#charlie kelly x reader
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cowboy kisses
charlie kelly x fem!reader
wc: 1.2k
warnings: cowboy charlie (s7e1), soft touch-starved charlie, (fake) blood, mention of vomiting, no use of y/n, mac is a jealous baby, fluff, lotsa kissin'
an: i know this is a very niche part of the market but i needed to get it out my system. it's a personal head cannon of mine that Charlie is ace but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve some kissy kissy and my need to love on him is literally making me a non-functional member of society: so enjoy! remember to reblog and comment to support your favourite writers :3
summary: Charlie makes a handsome cowboy, covered in fake blood or not.
the knock rumbling against your door is almost certainly loud enough to wake up the whole floor of your apartment building. you flinch back against your couch at the sound, flicking off the television that’s been only half entertaining you for the last hour.
“babe! babe!”
even without his calls, you know it’s him. Charlie was the only person who could arrive so unprecedented at your apartment at nearly nine o’ clock at night and not expect a right hook to the jaw as soon as you swing the door open.
you’re halfway to a whisper-yelled “Charlie, keep it down!”, tugging the door open, when you take in the state of your boyfriend.
he’s lively, bouncing on the balls of his feet: hands fidgeting around the orbit of his head. “you won’t believe what happened.”
beyond that, his umber locks are hiding under the reach of a caramel cowboy hat. his chest tucked into a denim vest with a bowler tie flat against it.
most jarring of all is how his whole cowboy get-up and the better half of his face is covered in … is that blood?
“—so then Frank got on one knee and when he proposed, Roxy literally had a heart attack and—“
your boyfriend is still standing out between the hallway and the doorframe, halfway through another outrageous tale that the neighbors are no doubt privy to.
“baby …” your chest tightens and twists in concern. you reach for his face, the blood is caked in his beard but dry to the touch. “you’re covered in blood?”
he quietens at your touch. he usually does. whole body stutters like he’s never been met with a soft hold a day his whole life.
“oh— this? don’t worry, i ate some of these tablet things so i could go on this date with this lady from the internet—“
you’re guiding him gently by the wrist into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.
“you went on a date with a lady from the internet?”
he fumbles, fingers drifting to brush against your palm. “well, not for me. obviously not, i have you—“
nudging him through the apartment to lean against your kitchen sink, which he does without resistance, you laugh lightly. “well, don’t let me hold you back, Charlie.“
his forehead tightens in confusion. you love the look of it on your sweet, sweet boyfriend. the water is cool where you run a rag under it’s stream.
“you know what they say, don’t let your current girlfriend stop you from finding your future wife.” your voice curls at the edge, teasing him, and you’re horrible because you know Charlie is no good on picking up on stuff like that.
he shakes his head, hands nervously scrunching at his sides. your own rise to his head, gently bumping the cowboy hat so that it sits further up his crown and you can start working the wet cloth over the crimson marks on his creased forehead.
“why would— you’re my future wife. aren’t you?” it’s phrased like a fact more than a proposal. a clarification.
Charlie is sometimes the most romantic person on the planet, by no fault of his own. he says things like that with such honesty and quiet conviction that it curls a warm feeling between your organs: like maybe he was the other half every person sets out to find between the throes of fighting general existence. at least yours.
you smile at him. that i’m so fucking sickeningly in love with this doofus kind of smile that seems to set him a little more at ease. his fingers are tentative when they reach for your hips.
“i was just teasing, babe. i’m sorry.”
you’re gentle where you’re dragging the cloth over his skin, working from the top of his face to clean it of blood.
“oh.” he settles. “well anyways, so Roxy has this heart attack: Frank is still on one knee, Mac tries to call 911–!”
Charlie rambles and you listen. at least as well as you can with his less than comprehensible story-telling abilities and his talent for being involved in mostly unbelievable happenings.
the rag has made it’s way to his beard, you’re still trying to work softly: hand under his jaw while the fabric works between strands of wired hair, thumb pressing a bump into the hollow of his cheek.
“so after that we hung up. and i came straight here, cause i wanted to tell you.” he sighs, body slumping with the catharsis of imparting his tale upon you. “Mac said i’m a pussy because i’m always leaving them to come here. but i missed you, and i think he’s kinda jealous cause i have a girlfriend and he doesn’t.”
your hand stills, curling under his chin so your knuckle is steering his face up to yours. “Mac can go suck a dick. and i missed you too, Char.”
he’s the one who presses up for a kiss, eyes still wide and desperate as the day you met. you indulge him happily, squishing your nose against his when your lips meet sloppily and your hands wrap around his neck: pushing him further against the edge of the sink.
Charlie hums and it’s your favourite sound. his hands are lost, but excited where they’re chasing up your back and over your face.
your boyfriend tastes bitter and metallic, like the blood capsules he threw up, but also sweet like the melting packet of caramels he keeps in his jean pocket.
you pull back, brushing your nose against his. his face chases yours: eyes still closed.
“you look so handsome in this little get-up, baby.” sighing, hand twisting into his, you say. “you make a good cowboy.”
he perks up at that, “you should hear my accent! what i said to that lady, so, when she opened the door i said—“
there’s a grumble, like he’s clearing his throat, “—tarnation, you look pretty as a peach. yes you do!”
the accent is crumbly but charming in a way that only your Charlie can make it. he nods, grinning and proud, and you throw your head back to laugh.
you pat fondly over his shoulders, “you’re sure talking a lot about this lady you took on a date while i was sitting home missing you like crazy. was she pretty?”
he guffaws, huffs like you’ve asked him about the weather. “nah. i mean … like, not pretty like you.”
there’s a moment of quiet. he waits to see if he’s said the right thing.
“hmm.” you run a gentle thumb down the side of his face. “you know i don’t like to share.”
you press your chest against his and his breath buckles. his skin is sticky with sweat when you push a kiss into his neck.
“you’re kinda making me all jealous with your story.”
Charlie shakes his head. “you-you shouldn’t be.”
releasing his neck with a pop, briefly grinning at the hickey you’ve painted there, you bump your nose lovingly against his.
“i know.” he’s red with a blush now. “wanna put on a movie and not watch it while we make out on the couch?”
he beams. “hell yeah.”
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heyyy was wondering if you did hcs and if you did could I request dating charlie kelly ones?? i cannot stop thinking thoughts
dating charlie kelly hcs!!
a/n: AHHH i love this i have so so many thoughts!! these are like my personal hcs but i still hope these make sense and i have a good grasp on his character. i think i do after watching 15 seasons multiple times but idk. let me know! thank you and i hope you enjoy it!! <33
not my gif!
charlie absolutely adores you!! he looks at you and just has absolute heart eyes
he’s also very obsessive (to a certain extent, not like with the waitress (unless you’re into that))
when you first met, god, he was so awkward. he thought he was constantly making a fool of himself but you found him very endearing :)
sometimes still can’t believe that you’re actually together
he LOVES stealing getting you gifts whenever he can
he hangs onto every word you say so he knows your interests very well. when he sees anything related to them, wether it be a shirt, a keychain, action figures, or even just little trinkets he think you’d like, he just has to get it for you
you get little gifts for him too and he loves them. cherishes each and every one
charlie’s doesn’t really like being touched but you’re definitely an exception
especially after coming home from a long day of doing charlie work at the bar. all he wants is for you to hold him and run your fingers through his hair while some random show plays on the TV
he’s the only one who ever actually does work at Paddy’s, but if you work with the gang he 100% procrastinates just so he can spend time talking to you at the bar
always trying to get you on board with whatever latest scheme him, or the gang, has because he just always wants to spend time with you. doesn’t matter what you guys are doing
dennis often flirts with you, mainly just to get on charlie’s nerves, and you always turn him down. charlie trusts you more than he’s ever trusted anyone (besides maybe Mac), but he can’t help but still feel possessive
not a big fan of PDA but will always wrap an arm around your waist or shoulder as his little way of saying “hey back off, they’re mine”
will also brush against your arm and leave just little touches throughout the day, especially when no one else is around
not that he doesn’t like showing affection in front of others!! he’s not like embarrassed or anything. in fact, he loves showing you off
he would just rather save all the cuddly stuff for when you guys are alone, away from the worries of the world
i feel like one of his main love languages is definitely acts of service.
oh you’re afraid of spiders? he’s immediately squashing them with his shoe the second he sees one in your apartment
will try to make you dinner. it usually goes fine but if he ends up burning it then, hey, it’s the thought that counts. you’re still super appreciative and give him a hug and kiss, before ordering take out for the two of you
anything he can do for you, he will do for you. even if it’s something as simple as getting you a beer from the fridge after a long day
if you’re always sleepy in the morning, he knows that about you. when you tiredly get out of bed, forced to start your day, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back into bed. he’ll mumble something about a few more minutes and the two of you just stay in bed for a while, content in each other’s arms.
he loves to just observe you. like if you’re running around the bar, serving drinks, he’ll just watch and admire you.
the two of you absolutely adore each other. the gang teases you often but you guys don’t care. and the gang will never flat out admit it, but they’re happy for the both of you :)
little extra i think about often:
charlie has a soft spot for cats. if you happen to be a cat person too? you two are definitely going to the shelter and adopting one together
you’re content spending the majority of your time at home with just charlie and your cat. and so is he
he loves the gang, of course, but you’re his sanctuary. his safe place amongst all the chaos in his life.
spending time together on the couch, eating snacks and watching movies, with your cat cuddled up on your lap, is the perfect night to both of you <33
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could you do romantic Dennis or Charlie hcs with a super affectionate s/o btw I love your account ^^
YASS i got you!!!! and tysm omg!!
charlie
- lowkey really obsessed with you. like hes never had anyone so openly love him like this. so it kind of reduces him to gibberish when you kiss him on the cheek
- hes always pointing you out to people who come into the bar bc hes so dumbstruck that you’re actually his and he wants to tell everyone
- sometimes when the gang is sitting in a booth and you scooch in next to him and interlock your hands, he just goes blank for a couple minutes until he comes back to reality
- one time he actually offered you his jacket and you kissed him on the nose in gratitude. he didn’t stop grinning until mac tried to tackle him for “looking dumb as hell”
- im sooo picturing lots of times where you’re holding his hand and he just can’t stop glancing over to look at you because hes so amazed
- at some points he gets so overwhelmed he has to take a couple laps around the bar
dennis
- initially pretend he hates it. hes always pulling his hand away or swerving away from a kiss while mumbling “pda is gross”
- but one time when you guys are sitting at the bar, you catch him off guard with a kiss on the shoulder. he spins his chair away with an annoyed noise but you can see his cheeks go bright red
- he’s bartending one night and gives you a drink and you go “thanks handsome” and he has to fumble to not drop the bottle he’s holding. you pretend like you weren’t looking to save him the embarrassment
- one of the first times he initiates is when you guys are sitting in a booth with the gang, and he nudges ur hand under the table. when you go to move it away, he interlocks your pinkies and shoots you a quick smile
- you come into the bar one night after an awful day at work and make a beeline for him. he opens his mouth to say something rude but stops short when you wrap your arms around him. he looks around to make sure no one’s watching and surrenders, putting his arms around your shoulders and mumbling his best attempts at encouragement
soo fun!!! i luv writing the boyz :))
#x reader#its always sunny in philadelphia#iasip#iasip x reader#dennis reynolds#charlie kelly hcs#dennis reynolds x reader#charlie kelly x reader
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“oh my god, i do not have time for you.”
LMAOOO the lawyer deserves a vacation for having to deal with the gang all the time
#autumn shitposts !!#its always sunny in philadelphia#charlie kelly#the lawyer#charlie kelly x reader#its always sunny#///#how fast charlie got scared when he accepted LMAOOO#i love them#this show is the best sitcom idc what anyone says
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The Best of the Worst | Charlie Kelly
Charlie Kelly noticed the pretty blonde girl just as Dennis Reynolds tried to make her into another one of his conquests.
Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.
Part One: Charlie Makes a Friend
“What’s your name?”
“Juliette.”
“Well, Juliette, I must say, you are quite eye-catching. Do you model?”
“Uh, no,” the blonde smiled, “I don’t.”
“Have you ever thought about it?” Dennis Reynolds asked her.
“Not really…”
Juliette couldn’t figure out in what way exactly, but she found Dennis extremely off-putting. He was friendly, but only in the way that serial killers were friendly, saying all the right words and smiling and blinking at the proper intervals to be considered attractive and trustworthy to the human eye.
Juliette was grimacing beneath her polite smile, and Charlie could see it from across the restaurant. He, Dennis, and Mac had decided to eat out at Guigino’s, the fancy Italian restaurant, that Monday afternoon. And when Dennis saw the pretty blonde waitress, he decided he had to have her. Luckily, Charlie swooped in as he came back from the bathroom, or at least tried to.
“Hey, guys!” Charlie exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he stood beside his friend, trying to distract from him.
“Hi,” Juliette smiled, a bit confused by the situation now. “Can I get you anything…?”
“Uh, no, no,” Charlie shook his head, trying to appear sophisticated despite the fact that his T-shirt had holes in it that weren’t there when he first got it. “My compliments to the chef on his parmesan!”
“Uh… Okay,” Juliette nodded, glad to at least be off of whatever topic Dennis had decided on.
“Hey, guys!” Mac suddenly appeared between Dennis and Charlie, feeling left out. “Are we all talking?”
“No! …God damn it, Charlie…” Dennis muttered in his breath, somewhat subtly glaring at his friend as he turned to face him, “You don’t even compliment a chef on their parmesan, it’s cheese, you don’t have to make the cheese, it goes on a dish! You can compliment the dish that it goes on, but you don’t compliment the goddamn parmesan…”
“Do you guys need anything?” Juliette interjected uncomfortably, feeling as if she were waiting on an old married couple. “‘Cuz if you don’t, I kinda have my own customers to serve…”
“Yeah, actually,” Dennis smiled, turning his attention back to her as his blue eyes filled with hope, “Your phone number?”
Juliette stared blankly, batting her eyelashes as she failed to hide how flabbergasted she was. “N-No,” she murmured, in awe that he couldn’t pick up on the fact that she wasn’t interested at all.
“A-Are you sure?” Dennis stammered, offended by her rejection. “Because, if I may be frank, a man like me knows exactly what to do with cans like yours—”
They all watched as Juliette stormed off, no longer interacting with him under the false pretenses of polite customer service. She walked away shaking her head and muttering something under her breath, leaving Dennis to awkwardly stare at the floor as Charlie and Mac both turned to look at him.
“Dennis, that was pathetic,” Charlie scoffed.
“No it wasn’t,” Dennis snapped, “Shut up Charlie, you can’t even spell ‘pathetic’.”
“You’re right, I can’t,” Charlie agreed, “Which makes it even sadder that even I know she totally rejected you.”
“No, she didn’t,” Dennis sighed.
“Oh, she totally did, bro,” Mac insisted.
“Oh come on, the two of you know nothing about women!” Dennis exclaimed impatiently. “She was probably a lesbian…”
“I don’t think she was a lesbian, dude,” Charlie remarked.
“She totally was,” Dennis insisted as he sat down, the other two automatically following suit.
Throughout the rest of their lunch together, Charlie couldn’t help but think about Juliette, the girl Dennis has treated like another thing on the menu to be ordered over and tried. He felt strangely sad, seeing the awkward look on her face as she tried to fake her way through her unpleasant interaction with Dennis.
Charlie knew he definitely wasn’t as suave, or as handsome, or as clean as Dennis Reynolds, but he knew that if he’d gotten the chance to talk to Juliette first, he at least would’ve been a lot nicer to her than Dennis was. He liked to think that if he could, he would’ve asked Juliette questions about herself, like how she felt about ghouls, or what color of jelly bean was her favorite, or if she liked cats.
The thought was on Charlie’s mind up until Dennis payed their bill with his father’s card, and so he decided to head back to the door to the kitchens by the bathroom.
“Uh, excuse me?” Charlie asked nervously, seeing a busboy coming out.
“Yeah?” the younger guy asked.
“Do you know where Juliette is?” Charlie asked him.
“Uh, I think she’s out back taking a smoke break,” he offered.
“Okay. Out back. Okay, thanks,” Charlie nodded, rushing out towards the front door before Mac and Dennis could notice.
He headed toward the back alley of the Philadelphia restaurant, familiar with the place. Sure enough, he found the beautiful blonde girl leaning up against the brick wall, smoking something that could only be described as harsh even for a cigarette. Charlie approached her shyly with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, gently clearing his throat.
Juliette looked up at him with a furrowed brow.
“What do you want?” she asked quietly.
Considering how Dennis had spoken to her, Charlie found that she was extremely polite. He noticed she looked kind of like a businesswoman, in her black work pants and white button-down shirt.
“Look, I’m not like Dennis, okay, that guy’s a total dick,” Charlie said frankly, “I don’t wanna bother you or anything. I just wanted to say ‘sorry’,” he offered her an olive branch.
Juliette studied him for a moment, taking a long, contemplative puff from her cigarette before tapping the ash off.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
Charlie nodded, glad she seemed receptive.
“I, uh… I love Dennis and all, I guess, but I think he’s really mean to those nice, pretty girls he talks to,” Charlie spoke candidly, rambling on without a filter. “I don’t get it. Like, why be mean to anybody, but being mean to nice, pretty girls is just crazy. Being mean to you is crazy. You’re so pretty, and you seem nice, and all…”
He trailed off into silence as he looked down at the ground, moving in awkward directions with his hands in his pockets like a child unable to stand still.
“Thank you,” Juliette smiled, with a different tone from before.
“You’re welcome,” Charlie said finally, feeling accomplished as he realized he’d said something that she appreciated. “Can I have one?” he asked after a brief pause.
Juliette looked down and realized he was asking for a cigarette.
“Yeah. Sure,” she nodded quickly, opening the red pack for him. “What was your name?”
“Uh, Charlie!” he said quickly, taking a second to remember his own name.
“Nice to meet you, Charlie,” she said calmly, sympathizing with his nervousness.
“Nice… to meet you, too,” he remarked, unable to remember the last time someone had said that to him.
He pulled a 100 from the box and allowed her to light it for him as he put it in his mouth. She watched him cough as he just barely started to inhale, pulling the cigarette from his mouth for a moment.
“Reds aren’t your usual?” she gathered.
Charlie coughed as he looked at her with watery eyes.
“Honestly, I don’t like cigarettes,” he confessed. “I just wanted to feel, like, what you feel all the time, you know?”
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Chapter Two
#charlie kelly#charlie kelly x reader#its always sunny in philadelphia#its always sunny in philly#it’s always sunny in philadelphia#it’s always sunny in philly#iasip#charlie day#rcg#sunnyblr#charlie kelly fic#charlie day fanfic
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Jaelyn's fic recs!
Fluff - 🧡
Smut - 💛
Part one! <- Part Two!
☆ Cupids Arrow (Izuku Midoriya) by @fairytsuk1
prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids" 🧡💛
☆ Dressed To Impress (Andrew Siwicki) by @yourlocalsmutwriter
Summary: post Shorty awards smut, because Andrew in a suit makes us all thirsty 🧡💛
☆ Running Wild (Jaeden Martell) by @emmy-writes-sometimes
Summary: Jaeden takes Evans!Reader on a special road trip 🧡
Summary: You convince Gareth to teach you play the drums, after your cousin, Eddie refuses to teach you guitar, much to his dismay. 🧡💛
☆ Lessons (Gareth Emerson) by @mytheoristavenue
☆ Languid (Din Djarin) by @oliviajdjarin
Summary: Lovey dovey sex with your husband, Din. 🧡💛
☆ Experience (Konig) by @rowarn
Summary: in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man 💛
☆ Sitting On Her Face (Hazel Callahan) by @subbypeterparker
Summary: Exactly what the title says... 💛
☆ Bumps & Bruises (Hazel Callahan) by @mphountitled
Summary: "If I put my hands up your skirt right now, am I gonna find you wet?" 🧡💛
☆ Family Affair (Keigo Takami) by @kleftiko
Summary: keigo can’t help that the sight of you with kids makes him want to put a baby in you, and you’re so willing to let him 💛
☆ Cowboy Kisses (Charlie Kelly) by @heartthrobin
summary: Charlie makes a handsome cowboy, covered in fake blood or not. 🧡
☆ Baby Fever (Sal Fisher) by @salfishersface
Synopsis - Sal has baby fever. 🧡💛
☆ Mirror Sex (Sal Fisher) by @cultrise
Summary: Exactly what the title says 💛
#izuku midoryia x reader#andrew siwicki x reader#jaeden martell x reader#gareth emerson x reader#din dijarn x reader#konig x reader#hazel callahan x reader#keigo takami x reader#charlie kelly x reader#sal fisher x reader#fic recs
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Naked and Famous, Pt.1
A/N: HEYOOOOOO it's been a while. This has been my go-to sleep scenario for my beautiful little buttercup Charlie Kelly. Hope you enjoy
WC: 799
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4:30 PM
On a Saturday
Philadelphia, PA.
.
What the hell is a “Naked and Famous?!”
The guy sitting on the stool across from me just stares expectantly, though kindly. Pretty sure he can tell I’m very, very new to this. And, of course, there’s no one else tending bar.
Dennis and Mac are engrossed in a vicious game of pool: Mac had desperately tried to convince him to play for clothes, though thankfully, they settled on bragging rights. I know better than to interrupt their time together. Charlie’s probably huffing God-knows-what in the back office. Poor thing. Dee and Frank are out, either looking for a mark or bleeding one dry. I think I heard the words “flammable,” “that yellow tape they put up at crime scenes,” and “orphans.” – Good luck, kids.
“You son of a bitch!” Dennis shouts over Mac’s carefree karate victory dance.
Christ. Do these people remember that this is an actual business? With customers?
Oh shit. The customer.
“I'm gonna be real with you. I have no idea what that is, but let me go check on the computer in the back,” I offer, shooing away his insisting that just a beer would suffice. “Gimme one sec.”
Maybe I’ve only been working for half an hour, but I deserve a break, anyways. I walk to the PRIVATE door, past the pile of dirty glasses I knew I’d have to clean because no one else would, and the on-taps dripping pitifully, begging me to change their kegs.
One, two, three knocks on the door earns me a haggard “Who’s there?”
“It’s me,” I respond, thankful that Charlie hasn’t passed out yet.
Several seconds pass before I hear anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the still-conscious conclusion so quickly. Just as I’m about to knock again –
“Come on in,” he drawls, with all the effort made to unsuccessfully hide his slurred speech.
As I enter the small room, walls painted a nauseating two-toned egg yolk yellow and throw-up green, I pull up a chair next to Charlie at the desk. He smiles, excitedly yet weakly, as I walk in.
Scruffy, simple, and sweet. Just how I like them. Honestly, if he cleaned himself up, I’d jump his bones.
“ ‘Sup?” he asks, hands neatly folded in his lap.
“ ‘Sup to you. You look sick, Charlie.”
“W..what do you mean? I feel…fine.” His eyes are struggling to stay focused and open. There’s an open can of paint thinner at his side, its sides violently dented from attempts to squeeze out that last bit of escape.
“I mean that you’re super sweaty, and you look super pale and shit. Are you sure you’re alright, dude?”
“Never better,” he grins. It looks genuine, thankfully. “Whatcha need?”
“Customer came in asking for a ‘Naked and Famous’ – what the hell is that, right? – so I’m gonna borrow the computer to search it up,” I explain, pulling the keyboard closer to me and leaning over him slightly to look at the monitor. Maybe I’m a bit too close for comfort, but I hope he’s picking up what I’m putting down.
“Oh, cool,” he replies. Then – “Wait, wait, wait!”
4,300,000 results for “GANGBANG.”
Oh fuck.
Ohhhhh fuck.
Neither of us say anything, but both of us understand.
A loading sign finally finishes its job, slow and laborious, thanks to the bar’s lack of its own WiFi and Frank’s solution to siphon it from the place next door – as he once explained, “it’s a free country, bitch.”
A pretty lady appears on the screen, and she looks very pleased.
Well, at least he muted it.
I try to say something, anything. “I, uh….Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…intrude. Um, I’m gonna go. Yep, gotta go, gotta go,” I blurt as I rush for the sweet escape of literally-anywhere-else-but-here. The whole time, Charlie’s gotten waaaayyyyy paler and much more silent. I slam the door shut and pause for a few moments to regain my composure, like I didn’t just see my boss in the middle of getting his rocks off.
As I make my way back to the already-unsettled customer, a scream erupts from the back office. Damn, that kid’s got pipes – birds scattering, Earth and wine glass shattering. Really, if I wasn’t an active participant in this, it would be funny. Mac and Dennis look up – both of them now have their shirts popped off – then to me. The deer-in-headlights look across my face is enough for them, I guess, as they reluctantly shrug their shirts on (leaving them unbuttoned) and enter the office.
Before the customer can ask any questions, I fill a glass with whatever – it’ll get him drunk all the same – and hand it to him, shakily. A little bit spills out, but we both couldn’t care less.
He nods in appreciation, and in understanding. At least someone here gets me.
#iasip#charlie kelly#always sunny#dennis reynolds#iasip mac#charlie kelly x reader#charlie kelly fic#WHAT TAGS AM I SUPPOSED TO USE WTF#birdiewrites
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requests + masterlist
requests are currently open! ill write fluff and smut, angst and hurt and comfort. im not comfortable with writing about gore and violence. i don't write for obvious fucked up things such as incest, pedophilia, non-con etc.
what fandoms i write for currently:
• arrested development:
• what we do in the shadows
• it's always sunny in philidelphia
• beetlejuice
• superstore
#arrested development x reader#gob bluth x reader#michael bluth x reader#michael x reader#beetlejuice x reader#what we do in the shadows x reader#wwdits x reader#nandor x reader#laszlo x reader#nadja x reader#charlie kelly x reader#dennis reynolds x reader#sweet dee x reader#its always sunny in philidelphia x reader#iasip x reader
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Sealing Charlie in a bowl of jelly
*Im not american, i mean jelly as in jelly, jelly, jelly, wobbly stuff... jelly, jelly, jelly, there's never enough, YEOW!
🫙 he wouldnt actually care until you have put the bowl in the fridge and left it there for a good 10 mins
🫙 keeps trying to swim around to stop it from setting... whipped jelly like whipped cream though
🫙 i think he would definitely be mad pissed and a little panicked at first, but then just become more panicky and forget his anger over time
🫙 he would find it so frustrating to swim around in there. also there would be sooooo much whining about breathing and why are you doing this to me type stuff
🫙 it's definitely possible that he's the type to just embrace it, over time realising that actually its pretty peaceful in the jelly... no one is talking to him, no one is touching him, no one is asking him to shower all the time. its just. blissful silence as the jelly seeps into his ear canal and does irreparable damage to his hearing.he could get used to this
🫙 he would not realise that he can quite easily eat all the jelly, at least not for a very, very long time.
🫙 once he's done that though, he would be all about trying to take whatever is topping the bowl (im imagining glad-wrap). his hands and teeth would just be so slippery he cannot bite or punch through the glad-wrap it just slides right over
🫙 also dont forget. fishbowl warping. he would look so funny in there his head would be all big
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Whats My Age Again?
Chapter 3
Charlie Kelly x reader
Summary: a charlie kelly high school fic where the reader is Mac's sister, thats it.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
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“Who wants popcorn?” Mac asks, crushing the beer can in his hands.
“Nah, I’m actually pretty tired, I think I'm gonna crash,” Dennis admits, grabbing his bag and heading to the downstairs bathroom to begin his lengthy nightly routine.
“Oh god he’s gonna be in there forever,” Charlie sighs, “Shit and I have to pee.”
“Just go upstairs,” Mac mumbles, mouth full, having found one of the chip bags they had opened earlier still had crumbs in it.
Charlie shakes his head, still thinking about earlier in the night and the tender moment Y/N and him had shared. After a minute he had to pee even more, “Fuck it,” he trudged his way up the stairs. He passed your closed door and the thoughts overcame him again, not even registering that the light in the bathroom was on, or that the linen closet door was open.
“Ah!” Y/N yelled as she closed the linen closet door, blankets falling from her hands.
Charlie yelped in return and turned to see her standing there. The two gripped their own chests for a moment and caught their breaths.
“You scared me,” Y/N said, regaining her composure and picking up the blankets off the floor.
“Same for me,” Charlie laughed a little, which caused Y/N to do the same. “Here, let me help you,” He bent down to help gather the blankets, but made the mistake of looking up at her. Y/N felt his eyes on her and looked up, locking eyes. Their faces were centimeters apart, he could feel her breath on his face. He couldn't help the compulsion to look down at her lips, where smudged lipstick sat, leftover from prom. Her lips part slightly at the weight of his stare, and his eyes flick back up to hers. Like magnets, they are pulled together, connecting at the lips. Charlie’s hand finds its way to Y/N’s cheek. The kiss is sweet and gentle, and it ends far more quickly then Y/N had hoped.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie stands, snapping out of his stupor.
“No, no, don’t be,” Y/N stands as well, grabbing his hand lightly.
Charlie’s eyes land on where she holds his hand, his gaze trailing back up to her face. He pulls her into another kiss, this one is deeper and rougher. Y/N pulls his body into hers and backs up against the counter. Charlie craves to be impossibly closer to her and lifts her gently up onto the th counter, never breaking the kiss. Y/N’s hands begin to roam his body, and Charlie breaks the kiss only to lower his head down on her neck to suck there.
*knock knock*
“ Y/N, what’s taking so long?” Dee calls from outside the bathroom. Th pair breaks apart.
Mac had trailed his way upstairs, bored, “Wait, I thought Charlie was in there?” he asks Dee, albeit loud enough for the couple in the bathroom to also hear.
“Shit,” they whisper in unison.
Y/N rushes to grab the blankets and Charlie straightens himself up in the mirror. “Follow my lead,” she urges. Opening the door with a sheepish smile on her face, “Oh, hey guys,” she attempts acting nonchalant.
“What were you both doing in the bathroom together..?” Mac asks, fearing the answer.
Y/N puts on her best embarrassed smile, “I may have clogged the toilet, and AND I didn’t want to make a big deal about it but then Charlie came up and helped me.”
She nudges Charlie lightly, “Yeah, yeah, I was just helping her!” He spoke a little too excitedly. “Nothing to worry about, bro,” he added in cooly, which earned a glare from Y/N.
“Okay…” Mac approved. Dee only nodded.
“Okay, well, night guys!” Y/N rushed past the two boys, dragging Dee with her.
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LUCK OF THE IRISH
Pairing: Charlie Kelly x fem!reader Summary: Charlie decided to stay in Ireland with his father Shelly, and he happens to meet the cute new coffee shop waitress down the road from their house. Completely by chance, he wasn't stalking her or anything. Warnings: Not really anything, it's VERY tame. Side warning though, I'm not from Ireland but I do attempt to use some Irish slang so if I use it wrong I'm very sorry.
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Charlie didn't get out much. Back when he lived in Philly, it wasn't like he was a shut-in. But he had always tended to keep to himself and only interact with new people when absolutely necessary. His four best friends were generally the only people he'd talk to for weeks, sometimes months, not including the various innocent bystanders that would get wrapped up in their hair-brained schemes. The only woman he'd had strong feelings for since highschool didn't show him the time of day for decades, and once she did, he realized that they simply weren't meant to be. Every minute he spent in Philadelphia since then seemed to drone on and on. Like there was no purpose or meaning to life anymore. All the enthusiasm had drained out of him, Charlie had been drifting for so long, he wasn't sure when it had started.
Which was why the normally travel-shy janitor had jumped at the chance to get out of their usual routine once Ireland was on the table. He wanted to see the country he supposedly hailed from (if his last name were any indication), experience a new place, and give life another shot. It was only coincidence that he ended up finding his father, an old pen pal that he hadn't thought twice about in years. But as they began to reconnect—or rather, connect for the first time—he started to feel a passion that had left him long ago. It was startling when he realized that he wanted to stay, to leave behind his old life, old friends, old apartment, old city, hell, his whole home country. As the days went on in his new home, he found that those things were all beginning to be easily replaced. He found a new house in staying with his father, a new city in the quaint Irish countryside village, a new life as a cheese mongrel or whatever it was they were doing. And even the old love of his life slowly but surely slipped away, and was quickly being replaced by a new one.
Alright, maybe it was a little soon to say she was the love of his life. They'd only know each other a few weeks—well, he'd known her. Without her knowing at all—but that had never stopped him before.
Besides, who could blame him? She was everything Charlie had ever wanted in a girl. Sweet as honey, pretty as the morning dew, gentle as a doe, and did he mention how pretty she was? He'd never met eyes with her, but he was sure that it he did, they would sparkle at him like diamonds. From a distance, her hair looked soft and he could only bet that it smelled as sweet as the glimpses he'd get of her perfume on the few occasions she'd walk past him. Charlie had listened in on her conversations—it was what any good potential suitor would do—and her voice had this musical quality to it. It made him want to write her a million love songs to play along to her everyday conversation. In Charlie's eyes, this girl was absolutely perfect. And moreover, she was perfect for him.
But he couldn't escape the nagging voices in his head. The ones that belonged to his old friends, his old life. Dennis criticizing his every decision, moving in on the girl and capturing her away before Charlie could even introduce himself. Dee shrieking in his ears that no girl would ever want him the way he was. That he was dirty and gross and that he couldn't read, that anyone with half a brain would see what a mess he was and run in the opposite direction. Frank telling him he was better off alone, that he should just stay in the apartment with him and make Grilled Charlies all day long. And what stung the most, was the voice of The Waitress in his head. Every time she'd ever rejected him, every nasty word she'd ever spoken in his direction, all the times she tore him down and told him that there wasn't a chance in hell they'd ever be together. It was all just one great big reminder that he wasn't worth the trouble. That he should cut his losses and stick to staring at her when he was sure she wasn't looking. It had always worked for him, before. Usually. Sometimes. It had worked once or twice. Regardless, that was what he resolved to do.
Unfortunately, he didn't count on Shelly being so observant.
"Well, you've a glad eye for that one, haven't you?" the words were lighthearted, and accompanied by a gentle push on the shoulder.
"I don't have a glass eye," Charlie replied, voice steeped thick in confusion. Not uncommon for him.
"No, Charlie, a glad eye. It means you've got a crush," Shelly explained himself, giving his son a sly grin.
"What? No! No, I– I don't have like a..." he trailed off, losing his train of thought when the pretty girl appeared in his peripheral once more. Charlie and Shelly had been after a quick bite to eat that morning—one could only eat so much cheese in a day—and Charlie had innocently suggested this little coffee shop on the edge of town. It was close to their house and came, of course, with the added bonus of Coffee Girl.
"You should talk to her, Charlie," Shelly suggested, nudging his son lightly yet again. "Ask her on a date."
"No," Charlie shook his head immediately. There was just no way. "I can't, she'd just say no and then I'd keep asking and it would turn into a whole thing for like ten years and I don't wanna go through that again."
Shelly, despite his obvious bewilderment, filed all his new questions away for a different time and place and tried instead to encourage the boy. "You can't know that for sure, son. Listen here, I'm going to find the jacks. She'll be headed your way in a minute, why don't you talk to her?" Shelly hauled himself out of his seat and landed a heavy hand on Charlie's shoulder before he left.
Charlie, unsure of who exactly Jack was and why Shelly needed to find multiple of him, shook it off and began to mentally prepare himself. He'd never actually been a customer at this coffee shop before, always having hung around outside or snuck in to get a look at Coffee Girl before he chickened out and ran back home. There was no way he could handle another rejection from a dream girl. Having taken enough rejection to last most men a lifetime every other week, Charlie wondered if it was worth it to try at all anymore. Things had ended so badly with The Waitress, and after all the time he'd put into her, all the love he'd given over all those years. He wasn't sure if he could take that kind of rejection ever again. But there was just something about Coffee Girl, he couldn't describe it. Something deep inside of him just told him that she was the one for him. That little voice in the pit of his chest always fighting all the other, much louder, much meaner voices in his brain telling him that she'd only hurt him like The Waitress. Or that he wasn't good enough for her, or that he'd already screwed it up somehow, or that–
"Hello? Sir?"
Shit.
How long had she been standing there? How long was he staring off into space like a maniac? She had to hate his guts now, of course she did, why wouldn't she? He was a creep and now she knew it, too.
"H..." Charlie made to say hello back, but the word got caught in his throat. It just came out as a throaty, breathy sound, and the crazed look in his eye only served to make him look all the more deranged. Nevertheless, he pushed through, remembering Shelly's encouragement and listening to the little voice in his heart for once. "Hello."
And then she did something that made him think that somewhere along the way, he'd died and gone to heaven.
She smiled at him. So beaming and bright and full of warmth that he thought he might never be cold again. It caught him so off guard he couldn't speak. In all the years he'd spent loving The Waitress, he could count the number of times she'd smiled at him on one hand. And at least three of them had been cruel and at his expense.
"Hi!" Coffee Girl greeted him, overly chipper to have received his full attention. "How are you, this morning?"
"Good! I'm," he laughed nervously, that had been too loud, "I'm good. How are you?" So far so good, even though he was sweating through his shirt. Oh well, the army jacket would hold off the pit stains from being visible hopefully until the end of this interaction.
"I'm great, thank you for asking," she replied and smiled down at him once again with a certain twinkle in her eye (he was right, they really did sparkle). Charlie had seen it before, usually directed at Dennis from some drunk, helpless girl, but he knew what it meant all the same. She liked him. Maybe just barely, but she did.
Coffee Girl looked at him a little too long, smile faded but still soft on her lips. She couldn't help it, he was just so cute. Obviously, he was also quite nervous to be talking to her, which only made him that much more endearing. He just held that eye contact with her for so long that she almost forgot she was supposed to ask him his order.
"Sorry," she shook her head with a light, embarrassed laugh, cheeks turning the slightest pink shade. Charlie felt his heart leap at the sight. "Can I get you anything?"
"Date?" he asked, suddenly. So suddenly, he caught even himself by surprise. The way her eyebrows jumped up just a little sent his heart right back into his stomach, and he stumbled to explain himself. "No! Not a date, sorry– like a, um, y'know, like–"
"Are you asking me on a date?" Coffee Girl interrupted him, if only to stop him spiralling.
Here it comes. Dammit, Charlie. He should've known better. Now, she was going to laugh, tell him that was ridiculous and walk away. Or glare at him and snarl that she'd rather do literally anything else in the world. His brain voices were right and he should've just listened to them in the first place. Now, he had to brace himself for the inevitable, painful rejection. The only thing he could do was apologize and hope he never saw her again.
It was only when she kept talking that he realized he'd never actually answered her question of whether or not he was asking her on a date. It probably didn't matter, anyway.
"Cause if you are, I'd– well, I'd like that, a lot," she spoke. This was out of character for her, she didn't usually do this sort of thing. But something told her that Charlie didn't either, and if she didn't make some kind of move, they'd stay right there staring at each other until they were both grey and old. "But I don't know your name."
Charlie was frozen. He knew he should respond. He wanted to, more than anything. But he just couldn't believe his own ears. She had said yes. Had she said yes? He thought she did.
"Yes," he blurted out, saying the first word that came to mind. Shaking his head and starting over, he said, "sorry, I mean, I'm Charlie." With that, he gave her a toothy grin that made her heart melt into a puddle.
"It's okay, Charlie, you don't have to be sorry." There was that warm smile again, and that sweetness that he loved. Charlie supposed that he shouldn't have been so surprised. He knew she was sweet, that was why he liked her in the first place. For whatever reason, he just expected her to be sweet to everyone else but him. Most girls usually were.
His smile faded down into one that was a little more natural. Gentle, kind, and overall surprised at her good nature. It was a very pretty smile, she noticed. And while she would've loved to stare at it until her shift ended at eight o'clock, she could see her manager beginning to poke his head out of his office.
"Could I get you something to drink?" she asked him in a voice that made him wonder if she'd dipped her tongue in honey while he wasn't looking.
He grinned sheepishly and asked, "you don't have any beer, do you?"
Coffee Girl grinned back, pride swelling her. "It's your lucky day, Charlie," she teased him good-naturedly.
As Charlie felt another flutter in his chest, he spotted Shelly coming back over out of the corner of his eye. Here he was, Charlie Kelly, sitting in a coffee shop, arranging a date with the cutest coffee shop waitress he'd ever laid his eyes on, his father only a few steps away, a beer with his name on it, and even the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. He almost couldn't believe it. Maybe he really had died and gone to heaven. Maybe that cruise ship really was purgatory, and everything between then and now was hell. Maybe getting away from The Gang was the one thing he needed to do in order to get into heaven. Whatever the case, he was sure it didn't matter.
Delicate smile still perched upon his lips, Charlie locked eyes with Coffee Girl once more. He spoke softly, "yeah, I think it is."
#charlie kelly#charlie day#iasip#its always sunny in philadelphia#always sunny#x reader#charlie kelly x reader#i do not care charlie deserved happiness#obviously im glad he didnt stay in ireland cause then the show would be over#but also i wish he stayed in ireland
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so i just now realized that @headgehug reblogged my lil Charlie fic when she’s literally my favourite favourite FAVOURITE writer for Charlie x reader works and i’m kinda crying ????
pls go check out her ao3 - absolutely beautiful stuff. i’ve linked one of my fav of her works but go wild <333
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34596079?view_adult=true
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is there any demand for charlie kelly fics? im thinking thoughts
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i saw you had open rq and I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Charlie Kelly (iasip) dating someone who deals with chronic pain especially in their back and if you're okay with it maybe some platonic hcs for how the rest of the gang reacts/"helps". thank you so much!!
this is so late please accept my undying apologies my life has been hectic as of late!!! this is so sweet yes i’ve absolutely got you, i hope this is what you want <33
- he is definitely constantly trying to help you carry stuff, like literally anything. if you walk around w a drink in hand hes like “what are you doing? give me that!!!!” he just doesn’t understand and wants to make sure nothing makes it worse
- also offers to carry you places. you probably didn’t believe him the first couple times he offered, bc hes not the strongest looking guy. but one time you jokingly say yes and he just swoops you up to take you up the stairs
- always offering to give you massages but it usually means you lay on the bar and he almost lights you on fire while trying to light candles for “ambience”
- on bad pain days, hes been known to just lock both of you inside the bar’s back room so you can just relax without having to interact with a ton of people
- mac is strong as hell and has also been known to offer you piggyback rides on multiple occasions
- dennis would never admit it but he is absolutely stealing pain meds from frank and leaving them in charlies pockets for charlie to give to you
- when you’re occasionally like overwhelmed and hurting and tired of everything, dee is always the first to notice (besides charlie) and will immediately ask if you want to go sit outside for a bit or go home. she also loves any excuse to do a ‘spa day’ which just means you guys (and sometimes the reat of the gang) go to dee’s place and watch tv and nap for the whole day
- even frank has been known to give charlie the day off if you can’t seem to get out of the house, just because he secretly has a soft spot for you
#x reader#charlie kelly hcs#charlie kelly x reader#charlie kelly hc#charlie iasip#charlie kelly#charlie hc#iasiphcs#iasipxreader#iasip x reader#iasiprequests
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charlie doodle
don't look at all the erased parts i was struggling
#grave talks#it's always sunny in philadelphia#it's always sunny in philly#iasip#charlie kelly#charlie kelly x reader
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A Man Starved
Pairing: Charlie Kelly x Reader
Warnings: Drugs! Drinking!
Notes: This is my first Charlie Kelly fic! I can't stop thinking about him and it's taking up too much space in my brain. Let me know what you think! God save me.
You walk into the bar, and cheers of your name erupt from the group. You give a wave and sit at the usual spot at the bar. Your eyes glazed over and you have the worst cotton mouth known to man.
“Beer me.” You call out to Dennis and he obeys, sliding the beer over to you and smiling. He’s been trying to bag you since the moment you met. You didn’t fall for the DENNIS system, and you called him out on his bullshit the moment he tried. Thankful to Charlie for pulling you aside and warning you about it.
“Y/N! Come over here-’ Charlie calls from the pool table. “I’m about to wipe the floor with this 8-ball shot.”
Mac scoffs and you saunter over, slowly sipping the beer.
“Holy shit, Y/N, you are baked!” Mac shouts catching the attention of the group. They all huddle around you as you squint to try to hide your red eyes, a hand coming up to hide your face.
“No, I’m not!” You shout back in defense, the group laughing and dogging on you quickly. “Guys fuck off! Can I not come into a bar and just be left alone?”
“Nope!” The group says in unison.
“Guys come- come on! Just leave her alone man, god!” Charlie quickly comes to your side, holding his hand in front of your face. You laugh loudly and grab his hand to put it down by his side. He smiles softly at the contact and relishes the sound of your laugh.
“Yeah, leave me be!” You shout and smile brightly. You don’t know how you got integrated into the gang, but you weren’t complaining. Did they do some weird shit sometimes? Yeah, obviously. But it was never a dull moment with them, and that’s what you loved. Plus, they gave you free drinks! That’s always a bonus.
You finish the drink and bring it to the counter, going behind the bar and grabbing a second one. The gang is arguing now about whether it’s okay to shit on you for being high, and Charlie is defending your honor, tooth and nail. He smiles at you brightly as you make your way back over to the pool table, standing beside him.
“Silence!” He calls out to the bar, throwing his hands in the air to catch everyone’s attention. “I need silence.” He puts a finger up to his mouth and shushes the group.
Dennis scoffs. “You’re gonna shush me!?” His mouth drops open. “YOU’RE-’ he points harshly at Charlie. ‘Going to shush ME!?”
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m gonna shush you!” Charlie points harshly at Dennis and squares himself up. “You trynna go, man? You trynna to fight me!?” He flexes and walks over buffly over to Dennis. Dennis is incredulous and starts ranting about how he could pummel Charlie in a minute.
“Okay, okay, okay!” You step in, laughing. “Let the poor man take his shot.” Charlie exhales and walks over next to you, leaning against the pool cue. Dennis scoffs and backs off as Charlie starts to line up his shot. Silence falls over as his brows furrow in focus, his breathing getting slower as he squints at the ball. Right as he’s about to take his shot-
Dennis coughs. “Choke.” Charlie misses the shot completely. He shouts and throws the cue on the ground, immediately stepping over and accusing Dennis. You’re doubled over laughing, having to move back and sit on a chair as you try to catch your breath. Mac is next to you, hanging off of your shoulder.
“Dude, you were never gonna make that anyway!” Dennis calls out and Charlie deflates.
“Yeah, okay.” He’s not even listening now. All he can look at is the smile taking over your face. How your red eyes are shining with the tears that threaten to fall, how your face gets red when alcohol gets into your system. How you grab onto Mac, and how he’s jealous of the touch that lingers. You lift the bottle to your lips after you calm down, and he wishes that it was him instead.
You put the bottle down and get up to make your way to the bathroom. He waits a second before following you in, he’ll come up with some excuse that he had to clean a mess in there and distract you with a conversation.
He walks in and sees you bent over the counter, seemingly cutting something into lines.
“Uh- What are you doing?” He squints at you and walks over.
“Oh!” You stand up quickly and get in front of your business. “What! Nothing! It’s- it’s girl stuff!” You shout quickly, avoiding his eye as your face heats with embarrassment.
“Girl stuff huh?” He raises a brow at you and crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah! Yeah- that’s weird 'cause it looks like cocaine.”
Your face falls open in feigned shock. “Ha-what!” You fan your face. “God, it is just so hot in here, huh?”
He gives you that look. That stupid, idiotic, puppy-eyed look. You know that look all too well, and it will always work. You sigh and move out of the way, accepting defeat. “Yeah, okay, it’s coke.”
His face brightens and he licks his lips. He walks over and eyes it, looks back up at you. He smiles, and you melt.
“I mean- so like- yeah- I mean- can I have some?” He stutters out and raises a brow at you, a sly smile on his face.
There’s something about Charlie. Maybe it’s how he looks at you as if you’re the first thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He talks to you as if you’re the most important person in the world. He stutters over his words and rambles on when you stare at him for too long. Miraculously, all his work is finished as soon as you step into the bar. He fixes his hair and runs his tongue over his teeth before talking to you. If you happen to touch him, he memorizes how soft your skin is, and how much warmth you emit. He knows the smell of your shampoo. When you wear perfume, he tries to be next to you, no matter what. Maybe it’s how he carries himself, or how his look softens when he makes eye contact with you. Maybe it’s his goofy smile when you say something witty. Maybe it’s how he always sits next to you and favors you no matter the argument. Maybe, it’s just him. It’s just Charlie.
“Yeah…” You hand over the dollar bill to him. He grazes your fingers and blushes lightly at the contact. He clears his throat and licks his lips again before diving in and snorting up the lines smoothly. He takes in a deep breath and hands the bill back over to you, smiling and exhaling.
“Holy shit! That is the stuff!” He pumps his fists. “That is what I’m talking about, woo!” He cheers and laughs loudly, turning back to you. You smile and lean down, snorting up the leftover lines. He watches you, his eyes slowly making their way up your bent-over form. He bites his lip watching you, a big smile on his face.
“Shit, Y/N, I didn’t know you were into stuff like this!” He exclaims and smiles brightly at you, gesturing to the little baggy on the counter.
“Oh baby, you have no clue.” A blush spreads over his face at the pet name. You were confident, sure of yourself. He liked that about you.
“Dude, you gotta try this glue I got back at home…” He starts to ramble on about his setup, but it falls on deaf ears. You’re smiling at him, drinking in his looks, and how his smile gets wider when he’s able to talk. You notice a small streak of white on his nose. You lean over, your hand coming up and wiping it away, before licking it off your finger while looking at him. The blush spreads to his ears, and his voice falls flat, he watches your lips and his knees buckle. He takes in a sharp breath and goes for it.
Before you know it, his lips are on yours, and it feels so right. You throw your arms on top of his shoulders, one hand grabbing the ends of his hair and pulling lightly. The groan that falls from him only encourages you. His hands fall on your waist and he pushes you into the wall. His knee is in between your thighs as he pins you. The kiss deepens quickly, he’s like a man starved. It’s sloppy with haste. You both have been waiting for this for too long. His hands reach down under your ass and lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hand is still pulling at his hair, you’re both whimpering with want.
The kiss breaks and he puts his forehead against yours, you’re both panting. There’s a silence in the air and tension that makes the air thick. You lean your head back against the wall and you smile, laughing lightly.
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You look down at him and wink. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with something different.
“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea.” He breathes out as you play with his hair, his hands still cupping your ass.
“Show me then.” You smile devilishly at him.
"Oh, fuck me." He grins at you and dives right back into the kiss.
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