on an intimate beach trip with his girlfriend. The song arrives with a music video boasting vibrant colors and graphics with visual direction by HyunA, followed by the three other numbers that illustrate tales of love.

Stressing that fans should not “listen to” but “watch” their latest release, HyunA and DAWN discuss their anticipated project in our interview. Read a snippet of the conversation below, and head to HYPEBEAST Korea for the full story.

The two of you have been together for six years now. What motivated you to release an album together this year?

D: We’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on stage together and what amazing music we could create together as a team. We just so happened to come up with a song we liked and decided to create an album based on that. Looking back now, we just wanted to produce something that we could remember.

H: Six years can seem like a long period of time to some people but in some ways, it also felt short. To be specific, we decided to produce this album after DAWN wrote “PING PONG” during our trip to the beach. I woke up one day and he told me, “I was going to write my own song but ended up with something for the both of us.” Plus, we knew our fans were looking forward to a duet album. PSY was also a great supporter along this journey.

Releasing music as a couple is not so common in Korea. What were some things that you loved about working together?

D: The best part is that we know each other better than anyone else. Sometimes, HyunA knows me a lot more than even I know myself. We know each other’s strengths so we can trust each other to put out our best.

H: I enjoyed the production process. I learned a lot just from watching DAWN and how he creates music. I grew so much more respect for him as an artist.

Contrarily, what were some things you didn’t enjoy as much while working together?

D: There weren’t really any, but if I had to pick it’s that we have to watch each other suffer when we’re having a difficult time. I stayed by HyunA’s side throughout the process, but it was tough watching her going through her rough moments.

H: It was the same for me. There were times when I wanted to burst out funny dance moves to make DAWN laugh, but there were times I couldn’t do that.

Did you ever come up with a new duo name throughout the process? If not, we’d love to hear some ideas.

H: We actually did have one. Since we both work with the same staff members, when we were preparing for this project, they started referring to us as the “HyunDAWN Team.”

D: I’ve actually thought of one too.

H: Really? What is it?

D: But now that I think about it, I think HyunA & DAWN works best [laughs].

HyunA, what was it like working as the visual director to create all of the eye-catching imagery for this album?

H: A lot of inspiration came from Disney‘s animated films like The Little Mermaid and Moana, in addition to movies such as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be the main character in those stories. I wanted to recreate a scene where all of these main characters from different stories come together in one place. For this album specifically, Peter Pan meets Ariel.

Which track do you feel most connected to and why?

D: If I had to choose, I’d go with “Deep Dive.” I believe that a song can be presented at its full potential only when the lyrics and message match well with the artist’s overall vibe and how they deliver it on stage. “Deep Dive” aims to capture the feeling of falling in love, and I think my true emotions were able to really shine through on this track.

H: I love “XOXO” for a different reason. The song is a reinterpretation of the funk genre, and I love how it progresses by blending all of the different sounds together. I enjoyed witnessing our producers tweak the different sounds to achieve a full track.

Any final words for our readers and your fans?

H: I want to stress that “health is wealth.” I haven’t been the healthiest recently, so I was frustrated when I couldn’t give my all in preparing for this album. I want all of you to be happy and joyful. If you’re not happy, be angry about it. If you want to cry, cry. Listen to your heart and take care of yourself.

D: You need to be healthy to love, and love to be healthy. I usually have different things to say, but this time around, I felt that it’s important to be healthy.

H: That’s funny because we certainly don’t look super healthy.

D: All the more reason why we can say such things. I’m sure our fans will understand the importance of health since it’s coming from us.

H: One last thing I’d like to say — “PING PONG” is more of a song that you want to “watch” rather than “listen to.” Please pay attention to our performances, and after 1+1=1, we’ll see you guys again as solo artists!

Source: HYPEBEAST KOREA

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