#Charlie dompler x Reader

[oinkinpigprince]

OKAY. I love the way you depict Charlie sm. I WAS POSSIBLY WONDERING if you could do a Charlie x VeryObvioslyIntoHim! Reader HCs? (Also pref that the reader is Fem and Chubby cause yeah) Thanks pookie ✌️🥺🥶🔥💯

Of course!! I find your use of emojis disturbing, but I suppose I can look past it this once :33

Charlie x VERY into him!fem!reader

He’s so oblivious to ppl liking him it’s INFURIATING SOMETIMES. Every time someone flirts with him to goes, whoosh! Over his head. It might be a self esteem thing or a childhood thing or bro is just dense in the head

All of your friends know you like Charlie, all of Charlie’s friends know, all of his coworkers know, it’s literally everyone BUUT him

You try and drop subtle hints that just became more and more and more obvious as time went on. Til you were dropping absolute bombshells on Charlie, but nothing

“Charlie you’d make like, a REALLY good boyfriend ya know. You’re probably even MY DREAM man, ya know ANY girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. Ya know ID be honored to date you even!” “Aw thnxs man you’re like, literally so sweet.” One of these days you swear to fucking god

You gave him a bouquet of roses on Valentine’s Day and he just said “oh that’s so nice of you man but I got like major pollen allergies.” He forgot what day it was

It’s infuriating, like genuinely gut wrenching at some points. You don’t want to give up though, not yet at least. You start trying other methods instead of flirting

You buy him food, gifts, a whole new pair of gaming headphones he’s been talking about none stop. You get a fucking ‘dude, you’re literally the coolest girl I know’

Once you offered to clean his entire apartment, because he seemed stressed out. He was so thankful but you still got ‘dude’ zoned

You even tried cuddling with him, during a home movie. He held you in his arms and thought nothing of it. Just kept going on and on about ‘the in-depth character arc’ of some movie guy you didn’t care about

It wasn’t until you looked him in the eyes and literally said “I want to kiss so fucking bad right now.” That it finally clicked for Charlie that you MIIIGHT have a crush on him but all he could stutter out was “I-i think I have a bag of like, chocolate in my freezer.”

After that night you kinda gave up, thinking that maybe YOU weren’t getting his hints. I mean what guy wouldn’t understand that was an profession of love

Charlie actually told Pim about it at work the next day, and was like “do you think she likes me dude?” Glep and alan both stop what they were doing and just stare at him. Pim has his hands folded on the table trying to figure out if Charlie was fuckin w/ him too

“What?” “Charlie, she literally said she wanted to kiss.” “. . . Yeah and?” Bro needs to learn the alphabet before he can begin to spell it out man it’s bad. Once it clicks it fucking snapped into place and he rushed to give you a call

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

Charlie Dompler Headcanons

includes general, dating, and nsfw headcanons in that order (mdni)

General

He had an interesting childhood. His mom and dad weren't in the picture a lot, so most of the time he stayed with his batshit Uncle or his grandparents. His grandpa died when he was young, but the memories he does have with him are very fond ones.

Him and his Uncle are super close to each other. When he was a kid, he would go dirt biking, hunting, fishing... all sorts of stuff with him. If they weren't family, they would 100% be friends. Only recently though has his Uncle found his love of cars (and hitting pedestrians).

Charlie used to be a massive smoker/stoner all throughout high school. He quit recently, but he occasionally lights up a cigarette or a blunt just to calm down after a stressful day of work.

One of the things his grandma taught him was how to crochet, and while he isn't very good at it he can crochet the hell out of granny squares.

Holds a grudge against every peanut company because peanuts killed his grandma. Straight up glares at any bag of peanuts he sees in a store or in public.

Whenever he sleeps his arms and legs kick around like a dog. Wakes up with random bruises and in the weirdest positions because of it.

Originally joined up with Smiling Friends while he was trying to stop smoking all the time. In high school, he wanted to be a semi-truck driver, but he changed his plans when he went through a massive depressive episode. He decided from then on that he wanted to help others as much as possible to improve their life, using the tips and tricks he gathered to improve his own situation.

He originally met Pim seven years ago when he first started working at Smiling Friends. This is the longest friendship he's ever held, and he secretly wishes they met sooner.

Thunder thighs *chews him up like gum*

Total sleeper build. When he's standing normally and just chilling he looks like a blob of yellow fat, but when he flexes his bicep or his thigh you can really see the muscles.

Charlie is the kind of person that hates being in drama of any kind, but will gladly watch someone else's drama unfold in front of him from a distance. This man cannot mind his own business for the life of him.

Snores like a chainsaw.

He was raised religious, but now he's only catholic when it's convenient. When he's in a life or death scenario, he'll pray and ask for forgiveness, but we all saw where he went in the season one finale.

Dating Him

sorry zoey

Dating him feels like that moment when you wake up with your partner's arms around you. The air around you is cold but you feel comfy under the covers and you juusstt want to sleep for five more minutes... He's just a super chill guy to be around, and that only multiplies when you date him.

Charlie is a portable heater. Puts an arm around you when he sees you're cold. Use his hands as a glove PLEASE he will fall in love with you again.

Loves it when you wear his clothes. Bonus points if it smells like him.

He wants to cook for you! He can only cook mac and cheese but he's really good at it.

Dates at fast food joints, chilling at each other's places, watching movies on the couch, etc. Gifts things like jewelry, video games (if you like playing them), and clothes. Prefers to give things that are practical to your life.

Like stated previously, Charlie tends to kick and shift around the bed when he's sleeping alone, but when he's taking a nap with you he holds onto you like a monkey.

If you sit down on the couch, he lays his head on your shoulder. If you're sitting down on a chair, he leans by your side. Super affectionate but denies it at every chance. The most PDA you'll get out of him is hand holding, maybe a few smooches if he's feeling frisky.

Gets confrontational when he feels jealous. He sees a guy staring at you in public? Either hold him back or hold the camera because it's not ending pretty.

His apartment is literally so pathetic. His mattress is on the floor in the corner, the only table he has is reserved for his gaming laptop and a place for food, his microwave barely works. For the love of God please help him improve his living space.

Has you two together as his phone background, can't help but smile when he gets a text from you.

🚨 NSFW 🚨

Poor guy gets horny so easily. Accidentally brush your ass against him trying to get something? Already semi-chubbed. Start kissing him when you're cuddling and you're a little too firm with your kisses? Hard as a rock. Wear one of his dirty shirts and nothing else? You might as well just bend over.

That being said, he's super into fucking you while wearing clothes. He likes seeing you naked, but something about having sex while wearing clothes makes him feel dirty and he loves it.

Absolutely fucks while wearing his cross necklace. Sorry but it's hot.

Lowkey into semi-public stuff. Obviously wouldn't want to get either of you into trouble, but he wouldn't mind a quick blowjob in a bathroom stall or a car.

Uncircumcised.

One time he tried to shave his balls and it did not end well. Still cringes every time he looks at a razor because of it. Has an absolute bush but he'll trim it when it gets bad.

Prefers to have actual sex and receiving head. Doesn't mind giving you oral, but be patient if you have a dick. He has a bad gag reflex. Besides that he's up for almost anything.

Super sensitive nipples when aroused. It took you awhile to realize this (mostly because he's embarrassed about it), but now it's like your secret weapon. Gets him going when you kiss them.

Gets rougher when he's pissed, leaving bruises and hickeys on your body. Feels bad about it but internally loves it.

Less lenient on using protection, especially if you take birth control. He's had a vasectomy, so he doesn't really think about it much. He will use condoms if you get nervous about it though.

He is a proud ass and thigh man. Especially loves stretch marks, he thinks they make you look hotter.

[kirlias452]

May I have a Charlie x reader from smiling friends it can be a small one shot of him just having a huge crush on the reader (preferably female)

On it!

The moment Charlie laid his eyes on you was when he immediately felt like he just saw an angel. You were the business’ janitor and had been in the Smiling Friends company that cleaned up the place when the others were done for the day. You were busy mopping up the break room after the boss had trashed it.

This was the first time he’d seen you and he was immediately smitten. He went up to you, his palms and forehead dripping with sweat,

“U-uh— h-hey there, I uh— haven s-…seen you around here before!” He gulped, rubbing the back of his head.

You turned to face him, his eyebrows raised as his cheeks turned red as soon as you made eye contact with him.

“Oh I know you!” You smiled warmly to him, “You must be one of the smiling friends, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

He chuckled a bit nervously, once again rubbing the back of his head.

“Y-ye-yeah, I second that— uh… It’s Charlie, I am definitely flattered by your uh… kind words!” He shook your hand as you smiled at how welcoming he was.

You let got on his hand as you gave him a curious look, “So then Charlie… whatcha up to now?”

Charlie fiddled with his cap as he looked around the kitchen,

“Oh you know um—” he gulped, thinking about what he had in mind for the day. “Not much, maybe go to a restaurant— hang out with Pim for the rest of the day, it’s whatever.” He sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back on it.

“Huh… sounds good!” You said with light enthusiasm. Charlie felt his heart skip a beat, coughing a bit.

“Soooo— you uh… you wanna come with? It’s okay if you’re not sure; I ain’t fussed about i—“ You manage to cut him off.

“Absolutely, I will! Just as soon as I’m done here, though— the boss really did a number on the tiles here.”

You walk closer to Charlie, making him fluster a bit.

“I’ll meet you outside when I’m done, ‘Kay?” You tilted your head to the side.

Charlie stutters a bit before speaking, giving a thumbs up.

“S-s-sounds great dude! Hehe…! Maybe I can see if any restaurants are open while I wait.” He gets up from the chair as he makes his way to the buildings exit. As soon as Charlie made it out of the door, he leaned up against the side of the door and sighed as his face turned completely red.

‘H—holy shit,’ Charlie thought as he shook a bit in the cold evening air, ‘I think I’ve fallen hard!’

(This might be ooc sorry but yeah! Here u go!)

[spaghettitm]

Charlie Dompler x Lovey Dovey reader? Please 🙏 I want reader that loves hugs and holding hands and loves giving little gifts and cheering Charlie up when he needs it 🙏🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to respond, i love this idea so much.... for waiting you get to have a short little story instead of the bulletins I've been using

—— Charlie opens the door to the smiling friends break room, entering. His eyes were half-lidded, and eyebags to match. He found his usual chair, slumping down.

"Charlie, are you alright?"

You asked sympathetically, looking at the fatigued other. He looked over at you, rubbing his eye with his hand.

"Uhh.. Yeah, I'm alright. I didn't sleep well. I'm fine though."

Charlie answers, leaning on his hand. Charlie had struggled with pretty bad insomnia since the whole... dying thing. You scoot your chair closer to his and place your arm around him, rubbing his shoulder with your thumb. You tilt your head into him, kissing his cheek.

His cheeks were a shade of orange. He really enjoyed how cuddly you could be. He swallows, looking over at you... just getting a nice look.

You grin at him, kissing his nose. Then his cheek, then his lips.

It wasn't a very long kiss, more of a peck; though Charlie was still left flustered.

"Woah woah woah, in the middle of the office? ha-hh...ha I don't want to get fired for making out"

Charlie babbled, glancing away.

"Making out?! It was just a quick peck!"

You laugh, moving your hand on top of his. You remembered you had gotten Charlie something! You leave Charlie, reaching for your bag. You unzip it and pull out a yarn bracelet you had braided for him. You reach out for his yellow wrist to tie it on him.

"I made this last night, when I was thinking about you."

You explained, studying Charlie's face for any sign of disapproval. To your pleasant surprise, he has a smirk on his face.

"I don't know what's better, You making me a bracelet or the fact that you think about me"

(charlie dead grandma jumpscare im running out of charlie gifs)

[yandere--stuck]

Hrrgng... Something something Charlie being an aggressive and touchy-feely drunk with his Darling.

He's smashed. You're his designated driver and help him back home like the good friend you are. He slurs his words as he invites you to stay for a few minutes, becoming forceful if you try to deny it.

He finds his way to the kitchen. His hands fumble for the drawers and cabinets. The knife is in his hands so fast. He gestures you over with a wave, mumbling something about a trick he wanted to show you. Terrified, you try to make a break for it - but he's already lunged for you, grabbing your arm and nearly sending you both toppling over.

His breath is hot and heavy against your face. He's muttering your name, demanding you look at him. The cold metal of the knife against your throat makes you involuntarily shudder. A million thoughts run through your mind. This wasn't him, he was drunk, he needed to let you go, he needed to drop the knife- all of which you kept inside, frozen in terror at what he might do if you spoke.

When you dare to raise your eyes to him, you watch as a strange look passes over his eyes. Recognition? Realization? Was he coming to his senses-?

The critter suddenly crashes his lips against your own. His free hand wraps around the small of your back, pulling you even closer. You gasp into the kiss, feeling the knife nick into the skin of your neck.

After what feels like an eternity, Charlie pulls away, and you gasp desperately for air.

Charlie, suddenly in lighter spirits, gives you a dopey smile. Then, he moves his free hand from your back to tightly grip your arm.

His hand moves from your back to tightly grip one of your wrists. You freeze up once more. The knife in his hold is shaky, drifting from your chest to your abdomen, just light enough to not cut the fabric of your shirt.

Charlie chuckles nasally, leaning back in to nuzzle you with his snout. He presses a kiss to your cheek and sighs out a laugh.

"Knew you liked me back," Charlie murmurs, voice fond. "C'mon, babe, let's g'ta bed."

And at knifepoint, he corrals you into his bedroom.

[lovecoremarbs]

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fandom: smiling friends

prompt: charlie dompler/reader

words: 1,264

summary: Things were going well as you and your boyfriend unpacked the first few boxes, that was until he got to the bottom of the first box and stumbled across something you wished he wouldn't bring up. Your degree.

notes: Yes, this was totally inspired by the game "Unpacking" where you have to put the character's degree underneath the bed of their shitty ex to progress through the game. I tried a new writing style with this by trying not to break up paragraphs like I normally do, hope you like it!

Boxes were all strewn around Charlie’s apartment, you two were bringing in the last of them as you only had rented the moving truck for a few hours and your time was quickly running out. You and Charlie, after months and months of back-and-forth discussions, decided to bite the bullet and finally move in together. Your lease was almost up anyway, so the best decision was to move into his place by the end of the month. You both had moved the last of the boxes into the small space, crashing down on his couch as you both leaned against each other on the lumpy cushion, your chests heaving as shitty timing decided you moved in during the hottest point in summer. Your mind wandered as Charlie breathed heavily next to you, his eyes half-lidded while sweat poured down his face onto his white shirt, leaving a thick wet ring around his neck. Damn, he must really love you if he’s willing to do all this work to help move you into his place. Charlie was known for doing the bare minimum at work, home, basically anywhere so to see him go through this much effort for you made your chest fill up with butterflies, daring to make you nauseous. He really wanted you there with him and showed it to you, even if he didn’t mention it…

Your mind wandered further, thinking about the moving truck. You reached out for your phone on the coffee table, your screen reading 3;40 pm. Shit, you needed to have the moving truck back by 4, or else there would be an extra fee. SIghing, you were preparing to get up and moving only to have an out-of-breath Charlie pull you back down onto the couch with him.

“Not now.” He swallowed hard as he spoke,”Ugh- You need to rest.” You raised your brow, pointing to the window, “But the truck is-” “Those stuck-up assholes can wait, I don’t want you getting heatstroke.”  He was right, you were already sweating your ass off in your shirt and sweatpants, if you went out in the sun right now, you would pass out right in the middle of the road. But there was no point in sitting there and doing nothing, you wanted to get this done before bed tonight and the boxes won't unpack themselves. Getting up off the couch, you walked over to a leaning pile of small boxes and ripped the tape off of one of them with your bare fingers.

“H- Hold on.” Using the bottom hem of his shirt, he wiped the sweat off the top of his forehead with it. “Gimme a minute and I’ll help you with that.” He’d been getting better at doing things on his own accord and not having to be asked, you took note of that. You smiled at him and turned your attention back to the contents of the boxes, small trinkets and necessities filled this one, stuff you needed Charlie’s help to find a place for. Right on cue, he walked over and pulled out things one at a time. It was stuff that was all mixed about, as you didn’t really have time to organize shit. Well, you kinda did but procrastination can be a bitch, y’know? But it got a laugh out of Charlie, which in turn made you laugh. “Babe, what is a PEPPER GRINDER doing in a box with your bathroom shit? How in the hell did you do that?” Your boyfriend laughed his ass off as you tried to explain yourself, “I was in a hurry!” “My ass, what did you do? Bring the pepper grinder into the bathroom as you were making dinner?” It was like that for most of that box as you worked on emptying another, until he got to the bottom where he pulled back the newspaper to see a degree displayed in a very nice frame. 

“Oh shit, this is a master’s degree.” You were pulled from your thoughts as you looked over, seeing Charlie holding the frame, his eyes slightly wide as he looked back at you. “You didn’t tell me you went to college, let alone you graduated.” Snatching it away from him, you held the frame to your chest, “I didn’t think it was that important.” You started to sweat again, this time not from the sweltering heat. “Babe, that’s like- super impressive and important. Do you know how many people actually finish college and graduate?” Your face flushed as your chest tightened, he was making a big deal out of this when it really wasn’t. You didn’t feel like bringing it up so you didn’t! “I just figured you didn’t wanna hear about it, it’s no big deal.” You looked away from him, going back to emptying the boxes. Only problem? You couldn’t focus at all and kept picking up the same two things, staring at them as Charlie continued. 

“What do you mean I ‘wouldn’t wanna hear about it’? What would make you think that, honestly?” Shit. You really didn’t want to think about him ever again, but Charlie’s question really made you think. Think to the point you dug up old memories you hoped would be locked away in the void pit of your brain forever and ever. You took a breath, despite the large lump in your throat making it hard to do so, and faced him. “You remember that ex I had right before I met you?” Charlie’s expression softened as he sat down, “Yeah? What about him?” “Well, he had all these things hanging up on his wall that he proudly displayed-guitars, records, family pictures.” Your breath hitched as you continued. “Well, when I first moved in with him, he told me he… Had no room for my degree and I had to put it away. Said ‘It wasn’t that important anyways.’ So I did, haven’t hung it up since.” 

Charlie’s expression turned to one of frustration, his lip slightly quivered in anger. Balling up his fists, he spoke rather loudly, “With all due respect-nah scratch that, fuck that asshole. With NO due respect, that’s bullshit!” He took the frame out of your hands and stomped over to the junk drawer of your now-shared kitchen, pulling out nails and a hammer. “Charlie, what are you…?”  

His knuckles were turning white from how tight he was holding the hammer, lining up a nail to the kitchen wall as he hammered one in. “I’m showing you, this is something that needs to be proudly displayed!” He hung your degree on the wall, taking a step back to look at it with you. 

“Does it look crooked? I-I can’t really tell.” “No, it looks fine Charlie but why did you do all that? I mean, it’s just a damn piece of paper.” Charlie pointed at you as he continued, “See? That’s why I did it, right there. If you really believe that, I’m never taking that ‘damn piece of paper’ down.” That feeling in your chest came back, not the one where it felt like your heart broke into pieces but the one where it felt like your heart was in a chokehold, in a good way of course. Charlie wrapped an arm around you as you both stared at your master’s degree. Yeah, you should feel proud, all those years of studying and tests were damn worth it right that second. 

Your proud moment was short-lived however when Charlie looked at his phone and mumbled “Oh shit. We gotta get the truck back now, it’s thirty minutes overdue.” 

[asmallpinkfan3]

I BEG OF YOU I DESPERATELY NEED CHARLIE CONTENT

Charlie x Popular! Reader? Reader is semi famous and well liked usually the center of attention and Charlie's just surprised they picked HIM.

I love this trope so much. But Charlie might be a little Ooc.

Charlie x popular GN reader hcs.

Warnings: Charlie feeling like he’s not good enough for you.

Shocked that your with him.

Literally he met you when you had called in and needed help smiling. Turns out he made you really happy and you came to realize you liked him and all that jazz and he was just standing there like “me-really me?” He so so shocked as your asking him out. “Yes Charlie you”.

Whenever in a room when you’re partying or socializing with a lot of random people he will be in the corner cause he feels like he would lowkey ruin your image.

When you walk over to him and give him a quick kiss and with people looking he’s blushing as he quickly turns away orange tint on his cheeks.

Gets happy when you post him on any social media platform, no matter what it is.

Whenever people flirt with you he’s always scared your gonna choose them over him and if you ask if he was jealous he will deny it so hard. He doesn’t wanna seem like a square.

You took his hoodie once and it was so warm the little stains on it giving more character. When he saw you out in public with it on he felt a bit of pride knowing he’s got you his semi famous partner in his hoodie.

Is always helping you when ever you post pictures of yourself online. He’s a pretty good cameraman.

Wishes to have one normal date with you out in public where no one comes up to you and just asks for an autograph. He gets a little irritated when that happens. “Do people not get the hint of when someone is out eating don’t bother them? I don’t know how you do it babe.”

Im sorry it’s short I ran out of ideas. I hope you like it.

[y2k-athena]

CHARLIE IN A BUNNY COSTUME RAHHH

SLIGHT NSFW(?)

[thequeenofcupps]

CHARLIE DOMPLER X FEM!SHY AND CHUBBY READER

a/n: I’m just gonna fuckin write this on my phone 😭 also I had to re-watch smiling friends

Also an anon requested this so enjoy anon!

Warning!!: insecurity, shit bag parents, swearing from me

☆ﾟOk so it’s no surprise that Charlie’s also chubby, I mean have you seen his fine ass? (Sorry), but he tries to get you more confident and that doesn’t just mean you being chubby it also means helping you get over being shy he helps you with social skills

Like if someone fucks up ur order he lets you try out some of those skills ( you chicked out, he helped you 😭)

☆ﾟ He likes to give you compliments that focus on your personality and interests that are more meaningful than those about your appearance.

He also supports you in anyway shape or form.

☆ﾟ although you may be shy, you treasure quiet moments of connection where you can open up and share your thoughts, feeling safe and valued.

He also likes when you also take the time to understand him, also probably don’t bring up the fact he saw aliens and satan AND Jesus

☆ﾟyou guys have a slight communication issue but yall try and work on it.

But don’t worry you both send each other encouraging or notes saying stuff like “look hot today babe!” And other stupidly cute shit like that

☆ﾟhe likes to brag about you too Alan, glep and pim, also since he doesn’t shut up about you Mr. Boss also hears about you like all of them are TIREDDD of him yapping on and on and onnn about you

☆ﾟalso since he goes to the gym he likes to pick you up despite your protests

☆ﾟhe has THE BIGGEST BEEF WITH UR PARENTS, ok so back story you’ve been chubby even when u were a kid (but just slightly) so ur parents just brushed it off as baby fat, AND THOSE FUCK ASSES they fucking treated you like shit when you were a teen, like saying ignorant shit like “oh ur still fat? Maybe try losing weight sweetheart!” Or like “maybe you should start eating less baby!” LIKE HE FUCKING HATES THEYRE ASSES CUZ FUCK THEM UP THE ASS

☆ﾟ also you know that weird eye thing that he does when he’s scared, or shocked? He does that when you say something mean about yourself and then practically fucking screams in ur face about how you’re more than what stupid shit you just said abt ur self

A/n: I’m sorry if this was short I ran out of stuff to write 😭

[oinkinpigprince]

Charlie x sensitive reader? I cry over damn near everything 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

WAAAAAAAAH, I’m so sorry to hear 😔😔. I got my pre frontal lobe smoothied after the 8th grade so I don’t have to deal w/ those ‘emotions’ :33

Charlie x sensitive reader

He is, probably the least emotionally developed person. Charlie doesn’t cry, he’s been desensitized due to the internet, bros just emotionally constipated

At first he has ZERO idea what to do. You could be balling your eyes out right next to him and he just sits and nods. He’s just trying to assess the situation

Pats your back and goes “there there man, I feel ya” (HE DOES NOT HE IS A LIAR). He’s trying his best but it’s such in awkward moment

Sometimes it helps, during a sad movie you ball your eyes out and says “mood”. You’re so perplexed you stop crying: it’s magic lol

It’s honestly a skill, he’s just so awkward. Can’t help it, if anyone starts crying around him he’s instantly uncomfortable. Don’t worry he doesn’t care, he’s just so confused on what to do or say

He doesn’t really understand, helps you nonetheless. As you’re sobbing into his shirt he’s just like “it was just a video of a raccoon” while rubbing your back

Charlie lets you sob into his hoodie, he will not move an inch. If you’re crying and clinging to him, he’s staying put. Heaven nor hell could move that man

He’s very even tempered so if you need help w/ figuring out if it’s an actual logical decision or you’re just whining, he’s very blunt w/ it

Please don’t ask him for any opinions, bro doesn’t think twice about being honest. Of course he thinks you’re pretty and amazing but no he would not love you if you were a worm

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

Pim and charlie (seperate headcanons) x janitor gn reader who works at smiling friends is shy until you get to know them pretty pls? I love ur workk

yes ofc!! tysm i cant believe how much attention my stuff is getting recently, im glad people are liking it! hope you like this one too :3

Pim/Charlie x Janitor Reader

includes: general and dating hcs

Pim

He was really excited that he has a new co worker! He even made a little goody-bag full of snacks and cute cat stickers to give you on your first day. Pim really wants you to feel welcome at Smiling Friends.

He knows it's not his job to do this, but on slower days he tends to help you clean around the office, especially after rough misadventures (or bliblie infestations)

He doesn't mind you being shy around him, he's a patient little critter. Willing to listen to your problems with an open heart; only gives advice when you ask.

Do you like coffee? He'll make you some! Prefer energy drinks? He'll get you some from the store! After awhile, maybe a few months or so, he'll ask if you can get lunch with him sometime. Perchance hang out after work? At a cafe maybe?

Whoops he's in love with you.

If you two end up together, he obviously helps you with your job when needed. If you have any sort of pain that day, God forbid being sick, don't even think about getting out of bed that day. He's making you some chicken noodle soup (or some vegetable and pasta soup if you're vegan), he's turning on the TV, and he's making you some tea.

He gets super flustered every time he's reminded that you aren't shy near him, only with others. He sometimes forgets you trust him, and his heart skips several beats when he remembers. Maybe a little nauseous but it's a good nauseous.

He will gladly take you on missions with him if you ask! Doesn't realize until it's too late that most of his missions are either super deadly or super boring. Probably won't take you on adventures after that for your own safety.

Charlie

Charlie didn't even know that you were hired as a janitor until he saw you (about a week after you were hired) mopping up some spilled water around the office. He asked if you were a client, but he was quickly shot with confusion as you told him that you worked there.

You two shared some laughs, introduced yourself, and went on with your day.

After that, you wouldn't talk much with him, mostly small conversations about the weather or recent news. He was your coworker, yes, but felt more like background noise. Charlie thought that you were a little reclusive, but he didn't mind the quiet between you two.

He always makes sure to clean up after himself though, just out of courtesy. He's worked one of these kinds of jobs before, he knows they suck.

One night you stayed long after to help clean up the aftermath of a very hectic mission, the office being partially destroyed by a pissed off client. You clocked out and stepped out of what remained of the building, finding Charlie sat down on the sidewalk, lighting a cigarette.

You two talked for a little bit, maybe smoked with him if you're a smoker. Charlie talked about how a lot of the time, he regrets working here because of how much of a nightmare people can be. You couldn't blame him for that. He brought up how he especially feels bad for you, because you have to clean up his messes. Now that surprised you.

When midnight struck, he offered to drive you back to your house/apartment, and you accepted. After that, you both grew close to one another. Too close to be considered a friendship anymore.

Officially dating and closer than ever, he would hang out with you after work, mostly at either his or your place. Talk about drama in each others lives or online, eat junk food, play video games, watch movies, all until the break of dawn. Maybe a few beers get involved during the weekends.

Overall, he's just glad you have someone to confide in now, someone you can trust and be yourself around, not hide behind any walls. Every time he sees you he just wants to run up and hug you, and he does (unless you're in public, he just holds your hand).

[bambipod]

espresso - charlie dompler

info - third-person, song fic, coffee shop au, fantasizing, fem!reader

You wipe down the counter of the local hole-in-the-wall coffee shop that you are currently employed to. Mornings usually aren't slow like this... it's boring.

The little bell on top of the door rings, and a man with a brown hat and an orange hoodie walks in. His hands in his pockets, and his unimpressed gaze is focused upon the menu on the wall. You recognize him.

You stand by the register and put your hands out on the counter in-front of yourself to start your usual spiel of, "Welcome in, how can I help you?"

The customer's tired eyes shift from the menu, to you, to the menu again, as he was thinking of what to order.

"Ooh, yeah," he started, "I'd like uh... you got any espresso?"

"Yeah," you say, "we do. Will that be a small, medium or large?"

"Medium."

"Got it," you say, pressing some buttons on the cash register. "That'll be $4.25. Name for the order?"

"Charlie," he replies simply.

The transaction goes smoothly and Charlie sits alone at a table near a window, showcasing the outside's busy streets and sidewalks.

The coffee is brewed in a take-out cup while your co-worker takes the orders another customer that had slowly trickled in.

You feel anxious as you take a permanent marker and write 'Charlie' on the side of the cup. You then cap the marker and put it in the pocket of your apron.

You stand behind the pick-up counter and call out, "For Charlie."

Charlie's head perks up as he looks up to find the source of the sound- you.

He gets up and approaches the counter nonchalantly, then taking his cup from the counter in-between the two of you.

"Thanks," Charlie says, his index finger brushing against yours. The two of you share a look, and you feel your face getting hot.

"Have a nice day," you say as he walks away.

Charlie becomes a regular and you grow to appreciate his bluntness and monotone voice, his slight awkwardness. The ordering turned into small-talk.

When you're home, you can't help but think of how it would be to have him to yourself. He's mentioned his girlfriend Zoey a few times, but you can't help to think that he needs you instead.

You can see it now- spraying your favorite, most fragrant perfume upon your neck and wrists before meeting with him outside of work. When you finally see him at that restaurant or park you two would decide to meet at, he would look at you with eyes like a sparkling void, that had been thinking about you all day and night.

You two can share the same twisted humor and he would be wrapped around your finger. You wonder what it would be like to have his big, strong arms wrapped around you on a cold night.

[spaghettitm]

I WANNA GIVE YOU SOMETHING FUN! maybe Charlie and Pim both having a crush on the reader? And different routes if the reader chooses one of them or both? (This is kind of an excuse to get Charlie and Pim headcanons 😵)

AHHHHHHH YES OH MY GOD . Excuse the fact that it kind of seems like a shitty Wattpad story from 2020, my sincere apologies

Also pretty sure this is my longest one I've written... lucky you!

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• You got the job right after Halloween, you had hit it off with Mr. Boss and he offered you a spot at the smiling friends!

• your first day was smooth, everyone was nice. The job was simple, just make people smile! This would become a challenge the more jobs you did, but for now it was easy.

• You got along well with everyone, especially the other two people who went out with you on the job—Pim and Charlie

• They both had their pros and cons; Charlie was funny but could be rude and moody now and then. While Pim was super sweet and fun to be around, he was a bit overwelming at times.

• as the weeks passed you grew closer to the two. But.. they started treating you differently.

• it was painfully obvious that they both caught feelings for you

• Charlie would show up on time just to say good morning first, and Pim would bring you coffee every morning

• at first you thought that it was just them being nice

•after a while of you being blissfully unaware, Alan comes to you at closing hour and explains what's going on.

🪤 : “ I could be wrong, but I'm pre-tty sure that Pim and Charlie are having some sort of crush battle over you. ”

🫵 : “ Oh... that would explain alot... ”

• you weren't upset by any means. It boosted your ego!

• if you where being honest with yourself, you thought they where both pretty cute.

If you chose Pim

• you talk to him after work one day

🫵 : “ Hey, Pim. Are you busy at the moment?”

🩷 : “ Oh? Not at all, no! I'm just heading home! ”

🫵 : “ I was wondering if you wanted to ... Go on a date with me or something? ”

• Pim's face gets bright red, and he doesn't know how to respond. He stared with his big round eyes for a long while.

• he felt as if he was about to puke that's how excited he was. Oh wait. He did puke.

🫵 : “ Oh jeez Pim, are you alright? ”

🩷 : “ Yea!! I'm alright haha!! Um, I would love to go on a date with you!! ”

• he nervously goes to grab some paper towels from the counter

🫵 : “ Is tonight alright? Or is that too early? ”

• he looked as if he was going to pass out

🩷 : “ of course! Let's meet at um. Spaghetti Taco! I'll pay for the whole thing!! ”

🫵 : “ Great, see you there ”

If you chose Charlie

• on the way home from a task Mr. Boss set you and Charlie up for, you started the conversation

🫵 : “Hey, are you busy this Saturday?”

🪓 : “ uhhhh... I don't think so? ”

🫵 : “ oh okay, good. I was wondering if you wanted to go out and eat or something with me. ”

• he looked up from his phone

🪓 : “ Like a date? ”

🫵 : “ Sure, like a date. ”

• He gained a orange blush around his nose and cheeks

🪓 : “ I-I mean, ha. Sure. I'd be down. ”

• he stammered, looking back down at his phone. He was trying to avoid eye contact

🫵 : “ great, do you know any good places? ”

🪓 : “ it's not really fancy or anything but I know this awesome burger place, Salty's

[ronniescribbles]

Hurricane Relief

Charlie Dompler x Semi-Impure!Regressed!Reader

842 Words

AO3 link's right here!

Your hands tremble as you tap on Charlie's contact, in hopes he'll save you from the disaster in your head.

A/N: i am alive!!! a lot has been happening in my life and i really was not confident enough to post this when i first finished it... and i know i keep hopping/adding fandoms, my bad pffft. but there's a severe lack of charlie dompler/reader, at least in AO3, so i'm here to hopefully provide! i love to imagine charlie as a softer dude than the fandom makes him out to be, he's just a little blunt and more rational than most. but i still love this yellow blob <3

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Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzzz...

You choked back tears in an attempt to steady the quivering in your throat. You needed to stay calm, needed to get help, and crying would only make this worse.

Please, Charlie... Pick up...

A faint, persistent stinging struck the corners of your eyes as you stared at the vibrating phone in your hands. They ached from how many times you'd wiped at your eyelids, puffy from a night full of tears. You glanced at the time: 1:06 AM.

The buzzing finally stopped, replaced by a groggy voice on the other line. "Uh... What's up, man..?"

Guilt instantly flooded your entire nervous system. Charlie sounded exhausted, almost like he– Did you wake him up?

"I'm- I'm so sorry..." you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes.

This wasn't a good idea... Charlie didn't know what was happening... You'd woke him up in a panic – you were probably scaring him.. This was all a mistake.. a huge mistake.. His response fell on deaf ears as you began to sob again. Your bedroom felt as though it shook with you; the room spun like a hurricane going 90 miles an hour. You could've flooded the room out with the tears streaming down your cheeks. Now Charlie hated you, didn't he?

Oh god.. Charlie must've really hated you...

Your chest physically panged at the idea that he despised you and your meltdowns... Or that you were a burden forced upon him... that you bothered him so much that he would leave you... Was he going to leave y–

An artificial light filled the room. Color pierced your vision, and your hands instinctively lifted to rub the pain away. After a series of harsh blinking and sniffles, you noticed the yellow critter standing in your doorway, his hand resting on the light switch.

"Hey, uh.. What's going on, dude?" Charlie swatted away the sleep in his eyes with two firm blinks. "I mean, like.. obviously you're not okay, which is totally fine, I've been there, but, uh..." You hastily grasped for the words to properly explain the disaster in your head.

"..I hate this," you squeaked in that up-an-octave, softer tone that Charlie almost instantly recognized as your regressed voice.

He kneeled down beside you and his hand cupped against the top of your head. "I know, kiddo, this looks real rough. But you're gonna get through it, y'know?" He drew a calming breath, in and out, like the tide in a tug-a-war with the shoreline. "I'm here now."

Another sob ripped from your throat. Boiling tears gushed down your face, and you worried they'd burn holes into his stained t-shirt. His arms wrapped around you, firm and unwavering. The fact that he was here to stay should've calmed you...

Too bad it only pushed every feeling you'd bottled up to spill over in tenfold.

Charlie didn't budge, though. He was your solid rock amidst the crashing waves of turmoil, unwavering through the storm. No matter how high the tide got, he wasn't going anywhere. Even though he couldn't fix this for you, he kept you dry and sheltered you on the bay.

Once he felt your breathing even out – you could've sworn it'd taken an hour – he whispered in your ear. "Feeling better, buddy?"

A sigh of relief rose from your chest. "..Betters."

That was at least partially true, anyway. You'd probably cried out the last of your tears physically possible tonight. Now, by some miracle, you were calm, and you yearned to explain yourself, to give any excuse you had for waking him up this late. Unfortunate for that voice in your head, though, you found yourself lacking the energy to dive into whatever had tipped you off so hard. Instead, you opted for squeezing him tighter in this impromptu floor-cuddle you two were wrapped up in. Now that you'd become a bit more grounded in reality, you realized that Charlie didn't seem to mind being here as much as you thought. His hand rubbed your back in small, left-to-right swipes, and you felt his chest rising. In and out. In.. and out. He did drive here in the middle of the night, to comfort someone literally crying out in distress... It takes a certain kind of compassion to sacrifice your sleep on a whim like that.

The silence lingered for a bit longer, and then he spoke again. "You need anything, kid? Some water, maybe a snack?"

"..Juice."

"Alright, bud, I can get you some juice," He softly wiggled out of your embrace and stood up. "Wanna come with me?" he added when noticed your worried eyes.

"Mhm," you nodded and followed him down the hall.

You tucked into Charlie's side as the two of you made your way to the kitchen. He'd be screwed if he ever let anything happen to such a precious little one like you. If he had to drive over every night to keep you safe and comfortable, he promised himself that he'd do it.

Any weather, any time – he'd be there to rescue you.

[lovecoremarbs]

Shootin' Pool

fandom: smiling friends

prompt: charlie dompler/reader

words: 1,456

summary: You and your boyfriend's date started plain enough, just a few drinks at the local bar along with some stories and laughs. However, when his eyes landed on the worn-down pool table, he was eager to play. One problem? You don't know how to play pool, like, at all.

notes: Can you tell I've only played pool a few select times? Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! This was inspired by shooting pool with my family for Father's Day and I got the thought of Charlie holding you while teaching you to play pool and it was too cute to not write (even with my mediocre writing skills lol).

It started off with just a few drinks, a simple and easy date at a small local bar to say the least. 

However, just a few drinks left Charlie a little tipsy, a bit braver and rambunctious than before. 

“Man, I’m telling you, this shit was so funny I thought I was gonna pass out.” Your boyfriend was rambling about something that he saw on TV as you tried your best to listen.

It wasn’t because you weren't interested in what he had to say, it was more of the fact that in your drunken haze, it was hard to pay attention for long periods of time. 

His words started to mix together as you fell further deep into this hole, nodding your head and muttering the occasional ‘Mhm!’ or “Yep!’ so you put on the sort of facade that you were fully aware of what he was saying.

It went on like this for a couple of minutes before you were snapped out of your cycle by him slightly raising his voice while looking behind you, 

“Oh shit, they have a pool table?! Oh man, I haven’t played that since high school.”

You looked past your shoulder, a dimly lit corner sat a years-old pool table that a few patrons stood around but no one was actively playing it. 

“We should totally play babe.” Before you even had a chance to respond, your boyfriend was already on his way to the front table to rent the table. 

You could feel your stomach drop, you had never played pool before, and the feeling of embarrassing your drunk self in front of him was too much to bear.

You were going to have to brush them off because he was already on his way back with two cues and pool chalk. 

“Alright, I got the table for about two hours, that should give us plenty of time to play.” Stuffing his wallet into his sweatpants pocket, he handed you your cue.

He noticed your body was trembling slightly as he did so, making him slightly laugh to himself, “Oh shit, you don’t remember how to play huh?”

You took a deep breath. “Not just that, I’ve never played pool before…” Your voice trailed off, rubbing the stick between your fingers as you looked to the dirty carpet of the bar to avoid his gaze.

“Really? Never? You never had you and your friends scrape together enough cash to do some pool at a bowling alley or anything like that?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head and shrugged, “I grew up in a small town, all we had were small parks to smoke weed at or some shit.” 

A chuckle escaped his lips, “Got it, pool is simple enough to learn though. It’s all about the angles.”

Charlie walked along the table, setting up the pool balls into the rack in their starting positions before returning to your side. 

Clapping his hands together, he held up his cue, “Alright, so I’m just gonna do simple rules since you’re a first-timer.” 

“Like I said it’s pretty simple, see how the balls either have stripes or are solid colors? That decides the teams so I’ll be stripes and you be solids, ok?” 

You nodded, still fidgeting with your pool cue as he continued.

“And what you’re gonna do here is try to hit the white ball with your cue so your team balls can land into the nearest pocket,” He stopped midway through his sentence as he lined up his cue to the white balls and hit it, sending all the pool balls into different locations on the table. 

“Pockets are these things, by the way.” He pointed to the holes at each end of the table, which you gave a nod in return.

“What you’re NOT going to do is hit the 8 ball into a pocket until the end of the game when there are no other balls left,” He pointed to the ball and you recognized it immediately as it could easily be mistaken for an old child’s toy. 

“There’s a lot more rules but we’re just gonna play like this for now, alright?” 

A small smile appeared on your lips as you nodded, “Have you played this a lot hon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah plenty of times. My uncle actually taught me how to play when I was a kid.” Charlie continued to hit one of the balls to try to land another into the pockets, succeeding in his goal as a ball zipped into the nearby hole. 

“Awesome, ok babe now you try.” Resting a hand on your shoulder, he gave you a small smile. 

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, yeah, you could do this! Hell yeah, let’s do it!

You lined up the end of the cue to the white cue ball, having trouble with how you were holding the cue. Shit, it was hard. Charlie made it look so easy and yet here you were, already making mistakes as you dropped the cue from how hard you were holding it. 

Suddenly, you felt a body press against the back of your own, making your cheeks heat up as you knew exactly who it was. 

Charlie had picked up the cue from the ground and had it now in between his fingers as he guided it towards your own, putting his hands over yours as you held the cue.

“Here, you gotta hold it like this.” Charlie’s voice was soft as he placed the pool cue between your fingers, resting it between your index and middle fingers. 

“Alright perfect, uh- yeah, and your other hand goes here.” He guided your other hand to the end of the pool stick, your hand wrapping tightly around it in instinct.

You tried to focus, you really did but the feeling of your boyfriend pressed against you while you two were slightly shitfaced was too much for you at that moment. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as he continued his non-intentional suffering.

“And you’re gonna pull back your arm like this,” He placed his hand on your elbow that was sticking outwards, slightly pulling it back.

“Alright, that- that should be good man.” He stood back, which made you release your breath, and admired his work, giving you a thumbs-up to let you know it was ok to shoot.

Taking a deep breath, you hit the cue ball that was lined up to a solid ball and successfully hit it into the pocket.

“Alright, yeah! That was great, you did great babe.” He walked up behind you, slightly stumbling over his own feet as he mumbled curse words to invisible hurdles on the ground. 

“Thanks!” You used the chalk to rub the end of your cue, blowing it like it was the end of a revolver after shooting a bullet. 

That earned a chuckle from the critter, “Calm down babe, you’re still a beginner.”

“Oh yeah? I bet I can beat you this round.” With an eyebrow raised, you challenged him as you raised your pool cue to his chest.

“What are you willing to bet? I’m all ears dude.” Crossing his arms, he raised his own brow as he leaned against the pool table.

“How about buying the next round of drinks?”

His smile grew as he let out another chuckle, “Fuck yeah, let's do it.”  

The two hours quickly passed, and multiple rounds of pool and drinks had been consumed between the two of you as you both laughed loudly over your now-drunken pool skills. 

The time for the pool table was over so you and Charlie were walking to the bus stop, bumping into each other as you tried to keep each other from not falling down. 

“Wait wait wait, I won babe! You- You lost, I swear to God!” His arm was wrapped around you as he struggled to keep you up.

You chuckled as you held onto him, your cheeks flushed when you spoke, “Nooo, I won! You messed up at the end remember, it was three to two!”

“Yeah, three for me and two for you!” You two eventually made it to the bus stop bench, laying your head on his shoulder which eventually slid down to his chest.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, giggling to yourself when you thought about the events that just unfolded. 

You felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer, “Tired?”

You hummed in response, earning a small laugh from him.

“Yeah, same. I’ll wake you up when the bus gets here, ok?” 

“Mmm, ok.” You responded, letting slumber take over your body as you listened to Charlie’s heartbeat to lull you to sleep.