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prfctharmonyy · 4 years ago

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Can I please request "Quit hiding your magic"?

Also I love your writing!

Thank you for sending in a request! It’s probably gonna be short but I’ll do my best! :)

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I was on my way to Julie’s house when I saw a cloud of purple smoke. Once it cleared, I saw a tall man dressed in a suit enter her garage. I don’t think Julie hired a magician for band practice... I sprinted up the driveway and barged into the studio.

“Guys? What’s going on here?” The tall man was sitting atop the piano and the guys had their backs to me.

“And who’s this pretty lady?” The man asked Luke, Alex, and Reggie with a lifted brow. I felt a sudden wave of insecurity.

“Leave her out of this, Caleb!” Luke shouted at the man.

“Such hostility,” Caleb tutted, crossing one leg over the other. I took a step closer, ready to protect my friends. “I’m just asking a question. Now tell me, who’s your little friend? She seems to mean a lot to you Luke.”

“What do you want from them? Leave them alone!”

“I will if they hold up their end of the bargain.”

“A bargain you didn’t even tell us about!” Alex retorted. Reggie looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“The afterlife isn’t fair, kid. Trust me when I say my offer is your best bet.” Hold up...

“The afterlife? Are you Satan or something?” I asked Caleb, who now that I thought about it, could be some sort of demon magician. He just laughed.

“You didn’t tell your friend about your predicament? That’s not very nice.” Could someone please shut this man up?

“Tell me what?” I shouted. I was quickly losing my patience.

“Y/N, I don’t know how else to say this, but... we’re ghosts.” It was Reggie who confessed.

“What? How? Hold on, so this guy IS Satan?” This was so confusing...

“Pretty much.” Alex answered me. I looked to Luke and immediately regretted it, the look on his face was heartbreaking.

“Luke, I don’t understand. I’ve hugged you, we’ve literally kissed! How is this happening? Why is this happening?” The tears that were pricking the corners of my eyes began to fall, and I wasn’t strong enough to stop it.

“Wait you guys kissed?” Reggie questioned, poking his head out from behind Alex, looking just as confused as I had when I first entered the garage.

“Now’s not the time, Reg.” Thank you, Alex.

“Oh so you’re his girlfriend?” Caleb asked, putting a hand under his chin, reveling in the drama that was unfolding.

“Well, we didn’t exactly put a label on i– Hey! Stop changing the subject! This is about you and what you want from my friends and why you need to get the heck out of here!” I sneered. This extremely fashionable demon man was getting on my last nerve.

“Ooh, I like her! She’s feisty. Quite like you, heartthrob. Makes sense.” Caleb quipped. Alright, that’s it. I’m going sicko mode on this dude.

I put up my fists and stood in front of the guys, ready for this Caleb demon to catch these hands. As I went through the motions of my first punch, my arms and legs suddenly felt frozen. Did he just put some sort of curse on me?

“Did you just put a curse on me?” The nerve!

“I’m surprised you didn’t see this one coming, Y/N...”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Give me my limbs back!” I whined, hoping to convince him if I was at least somewhat nice.

“Don’t play dumb, kid. It’s not a good look on you.”

“Oh yeah? Well NOT having a black eye from my fist isn’t a good look on you!” It wasn’t the best comeback, but it would have to do.

“Quit hiding your magic, you poor soul. Deep down, you knew something like this was going to happen.” Wait wait wait. THIS was the thing my dreams and my conscience have been trying to warn me about?

This past year, I’d discovered that my dreams and my intuition are stronger than those of a normal human being. I’d always thought I was a psychic or something, but after—and I’m not kidding—meeting Julie’s dead mother in a lucid dream, I’d been able to discover premonitions for things to come. The most recent ones told of a figure with a dark aura coming to betray people I love. I just figured it was from the extra cans of soda Flynn gave me when she drank seven in one sitting. I distinctly remember her saying “Take these away from me!” But as it turns out, it wasn’t the sodas. My bad dreams and the worst case scenarios I could feel in my gut were coming into fruition.

“Y/N, what does he mean by magic? Are you working for him? Are you dead too?” The look of utter betrayal and sadness Luke’s face held was something I knew would never leave my mind for as long as I’d live.

“No! I don’t know this guy. Basically, I’m somewhat psychic, but I didn’t think this prediction was actually legit! If I’d known it was gonna turn out like this I would’ve done something sooner! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I guess we’re kinda even considering you’re a freaking ghost!” I yelled, not because I was mad at Luke, but because I was mad about the current situation.

“Fine. But we’re gonna have a big talk about this later.” Luke grumbled, folding his arms with a pout.

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Aaaaand I’m gonna leave it there bc idk what else to do! I hope you enjoyed! :)

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prfctharmonyy · 4 years ago

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could u write an imagine based off of the song seeing other people by mackenzie porter? you can pick if it's a character or an actor from JATP

Ok this is my first song prompt so go easy on me! It’s also the first time I’ve heard this song, so it’s a two for one special! Anyway, i hope you like this! :)

Author’s Note: for this imagine, Owen, Jeremy, and Charlie are in a band (lmao). Think of this as somewhat of an AU i guess.

Warning: implications of sex, alcohol consumption, angst, possible swearing

Here’s my masterlist!

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Seeing Other People

Owen Joyner/Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Y/N’s POV

The odds of running into my ex at his own concert were quite high, but that did nothing to ease the anxiety of actually being face to face with him after just seven months. I had gotten front row tickets from Owen as a birthday present, which wasn’t as narcissistic of him as it sounds.

I was a huge fan of OJC (how original🥴) and had actually met Owen after one of their concerts. So when the tickets sold out lightning fast, he knew just what to get me for my 21st birthday. Although we’d broken up, I wasn’t going to let a past relationship ruin a good time and good music. After the show, Jeremy’s wife Carolynn approached me and invited me backstage. I was planning on going home and maybe having a wine and movie night, but subjecting myself to interactions with my ex and his band was clearly the better option...

“Hey,” I heard his voice clearly, despite the crowd of people rushing around backstage. I reluctantly turned around, but kept a smile on my face.

“That was a great set! I’m glad I got to hear ‘Danger’ live.” I complimented, giving him a side hug.

I had noticed the girl standing behind Owen, but wasn’t sure if she was a stagehand, a fan, or their agent, so I waited until they spoke up or for Owen to introduce her. The latter was the scenario that played out.

“Oh, and this is my girlfriend Cherry. Cher, this is my good friend Y/N.” He put his hand on the small of her back, ushering her closer.

I wasn’t going to lie, this girl was absolutely stunning. However, the envy I felt as I watched her sidle up to the blonde man and protectively connect their hands was quite the punch in the gut.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you! I love your earrings!” I held my hand out to shake, subconsciously using my right hand so she’d have to let go of Owen’s to be able to return the greeting.

Luckily my unplanned plan went as desired, her gold-clad fingers wrapping around the edge of my palm. I was expecting her skin to be ice cold, but it was simply my mind trying to upset me. She smiled and thanked me for the compliment before admiring my favorite pair of doc martens. I honestly didn’t know whether or not Cherry being a total sweetheart was better or worse than if she were a stone cold bitch.

“Hey! So we were thinking of going to Mickey’s once we’re all packed up, if you wanna come.” Owen suggested. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I should take the offer but after seeing the smile on his face, I gave in to him once again.

We eventually made our way to the dressing room and sat on the couches, waiting for the guys and their roadies to pack everything up. Carolynn, Cherry, and I talked about our jobs, personal lives, and what we were watching on Netflix. Cherry was literally an angel, and we actually exchanged numbers. I knew that my jealousy was only because I missed Owen and somewhat regretted how we ended things, so taking any of that resentment out on Cherry wasn’t fair at all.

“Y/Nickname, is that you?” Before I could even turn around, I was enveloped in a bear hug that could only belong to one Charlie Gillespie.

When Owen and I were dating, Charlie was basically our third partner. It was an ongoing joke that I was the third wheel in the relationship. In all seriousness though, Charlie was a very close friend of mine. He was devastated when Owen and I didn’t work out, but we’d managed to stay in touch since then.

“Good to see you, Chuck.” I couldn’t resist calling him by the nickname I’d given him. He took a seat next to me on the sofa, putting his feet on the coffee table.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming.” He pouted playfully, smiling quickly after.

“I figured it was a given. I had tickets and you know I wouldn’t miss a hometown gig for the world.” I shrugged, wrapping an arm around him. He nodded.

“You coming to Mick’s with us? Please say you are I hate being stuck in between couples.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the face he pulled.

“You bet your Canadian ass I am!” I cheered, putting up my hand for Charlie to high-five, but he knew what I was really signaling.

In the beginning of the relationship, whenever Owen would use the bathroom or go to another room, there was an awkward silence that fell upon his best friend and I. To try and curb the boredom, I decided to concoct a handshake as a bit of an icebreaker between us. I’d always tried to include Charlie in plans because I didn’t want him always feeling like a third wheel with both of his best friends being in relationships and such.

While we sat and caught up, the stage crew had done their work and the roadies finished packing up all the equipment. Finally, Owen and Jeremy came out of their dressing rooms. I was able to greet Jer and give him a hug, filling him in on how Carolynn had found me and that I was going with them for drinks. It was nice to talk to him, but I couldn’t shake the shitty feeling that lingered throughout the discussion. He felt awkward. He’d always seen me as a friend, but the breakup was quite unexpected so it was difficult for me, as well as the guys to keep our distance and cut off almost all communication.

As we left the Orpheum, I was thrown back to senior year of high school. I’d convinced some of my friends to make the drive to L.A. from my hometown of Ventura to go see OJC in concert. We had the best time and even got to go backstage and meet them. We ended up going to Mickey’s after, which is when Owen asked if he could take me on a date, just the two of us.

Everything almost felt full circle as neon lights above our heads strained our eyes, but the harsh reality that I was no longer a teenager in love prevented me from reflecting fondly, being wrapped in the warm embrace of nostalgia. Instead, I was struck by the bittersweet sting of old memories and lost romance.

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The smell of Mickey’s infamous corn dogs filled my senses as the group stepped into the familiar joint. It had been approximately three months since the last time I had set foot in a bar, having opted to drink sangrias on the couch and cry over whatever romantic comedy was on the TV that night. We’d managed to get our old table, the one we’d sit at the whole night long after surviving those dragging school days before winter vacations. Even if we just got some nachos, Mickey always pulled through for us, getting some cold beers, and wine coolers for those of us who couldn’t stand the taste of piss. I had missed pieces of conversation during my melancholic reminiscing, but I quickly zeroed back in, listening to Cherry’s observations about the bar.

“You guys know Mickey?” She asked with wide eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh along with Charlie at the thought.

“It’s not the Mickey, Cher Bear,” Owen began to explain. “But it is his grandson, Michael James Tyler III.”

I zoned out again, only coming back down to earth upon my shoulder being jostled by the mop-headed brunette that sat beside me in the rounded booth.

“Y/N? You okay?” Charlie searched my eyes. I nodded and took a swig of the margarita that Charlie must’ve ordered on my behalf while I was busy in my own head.

“Oh, yeah um,” I kissed my teeth at the sour taste. It’d been a while since my last tequila filled night. “Yeah. I was just-”

“Listen, I know this is probably a bit awkward for you, and don’t lie— you know that I can read you like a book. Just forget about them for a minute. You’re grabbing a drink with your best friend and he missed the memo and dragged some old high school pals along. Or they invited themselves, whatever works for you,” He ran a hand through his hair, downing the last of his whiskey sour. “The point is, don’t worry about feeling bad or like you’re missing out. What’s meant to be will be. Just take this night with the two grains of salt left on your glass.” He points to the pair of green sugar crystals that remained along the rim of my drink’s cup. We laughed together at the silly comment.

After a couple more margaritas, I was finally able to let go of feeling like an outsider. Charlie and I danced a little bit, but now it was a slow song. Charlie and I would usually dance in slow motion to make a joke, but I wasn’t in the mood to be the center of attention.

“Can we go? I don’t think I can take another minute of pretending like things are where they left off. It might just be me, but I can’t take one more sympathetic smile or look of pity from the bartenders or from Jer,” I looked out at the dance floor as our friends swayed back and forth to an Ed Sheeran song that sounded like five other Ed Sheeran songs. “And I never want to hear the nickname ‘Cher Bear’ again! That’ll make me puke before the liquor does.” I laugh louder than I wanted, but Charlie didn’t mind. We were on the brink of trashed by this point.

We managed to get an Uber back to my hotel, Charlie and I running down the symmetrically decorated hallways until we reached my room. He insisted on coming with me, not wanting to leave me alone until he knew I was happy. He always stuck by me, even when Owen and I would get in a small argument, he would always ask to come over to my house to make sure I was okay. He’d stay up and hold my hair when Owen and I came home drunk and I’d convinced myself he was looking at another girl’s chest; whether it was true or not, Charlie reassured me that Owen loved me but was being an idiot for not appreciating what was right in front of him.

The memories of all the times Charlie was there to save the day flooded my mind as we found our way into the room. I immediately began undressing, wanting to put on my pajamas. Charlie obviously didn’t have any, but I remembered packing a pair of sweatpants that I was planning on returning to one of the three guys, not entirely sure whose they were. I hugged myself after putting on the oversized tshirt that went down to part of my thigh. My hair was already up, and I watched as Charlie secured a hair tie around his newly formed bun.

“Oh my god, hair twins!” I exclaimed, bopping the imperfect domes of hair atop our heads.

We were both barely functioning, I swear I saw Charlie stumble in the hallway earlier. I was pretty good at handling my liquor, but I’d been out of practice for a little while, so I was slightly off my game. When the laughing ceased, we looked up at each other, laughing again before we jumped onto the king-sized bed, flicking on the tv.

“Oh damn, only music channels? I mean it could be worse, you could’ve gotten stuck with those channels that only have those antique auction shows!” Charlie remarked. It wasn’t even that funny, but everything’s worthy of a laugh when you’re drunk.

“Ugh, I miss watching and giving com- commom-entary on movies with you, Charlie Lou.” I stumbled over the word, ultimately just deciding to spit it out in its butchered glory. The nickname had slipped out unintentionally, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“I did too, Y/N Sue.” He replied lazily, leaning his head on my shoulder as we listened to the one good music channel, ‘Rock Favorites’. It was either that or the Kids Tunes, Country Classics, or Rockabilly Remix channels.

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I let out a breath and allowed my shoulders to relax and I pulled the covers up higher. The ending of Layla softly played from the tv as I tried to steady my breathing. I turned to my left to see Charlie staring at the ceiling, a tentative look on his face that doubled as the expression of a young boy cloud watching. He must’ve felt my eyes on him, because he turned to face me with an inquisitive frown, his eyebrow quirking up.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” He asked, turning to face me completely.

“Did we really just-”

“Yeah. I know, I’m still having trouble trying to process it too.” At this, I turned to face him, using my arm to support my head on the pillow.

“Look, I don’t regret it, but I certainly didn’t intend for this to happen.” I spoke, the foreign situation had sobered the two of us up.

“I know. It wasn’t mine eith-”

“I don’t want to use you as a rebound, and I don’t want us to have that awkward air between us that I’ve seen in movies. We obviously can’t pretend it didn’t happen, but I don’t know what I want to happen with us. It just feels forced or wrong, you know?” I cut him off, my thoughts were too overwhelming.

“Exactly! I mean, this was totally unplanned and completely unexpected.” Charlie inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “Let’s just file this under ‘A friend helping a friend’. How does that sound?”

“A friend helping a friend... that works for me.”

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Hey guys! I know this isn’t my Christmas story, but this was a request that I just finished that was closer to being done. I will try to work on the rent a date story, but who knows, it might become a New Year’s story or, worst-case-scenario, a Valentine’s Day story lmao. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this story. It was a bit outside my normal writing, but it was a good challenge to write about something new with a new topic.

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prfctharmonyy · 4 years ago

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Teeth

Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Charlie and Y/N have been best friends for ages, meaning they’ve gone all out on Halloween every year. When you decide to go dress up as an iconic movie duo, the evening plays out in ways neither of you expected. Inspired by the song Teeth by 5SOS. The story has no relation to the song in terms of the plot, but it’s still inspired by it.

Warning: 18+ content, smut, sexual acts, alcohol, underage drinking, partying, drunk sex, swearing, friends to lovers

Author’s Note: Charlie and the reader are 18. They’re seniors in high school but have early birthdays, so they’re already 18. This is only my second time writing nsfw content, so I’m a bit nervous to see how it goes and what you guys think about it. I get really anxious when it comes to more mature content bc I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy when browsing my blog. Anyways, all feedback is appreciated! <3

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“Hey Y/N?” I heard Charlie call out from the bathroom. I glanced at my appearance in the mirror, making sure my red wig looked okay.

“What’s up C?” I asked from the other side of the door. I heard his footsteps across the tile before the door swung open.

“I don’t think I can wear this.” His face was filled with worry, his cheeks a shade of scarlet that matched the red of the spiderman suit he was wearing.

“What? Why not?” I shouted.

Charlie avoided eye contact as he moved his hands behind his back. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and bit my lip to keep my jaw from dropping, or preventing any drool from leaving my mouth. I was expecting his muscles to be prominent from the skin tight super hero suit—they were, but his biceps were a distant memory now. You could practically see the outline of his dick through the red and blue spandex.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So what should we do?” I asked.

“You could be Spider-Man and I could be Mary Jane, if that works for you.”

“I mean I guess the suit will fit me, but what about you?” I said, taking off my wig. I grimaced because I’d forgotten that I had bobby pins to secure it in place.

“I can just put on jeans and a sweatshirt. Do you want me to wear the wig, or?” He pointed at the synthetic headpiece I was swinging in circles around my finger.

“Knock yourself out, dork.” I replied, tossing the wig to him. He sent me finger guns before going back into his room to get changed.

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Charlie’s POV

We’d only been at Mike’s party for an hour and I already wanted to leave. All my hockey teammates were drooling over Y/N’s costume. They weren’t wrong, she looked incredible, but as her best friend, I couldn’t stomach the thought of any of these jerks trying to score with her. It’s not like she’d say yes anyway, but it didn’t make hearing their lewd comments any less insufferable.

“I mean damn, look at her a-”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll be finishing the semester in a hospital bed,” I warned Gabe, who was quick to puff out his chest, only to be shut down with Ryan’s hand on his shoulder. “I mean it, and that goes for all of you. I’m not trying to cockblock or anything, I just don’t want to hear my friends talk about people that way.” They all responded with reluctant groans, but knew better than to get into an argument with me about it.

With that sorted out, I went to find my best friend and partner in crime... solving. It was quite a simple task to find the girl, considering nobody else was wearing a full superhero costume. I spotted her in the kitchen, downing a shot of straight vodka, and watched as she waited for someone to finish using the bottle so she could pour herself another one.

“Mind if I join you on this one?” I said as I stood to her left, reaching for one of the shot glasses that, luckily, hadn’t been used yet. She nodded with a cherry lipped smile, her eyes closed in contentment.

The girl held out the bottle to Y/N before her gaze shifted to me, giving me a once over with a lick of her lips.

“Would’ve rather seen you in that costume, Tiger.” She flirted, using the nickname that Mary Jane gives Peter. I smiled to be nice, but Y/N had noticed my discomfort.

“Hey! Thanks for the vodka, but it wasn’t in exchange for my best friend, so please scurry away like your costume implies.” She sassed as she finished filling our shot glasses.

“I’m not a mouse, I’m a cat!” The girl retorted, rolling her eyes. Y/N didn’t seem to care what animal this girl was, instead deciding to lift her glass and tilt it towards her in a ‘cheers’ gesture.

“And I’m the Duke of Wales. Trick or treat, mazel tov, ski-daddle, or what have you.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the comment my best friend made as she waved goodbye to the girl. She nudged my shot glass closer to me, encouraging me to join her, to which I happily raised my glass and clinked it against hers.

I wasn’t sure how many drinks we’d had, but I knew one thing was certain; we were totally fucked up. Y/N and I giggled and leaned on each other as we stumbled our way up the stairs. The crowd downstairs was starting to become overwhelming, so when Y/N grabbed my hand and led me to the sunroom—I had no clue Rachel Stevens had one of those, are her parents royal heirs or something?—we flopped down onto the futon, letting our bodies rest upon one another. We had also smoked a bit, and I could tell the high was kicking in. It’s safe to say we were basically zonked.

“Hey MJ, guess what?” Y/N giggled, her chest heaving with laughter.

“What, Peter Parker?” I joked back, coughing when I took in too big a breath.

“I managed to get some of your brownies.” She replied, chuckles continuing to escape from her throat, along with the occasional hiccup.

“Huh?” I asked lazily. I leaned against her shoulder, feeling her protective hand cradle my head as she played with my hair.

“Get it, because your name is Mary Jane?” She looked at me expectantly. It took a couple seconds to register what she had said, but now I was cackling along with her.

She crawled across the room on her hands and knees over to where we put our jackets when we’d first arrived. As I watched her nearly fall over, my eyes landed on her ass. The thin and stretchy material of the costume was a bit see-through, allowing me to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a black thong. I let my head fall back onto the closest pillow. I let my eyes flutter shut, but only until Y/N was back with the pot brownies. I must not have heard her coming back because the next thing I knew, Y/N was slapping my chest.

“Wake up, bitch! I got the goods!”

“I’m awake, I was just resting my eyes! Get off me you weirdo.” I sat up, trying to nudge her to the side.

She dramatically fell next to me on the futon, holding up the bag of pot brownies. I gladly took it, taking a square and unwrapping it from the cellophane. Y/N did the same, and before long the baked goods were gone, leaving the two of us... well, baked good.

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At this point, we were completely out of it. I was lying on my stomach while Y/N sat crisscrossed, playing with my hair as I traced the spiderweb pattern on her legs. I felt her undo the braid she had just made with my hair, causing me to tilt my head up to look at my best friend.

“Why’d you stop?” I pouted.

“Because.” She responded, eyes wide as she leaned back, putting the pressure against her hands.

“Because why?” I teased, turning my attention back to tracing the webs on the bodysuit. I felt her leg muscles stiffen when my index finger was just inches away from where her hip met her thigh.

“That’s why.” The nod of her head led my eyes right to where my fingers were dancing across her thigh.

“Oh, sorry. I just figured you wouldn’t have let me draw on your leg in the first place if you were ticklish,” I told Y/N. “I mean hell, I’ve known you for how many years and you never once mentioned that you were ticklish? I feel betrayed and misled.” I grabbed the closest pillow and chucked it at her.

“No, I’m not ticklish! It’s, it’s–”

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Y/N’s POV

“This?” Charlie’s fingers trailed up my thigh antagonizingly slow, sending chills across my body. We’d always been physically affectionate with each other, but Charlie especially.

He’d let me sit on his lap if we were watching a movie, picked me up and spun me when we’d see each other after a long time, and slow danced with me when nobody else would at the semiformal. The last one was more important than it sounded, because we devised a plan where Charlie would grab my ass as we danced in order to make whoever stood me up—in favor of someone else, usually Kathy-Grace Windsor—jealous. Charlie didn’t seem to mind doing the favor for me, but his dates sure did.

“Stooooop,” I swatted at his arm playfully. He took his hand off my thigh. “You’re making me blush.” I told him, putting my hands up to my cheeks, feeling how warm they were.

I then put my hands on either side of Charlie’s face, squishing his cheeks together, poking the lines his smile created. He then took my face in his hands and we fake screamed at each other.

“Sorry, you’re just so cute! BOOP!” He tapped my nose with his index finger. I proceeded to giggle for a bit longer than necessary, before laying face down across Charlie’s lap.

“Hey MJ?”

“Yeah, Peter Parker? Haha, that means your initials are P.P. Damn, poor Peter Parker! Wait, poor Peter Parker... that’s three! P, P, P! Triple pee! Ew, that’s a lot of pee.” His eyes widened, lips parting in shock of the observation.

“Well, I was going to ask if you would trace the web patterns on my back and sing me to sleep, but I guess I have to tell you to shut up instead.” I let out an exaggerated sigh before getting up from the position I was in.

“I don’t wanna trace the webs,” Charlie whined. “That would mean going too long without seeing your face!” He brought out his signature puppy face once again.

“Okay, well what do you wanna do?” I asked, now sitting across from him, the soles of our shoes against one another’s.

“Truth Tiiiime?”

Truth Time is a “game” that Charlie and I made up when we were like, 14. Whenever we got bored at a social function, we’d go in a separate room and just say whatever was on our minds. No matter how crazy, stupid, mean, or embarrassing it was, you had to say what you were thinking. It’s occasionally uneventful, but it’s also how I found out that Charlie’s first kiss was with Bianca Morris, my lab partner for chemistry in sophomore year.

“Alright, Truth Time. As per the rules, the person who suggests playing gets to decide who goes first.” I recite the directions that I jotted down and kept in my pink glow in the dark diary from Claire’s. I still have it on my bookshelf, in case one of us ever gets amnesia and needs to be reminded of the rules.

“You go first, bestie!” Charlie cheered, smiling like he was at a dentist appointment and had actually flossed that day. I patted his head lightly, blowing a few wisps of hair from in front of my face before just tucking the pieces behind my ears.

“Okay... hmm, let’s see. I guess I’ll start with the fact that I have a bit of a headache right now,” I stated calmly. I knew my answer was bland, but it was part of the fun; you start small then try to outdo the other’s response, both with your answer and how you deliver it. “Your turn!” Charlie sat up straighter, clearing his throat and adjusting the neck of his shirt.

“Well my dear bestie, I’m a bit pissed off right now.” He spoke sternly, holding eye contact. I saw one of his eyebrows quirk upwards, even a slight twitch of his upper lip.

“I’m wondering why my friend Charlie is feeling pissed off.” I was genuinely curious, and with the game underway, this was creating some great tension and suspense.

“Oh, you wanna know why, Y/N? I’ll tell you why,” he patted a spot on the floor next to him, beckoning me to come closer, which I followed. I sat down between his legs that were spread apart, placing my legs on top of his. “Because everyone has been saying all this stuff about you since we got here!” He gesticulated with his hands to emphasize his point.

“What do you mean? What are people saying?” I asked, not knowing what anyone could possibly say about me.

“Well a bunch of guys are saying gross shit about wanting to take you home or ‘ay maybe she’ll let me hit it from the back’ and don’t get me started on Gabe–”

“Gabe said something about me? What did he say?”

—

Charlie’s POV

I shouldn’t have even mentioned Gabe; I knew that would only lead to another hour long rant about how Y/N’s plan for a perfect senior year involved getting Gabe Rogers to ask her out. I couldn’t stand the guy, but as her best friend, I tried to be supportive. However, with my mind under the influence, I gave into the urge to tell the truth.

“He said ‘I mean damn, look at her ass’ but I had to stop him before he even finished the sentence.” I told her, grimacing. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting only the slightest bit.

“Yikes. You know I never actually liked him in the first place. It was really just me projecting feelings onto someone for the sole purpose of getting crush-y feelings out of my system. That probably made zero sense.” She spoke, her eyes focusing on a random spot on the wall behind me.

“Yeah, and I had to hear him say that about you. Not fun.”

“Oof,” Y/N ran her hands through her hair, letting her gaze settle upon me. “Maybe you should’ve worn the costume. You looked better in it anyways.”

Her attention was back to the spot on the wall, her signature tight-lipped grimace playing on her face. She took a sip of her drink and I copied the action. It wasn’t until I let the alcohol slide down my throat that I had actually processed the words being said, my expression contorting with confusion.

“Wait, what do you mean? You look great!” I told her, gesturing to the suit, letting my eyes travel down her body. It was a bit selfish of me, but I was too inebriated to worry about subtlety.

“I mean you looked so good. You’re usually so confident so it was disappointing that you couldn’t wear it.”

“A- are you trying to tell me that I looked good while my dick was practically out?”

“I mean I wouldn’t put it like that!”

“How would you put it?”

“Can we just go back to playing Truth Time?”

“Sure! Why do you think I looked better in the costume?” I teased with a smirk, knowing she was trying to avoid that exact question.

“Ugh I hate you.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glaring at me.

“Come onnnn! You love me! Ha! You love me! Say it! Say ‘I love Charlie! Ooh, he’s so perfect! I love his silky hair and his spiderman costume even though it looks better on me because my tits are perfect and mwah I love my best friend Charlie!’ Say iiiit!” What the fuck just came out of my mouth? It’s the truth, but I didn’t think I was gonna say it! Shit.

I looked over to Y/N, who was fiddling with a piece of her hair, but had her widened eyes on me with the most obvious blush I’d ever seen. I was dying to know know what was running through her mind at that moment.

—

3rd Person POV

Fuck. What the hell? The only things in Y/N’s head were strings of curses and the pressure to say something, anything, to break the tension that had been created. She didn’t realize how dissociated she was until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“You good? Please don’t be having a stroke or something.” Charlie said, searching her eyes for the words she seemingly couldn’t say. Y/N sat up a bit straighter, taking a big sip of her drink.

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking. I’m okay.” She went back to nursing the cup of god knows what. What followed was silence, which between them, was awkward for the first time.

“Oh, that’s it. Okay... um, yeah.” Charlie began, taking a swig of whatever was in his cup. They were far beyond drunk, neither of them even flinched when Y/N laid her head in her best friend’s lap, him playing with her hair—despite the awkward exchange.

“Okay Tooth Time– no, TRUTH Time. I really wanna kiss you right now. No hetero or maybe all the hetero. I don’t know, whatever you think. I mean I’m not sure what you’re into, I know what I’m into but that’s not the point right now. Nothing exists anyway, oh shit i’m toasted.”

“Yeah we are pretty damn toasted. So what movie do you wanna watch when we get– wait,” he paused, looking up at the ceiling in thought. After a couple seconds, Charlie had collected his thoughts... as much as a cross-faded person could. “Did you just say you wanted to kiss me?” The two friends made widened eye contact, their pupils dilated, though neither of them observed that.

“Yeah. I mean we’ve kissed before, maybe not like kiss kissed, but foreheads count. But I wanna like make out with you.” She said, almost nonchalantly, but a few giggles managed to escape her lips.

“I mean okay,” Charlie shrugged. “Friends can platonically make out right?”

“For sure! Friends can definitely make out and you know, some even hook up as long as they say it’s just as friends,” no they can’t. “I mean it’s just helping each other out!” Y/N went on, justifying her and Charlie’s drunk thought process.

Charlie helped Y/N up and just for a moment, they just held each other in an embrace, swaying back and forth. After a few moments of their usual comfortable silence, they broke the hug.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yes, are you?”

“Yes. We can stop whenever you want, okay?”

“Okay. This won’t... you know, ruin our friendship, will it?”

“I mean we might not even remember it tomorrow, but I’m hoping if it does ruin it, it’s so we can be like a couple or something. But let’s worry about that when we get there.”

“Okay. Now what were you saying about my tits being perfect?” Y/N smirked, raising a brow which caused her and Charlie to burst into laughter. They stepped closer to one another.

Charlie took Y/N’s chin in between his fingers before they closed their eyes and allowed their lips to connect in a casual kiss; you know, as best friends do.

“I mean look at you. I don’t want to sound like the hockey guys, but they are so pretty. You’re so pretty.” Charlie gushed, pushing his forehead against hers.

“You’re a good kisser by the way,” Y/N paused to pat the side of his face. She then grabbed Charlie’s hand, holding it in hers for a second before letting go. “You can touch them you know.”

Charlie responded with an ‘okay’ before cupping one of her boobs and lightly squeezing it. Y/N took charge and reconnected their lips, a small gasp escaping her mouth when Charlie pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth. He used the opportunity to suggest kissing with tongue, which she nonverbally accepted. Their hands lazily roamed each other’s bodies, holding each other as comfortably as all the times before, though not as intimately.

“Do you wanna lie down?” Charlie asked the next time their lips disconnected for air. Y/N nodded and they made their way back to the futon.

Charlie went to lock the door while Y/N tried to undo the zipper from the back of the suit. She only got it a third of the way down before feeling her best friend standing behind her, helping her unzip the costume. She could feel his dick pressing against her through his pants. Letting out a shaky sigh, Y/N stepped out of the costume, crossing her arms over her chest before turning to face Charlie.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Well you haven’t seen my boobs, plus I’m not wearing a bra because it would’ve made the costume look weird.”

“But you chose to wear a black thong?”

“You don’t see me mocking you for wearing boxer briefs with lightning bolts on them, do you?”

“Well now you are!”

“Then we’re even. Now take me on this couch before you ruin the moment.”

Y/N made her way to the futon, sitting down and leaning her back against a pillow. In an instant, Charlie was on his knees in front of you, his strong hands gripping your skin in order to spread your legs apart. She sat up straighter to meet his face, receiving a kiss on the forehead before taking her wrists and placing them next to either side of her head.

“Woah.” Was all Charlie could manage to utter as he gazed upon his best friend’s bare chest for the first time. Y/N kept her hands where they were, but made moose antlers and stuck her tongue out. The girl giggled at his reaction and he couldn’t help but do the same.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I want to have sex with you. Do you want to have have sex with me?”

“Yes, now please hurry up.”

“Right. On it.” Charlie wrapped his right arm under her back, holding her and meeting her halfway to press a loving kiss to her lips, then slowly kissing down her neck.

After leaving a hickey in the dip of her collarbone, he dipped his head down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it lightly while kneading her other breast in his hand. Y/N quickly grew impatient, despite the little gasps and sighs in response to Charlie exploring her body.

“And before you ask, yes I want to have sex with you. I knew you were going to ask again. I’m also on the pill, but just to be safe, do you have a condom?” Charlie nodded, taking the foil square out of his back pocket before taking of his shirt and jeans. He opened the packet and slid the condom onto his length.

“Sorry, we’re both just super out of it so I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. I mean we’re both fucked up but at least for me, I’d want to do this even if I was sober.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve wanted to do this in my sober thoughts too. I know it’s the bare minimum to ask for consent, but I think it’s really sweet that you continue to check in with me.” Y/N smiled, holding Charlie’s face in her hands, looking at him as if his eyes held the world and his lips carried the answers to the Earth’s most coveted secrets.

“You are so beautiful, I hope you know that.” Charlie blurted out, staring into Y/N’s eyes with nothing but adoration. He gently pulled the black fabric down her legs, looking up at her with a little smile as he waited for her to give him the green light.

“So are you,” she giggled, which ignited the blazing fire that burned for her in Charlie’s heart for what must’ve been the millionth time. “I’m ready.” She told him. Their lips melded into a passionate kiss as his erection disappeared inside her.

Heavy breathing and distant music was all that could be heard in the moment. Despite the lightheaded feelings, the atmosphere seemed clear to Y/N. She stared into Charlie’s eyes, which were already glued to hers.

“You can move now.” She said. Charlie followed her order and slowly pumped in and out of her dripping heat. He began panting before letting out a strangled moan at the sound of Y/N’s needy whines.

“Good, darling?” He asked, leaning in to kiss her slightly swollen lips. In doing so, his thrusts went deeper, hitting a spot that had Y/N gripping the couch enough for her knuckles to turn a lighter shade.

“Oh my god, fuck. I’m good.” She managed to say, swallowing hard before letting another moan escape her mouth. This time, it was Charlie’s lips on her neck and his tongue sucking on her fragile skin that elicited the sound, which caused him to groan in response.

Y/N’s arms wrapped around her toned friend’s torso, letting one hand travel up to the nape of his neck, playing with his loose curls. The other hand was digging into his back, leaving red marks that would remain for at least a night.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Charlie praised the beauty below him, his eyes almost rolling back as his hips hovered over her figure in a way that seemed just right. “I’m close.”

“I- I need you to touch my clit.” Y/N begged. She didn’t want to fake it, especially since he was her best friend and always knew when she was lying.

Charlie reached his hand down to put his finger on the sensitive, pearl-shaped bud. To his surprise, he felt her hand grab his wrist, leading the strong, calloused hand against her thigh, rubbing it along the supple skin.

“I meant after, you stupidhead.” Y/N giggled once again, the sweet melody filling Charlie’s thoughts and would echo in his mind for days to come.

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, the pair unable to stop themselves from smiling as they did so. As they continued their makeout session, Charlie’s breathing was becoming more and more ragged. His movements quickened, giving a few deep thrusts before he momentarily stilled inside her.

“That was– I mean wow. Thank you. I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick, be right back.” He said, still out of breath from his previous actions.

When Charlie returned, he found Y/N sitting with her legs criss crossed. She had her head tilted downward, but he could see that she was chewing at her bottom lip. Was everything okay?

“Hey.” Charlie’s soft voice startled Y/N, who was clearly deep in thought and didn’t hear the door creaking when he came in.

“Hi.” She smiled shyly, sitting up straighter as her best friend sat beside her, putting a hand on her knee.

“Still want me to take care of you?” He asked sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. He saw the brightness of the moon that shone through the window reflecting in her eyes.

“If you’re up to it, that would be nice.” Y/N still seemed a bit shy, and Charlie wanted to fix that. He began pressing soft kisses to her lips, moving to kiss up to her cheekbone.

He felt her eyelashes flutter closed as his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear, as his hand snaked around her torso. Charlie’s hand found its way to her breasts, gently caressing from the side before kneading the soft skin in his hand as he began kissing down Y/N’s neck. Her breathing had lost its rhythm at this, a gasp interrupting her audible exhales when he took the hardened nub between his fingers and applied a pinching pressure.

Charlie had started leaving tiny bruises, sucking her tender skin harder, making the hickeys bigger as he went lower. He continued trailing kisses and love bites until he reached the other breast and took her nipple between his teeth, biting lightly before swiping his tongue across the sensitive bud, eliciting a moan from Y/N.

“Please stop teasing,” she breathed out, “I want your mouth on me.” Charlie nodded, quickly moving to kneel on the floor, bringing Y/N’s legs to the edge of the futon and spreading them slowly.

Charlie left kisses up her inner thighs before bringing his lips to where she wanted him most. She could feel him breathing on her heat and opened her mouth to say something, but the words she had been preparing to say turned into little whines as his tongue circled her clit.

He brought his index finger up to her entrance slowly pumping it a few times before setting a steady pace. He still had her clit on his mouth and continued to kiss it as he added another finger.

“God, how are you so good at this?” Y/N questioned rhetorically. Charlie hummed against her bundle of nerves, sending a wave of euphoria and chills up Y/N’s spine as she moaned at the sensation.

She sensed the familiar wave of ecstasy reaching a boiling point and let her eyes close as she felt the tension inside her unravel. She felt as though she was sinking into the cushions, coming down from cloud nine with a contented sigh. Before she had fully come back to her senses, Charlie was laying beside Y/N, holding her hand, reveling in the warmth their bodies created from such close proximity.

“When we wake up, what do you want us to be?” Charlie murmured against Y/N’s hand.

“Well no matter what we’ll be best friends, so let’s just enjoy this and we’ll figure it out together in the morning.” She mumbled as she brought their hands to her mouth, kissing his knuckles. They quickly fell asleep, the feeling of weightlessness allowing their rest to be one of peace and rejuvenation.

When the sun’s rays flooded the room with light, the two awoke in a blissful state, holding each other tighter for a while longer before gathering their things and cleaning up the cups and bottles they left. As the waved goodbye to the hungover host of the party, they walked hand in hand down the street to their houses. Y/N hugged Charlie goodbye, burying her face in his chest.

When they pulled apart, it was as if the crisp autumn air had finished sobering them up, allowing them to feel the real connection they shared now. It was one of love, platonic and romantic love. It went unspoken, the air between them, but closed that space once more, this time with a kiss that left a buzzing on their lips. The two went opposite directions across the street, turning to wave goodbye as they reached their respective front doors.

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Hey! So there’s that lmao. I was a bit nervous to write this, but the fact that you guys wanted to read it is what motivated me to make it happen! I hope it was worth the wait haha. Also, special shoutout to my mutuals @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic and @cherrymaybank for proofreading this! <3

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