#being charlie

[goatcheesecak3]

Fuck it, Adam fic because the world needs it

It's a long one so strap in :^)

Tw for brief mention of substance abuse

Y/n walked into the bar and ordered herself a double jack and coke, and sat down in a booth, all too enthusiastically downing the drink. She justified this action by reminding herself that she probably needed to loosen the fuck up, this was her first date since arriving at college and above that, it was a blind date. She had no idea what had come over her when she applied for the dollar valentine scheme her college was running. Maybe it was loneliness, maybe she was just curious, or maybe, and far more likely, she was high as shit when she walked past the sign up table and thought it would be a laugh.

Well either way, she was here now in her favourite black dress and subdued red lipstick, fitting the description she'd texted to her anonymous beau. As for the lucky fellow? All she knew about him was that he would be wearing a leather jacket and black jeans.

Adam dragged a comb through his overly gelled hair before giving himself one final wink in the mirror. His best friend, Charlie, had bet him 20 bucks that he wouldn't be able to get a girl in his bed from the college's dollar valentine scheme, and of course he accepted that bet without hesitation. He'd get laid AND get 20 bucks, what was the downside? He was confident that he could take any girl he was matched with home, he'd never had a problem getting girls weak at the knees before, and someone desperate enough to sign up for the dollar valentine? Like taking candy from a baby.

He trundled merrily down the road towards the bar, knowing he had an evening of drinks, meaningless sex and earning 20 bucks ahead of him. What a great way to spend a Friday night.

Upon entering the bar, his eyes scanned the room until they landed on the lone girl at the booth.

Y/n glanced up, aware that another presence had breached the perimeter of the bar. Any hope that she'd had for a good night quickly faded when she saw Adam stood there in a leather jacket and black jeans.

She'd met Adam before a few times, none of which were by choice. The first occasion was when he was quite clearly higher than Mount Everest and walked into her in the hallway, causing her to drop all her books on the floor. A classic meet cute trope, except instead of offering to help her with her books, Adam had laughed and carried on walking. The second time they'd crossed paths was in the library. At the peak of exam season the only unoccupied seat happened to be next to a sleeping Adam. Y/n had foolishly taken this seat to work on her essay, not realising that Adam had a nearly full cup of coffee next to him. In his sleep he shuffled and spilt it all over her essay, and himself. He woke abruptly and left without saying a word, other than "oh shit". The final time she'd encountered Adam was at a party. She hadn't been invited to, or wanted to go to this party, the only reason she'd found herself there was because her dealer was in attendance, and she really needed some bud to get to sleep. While picking up, one thing had lead to another and she'd ended up joining the party. Being a latecomer she was far more sober than the rest of the crowd, and was lucky enough to observe her peers drunkenly ambling around the party, one of whom was none other than Adam. She watched him flirt with girl after girl until his attention turned toward her. He managed a cocky "hey" before y/n hastily cut him off

"Not in a million years"

"Hey whatever, fuckin ugly anyways" he had mumbled before disappearing into another room.

To summarise, y/n couldn't think of a worse person to be on a date with.

Although he recognised the girl in the booth, Adam wasn't sure where from, all he knew was that she was the only one in the bar wearing a black dress and red lipstick, so she must have been his date for the night. He approached the booth confidently and said "I'm Adam, your date for tonight"

"Well that's tonight written off then," y/n rolled her eyes.

Adam stared at her, dumbfounded, before he realised what she'd said. Taking a seat opposite her, so he could make eye contact while scolding her, he replied "the fuck did I ever do to you?"

Y/n scoffed.

"Are you seriously that much of a prick that you don't know?"

"Well apparently I am. Have we met before or something?"

"Three times. None of which were pleasant" she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Oh come on, I'm sure I would have remembered if we met three fucking times" he laughed, as if he didn't believe her.

"Well let me jog your memory. The first time you knocked all my books over and laughed at me, the second time you spilled coffee all over my work, and the third time you called me ugly to my face. Ring any bells?"

Adam contemplated for a moment, puffing his cheeks out and furrowing his brow, before finally answering,

"No, yeah, that does sound like me actually. Guess I didn't exactly make the best first impression".

"Or second, or third" y/n chimed in.

"Well," he tilted his head cockily, "fourth time's the charm"

"So far that's not the case. Goodnight Adam." She said, and began to gather her belongings ready to leave.

The vision of 20 bucks being flushed down the drain flashed over Adam's mind, and he quickly realised the severity of the situation.

"Hang on, uhhhh, what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. But it's y/n, thanks for finally asking"

"Well, y/n, it's clear to me that I've been a total asshole to you, but don't I at least get a chance to make it up to you?" He extended his hand out and placed it on top of hers. For some reason, unbeknownst to y/n, she didn't pull away.

When y/n didn't answer Adam kept on trying to persuade her.

"Come on, let me buy you a drink. We can sit here and you can spend all night telling me how much of a piece of shit I am if you want, don't let me be the reason you're going home at 8:30 on valentines day".

Oh he was goooood. He knew exactly what buttons to press to get what he wanted. Y/n knew this should make her wary of him, but something about it excited her. Fuck it, free drinks and not spending valentines day alone wasn't a bad deal.

"I'll have a double jack and coke," she relented, the faintest wisp of a smile creeping onto her face.

"Atta girl" Adam winked, before heading to the bar.

He returned with the drinks a few minutes later and resumed his place sat opposite y/n.

"Go on then, lay into me, why am I the worst guy you've ever met"

"Well judging by the fact that you're still here, even though it's completely delusional of you, for some reason you still think you might get laid tonight. Am I right?" Y/n said

"Well.. a man can dream can't he?"

"You really think my self esteem's that poor that I'd sleep with you tonight?"

"I mean.." Adam trailed off. He realised there was pretty much no chance of him winning the bet anymore. Which confused him, because even though there was really nothing left to gain from staying at this date, he felt compelled to stay. Something about this girl intrigued him. Perhaps it was the fact that his moves didn't work on her, or the fact that she could read him like a book, or maybe it was the fact that she was one of the very few girls who weren't afraid to get snippy with him. Either way, he found himself captivated by her.

"Alright, I get it. Sex is completely off the table," he said, holding his hands up innocently, "and oh, would you look at that? I'm still here," he teased.

Y/n allowed herself to let out a slight chuckle, hoping that Adam hadn't noticed the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

There was no denying Adam was good looking, ever since the day he'd knocked her books over, she'd been able to admit to herself that he was a handsome guy. Now that his personality was ever so gradually becoming - dare she say - charming, she feared that she might even be feeling attracted to him.

"So," she said, "what's a guy like you doing signing up to the dollar valentines anyway? Surely hitting on drunk girls at a party is more your thing?"

"If I tell you the real reason it's not gonna make you like me any more" Adam said. His words were guilty, but the tone in which he said them seemed almost proud.

"Go on, tell me. It can't make me like you any less."

"Well, my buddy, Charlie, he bet me 20 bucks that I couldn't get laid through the dollar valentine scheme, I figured it would be easy money" he shrugged and took a gulp of his drink.

"Wow. Now look at you, out 20 bucks and sitting opposite a girl that thinks you're an asshole" y/n teased.

Adam laughed at himself before replying, "I know, serves me right. How about you? You don't exactly seem like the sort of girl who'd sign up for a blind date?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, and I mean this with no offence, you don't exactly strike me as the lonely heart romantic type".

"You're not wrong there," y/n smiled, staring at her drink as she swirled it around in her hand, before taking a sip. "In all honesty, I don't actually remember signing up. My theory is that I was baked beyond belief and thought it would be a laugh."

The pair burst into laughter at this, which was quickly followed by an exchange of knowing smiles, as if to say "I'm secretly glad we matched with eachother"

"Can I ask you something?" Y/n said, an inquisitive look on her face

"Shoot"

"How come you were such an ass all those other times I ran into you, while tonight you actually seem... decent"

For a split second a flash of remorse graced Adam's face. He broke eye contact and stared at his hands.

"I was on a lot of shit for a while there. High all the time, didn't even consider getting sober. But my buddy Charlie wanted me to come with him to these n/a meetings, you know, for moral support. What can I say? I guess they kinda spoke to me. I haven't touched blow in just over a month now."

He daren't look up from his hands, afraid that his date would be repulsed. To his surprise, her reaction was the opposite.

"Shit man, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Props though, getting clean is a real motherfucker. You should be proud that you got through it."

Her tone was warm, nurturing and slightly out of character.

"You think?" Adam said, daring to regain eye contact.

"I don't just think, I know. I used to be heavy into all that shit back in high school. I'm happy you got out of it," she smiled at him, provoking Adam to react in a way that neither of them expected. He blushed.

"And for the record," she continued, "cokeless Adam's a pretty good guy".

Adam failed to suppress a grin.

"You're not too bad yourself," he winked.

The pair continued to talk, feeling far more comfortable now that the ice was broken. It had become apparent to both of them that they actually had a lot in common, similar music tastes, they both liked the same kind of whiskey, and they both had the same dry wit, allowing them to riff with eachother perfectly. The conversation and the drinks flowed long into the night, until the bar finally closed. The duo stepped outside onto the street and both lit up cigarettes. Noticing how cold y/n was in the bitter February night, Adam took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders with an exaggerated "m'lady".

"Reel it in, casanova" she giggled, leaning against him.

Adam had arranged for the infamous Charlie to pick the two of them up, and drop them off at their respective apartments.

They stood waiting for their lift by the side of the road, making idle chitchat and the odd flirtatious comment, until y/n said something that she wasn't expecting to say that night

"Can I kiss you?"

Adam wrapped his arms round her waist and pulled her into a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. Y/n's and found their way to Adam's shoulders, and hung themselves over them in a drunken attempt at an embrace.

Alerted by car lights just down the road, Adam pulled away from the kiss, and turned to see his friend's car approaching.

"When can I see you again?" He asked, realising as he spoke that he had just asked a girl on a date - with absolutely no ulterior motive  - he genuinely wanted to spend fully clothed time with a girl.

"How about Sunday?" Y/n answered

"Perfect. I'll take you on a proper date" he smiled.

Just then the car pulled up, and the pair got in.

"Thanks for the lift Charlie," y/n said upon arrival to her place, "and Adam, i had a really nice time tonight," she added, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the vehicle.

"Man, you fucked up big time. Where's my 20 bucks?" Charlie said, watching y/n disappear up her apartment steps.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, " Adam said, forking over the money, with an out of character grin on his face.

"The fuck you so happy about? You know you lost, right?"

"I'm seeing her again on Sunday"

Charlie laughed

"Still holding out hope that you'll get to hit skins with her then?"

"Nah it's not like that..." Adam trailed off.

"Holy fucking shit. Holy Mary mother of God, no fucking way," Charlie sputtered, "are you telling me you actually have feelings for a girl?" He laughed

Adam simply shrugged.

"I didn't know you were capable of that," Charlie teased

"Cut it out, man"

"I'm not joking dude, I didn't think I'd ever see the day"

The two friends laughed all the way home, and that night, for the first night in his life, Adam went to bed excited for what the future held.

A/n requests are still open, (sfw only) so check my pinned list to see who I write for :^)

[theclassymike]

Lucas Till and Nick Robinson have joined the cast of the upcoming Netflix Series The Abandons!

[devotedtodevon]

watched being charlie for the first time last night... never cried so much over a movie

[sunnysoulzz]

I am formally requesting an Adam fic (for scientific reasons)

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH LETS GOOOOO I have two ideas in mind so probably gonna write another soon 😼 also not proof read

Contains: Adam x f!reader, reader is Charlie’s younger sister but not much of an age gap, smut ofc, quick FIC, only a lil plot :’), drugs and alcohol mentioned

He shouldn’t be this down bad for his friends younger sister. He feels so bad about it. But the moment he saw you he know he was fucked.

You had met after a rough night for Charlie, your father wouldn’t agree but you had to help, he was your brother. You found him at Adam’s house, he packed his things, preparing himself while you turned your attention to Adam. His eyes were on you, a smile on his face as he licked his lips.

From then on it felt like the two of you kept meeting. At Charlie’s performance night thing, when he went to find Eva, and at a club.

You weren’t much of a club goer, but your friends convinced you to get all dolled up and get laid. You stood near the bar, looking for your friends who had gone off into the crowd. That’s when you saw him. He had already seen you. His eyes were on your body. He looked up, meeting your gaze as you slowly smiled at him.

He made his way over to you, completely ignoring the last girl he was talking to. He stood next to you, the both of you glancing at each other. “Good to see you” he looks at you, a small smirk on his face. You turned to him, giggling slightly as you talked to each other.

It didn’t take him long to try get his hands on your body, touching your hand, holding your waist, dancing with you. He pulls you off to the side, both of you starting to get drunk. He looks from your eyes to your lips before he kisses you. It’s hungry and desperate. His hands move to your waist as yours move to his neck. He knows he shouldn’t. He knows Charlie would be pissed if he found out. But you’re just so pretty.

He takes you back to his place, calling it messy is an understatement. But that doesn’t matter. The both of you practically fall onto his bed, your hands are in his hair as he makes quick work of your clothes. He leaves a trail of hickeys down your neck. One hand rests on the back of your knee as his other hand moves down, he rubs circles into your clit before he shoves one of his fingers inside you causing you to whimper. He pumps it in and out of you, muttering about how pretty you look as he adds another finger.

He grabs a condom (though he’d do anything to fuck you raw) and quickly puts it on, wanting to be inside of you so bad. It stung for a few seconds, “it’s ok baby” he whispered in your ear before he sat up, looking at your pretty pussy taking him whole. His hands were back on your waist as he thrusted in and out of you, his speed picking up as you gripped the sheets.

Adam buried his face in the crook of your neck, grunting and moaning as your hands moved to his back, leaving scratches for him to discover later. His hands moved over your body, to your thighs, to your hips, to your chest.

He continued leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your neck as he fondled your tits. Was fucking his best friends sister wrong? Probably. Was he gonna stop now? Fuck no. He was addicted to you.

Anything you wanted he’d give it to you. Drugs, alcohol, sex, he’d give you everything. You definitely went for at least 2 rounds, and by the end you were passed out in his arms. And he definitely wasn’t letting you go.

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I wanna write for adam more! + I’ve got two Dean fics in mind. Stg I’m about to write for every Devon bostick character I can get my hands on. Anyway hope you enjoyed! And I hope it was good enough since I kinda rushed it

[chloesimaginationthings]

You know Henry’s final speech went hard in FNAF

[notherpuppet]

Role reversal AU

[mountainshroom]

Recent hazbin sketches :) just a reluctant stepdad and his overenthusiastic daughter bonding

[greykolla-art]

I was rereading Skulduggery Pleasant and realised it was a goldmine for cute Alastor & Charlie moments.👌

I’m gonna project genuine friendship onto these fuckers and you can’t stop me!

[bioethicists]

it's very important to understand how a personality disorder diagnosis functions in the psychiatric system, even if you identify with the diagnosis or find it useful.

personality disorders on your medical record will be used to discredit anything you say or do. they indicate "don't bother listening to this person; apply treatment regardless of their wishes but also they're probably manipulating/attention-seeking so maybe don't bother treating them". needing support becomes attention-seeking. behaviors that would be treated + supported in someone without this diagnosis are ignored or treated as manipulative. providers are instructed to "withdraw warmth" (a real thing in the DBT provider's manual, btw) in response to self-injury or suicidal ideation.

if you have been dx'd with a personality disorder professionally, you likely understand this.

now, here's the important part: this is not an issue of 'stigma' against a politically neutral, pre-discursive True Disease which is being Unfairly Maligned. these diagnoses were formulated based on the idea that some patients cannot be trusted, that some patients seek care too much. they are applied to patient charts as a justification for withdrawing care or as a dismissal of someone "not getting better" fast enough. in the uk, they are often employed by the nhs to shame or problematize people who use large amounts of nhs resources, arguing that receiving a lot of care through the nhs is a negative behavior stemming from a disordered personality.

there are elements of personality disorders which resonate strongly with many people, including myself, but you need to be clear-eyed about the origins + functions of this diagnosis. as a whole, they were created + function as ways to discredit + mistreat noncompliant or "difficult" patients. 'reclaiming' them is not going to change how they function systematically- it is going to make it easier to engage in this systematic neglect by evoking 'ableism' or 'stigma!' when people question the utility or application of the diagnosis.

[hankasventing]

look at their reactions 😭😭😭 vaggie so real

[t0oth-r0t]

try not to cry: being charlie edition

everybody wish me luck

[goatcheesecak3]

Adam x reader (fluff)

Warnings for: mention of substance use, casual misogyny, alcohol

A/n requests are open, check my pinned post for details :^)

You sat on the sofa, taking a large gulp of your drink. You always looked forward to Adam's parties, he and Charlie had been your best friends for about a year, and it was nice to spend time with the two of them. In the past, Adam's parties had become something of a free for all. At first he was okay with it, not quite coherent enough to care about the holes being punched in his walls, the stench of pcp emanating from his bathroom, or the broken glass on his carpet. But as he'd started to get his shit together and grow up a bit, he was less fond of his apartment becoming a hive of crime and wanton desire. One of the perks of your friendship was that you were pretty good at defusing situations before they happened, and you didn't really care if people liked you or not, so you weren't afraid to be bad cop and kick people out on Adam's behalf if they got too out of hand.

Adam joined you on the sofa, a glass of bourbon in his hand. This night was like any other, you scanned the room keeping an eye out for trouble, while Adam rolled you a cigarette.

"I see you found my bourbon then," he said, nodding towards the drink you'd helped yourself to.

"Well you didn't expect me to spend the whole night drinking cheap beer did you?" You replied smugly.

Adam laughed and shook his head.

"You're an asshole you know that? This was expensive" he feigned annoyance with you

"Tastes expensive too" you teased, swirling your drink in your hand.

You sat in comfortable silence for a bit, letting the laid back beats of wu-tang punctuate the lack of dialogue, when something caught your attention.

"Dude," you called toward a shaggy haired party goer stood in the corner of the room, smoking on something that definitely wasn't weed or a cigarette.

"Take that shit to the alley, it fucking stinks"

"Hey whatever man," he mumbled before slinking out the apartment door.

"Thanks" Adam said, shooting you a wink.

Just then, Charlie's familiar frame entered the room and made it's way over to the two of you.

"Me and the others are gonna head over to the other side of town soon, apparently one of the frat houses is throwing a rager. You guys gonna come?" He inquired.

"Man I'm too tired for that shit" Adam groaned, throwing his head back.

"I can't think of anything worse. I'd just end up dodging a bunch of frat guys asking 'is it true what they say about girls with piercings' all night" you said.

"Suit yourselves," Charlie said, before turning to the rest of the crowd, "guys come on, I don't wanna miss this party".

Gradually, the guests trickled out of the small apartment, leaving just you and Adam.

"Shit, I better call an uber, there's no way I'm walking in the state that I'm in" you said, pulling out your phone

"Aw did someone over do it?" Adam poked fun at you.

"Behave. Hang on, what the fuck? It says I'm banned?" You exclaimed, looking at the uber app.

"Lemme see," Adam said taking your phone, "ohohoh shit, you HAVE been banned" he sneered.

"I don't even know how that could've happened, I haven't used uber in ages. I mean, apart from that time I let you..." your voice trailed off as you put two and two together, looking up to see Adam's face painted with a guilty smile.

"Adam did you spill your guts all over an uber booked in my name by any chance?" You asked, with a put on polite tone.

He just shrugged.

"You asshole!" You cried out, lifting up one of the couch cushions and hitting him with it.

"I'm sorry! Look dude, you can just stay here tonight. I'll help you get your account back in the morning" he said, offering an olive branch in hopes that you hadn't seen how hard he was trying not to laugh at the situation.

"Fine. And I think I'll take that refill you were about to offer me" you responded, smugly handing your empty glass to him.

"Whatever your highness wants" he joked before dissapearing to the kitchen.

The pair of you sat idly on the sofa, smoking and arguing over which song to play next for a little while, until the conversation turned to your personal lives.

"Where's whats-her-face tonight anyways?" You asked Adam, referring to his latest friend with benefits.

"Oh Stacey?" He took a sip "long gone. I'm done with that"

"Are you serious man? Her tits were like the size of my head, how in the fuck have you upgraded from that?" You laughed.

Adam found himself chuckling with you, before responding.

"Nah, I mean I'm done with hookups. For now, at least. Like, don't get me wrong she was really fucking hot, but I don't know, I always just felt miserable afterwards" he dipped his head down slightly, cringing at himself for letting himself get slightly too real.

"No fucking way, I never thought I'd hear you say that" you teased, feeling ever so slightly proud of him. "How's abstinence treating you then?"

"You should know, miss I don't do hookups" he said.

It was true, as a rule, you didn't do hookups. You used to, and definitely still could if you wanted to, but you just didn't see the appeal of being that intimate with a stranger anymore.

"Man it gets hard, but it'll be worth it in the long run. Not like the dating pool has me spoilt for choice though" you said, taking a drag from your cigarette.

"Preaching to the choir. Seems like people around here either want nothing but sex or they're talkin bout 'how many kids you want?' 'What are you plans for the future?' Like, hell if I know, I just wanna meet someone that makes me laugh" Adam complained, dipping his ashes.

"While it is pretty jarring to hear you complain about people only wanting sex, you put it perfectly man" you said.

"Feels kinda good to get that off my chest. Don't get me wrong or anything, like I love Charlie, but I could never talk about this shit with him" Adam rambled.

You had to admit, it was oddly reassuring hearing Adam letting his human side out. You loved the lairy attitudes of you two best friends, but it got somewhat lonely being the only girl in the trio sometimes, you didn't often get the chance to talk about real shit. You found yourself feeling slightly sorry for Adam, it seemed like he'd been wanting to be more honest about his feelings for quite some time, but never felt brave enough to do so. Following this train of thought, you found yourself saying something you wouldn't normally say.

"At the risk of sounding corny as fuck, when was the last time someone gave you a hug?"

Adam puffed out his cheeks and exhaled before answering

"Too long ago, man"

"Well bring it in, dude" you said, leaning over to him with open arms.

The two of you hugged, giggling, and both slightly embarrassed, but enjoying it nonetheless. It seemed as though the pair of you had been needing this.

When the hug ended, Adam's arm remained over your shoulder, and you remained leaning on him comfortably. It should have felt weird, being so touchy feely with your bro like this, and in a way it did feel a bit weird, but at the same time it was comfortable and you didn't ever want it to stop.

"Look at you, getting all soft on me are we?" Adam teased.

"Watch yourself" you warned playfully

"Or what?" He grinned

"Or this" you said, swiftly tickling his ribs.

Through laughs, Adam somehow managed to snake his arms around your waist and hold you in place, unable to tickle him any longer. The laughter died down and the two of you found yourselves staring at eachother, both smiling shyly.

"You always make me laugh, y/n" he said, his voice low and gentle - it wasn't the lighthearted casual way he normally spoke.

"Same with you" You replied, hearing the softness on your own voice.

Ever so slowly, as though you were afraid to startle one another, your faces edged closer and closer together, until finally, your lips met. The kiss was gentle, tame and full of affection. It should have felt unexpected, unnatural, but for some reason it just felt inevitable, as though it had been a long time coming.

You both pulled away, blushing and smiling timidly

"Wow. How long you been holding that back?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Matching your volume, Adam responded "longer than I think either of us are willing to admit"

Your smile grew in size, which seemed to reassure Adam, who'd felt a little worried that he'd overestimated your feelings for him.

"So.. we make eachother laugh. I think that meets both our standards," you said, earning a small chuckle from Adam.

"Should we stop putting off the inevitable and just.. you know.. give it a go?" Adam said, feeling a bit more confident now.

"What, me and you?" You asked, wanting to hear him say it.

"Yeah, me and you" he smiled

"I'd like that" you said, before kissing him gently.

You snuggled up to him on the sofa, and when the moment passed, the two of you resumed playfully making fun of eachother for being so sickly and cutesy. There was no use denying it any longer, you really were perfect for eachother.

A/n check my pinned post to make a request! Replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated bc I'm trying to locate some Adam stans (we're a rare breed)

[viveela]

Some ship arts using my redesigns they're so tiny

[narliee]

Because I'm properly in love with you.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie