#what if hes written mine on my upper thigh>>>>>

[bbitches]

Falling without a net (pt.1)

Mafia!Charles Leclerc x gossipgirl!reader x brother!Nate Archibald

sypnosis: Little Miss Archibald is caught leaving Constance Billard in a blacked-out Ferrari—driven by none other than dangerously handsome mafia affiliate, Charles Leclerc. As Upper East Side gossip explodes, Y/N flaunts the scandalous relationship, shrugging off Blair’s warnings and Nate’s concern. But as nights blur into VIP parties and whispered promises, even Chuck and Blair start to worry—will she survive this high-stakes romance, or will it destroy her? XOXO, Gossip Girl.

warnings: underage drinking, use of drug substances, huge age gap, grooming?? cl is 26 and reader is 16 lmao, cursing

a/n: god pleaseeee let this reach the right audience. i’ve already written like five parts lol. i’ll post them if this isn’t a flop.

part two part three

Spotted: Little Miss Archibald stepping out of Constance Billard in a blacked-out Ferrari… and it’s not Nate behind the wheel. *Ding, ding—scandal alert!* Who’s the mysterious (and dangerously handsome) driver making all the UES moms clutch their pearls? Let’s just say, someone’s been keeping secrets. —Gossip Girl  

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The dismissal bell rings at Constance Billard, and the usual swarm of uniformed socialites floods the sidewalk. You’re laughing with your friends, twirling the silver bracelet Charles gave you—

"So you remember who you belong to," he’d murmured, fastening it around your wrist.  

With a dirty glance towards some head-band wearing, lipgloss applying nepo babies, you descend from the front steps.

Nate caught your eye from the other side of the school.

Just then, as Nate was about to call out to you, the low purr of an engine cuts through the chatter.  

A sleek, black Ferrari glides to the curb. The tinted window rolls down, revealing him—Charles Leclerc, sharp jawline, dreamy green eyes, a smirk that makes even Serena sigh.  

"Mon cœur,” he calls, ignoring the stares.  (my heart)

Blair, standing nearby with her minions, stiffens. "That’s who you’ve been sneaking around with?" she hisses, gripping your arm. "He’s twenty-six. And—" She lowers her voice. "Dangerous."  

You shrug her off. "I smell a little jealousy, Blair. Is my brother and Chuck still not enough for you?"  

A scoff leaves her Dior lipstick covered lips, “I’m looking out for you-“

You shrugged past her.

The gossip spreads faster than wildfire. By the time you slide into the leather seat, Charles’ hand resting possessively on your thigh, everyone is watching.  

Some with disapproving stares.

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Nate slams his glass down. "You’re sixteen. He’s—"  

"Perfect," you interrupt, swirling the vodka Charles poured you earlier.  

Blair, perched on Chuck’s lap, glares. "She’s been skipping classes. Showing up hungover. And now this? Next thing you know, she’ll be getting stoned-"  

Chuck, ever the provocateur, smirks. "I like him. He’s got style."  

Blair elbows him. "Not helping."  

Nate runs a hand through his hair. "He’s mafia, Y/N. You think this ends well?"  

You laugh, the room tilting slightly. "It ends with me in Monaco, wearing his ring. Besides, you screwed a married woman. And almost every screw-able person on the upper east side. I don’t see what the problem is."  

Nate grabs his bag and storms out without another word.

Blair’s expression softens—just for a second. "God, you’re such an idiot." But there’s worry in her eyes.  

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Charles’ hand is firm around yours as he leads you through the VIP section, past models and mob associates. The bass thrums in your chest, the world blurring at the edges.  

"You’re mine, yes?" he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing your skin, squeezing your hand firmly to remind you to behave.

You nod, dizzy. "Always."  

Across the room, Chuck watches, drink in hand. Blair’s next to him, arms crossed.  

"She’s in over her head," Blair mutters.  

Chuck sighs. "Let’s just make sure she doesn’t drown."  

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“Think you can handle it?” The aged man says from across the table. One of Charles’ associates, you assumed. His attire screamed class, but something about his gaze told you his life was anything but. He slid a bunch white powder and a straw towards you.

You were finally being acknowledged in Charles’ meetings. You weren’t about to give them a chance to think less of you.

So, without a single thought about the consequences that would come after, you took the straw, “Why the fuck not?”

“No.” Charles said, eerily calm, but with quiet authority.

Your movements stilled.

“Oh, why not?” The man from across said. Protests came from all around the table.

“She’s mine, and if I say she’s not, she’s not.” Charles said, his tone making it crystal clear that he would not repeat that statement a second time.

The painful squeeze to your hand acted as a final warning. Behave.

---

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He snarled as soon as you arrived to the familiar safety of his NYC penthouse.

His eyes were the epitome of fury.

You ignored him, bad idea, and helped yourself to a bottle of tequila, not even bothering to pour it into a glass and drank it straight from the bottle.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growled, snatching the bottle from you.

”What?” You grunted, directing a glare towards him.

“Tell me what you did tonight.” He said, as if he was lecturing a child.

You let out a scoff, “you were there, you know what I did.”

He looked as if he was about to burst. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. But he collected himself. Took a deep breath.

His hand cupped your cheek, his touch gentle, so gentle, “you were about to-“ He sighed, “I shouldn’t have brought you around those people. I’m sorry.”

He caught your eye, still as stubborn as ever.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “You almost went too far tonight.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, pushing his hand away and collected your things.

You saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but you were too drunk to care.

And so you left, without a care in the world.

---

You stumbled onto the street, Louboutins digging into your feet.

You flipped your phone open to see 23 missed calls from Nate, 32 texts from Blair and one voicemail from Chuck.

Overbearing fuckers.

With a grunt, you called Nate.

Within a ring, you heard his voice on the other end, “Where the hell are you?”

“Chill, Nathaniel.” You said, sarcastically, “let me think… New York!”

“Y/n Archibald, do you-“

---

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And the question on everyone’s lips: *Will Nate let his baby sister run off with a mob prince? Or will the Upper East Side’s golden girl crash and burn?* Stay tuned, darlings. —XOXO, Gossip Girl.

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part two part three

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

guilty as sin as a wolfstar song that ends with a drunk remus giving an equally drunk sirius a shitty stick-and-poke tattoo reading "mine" on his upper thigh

[dailytraingirl]

i am starting a religion based on this.

does this mean that guilty as sin? is written about house and wilson

[wolverinesprincess]

“worst sentence while making love?” “slow down”

“i would not respect boundaries”

“i don’t have a safe word. i don’t like to stop. i just want to keep going”

[lunarnightt]

His hands would be nice on my upper thigh 🤭

[intostarlight]

dan & blair · guilty as sin?

[duahauuoplanh]

A day in the life with @hm_son7 🎬🔥

[erosjournal]

☆ what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh ?

~ leo valdez x jason grace

~ synopsis : piper notices something weird on leo's leg

~ tw(s): slightly suggestive ?

Piper decided she was gonna take Leo and Jason surfing. Not that either of them were very good, but she wanted them to get the practice and experience.

"Okay, so hold your board like this," she explained, holding the board as so. Piper realized she was gonna have to teach them out of water first, so they didn't fall and drown in the water. Jason was very hesitant about this, due to the ocean god already out for his ass. Leo was as well, since fire and water usually didn't mix well.

"Pipes, I think my boards upside down." Leo said, holding it up. Piper sighed, frowning.

"No, you're ankle band is on the right side. You're fine." She assured. Jason kept adjusting his glasses, taking them on and off, unable to decide if he should wear them. Piper personally thought he shouldn't, but he wouldn't be able to see anything without them.

She sighed, dropping her head in her hands.

"Okay, Jase, Leo, come with me. We're gonna paddle out." She dropped her board in the water, which was hot pink with a lesbian sticker on it, and started padding out farther. Jason and Leo exchanged a nervous glance, and followed.

Jason was up first. Piper had explained to him, in full detail, what to do. He waited for a wave, started paddling, and rode off onto the shore. Leo scoffed.

"Of course he does it well, he's Jason Grace." He sighs, biting his lip. Piper giggled. Jason started paddling back.

"Okay, your turn, Repair Boy." Leo tried to do exactly what Jason did, waiting for a wave, paddling, and riding off to the shore. Except for the fact he did not, and ended up being attacked by a wave.

"WIPEOUT!" Piper yelled, rushing to help Leo. She rode the wave that came next, all the way to Leo's floating board. She dunked herself in the water, helping his wet and limp body to shore. Once she got there, she was thankful she wouldn't have to give mouth-to-mouth since he was fully concious.

"Pipes, I just saw my whole life flash before my eyes!" He yelped, clutching onto her hand. She shrugged.

"It happens, don't worry. You'll get better..." She trailed off. Her eyes were checking that Leo was okay, and in doing so she noticed a (tattoo?) mark on Leo's leg. More in his upper inner thigh. His swim trunks had rode up and revealed something in handwriting.

"Leo, what's this?" She asked, pointing at it and squinting to try to read it. Leo blushed and yanked his trunk down, in his best attempt to cover it. Unfortunately for him, Piper had read it and burst into laughter.

"You have a tattoo of Jason's handwriting that says 'Mine'?" She cracked up, Leo hugely embarrassed.

"Shut up..." He grumbled, shoving her as she just laughed harder. "It's not even a tattoo!" Jason had come over with them, worried they hadn't come back to the spot in the ocean he'd been waiting.

"Hey, everything-- Why's Piper cracking up?" He frowned. Leo groaned. He pointed to the neat handwriting Jason'd left on his body. Jason flushed. "Oh."

"Damn, you guys, I didn't know you guys were that freaky," She teased, crying from laughing so hard.

"God damn it, Pipes. Stop!"

~ an : i think this one speaks for itself . i apologize if the surfing aspects aren't accurate , i only took 1 lesson and hated it the whole time . i heard that lyric and thought ; omg i need to write a valgrace fic abt that right now ! so yeah . i hope u enjoyed !! ( do not ask why this came out faster than my chappell roan one , some i write over days , others i write in 10 minutes . )

<3 eros

[sprnklersplashes]

why did it take me this long to realise guilty as sin? is an annamis song.

"what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? I choose you and me. religiously."

[lesbianeddiesdiaz]

there are so many first kiss song options and i’m adding guilty as sin to the list

[wandasgirl69]

What if she’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh?

[foursaints]

what did you think of ttpd!! we gotta know

[lyrakanefanatic]

guilty as sin is so lyra and gray coded because of how the entire relationship is built on delusion. 💀💀💀

like, just the lyric, “what if he’s written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind?” works for both of them because they both like each other (i think??? we haven’t gotten lyra’s pov but I’m just gonna assume she likes him) but don’t know each other enough for it to physically go anywhere. and the fact that they would typically try to cover the fact that they like each other up because they don’t want to feel dumb for liking somebody that quickly.

[sephirology]

guilty as sin reminds me of sefikura

[taintedcigs]

WHATEVER THIS MEANS (probably nothing. this is a rought draft). but HEY at least im writing (100 words)

[thebeeskeys]

KATARA AND ZUKO ARE GUILTY AS SIN CODED !!!!!