#charlie young x reader

[sebsxphia]

“lemme wake you up.”

charlie young x reader.

￫ description: charlie will always take care of you, no matter the situation. based off this thought i had here.

￫ w/c: 500.

￫ c/w: cnc, p in v, sex, fingering, swearing and charlie’s jokes.

￫ a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written in ages. it feels nice to get the gears turning and put something out! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

The combination of working late, a serious traffic collision three streets down from his office and a cancelled train, caused Charlie to slowly enter your apartment, hyper-aware that the door hinges on your front door needed oiling, again.

He slipped his shoes off and padded through to your bedroom at the end of your apartment. He knew he would find you sleeping, but how you were sleeping caused him to choke back a grumbled groan.

You were lying partly on your front, your arms tucked under the pillow, one knee hiked up and your other leg stretched out. It was summer and your air conditioning unit was seriously on its last legs, therefore you opted for nothing but a thin sheet to cover you at night. The sheet, by the time you had kicked it down with your legs, was hanging off the edge of your bed. You were wearing one of Charlie’s old college t-shirts, but your lack of any other items of clothing (including underwear), is what made Charlie groan how he did.

You stirred slightly and mumbled out, “Charlie, baby. Hey. Y’ home.” Your voice was laced with sleep and your eyes barely opened, but enough for a smile to break out on your face as you watched how Charlie stripped down from his work attire and joined you in being naked.

“Hi, princess.” Charlie hushed out with his smirk quirking up on his lips at the sight before him. You felt the mattress dip by your legs as he climbed on, and then you felt his large hands smooth up your calf and squeeze on your thigh. You heard him let out another deep and grumbled groan.

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t stay awake.” You muffled into your pillow, not avoiding Charlie’s hot touch and backing closer to him.

“Oh, my baby. It’s fine, I know how hard you’ve been working.” His voice was full of sincerity and you groaned quietly as you felt his fingers slink up your thigh and work closer to your bare cunt. “I can still take care of you, princess.”

His fingers now pushed deep inside of you with ease and you let out a louder moan.

“Fuck, Charlie. Lemme wake up a bit more…” You whimpered as he removed his fingers and your pussy felt empty, already missing his tender and pinpoint touch.

He shushed you gently, but there was still a chuckle in his voice. “Baby, it’s fine.” He reiterated his statement from earlier before letting out a final satisfied groan, followed by a curse of your name. You matched his groans and bucked your ass back to meet his hips. You gently bit down onto the pillow under your face as the width of Charlie’s cock stretched you out, and ever so slightly nudged against the sweet spot buried inside of you.

“I’ve got you, princess.” You heard his voice again and you could practically hear his smirk.

In a sing-song humorist tone, before he buried you to the hilt he told you, “Lemme wake you up, with my penis.”

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[sarahsmi13s]

Off the Clock

whumptober day 2: overworked / insomnia / exhaustion

pairing: charlie young x reader

characters: charlie young, fem!reader, rick otis, harper (mentioned)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, overworked, exhaustion, insomnia, getting hit by a car, blood, hospital, fighting, more from the caretakers pov rather than whumpee's, please let me know if i missed any

word count: ~3.4k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: charlie's job is sucking the life out of him - working off the clock to get recognized by a boss that doesn't care. what will it take for him to realize the lost sleep isn't worth the loss of himself?

Charlie Young was always a hard worker; he had been since you met him. He wanted to climb that ladder and get those promotions. Get to a position where he doesn’t need to be kissing ass and can make his own damn schedule.

That’s what he wants.

But you? 

You just want him at home.

Yes, you supported him. You loved that he was so hard working. You just hated that he was working himself into the ground. Rick had him in the office before sunrise and way after sunset. You could see the toll it was taking on your boyfriend… and your relationship.

You sighed as you put away the leftovers in the fridge. Charlie had missed dinner, again. 

He had called you and told you that Rick wanted him to go back to the office with him after the District Club. You understood, of course, and told him you would put leftovers from dinner in the fridge for him – right before you heard Rick yelling at him to hurry up. Charlie hung up with a quick ‘I love you’ before the line went dead and you were left with dinner for two and a movie.

So, you picked at your pasta and had the movie on for background noise. Tonight was supposed to be a makeup dinner for the dinner you missed because you got called in to take over a shift last minute, you and Charlie were looking forward to it. Damn-it Rick.

You knew that he couldn’t help it when Rick changed plans on him last minute. And you were honestly less worried about the missed dinner and more worried about the missed sleep.

Charlie had started this cycle of coming home from working all day and then continuing to work from the couch. He spent his weekends, his time off, on things for work. Yeah, you went on dates but he wasn’t having fun. He was exhausted and worrying about getting behind on doing things for his shitty boss.

You were as understanding as you could be, because you knew he was just trying to make a good life, but you were starting to feel like you were enabling him. That your understanding and nonchalance was telling him that that was what you wanted. It wasn’t, you just wanted him.

Maybe tonight would be the night you finally told him that…

Charlie held the bouquet to his chest as he skipped the stairs trying to get to your shared apartment as quickly as possible. He felt awful for missing dinner, but he couldn’t leave the office until Rick did and if he wanted that promotion, he had to show Rick he was dedicated enough for it. 

Fumbling a little when he got to the door, he unlocked it and went in quietly so he wouldn't wake you if you had fallen asleep. 

But you hadn’t.

You were on the couch, curled up in one of his shirts and tucked in the corner reading a book – waiting for him.

His stomach sank. You were mad, you had to be. This was it, you had finally had enough of it. Despite you being the most understanding partner he’s ever had, he knows everyone’s got a breaking point. And this missed dinner had to be yours.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted, your voice soft and a little raspy with tiredness. 

Charlie blinked for a second, confused at your lack of frustration as you got up and walked over to him with a sleepy smile. 

You put your hands on his waist, “Are you hungry?” He nodded and held the newspaper wrapped bouquet out to you, “I’m sorry. I know it-” You held your hand up and took the flowers, “Thank you for the flowers, Charlie. But you don’t have to apologize for your boss. Now, answer my question, are you hungry?”

“Yes, starving,” he said before kissing your forehead. “You said it’s in the fridge?” You nodded before turning to get a vase, “Should be the middle shelf.” He nodded and opened the fridge, finding the tupperware in the spot you said it would be.

“Thank you, for dinner and for staying up for me…”

You smiled as you cut the stems and put them in the water, “Honey, I want to make sure you get home safe. New York is fucking crazy, so no matter how late, I’m gonna do my damnedest to stay up until you get home.”

Charlie smiled at you and kissed your head before he put the pasta in the microwave.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as he waited, “I’m so ready for cuddles now that you’re home.”

He tensed in your arms and sighed, “I won’t be coming to bed for a bit, Honey.” You frowned and looked up at him, “You’re not?” He shook his head, pulling away from the hug as the microwave beeped.

“I have things I need to finish for Rick, it shouldn’t take too long and then I’ll go to bed.”

“Charlie, you just got home, you need to sleep.”

He sighed and sat at the table, “I need to get this done for Rick before Monday. I swear, there’s not much left but I also want to get a jumpstart and things for-”

“You are off the clock, Charlie. You are not in the office right now. If you don’t have much left you can finish it in the morning or on Sunday. But you need to go to bed after eating.”

You weren’t angry per say, more frustrated than angry. Frustrated with Charlie, Rick, yourself — that you weren’t certain of. But you just needed to right this wrong and break this vicious cycle Charlie has put himself in.

He looked up at you, the harsh lighting accentuating the eye bags under his dulling green eyes. “You don’t get it, Y/N.”

“What don’t I get, Charlie?” 

“That I’m doing this so I can stop doing it.”

You furrowed your brow, confused as you leaned on the chair. “That’s makes zero fucking sense.”

“Because you’re not hearing me, babe. I’m doing all these things for Rick. The extra work, the getting ahead of schedule, all of it to prove to Rick that I deserve a promotion! Once I become an analyst, I’ll have more time. But right now is not that time!”

Rubbing your face you looked at him. “You’re exhausted Charlie. You need to take a break to rest. How can you be at your best if you’re tired?”

He shrugged and shoved a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Rick doesn’t take breaks. Do you think he got to where he is by taking breaks? No, so I can’t either.”

You suppressed your groan but it was getting really hard to control your emotions. “Charlie, please, come to bed after eating. Just so I know you’ve had decent sleep.”

Groaning, he looked up at you, “I’m not even tired, I’m perfectly fine.” You shook your head and gripped the chair, “No, no you’re not Char-” “Y/N, I can handle it! I’m fine, I just will finish that one thing and then I’ll go to bed, okay?”

You huffed, pushing off the chair before going to your shared bedroom.

Charlie sighed, finishing his dinner before getting his laptop out and starting on the work he needed to finish. He made you upset, but he needed to get this work done. You’d understand, right?

He got to work and after a few minutes he looked up to see you leave the bedroom with a pillow, his pillow to be exact. 

“Honey, what are you doing?” He asked, confused as you quietly set yourself up on the couch. 

You laid down and snuggled up with the blanket, “If you won’t join me in the bedroom, then I’ll join you in the living room.” You looked over at him, “I just want to be close to you Charlie. I’ll stay out of your hair, just wake me up when you’re done.”

He nodded and sent you a small smile, “I will.”

Well, long story short, you woke up on the couch and found Charlie asleep at the table still in his clothes from work. You wish you could say you were surprised, but you weren’t. It was a frequent occurrence.

And, while normally you would wake him up, you decided this time you could let him sleep. And you had to come up with a plan to get him to break this routine.

Charlie was not happy when he found out that you let him sleep, but you let him be mad because all you were doing was trying to help. And it was clear that you needed to do more when Harper called you later that week and told you that Charlie needed you.

So that’s why you were riding the elevator to the floor Rick’s office was on, picking at your hands as you waited for it to stop.

When it did you were running out of it and to Charlie’s desk.

“Charlie! Charlie! Char- woah… what the hell happened…”

Charlie was fast asleep at his desk, most of the lights off with lemons scattered around him. The green poster board, that looks like a kids science project, is torn and the displays were broken. You looked closer and could make out the name “Otis” on the board. 

Seriously.

Charlie did Rick’s son’s science project? Fucking seriously?

You clenched your jaw and your fists as you took a deep breath before waking Charlie up.

“Charlie, baby, wake up,” you gently shook his shoulder, causing him to jerk away from your touch. “It’s just me baby, it’s just me.” You stroked his hair gently, “Charlie…”

He groans a little and looks at the mess around him, “Fuck… there’s no way I’m gonna fix this in time…” 

You sighed and sat on his desk, “You shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place. That is Rick’s job to help his son with his project. Not have you do it for him, he’s not gonna learn that way.”

“Y/N, I-”

“No, Charlie, this,” you gestured to the ruined project. “This is not your job. This shit has nothing to with your fucking job. You’re Rick’s assistant, not his damn slave.”

Charlie sat up a little, the bags under his eyes even darker than they were Friday night. “How else am I gonna get promoted, Y/N? I’ve been doing this shit for three years-”

“Exactly!”

Charlie stood up, leaning on his chair a little for support, “I have to put in the work, if I don’t then I’m stuck here for three more years. I’m trying to get this promotion for us! For you!”

“I never asked you to do this Charlie!”

“Then why have you been so fucking supportive!”

You held up a finger and put some distance between you and Charlie. “I have supported you because I am your girlfriend. I can see now that it was a mistake. Because you are not happy here Charlie!” 

He scoffed before stumbling over his words, “I-I’m happy, how-how-how do you know that-that I’m not?”

You crossed your arms and arched a brow, “You’re fucking exhausted, Charlie. You wouldn’t be this tired and burnt out if you were happy. With all the shit you do for Rick, you should already be promoted, to another job you don’t want to actually do, might I add. But look at where you are! You’re stuck here, an exhausted assistant trying to run a mile for someone who doesn’t give you an inch!” 

Charlie stayed quiet, his blinking slow as you ranted.

“This job is going to kill you, Charlie. You need to quit, I don’t care if you’re some high ranking analyst or what the fuck ever. I just want you.”

You sighed and walked closer to him, cupping his face as his dull green eyes looked at you. “Please Charlie…”

All he can manage is a nod in your loving hands and you give him a soft smile before gathering his things and taking him home.

Half way through the night, Charlie woke up.

He was stressed about the project, he needed to get it done or he was going to lose his job. 

So, since he was unable to fall back asleep with it on his mind, he got out of bed and found a quick one online, spending the rest of the night finishing it.

Why he was still so hung up on this, he wasn’t sure.

You yelled at him in the office and he had heard you, well he heard words – comprehension may not have done its job because over the next few weeks he was still spending his nights on his laptop working. He would get in bed with you and try to sleep but his mind was always running on a hamster wheel. So after you were out cold, he would get on his laptop and work right there in bed.

You’d be furious, but you didn’t have to know.

And this really wasn’t gonna kill him, was it?

You hummed and checked your phone as you waited in the Mexican restaurant for Charlie. He had suggested going out for lunch the previous night since Rick was going somewhere without him for lunch.

It’d been a few weeks since you blew up at him, trying to get him to leave the job that was stealing him from you. Stealing him from himself.

But Charlie still hadn’t quit, and he thought you didn’t know about the late nights he was still having, but you did and you knew you needed to tell him before it got worse. But you supposed that he needed to be at full capacity to understand why you were so worried about him.

You sighed and looked out the window for your boyfriend when your phone went off with a text from him. 

“Just around the corner, be there soon!😘”

You smiled and decided to go wait outside on the little patio for him.

As you sat down, you looked up to see Charlie approaching the crosswalk and you called out and waved to him.

He looked up and you could see the exhaustion behind his smile, his sunglasses doing little to hide his lack of sleep. 

You gave him a sad smile and stood up to greet him when he crossed the street.

But your heart nearly stopped in your chest as Charlie slowly walked across the street, completely oblivious to the car coming towards him.

You called out to him, but by the time he was aware of the car… it was too late.

The car hit him, sending him to the asphalt in a blurry whirlwind. But you saw it clearly and you don’t think you could ever get the sight of his body hitting the ground out of your head. It was horrifying.

“Charlie!”

You furiously dialed 911 as you ran to Charlie, blurting out the information as soon as the dispatcher answered. 

Once you were told paramedics were on the way, you sat your phone down but stayed on the line.

“Charlie, Charlie,” you pleaded, voice cracking as you took his sunglasses off. “Charlie, look at me baby, show me those pretty green eyes.” Tears fell down your cheeks as blood from his head wound stained your hands.

You kept your eyes on his face, not wanting to see the damage to his legs. 

“Open your eyes damn it! This is not the time to catch up on sleep!” You gritted out between your teeth as you sobbed, holding the side of his face.

“Ma’am, ma’am, is Charlie breathing?”

You shook your head, forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t see you.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Can you put your hand under his nose? You should be able to feel him exhale.”

You nodded, “O-okay.” You did as she said, sobbing in relief when you felt the small exhale on your finger. “He’s-he’s breathing but it seems really faint and-and his head is bleeding a lot.” 

“Do you have anything to stop the bleeding? A jacket or towel?” 

You shook your head again, hand pressing a little harder to his head, “Just-just my hand… oh God.. is he gonna die? Please, he can’t-”

“Not if I can help it, Y/N. The paramedics are less than a block away, we’re gonna get him the help he needs.”

You could only nod as his blood started to soak into your jeans and you held his head carefully in your hands, “Charlie, don’t you fucking clock out on me now. For the love of everything please, please just fucking open your damn eyes.”

But he didn’t.

He remained unconscious until the ambulance arrived and stayed unconscious on the way to the hospital.

You sat curled up in a chair facing Charlie as he laid in the hospital bed.

He had woken up briefly after his surgery, but fell asleep again not too long after.

You were thankful he didn’t remember much, but whether that was from the concussion or lack of sleep you couldn’t say.

You felt like a bad girlfriend for almost being grateful for this accident. That now Charlie could get some sleep and not have to worry about work. And you felt awful for thinking that but you knew that this was the kick in the pants he needed.

Did you blame yourself? Yeah, you did. Because had you done something sooner then maybe he would be in a better job already or at least anywhere but a sterile room with a broken femur and broken ribs.

But you were pulled out of your thoughts by Charlie’s phone ringing. 

Curious you checked it… and to your unsurprise. It was Rick.

You looked at your boyfriend and sighed, grabbing his phone and going out into the hall.

“What do you want?” You hissed out not wanting to wake Charlie.

“You’re not Charlie. Who is this?”

“This is Charlie’s girlfriend. Charlie can’t come to the phone.”

“Well can he come to the office? Because he was supposed to be back an hour ago, I need him to do a few things for me.”

You crossed your arms, “Like your son’s science project? Or what other meaningless task do you have for him to slave over and not get recognition for?”

“Excuse-”

“No, I’m not done talking. Shut the fuck up and listen. Charlie has done everything you have asked of him, and more, for the last three damn years! He has worked night and day to show you how dedicated he is to get a promotion, and you have noticed none of it.”

Rick stayed quiet on the other end of the line, so you continued.

“He comes home from waiting on you hand and foot, running around for your ungrateful ass, and he still works! He does shit that he doesn’t fucking get payed to do. He works off the clock for no extra money. You don’t have the fucking decency to even tell him ‘thank you’!”

You took a breath, not wanting to get too violent.

“Charlie is quitting. He won’t be coming in to work for the rest of the day, or coming in tomorrow, or coming in ever again. I’ll be in to collect his things later. Have the day you deserve Rick.”

With that you hung up and took a few calming breaths before walking back into the room.

“You told me this job would kill me… didn’t think you would be right…”

You looked up and over at him, “I meant it metaphorically… I didn’t think it would end up being reality.” He gave you a weak smile as you came and sat down.

You reached up and held his hand, “You scared the fuck out of me Charlie…” He swallowed and nodded, “I know… I don’t know why I didn’t see it or react sooner I-” “You were exhausted. You being as sleep deprived as you were, your cognitive abilities were fucked up and you missed it.”

He squeezed your hand, “I um.. I heard you and Rick…” You nodded, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles, “Yeah?” He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut before letting his head drop back. “Thank you… I honestly don’t think I had the willpower to do it on my own…”

You sighed a little and sat up on the bed, gently pushing hair out of his face, “Consider yourself officially off the clock, Charlie Young. Get some sleep baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[oncasette]

AIN’T NO SUNSHINE. charlie young & -

sharing a bed. then making up more excuses to share a bed after that night just to wake up next to their roommate in the mornings.

"who knew that living together would lead to this?" "thank god it did.."

for your wonderful and incredible celly please my sweet pea!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 omg this is so charlie coded i’m gonna dajkdsnbdkha

the dryer clause

roommate!charlie young x gn!reader

summary: 0.6k.

you want to say you forgot about your laundry again by accident. want to say that your dryer was just so valiantly shitty that it failed to dry your sheets for the third night in a row, but they hadn't. your sheets were warm and fluffy and dry, and they were sitting in a pile in your desk chair. you left them there as you stalked back across the hall.

or the one where charlie's roommate can't get their dryer to work and is forced to sleep in charlie's room every night.

warnings: none

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it’d started as an accident. truly. a silly, stupid one, but an accident all the same. you’d dumped the couple sets of sheets you’d owned into wash all at once, hoping the wash and dry cycle would have finished with enough time for you to make your bed and slide into warm, dry sheets at the end of the night.

but that hadn’t happened. all of your sheets had been stuffed into the dryer and were currently on their… third round of drying for the evening. and you were stuck knocking on charlie’s door with your pillow in one hand—one of charlie’s silk cases over top—and a blanket in the other.

“i told you not to do it all in one load,” charlie sighs as he opens the door. his hair is fussed up from he’d likely already been on the verge of sleep.

“i know, i know, save the patronizing for the morning, young,” you grumble as you slide past him to toss your belongings on his much softer, much bigger bed.

you barely register him as you situate yourself in the bed. or, on the bed. over the comforter with the blanket you’d brought covering your legs.

“you can get under the covers, you know,” he says and you can hear the chuckle in his voice despite the grogginess.

“mhm,” you hum, but it takes you a minute, either way, to actually give in and shimmy yourself under his comforter.

that first night is comfortable enough. you fall asleep nearly immediately, already exhausted from your day of chores.

the next night, though, you’re knocking on charlie’s door in a fit of rage.

“we’re buying a new dryer,” you huff as you push past him into his room.

you’d been at work all day, having had enough hope in your laundry machines to not check on your sheets until you’d gotten home that evening.

“well, hello to you, too,” he says as he softly shuts the door behind your outburst. you do your best to ignore how shirtless he is, tonight, and how low his boxers are hanging off his hips.

"if i didn't wanna hear it last night, i wanna hear it even less tonight," you say as you throw back his comforter just enough to slide beneath it.

you're more awake than you were the night before, but so is charlie. you can feel him breathing, staring up at the ceiling from beside you as you keep your back turned to him. you know that if you look at him, you'll be forced to reckon with how fast your heart is beating right now. or just how warm he'd looked when he'd let you in.

when you wake up you're facing him, shins pressed against his with your foreheads nearly touching. it takes nearly every modicum of strength you can conjure up to push yourself up and out of bed and back into your room to get ready for the morning.

you want to say you forgot about your laundry again by accident. want to say that your dryer was just so valiantly shitty that it failed to dry your sheets for the third night in a row, but they hadn't. your sheets were warm and fluffy and dry, and they were sitting in a pile in your desk chair. you left them there as you stalked back across the hall.

charlie opens the door before you've even got a chance to knock tonight.

"come in," he says and you think you imagine the smug smirk that quirks up the corners of his lips.

neither of you speak again for a while, both of you curled up in your respective corners of the bed with your gaze upturned toward the ceiling.

"i know your sheets are dry," he says, breaking the silence.

you can't offer him more than a confused hum, opening and closing your mouth in a frantic attempt to conjure up some sort of excuse.

"i'm not mad, you know. just thought i'd let you know," he says, voice nearly a whisper as you feel him turn his head to look at you. "you wanna tell me why you're sleeping in here again?"

"i don't-"

you're cut off by your own gasp, turning your head to meet charlie's gaze.

"please just- tell me if i'm reading this wrong," he says and you're barely given a chance to nod before he's leaning in to slant his lips against yours. he was warm, fingers blazing as he brought a hand up to brush across the exposed skin at your shoulder.

the kiss doesn't last long, barely longer than a peck, before charlie's pulling away to gauge your reaction.

"you know, i have to say i didn't think us living together would lead to this," you hum, already leaning further in to chase his kiss.

"but thank god it did."

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[ruewrote]

𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.

PAIRING: charlie young x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: you get me so high by the neighbourhood WORD COUNT: 656

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it was strange he wasn't around, more hurtful and unexpected than anything. you had never been apart since you had started working for the company.

you'd eat your lunches together,

do errands together.

if you weren't physically together you were most definitely on the phone complaining about what the two of you had to do in that moment or day.

either one of you would buy each other coffee for whoever had gotten out of bed even if it was only slightly later than usual. it was kind of like an unspoken rule.

you could say you leant on each other alot throughout the stresses of your daily tasks. you in particular dealt with major anxiety and he'd be the one to calm you down.

try and reduce your work load and put it on his plate instead, yeah it might of made it more work for him - but it made him at ease when he saw you even slightly relax.

so this had made you worry more about what had been going on with him recently.

at first he didn't call you at all one day, only one messaged once at the end of the day filling you in on what happened. one day turned into three and five turned into a week.

worry lines were becoming more prominent and your wrinkled outfits proved that things weren't looking so good.

all of his behaviour made sense when you met her.

you felt dumb at first, like it made complete and utter sense when you put all the pieces together and felt silly for not seeing it sooner.

now everytime you'd walk into the office, you'd be met with them laughing and joking as they both rummaged through the papers on charlie's desk multitasking eating whilst doing so.

you'd given him a slight glance not to be caught, but you didn't need to worry about being seen since he hadn't taken his eyes off of harper.

your eyes slightly watering as you made your way out of richards office towards the entrance door for another errand to take your mind off of him.

you never thought you had to worry about this sort of thing. you never thought this would happen.

you should have seen this coming, but you didn't.

you were too comfortable, so you gave the both of you some distance.

instead of talking to him on the phone after you were off the clock, you had stuck to keeping yourself busy by reading or watching shitty romance movies.

it only tugged at your heart strings more. missing him was unbearable.

you couldn't admit it to him how you felt... let alone even to yourself!

so here you stand outside of his front door, pizza in hand.

fist banging loudly against the wood only to be met with footsteps after.

the door was opening to be met with him and his stupid pretty eyes and fluffy unstyled hair.

"hi..."

you realised there was nothing to be hesitant about when you felt him almost immediately wrapping you up in his arms, holding you closer to him. trying not to drop the large pizza in the process.

melting into his arms, door still opening whilst the two of you just stood there like that for a little bit before pulling away with smiles on your faces.

"are you two gonna make out or what?" both of you whipping your heads around to find duncan stood with a glass of water in hand looking at you.

rolling your eyes you turned back to each other as he walked away shaking his head.

"i thought something bad happened! i haven't seen you in forever, what's gone on?"

how could you even answer that? yeah im in love with you and it pretty much killed me to see you with somebody else mhm.

"wait you're in love with me?" your smile dropped realising you had said that aloud.

"uhhhh...no?"

© ruewrote.

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[nobody7102]

Hey 👋

I love your Charlie blurbs and I was thinking about Charlie being a personal assistant and slowly falling in love with his boss (his boss finding it cute)

I just know he would be flustered most of the time :)

God what a soft boy, he wouldn’t even realize it either.

Charlie’s voluntarily staying late, even after you tell him he can go home for the third time. “Nope, you are my boss and as your assistant it is my job to make sure you don’t overdo it” he claims.

So the two of you start having mini Dinners together, one of you orders food for the both of you and you eat it in your office while Charlie asks about what you’re doing that’s making you stay so late. It’s such a weekly ritual for the two of you that Harper and Duncan start to become concerned that it’s another “Rick” situation but he cuts down that tree right away.

“No no no, they’re not making me stay. In fact they told me twice last night to go home” he reassured as he sipped his beer.

“Okay then why didn’t you come home?” Duncan hummed “not that I fully minded” he muttered

“Well I did mind” Harper interjected “you said we were gonna check out that new bar and you totally ditched me”

He just shrugged “I didn’t come home because I felt like staying, they even ordered food. For the both of us. And we ate the food, in her office” he emphasized the last part “it was the greasiest and most delicious pizza I’ve ever had” he exclaimed

“Oh my god” Harper laughed looking at Duncan “do you see that’s what’s going on” she smiled as Duncan nodded

Furrowing his brow, Charlie looked between the two before Harper let out a long sigh and placed her hand on his shoulder “dude, you’re whipped for your boss”

Scoffing Charlie shook of her hand “I am not” he huffed “I just like to make sure they don’t stay too late, and that they eats something… sometimes they’ll talk about why they’re staying late bu-“

“Holy fuck Charlie” Duncan laughed cutting him off “You’ve absolutely got the hots for your boss- no I wouldn’t even say that. You’ve got a total fucken crush on them”

And from that moment Charlie slowly realized he did have a crush on you. He’s getting you things you didn’t ask for, double checking stuff to make sure that you absolutely didn’t miss or need anything that’s small and ultimately unimportant to your day but he makes sure you have it.

“I am so sorry I’m late” he’ll run into your office holding coffee and a small paper bag

Shaking your head you wave it off “Charlie it’s perfectly fine, I was just getting responding to some emails”

“Oh I was totally gonna get those I-“

“Charlie” you stop him “it’s fine” you chuckle as you watch him set down a coffee cup and the paper bag on your desk “what’s this?” You ask as he started to leave your office causing him to turn around.

He looks surprised at the question “that’s your normal Matcha… and the bags a chocolate chip muffin and a bear claw”

Taking the bag you pull out the muffin and set it on your desk before getting up with the bag in your hand and walking over to him, “Here” you hand him the bag

“Bu-“

“Nope” you chuckle “you bought it, you should get some of it” as soon as the bag was in his hand you lean even closer placing a kiss on his cheek “thank you Charlie” before turning back to your desk to get back to the emails as if nothing happened.

For Charlie a blush crept onto his face as he stood stunned for a moment before getting back to work.

And your ‘late night mini dinners’ slowly turn into just dinners in the office.

“Charlie.” You call out as he passes by your office causing him to stop and backtrack to the door “do you wanna do pizza or sushi tonight?” He furrowed his brow “unless you have plans” you quickly add “in which case go have fun”

“Plans?” He hummed “tonight?”

Nodding you look at your calendar “yeah? It is Thursday isn’t it? It’s just we normally do dinner here” you look back at Charlie to find that he’s got a soft smile on his face.

“No, I don’t have anything going on” he smirked “umm…. You pick tonight”

“Sushi it is” you smile back

#charlie young set it up #charlie young #Charlie young x reader #set it up #set it up imagine #set it up netflix #set it up x reader #glen powell set it up #glen powell imagine #glen powell x reader #glen powell

[bradshawssugarbaby]

since I have a TGM entry lined up for my valentine's series and I just posted one...

#clark kent x reader #derek hale x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #charlie young x reader #charlie baker x reader #jack harper x reader #fanfic writing

[findmeinforks]

The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one ❤️ 2K words

"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.

"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.

You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.

"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."

"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"

"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"

"AND WERE NOT?"

It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.

You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.

On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.

Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.

You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.

Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.

Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.

Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.

"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.

"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.

Emily sighed.

"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.

"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.

"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.

Kim winced.

You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..

Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.

"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.

Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.

A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.

"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.

Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.

You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.

He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.

"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.

Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.

Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.

"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"

"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.

"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.

"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.

Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.

"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"

You yanked your arm from his grasp.

"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.

Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.

Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.

"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.

This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.

"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.

You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.

But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.

That couldn't be good.

"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.

You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.

Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.

"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.

You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.

"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.

"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.

Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.

Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.

Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.

"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."

After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.

"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."

"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."

Paul just nodded, praying he was right.

~

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.

"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.

"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.

Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.

"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."

"I need to talk to him."

It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.

"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.

Paul remained where he stood,

"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"

"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.

He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.

You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.

"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."

He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.

"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.

You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.

You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.

Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.

When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.

#paul lahote #sam uley #twilight #bella swan #edward cullen #embry call #imagine #jacob black #new moon #quil ateara #fanfic #fanfiction #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x you #emily young #jared cameron #wolfpack #eclipse #breaking dawn #charlie swan #vampire

[trashogram]

He Chose You Fluff:

——— “Mama?”

You glance up from the little table, pausing mid-wipe of the sticky apple juice staining its surface after Charlie had abandoned her carton.

You find your daughter peering through the arched French doors, little palms and dotted nose pressed against the window pane. “C’n we go outside?”

At first you smile, knowing that your daughter’s nursery is just above the palace garden. It may be the safest place in all of Hell, and also one of Charlie’s “favoritest” playgrounds, per her own exclamation not a week ago.

“Of course, muppet.” You say as you resume cleaning what’s left of your little brunch date. “Do you wanna pick more daffodils for Daddy?”

“No, not the gard’n. Outside.” The toddler turns on her hooves to look at you with wide, ruby-red eyes.

You stop again, but your smile fades. “Outside? Like… outside the gates?”

“Mm-hm!” Charlie nods enthusiastically, overlong hair bouncing on her shoulders. “Let’s go!”

She’s already toddling over to you, hand outstretched to take yours. And it takes you a moment to stop stacking cups and plates and putting away the toys that your daughter had insisted join you while you had “mommy and baby” time. Your mind is practically sluggish trying to come up with something to say. Idly, you know that beyond the garden under Charlie’s tiny balcony, glints and gleams of the magically-enforced gate are visible behind carefully plotted ancient trees. It shines perpetually with the crimson sun as well as the swirling quasar of Heaven’s taunting light. It’s always there, even when Charlotte isn’t in her room but playing in your estate or being carried around as her you and Lucifer go about your day.

A twinge of anguish brings a crease to your forehead as you imagine how many times your child must’ve looked directly at the gate with interest. All at once you’re picturing Charlie being older and resenting that barrier, not understanding why the Morningstar family relies on it so damn much. Wishing she didn’t have to be kept in. Likening it to a cage.

(It’ll be even worse than when your daughter asked why she didn’t have any wings when you and Lucifer both did.)

Your hands uncurl from the stuffed animal you’d been holding as you sigh, slow and deliberate. You look back at Charlie, already hanging off of you, waiting with a smile on her face.

She tugs at you and it feels like nothing. You exhale again, mentally chastising for getting too far ahead of yourself.

“Hmm,” You make a show of thinking long and hard about the request as you rise from the floor. “Why don’t we ask Dad first? See if he wants to go with us?”

“Ok!” Your daughter grins, leaping onto the tips of her hooves and holding her chubby arms out. You pick her up and sweep out of the room, what’s left of the mess forgotten as you go.

“Daddy!” Charlie calls out. It’s too loud and too close to your ear but you snicker as she continues to chant. Lucifer is probably on the other side of the castle, but the daughter of the Devil is nothing if not overly excitable.

You have high hopes that Lucifer will turn that excitement into distraction from the idea of leaving the safety of the palace for now.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #little family fluff #And angst? Idk #toddler Charlie is wayyyyy to young to leave the house #Mom and Dad do not want her to experience Hell if they can help it for several years to come #HCY

[sebsxphia]

I am so feral over charlie with a breeding kink... And i know you have blurb but can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get one more🥹

ohhhh goodness, yes, dear anon! charlie with a breeding kink can be so personal!

i can see this when you’re both respectfully high up in the chain of command and you’ve both become bosses yourselves. it’s the perfect time for you to start thinking about raising a family. still, your schedules are both insanely hectic, but during the day charlie can still find thirty minutes here and there to fill you up.

over his desk, over your desk, even booking out a meeting room just so he can have you all to himself and spread out across the large table. bonus points if you’ve got a meeting together in there after!

you both enter the meeting room shortly after, at separate times to avoid any suspicion that he’s fucking you in the office (everyone knows). he’s already sat at the head of the table with the biggest grin on his face, as he watches how your leg jitters slightly after being bent over. you’re both trying your hardest to avoid any prolonged eye contact, but charlie is making it insanely hard. you know he’s making a thing of it as he nods his head to a particular spot on the table.

one of your legs is bent tightly close into your chest, with your other hooked over his broad shoulders, causing his cock to push deep within you. “you look so gorgeous for me, baby. i’m going to make you such a pretty mama. oh my god, you’re taking my cock so tight, baby. i’m going— fill you up— fuck! and in the— meeting, you have to hold it in— god, i love you.”

i love him! 🤭 thank you so much for this thot my dear anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #charlie young #sebs masterlist #charlie young x reader #charlie young x you #charlie young x y/n

[blue-aconite]

Another fake fic title let's gooooo: "The Way You Smile"

The Way You Smile

He could watch her all day. How she scrunched her nose when she was in deep thought, biting the end of her pencil while jotting down notes. The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled. He just couldn’t work up the courage to go over and talk to her.

Charlie could get coffee at the office. But then he wouldn’t get to see her. Besides, his coffee tasted so much sweeter after seeing her smile. And the 15 extra minutes of commute was worth it. He was typing away on his phone, waiting in line when someone taps him on the shoulder. It’s her.

#fe writes #fe loves becca #charlie young x reader #charlie young

[sarahsmi13s]

I GOTTA KNOW ABOUT PREACHER RHETT, HUSBAND BOB FLOYD AND CHARLIE YOUNG AAAAAAAAH GIMME THEM ALL <33

oh my goodness seb my darling!!! i'm so excited to tell you about these 🥹🥹🤩

strap in my love

baptized by rain

this piece is inspired by this post and my last line post is actually from this piece the summary is essentially angel goes to seek help from rhett about her thoughts towards him and about him while he is also battling his own thoughts about her

an extra little snippet: He felt wrong for how he felt about you. How his pants tightened while he preached when you sat in the front row, hanging onto his every word. How when he talked to your parents, all he could think about was you clutching your Bible to your chest or how your doe eyes looked up at him.

babies on board

the squad meets bob's family. his pregnant wife and his four year old daughter, sydney. at a check up bob and wifey learn they're something new about their baby

a little snippet: “C’mon Sydney, you ready to meet daddy’s friends?” Bob asked, squatting down to rub the girl's shoulders and adjust the sundress she had on over her swimsuit. She nodded and wrapped her arms around Bob’s neck as he picked her up, “Let’s go, Daddy!” Bob laughed at her excitement and laced his fingers with yours and you all went down to the sand.

appartment problems

your apartment building decided to do some renovations and due to non-stop construction keeping you awake, you move into the office until construction stops. but charlie, your boss, doesn't know until he comes in to get something he forgot and finds you on the office couch

a little snippet: Her eyes widened, “Oh my God. You like her!” Charlie played it off, “Of course I do, she’s my assistant. Contrary to popular belief, bosses can like their assistants.” “No, you like-like her. I saw it at breakfast and you’re always talking about her.” Duncan nodded, “Yeah, you’ve got a crush on your assistant. And honestly, it’s painful to watch man.” He shoved his shoulder, “I do not.” “We’ll see.”

these are all in the process of being written and headers being created

i'm very excited to get these out <333

#tag game #wip game #soooo many wip #💌 we just got a letter #💋 this is for you #sebsxphia #preacher!rhett abbott x reader #preacher!rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #bob floyd x reader #daddy bob #bob floyd x wife!reader #charlie young #charlie young x reader #charlie young x assistant!reader

[oncasette]

my sweet pea!! i hope you have a wonderful day today, mwah!! ilysm <33

thinking about charlie and rhett taking care of you after. they may fuck you until you cry, but they’ll be so good to you after. hghhhhhhh

oh the gif. oOOOHHHHHH the GIF.

charlie feels guilty for making you cry. his momma raised him right, and he’s quick to wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb or kiss them away if your face is close enough for him to do so. rhett, though. rhett loves it. rhett makes it his mission to make you cry. thinks he hasn’t done his job if you’re not sobbing by the end of it all. sometimes won’t even let you cum unless you’ve shed a couple tears.

they’re both all over you after you’re done, though. you’ll usually all take a nice long shower together with the boys taking turns with who’s holding you up. they’re making sure the water’s damn near boiling—despite how crazy rhett thinks you are for wanting your skin to melt in the shower—and using the lavender body wash you save for special occasions.

charlie gets out before you and rhett do so he can change the sheets, even throws your towel in the dryer to get it nice and warm for when you get out.

#rhett abbott x reader x charlie young #charlie young #rhett abbott #charlie young x reader #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #glen powell #glen powell x reader #outer range #set it up

[madebyrolo]

𝗜𝗳 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

Y/n Lara moves to Forks the summer before her senior year. She decides to explore the town on her own and while having dinner she meets a boy. Who knew the moment he laid eyes on her she wouldn’t

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𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿!

I do not own any of the rights to the original characters apart from the book series twilight by Stephanie Myers.

I do not own any of the pictures added to my stories.

Credit to all of the people to made these.

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[nobody7102]

OMG you write for Charlie Young 😍

Could you please write Charlie in a in a post-sex daze and him laying on his girls chest and rambling about how amazing her boobs are.

So super soft post sex stuff please 💕

YES BOOB-DAZED CHARLIE!! (I love my office boy)

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“Fuck” Charlie panted as he lowered himself onto his elbows. “Holy fuck” he panted once more before pressing his face into the valley of Y/N’s breasts

“Oof!” She breath out as his arms wrapped around her waist, he buried himself further into her chest “Charlie?” She chuckled, running her hands through his hair.

Only to be met with “tmmm amm ammm pfmmnn” before Y/N moaned feeling his teeth graze the side of her boob.

“W-what?” She stammered out as her grip in Charlie’s hair tightened

Lifting his head slightly he spoke again “These are absolutely perfect” he dropped his head once more to graze his teeth around her nipple “so soft” he mumbled against her skin before clamping his teeth around her nipple as one of his hands came up to pinch the other.

“Charlie!” Y/N whined

Pulling off of her nipple, “and when they give me a reaction like that” he began kissing all over her boobs, any part he could get too before he face planted into the valley once more “hmm Imm cmmm tmmm tmmmm smmm tmmmmm ammm hmmm tmmm fmmm smmm imm wm”

Letting out a laugh, Y/N tugged at his hair to lifted his head. Meeting his eyes she smiled seeing the slight glaze to them, “you hmmmmm?” She laughed

Smiling from ear to ear, Charlie began kissing from the valley, up her neck, to just below her left ear. “If I could touch them” he kissed her earlobe “squeeze them” his hand moved to pinch her nipple once more yearning him a mewl “and hold them twenty four seven” he kissed just below her ear once more “I would”

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

#fic ideas #fic writing #writing #poll #writing poll #i have too many ideas #top gun: maverick fic #teen wolf fic #superman fic #clark kent x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #derek hale x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #charlie young x reader #set it up fic #harrison knott x reader #press play fic