Multi-Character One-Shots

"Come Back...Be Here"

Charlie Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, cock warming, PIV sex, graduate school/graduation, smut

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You had met Charlie in the summer after your first year of grad school in LA. You had always wanted to move and eventually live in LA because of the space. Charlie hated the space.

He had recently been divorced and had the cutest little boy Henry, the reason he was staying in LA for the summer. You hadn't met Henry yet. Charlie was very particular about who he brought around. He didn't want Henry to get attached to someone that would just end up leaving him. He had enough happen to him already at such a young age.

You first saw Charlie Barber at his play. The university was advertising it all throughout the spring and some of your friends were in it. You had gone opening night and saw him walking all over the place, making sure everything was ready and fixing any last-minute issues. You were enraptured by his beauty. He was incredibly tall and broad with dark black waves framing his face.

You were introduced at the cast party that your friend had invited you to afterward. The conversation between the two of you flowed so perfectly it was like you already knew him. You had talked about school and he had talked about how excited he was for his play to kick-off. You ended up staying at the bar way past everyone else just enjoying each other's company and learning about one another. It took the bartender giving "last call" when he offered to drive you home.

He walked you to your apartment door and you offered for him to come in. That's when he had told you about Henry and about the divorce. It was strange thinking about having a relationship with a man who had already been married and had a kid. But he was still so young and the connection you felt with him was unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

You parted ways that night, neither of you sure if you would see each other again. Although you hoped you would. And you did.

Now you were back at that same bar three months later with Charlie by your side, celebrating. His play had got picked up to go to Broadway and you were so ecstatic for him. He was excited too. His face was grinning ear to ear the entire night. Unfortunately, it meant that he was leaving LA. You hadn't talked about what this meant for your relationship yet, you wanted him to enjoy this moment and so did you. You weren't scared of long-distance but you wondered if you would be enough for him to want to try.
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You drove Charlie to the airport when it came time for him to leave. You both spent as much time together as you could before he had to go and decided it would be best to take a break. He didn't want you to miss out on life or close yourself off just because you were waiting around for him. You had agreed, trying hard not to seem too attached to him already. But you knew in your heart you were so close to falling completely in love with him. You kissed him goodbye. It was deep and passionate. You never wanted to let go. You could stay there wrapped up in his arms, in his warmth, for the rest of your life. But he pulled away, grabbed his suitcase, and headed towards the door. He looked back at you before entering giving you a small smile before disappearing from your sight.
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You had been keeping track of Charlie's play and how it was doing in New York. You hadn't heard from him since he left. Every day you hoped that would change. That you would pick up your phone with a text from him. And every day you found your mind wandering to your time together. Replaying each moment you shared. Your bed was cold without him in it. And that's when it sunk in. You missed him. But you desperately didn't want to miss him because you were sure he didn't miss you.

He was in New York. He probably had hundreds of fans and actresses throwing themselves at him every day. You...were probably not even a thought in his mind. But you still wanted him. Needed him. Needed his touch. The way he would hold you, engulfing your body within his own. The way he would caress your hand while you were just, being. The way he would know when you were having a bad day and how he would cradle you, running his fingers through your hair knowing how that made you relax into him. But you shouldn't need him that way.