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she gurbo on my slurbo till i go turbo
gleep
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goo...
I’d let Nurse Charlie take my heart any day tbh.
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Hiya! I was wondering if you could do a cc!charlie/gn!reader where they have a friendly sleepover BUT as the night goes on it get more and more romantic :3c and may there be cuddling and kisses please and ty.
P.s have a nice day/night ^-^
i'm so sorry i took basically a whole month to get this done! i hope my writing has done your request justice :) hope you're having a nice day/night!
(also i wrote this with charlie's Another Crab's Treasure vod playing in the background. it was a huge distraction, i don't know why i did that)
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can i kiss you sleepover?
cc!Charlie Slimecicle x gn!reader
Warning(s): light cursing, one piss joke, they kiss.
Word Count: 1.25k
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Sleepovers at either Charlie’s or your apartment were pretty common. With the two of you living on opposite sides of the city, all it took was a movie night ending too late or a drink too many in someone’s system to get one of you to announce that a sleepover was in order.
(It was to prevent either of you from having to travel home in the middle of the night, and absolutely not because you both wanted an excuse to spend more time together.)
The night started as most nights did, with you popping over to Charlie’s place for dinner. What surprised you, though, was that instead of your usual takeout, he had decided to chef it up in the kitchen.
“Whoa,” you said when you arrived, inviting yourself in and dropping off the snacks you had bought on the kitchen counter. “So, this is why you didn’t want to grab snacks with me today.”
“I had a lot of ingredients I had to use up,” he replies nonchalantly, giving you a one shoulder shrug. “Thought a change in our routine couldn’t hurt.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, leaning against the dining table while he sets the food down. You try to ignore how pinpricks shoot up your arm when he brushes against your arm.
“Is this how our friendship has devolved? You’re throwing your leftovers at me?”
Charlie nearly trips on the way back to the table with two wine glasses in hand. You double over laughing, and thus fail to catch the way the tips of his ears turn red.
“I’m joking, I’m joking.”
You spend dinner catching up with each other’s weeks, with a few jokes thrown in courtesy of Charlie attempting to serve wine as professionally as he can. It contributes to the slightly romantic atmosphere of the dinner, but you choose not to acknowledge it.
After dinner, you force Charlie out of the kitchen so that you could clean up (it was the least you could do to repay his romantic well-prepared dinner). It’s a few minutes later that you join him in the living room for the official start to your movie night.
Usually, you sit side by side on the couch, not too close and not too far from each other. But the couch feels a little small today as you’re forced to share one blanket (“Sorry, the other one’s in the washer.” “What, did you piss on it? Little piss boy?” “Fuck off.”).
Charlie fidgets throughout the first movie, but you don’t mind it. When the second film starts playing, he moves one arm to rest on the couch behind your head. The hand that rests next to your next starts fidgeting with your hair, making the flesh of your neck goosebump when his fingers get close.
You distract yourself from his antics by stuffing your face with crisps. You were close friends who were comfortable being physically close to each other. You hugged all the time. You spent a lot of time together.
You try to convince yourself that it wasn’t that deep.
Several hours later, it was to no one’s surprise that, when you finished watching the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean film, Charlie announced that it was too late for you to Uber back home.
“Dude, I can’t believe it’s already 3 am,” he comments as he gets up to throw the empty crisp packets.
“Is it?” you ask between yawns, stretching out over the cushions he had previously occupied. Your eyes are halfway closing when he comes back to unceremoniously yank the blanket off you.
“What the hell!” you yell at him, throwing a pillow at him in hopes to wipe off the cheeky grin from his face.
The pillow didn’t deter him from coming closer, prompting you to pick up another pillow to smack him with. However, he catches you off-guard by snatching the pillow from you. You reflexively tighten your grip on the pillow, causing you to stumble right into Charlie.
Stunned, you look up at him, his wide-eyed gaze meeting yours.
“Hi,” you mumble awkwardly.
“Hi,” he replies, a mischievous grin lighting his face up.
Charlie lightly shoves you away from himself, bending to grab the first pillow you had thrown at him. With a declaration of war, he chases you around the coffee table, the movie credits still rolling on the TV screen providing some dramatic background music.
You feel your inner child light up inside you as you evade Charlie’s grasp, letting out cheerful yelps despite it being the middle of the night and you might get noise complaints. However, caught up in the gleefulness of your mini tag game, you trip on the edge of the coffee table and send yourself hurtling into the couch.
“Holy shi- ”
Behind you, Charlie’s unable to stop his momentum. In a split second, he’s sent tumbling on top of you, the pillow that he was holding somewhat cushioning his fall so he didn’t full body slam into you.
There you lie on Charlie’s couch, caged by his arms which had mercifully landed next to your face and not on it. His messy hair looked even messier after running several rounds around his living room, and you resist the urge to run your fingers through them.
You’re captured next by his blue eyes, still shining with something familiar, but with an added emotion that you’re sure is mirrored in yours. You’re so close to each other you’re practically breathing in each other’s breath, and you can’t help your eyes from straying to glance down at his lips.
When you glance back up to his eyes, you catch him shifting his gaze as well, causing your breath to hitch. You catch the moment he clocks that you’d done the same thing he did as he moves just an inch closer to you.
“Is this okay?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” your response is just as breathy.
Charlie studies your expression carefully, almost as though drinking in your features he had never seen so up close before. Then:
“Can I kiss you?”
You blink once. Then twice. Then:
“Yes, please.”
Charlie crosses the space between you two within the blink of an eye. His lips capture yours, and you finally understand how people could describe a kiss as sweet. Because now that you’ve tasted Charlie’s lips on yours, you’re not sure even honey could compare.
You’re not sure how long you stay locked in each other’s embrace. One of your hands come up to gently thread through Charlie’s hair, eliciting a sigh from the man. When you come up for breath, the movie credits are no longer rolling.
“Wow,” you say, breathless.
“Definitely wow,” he repeats, breathing just as heavily as you are.
“Why haven’t we done that before?” you ask in between a yawn.
“I don’t know.” He takes a second to smile fondly at your yawn. “Sleepy?”
You nod, further relaxing into his hold. “Between the movies and the running around, I’m pretty tired out.”
Charlie hums his acknowledgement before getting off you to stand. Suddenly, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you yelp and loop your arms around his neck.
“Charlie!”
“It’s snuggle time!” he crows, carrying you to his bedroom.
The night ends with you and Charlie snug under his blankets. The weight of his arm around your waist and the feeling of his heartbeat against your back slowly lulled you into what could’ve been the most comfortable sleep you’ve ever had.
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HELLLLL YEAAHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸
SWEATERRR
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THE PEOPLE WANT TO SEE (IF YOU ARE SO COMFORTABLE IN SHARING)
can someone find me this damn sweater please ill literally marry you
give me the spooky
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youtube
he's just about in it but still !!
by the way
#also some glimpses of ted and ranboo thats fun#ill kiss you#ill make sweet love to you#<- Alright Then!#Youtube
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comfort video honestly
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not sure if tumblr has seen these yet so !!
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wow guys!! what a cool and fun and informative and funky account!! we should definitely all go follow and interact and such and such :))))
⋆˚࿔ hellooo!! my name is trinity and i have a medical dependence on charlie slimecicle :)) 19, she/they
♡ this is just an account i made to share the clothes i id on charlie :) use or follow for whatever purpose!! idc!! go bonkers!! steal his entire closet!! become him!! metamorphosise!! embrace the goo.
..if you have any requests/findings, my inbox is always open!! ⋆.˚
★.ᐟ this is a sideblog! my main is @heytrinity
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A Familiar Voice
summary: schlatt x ghost!reader who tries to do little chores around his house to woo him but only ends up scaring the shit out of him
a/n: just a quick little oneshot to get back into writing. inspired by this post by @wh0re-in-the0ry
warnings: gender neutral reader
word count: ~800
After a while, being a ghost loses its charm.
It was entertaining for the first year or two, but by now the world had changed, and you were truly forgotten. A lost spirit confined to a shitty town house nobody wanted to live in for more than a month.
You tried your best, you really did.
You never scared anyone (intentionally) or did anything out of the ordinary, yet any small signs of your presence drove residents mad. Which was probably the reason the home was once again vacant, other than you, of course.
That, and the other death.
Surprisingly, you weren’t the only one to actually die here. Some guy had a heart attack about a year back, and the house has been struggling to keep a tenant since. Even kids who were blocks down thought the place was haunted.
And to your frustration they weren’t wrong, just really misguided. You never understood what happened to you when you died, but it wasn’t whatever happened to him. He was nowhere to be found, leaving you alone, and hopeless.
This was until they started showing the place again, after they cleaned it up. You didn’t really understand why they tried to, since everything felt much worse. It was all bright, the walls shitily repainted with new modern appliances and some ikea furniture.
Thankfully, the new guy who moved in was decent. He had a familiar charm about him which drove you absolutely mad.
Jonathan Schlatt. His name was Johnathan Schlatt, which you found out quickly by grabbing his mail and checking through some documents. You observed him over the course of weeks, trying to lay as low as possible.
Schlatt wasn’t too observant. You learnt that after a third daring moment which would’ve got you caught with anyone else. The guilt of watching him all day without him knowing weighed heavy on you, understanding it was a violation, which is why you tried to do things for him around the house. He left something on the stove for two long? Well there’s no reason you couldn’t lower the heat or take the pot off. Left some freshly dried clothes on his bed to fold later? It wouldn’t take you too long, you had forever anyways.
He was so complicated. You didn’t understand any of it, but my god you tried. He always seemed a bit confused and worried. If you swept his kitchen floor, he’d walk in wondering if it was always this clean. You reorganized the fridge, and he spent a solid ten minutes trying to remember when he started keeping bread in there. Even putting his dishes away early seemed to stress him out, which is why you toned it back. You kept things subtle, only doing the smaller tasks he might forget about to save him some time. Just building up some brownie points in case you ever get caught (and definitely not to get caught).
But, no matter how sloppy you were, you had yet to be caught, even if there were a few close calls.
Once, Schlatt was in his office on the computer like normal to talk to it, when he left out of the blue. It startled you especially when he was headed towards his room, where you were making his bed. Right before he could enter you slammed the door into his face and ran to his closet, hiding away under the curtain.
On a rougher day for him you tried to brighten his day by taking out the leftovers he was reheating in the toaster oven since they were done, only for him to walk in midway. You hid in his counter, dipping your head up through the sink to see when he was gone.
As the months he’d been staying increased you were completely infatuated with him, even if he was acting increasingly strange.
You were unsure what he did for work but knew he spent a lot of time in his office, which you were desperate to be in while he talked. His voice was the closest you’d gotten to heaven since your death. Recently, Schlatt started singing more. He kept telling the computer about a Christmas album he was working on, and you couldn’t wait.
His singing was so comfortable, his smooth voice taking you back to a far more familiar time you yearned for. Everything about him did.
You found a hiding spot in the guest room turned office’s closet where you could be close enough to hear him talk, even if you were unable to understand most of what he was talking about, or who he was talking to.
One day you’ll meet him. One day he’ll know.
#AHHHHHHHHH#this is me irl guys im a spectre im a ghost im a ghoul#LOVE YOU AZZY#this is beautiful#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader
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charlie babygirl you so elusive and mysterious
why does the colours of his eyes change every video hello ???
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JRWI Riptide e43: City of Steam
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wo..aoah.... Hello....
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wo..aoah.... Hello....
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