#cc!charlie x reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: pop star—coco & clair clair

masterlist!

• You had noticed him hanging around your shop for a while now

• Charlie was the kind of person that was hard to miss. He had a crooked kind of smile that screamed goofy and infectious laughter

• Maybe that's why you didn't mind him hanging around your shop. He wasn't hurting anyone—and sometimes he would even make small talk with you while browsing over flowers

• It was clear he had no idea what he was looking for. Just calling out random flower names while comically stroking an imaginary beard

• "Ah yes." He had said in a posh accent once, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth while he did so. "I will have a bushel of fire foot and lousewart."

• He beamed at you when you laughed, seemingly happy with himself

• You didn't know what to make of him at first—a stranger that seemingly hangs around your little shop for no reason and pretends to know what he's doing. It was bizzare

• But over the next few weeks that inevitably stretched into months, you found yourself looking forward to his visits; in which he would throw open your shop door with a whoop, just as excited to see you. At this point, he was an honorary employee. And dare I say, the closest friend of yours you'd had in a long time

• Well, the friend part ended the day Charlie presented you with a sloppily made bouquet

• It was horrible. A mess inside and out, to say the least. Flowers were too spread out, the colors clashed, and some of them were bent at the stems

• None of that mattered when looking at Charlie's nervous smile though. It would have taken a blind man to miss the anticipation in his gaze

• It took you less than a secon to accept the flowers with a broad grin, pulling him in for a fierce hug

• "Charlie, this is absolute ass." You laughed and shaked the bunch of flowers he had given you, looking at him fondly. "I absolutely fucking love it."

• "Yeah sorry about that. I didn't know where to get flowers from besides here and I wanted it to be a surprise." The brunette scratched the back of his neck with a smile. "So some of these might be stolen from my neighbors yard. But you didn't hear that from me."

• "Goofball."

[lbcreations-blog]

Charlie with a child reader that died like the Crying Child

(The crying child is from fnaf for people who are unaware)

Masterlist

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When you walked through the hotel doors, Charlie was shocked to see a child that is about 8 years old. Especially since all kids under 13 go to heaven, so what did you do?

Charlie decided not to ask. Instead, she asked you where your parents were. But being shy, you said nothing. All you asked was if you could stay at the hotel.

So she let's you stay, giving you a room near hers and vaggies since you are just a child. She did try to make you do activities, but most of the time, you just watched quietly or played with a gold looking teddy bear, which she soon learned was named Fred bear.

When you met Alastor, you had tears coming out of your eyes when you saw him. Of course, when you started crying, you ran to your room, not wanting to see something so scary.

Charlie came to comfort you, and in that moment, you opened up and told her about how your father made you experience the hucilation form of the nightmares, and that Alastor reminded you of them, so you got scared.

Charlie ended up comforting you by telling you that you are safe with them. But then you told her that you still have the nightmares. In which she said that she could stay in your room to make sure that nothing hurts you.

After getting to know Charlie more over a few months, you finally opened up to her and told her how you died. In which she was pretty shocked to hear that your brother killed you.

So she ended up comforting you by telling you she won't let your brother near you when he enters hell and that she will protect you.

When you finally told Charlie why you're in hell at age 8, she was disturbed to hear what you did to those innocent security guards. But she forgave you for your past actions, and she told you that she is going to help you.

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That's it

[justgowithitplease]

Hiya! when you get the chance, can you do a charlie slimecicle x reader (they/them) smut were its really domestic and he fucks the reader in the kitchen

Warnings: AFAB body, AFAB reproductive system, Curse words, Graphic

You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Charlie was in his streaming room, reorganizing the layout of his desk and everything. Or so you thought. Arms wrap around you, resting on your hips. A chin lands on your shoulder.

"Hehehe, hi love" Charlie says, holding you from behind.

"Hi charlie" You respond with a smile, stirring the sauce for that night's dinner

He hugs you tighter, snuggling closer. His hips press against your ass, and you can feel his boner rising. After a moment he speaks up.

"Can dinner wait a second love?" He asks softly, pressing into you more

"Just a second or a couple of minutes?" You ask, turning the heat on the stove down

"minutes." He says, his hands starting to rub up and down your sides

You turn the stove off completely and move the food off of the hot part of the stove.

"thank you" he says, kissing the space between your shoulder and neck

He slowly shifts you two over to the counter. He keeps kissing your neck and moving his hands on your body. One of his hands rests on your ass. His fingers curl under your waist band and slowly tug down your lower layers.

"This okay?" He asks softly, kissing the back of your neck

"yes, Charlie" you laugh softly "I wouldn't be let it get this far if I wasn't"

"Okay, okay" he laughs

He undoes his belt and pushes down his sweatpants and boxers. He holds your hips in one hand and lines his cock up with your core in the other. He pushes in slowly, moving his hand back up to your hips.

"Ah..." You softly moan, feeling him inside you

He softly whimpers against you as he softly pushes you down. Your chest presses against the counter. He pushes in all the way before pulling out half way. It continues in a soft, slow pace. In, out, in, and out.

"Fuck..." Charlie says quietly

His hands slide down from your hips to the side of your ass

"I love you" He breaths out, leaning his head back in pleasure as his eyes close

"I love you" you say back, a soft smile playing on your lips

Charlie's hips softly hit against you in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The hot ball that's been forming in your stomach grows more, causing your cunt to tighten around him.

"Mmh" Charlie whines as he feels his high approach fast

He picks up the pace slightly, his hips hitting against you harder as his cock hits your G-spot.

"Ah, uh, uh..." you moan on beat with his hips

Slowly, both of you reach your climaxes. Your come flows out of you as his flows in you. They mix in a lovely pool of love and pleasure.

"Aughnnnn~" Charlie whines as his thrusts become a slow and heavy pace

Your moans fill the house as both of you make it through your highs. At the end of it, charlie grabs a clean kitchen towel and holds it under where your bodies are connected. He pulls out, letting your mixed come fall onto the towel.

Once it's done pouring from your sopping cunt, he wipes off his cock and throws the towel in the wash. He pulls his boxers and sweatpants up before he grabs another towel and wipes you off gently.

"Here you go love" He says

"Thank you" You respond softly, pulling your lower layers up once he finishes wiping you off

He throws that towel in the wash as well then walks over to hug you. His arms wrap around your waist, this time from the front.

"I love you, my beautiful lover" He says as he rests his head on your shoulder "all my friends were asking about you on stream tonight. They said you were so nice when they met you and they asked how I met you."

"Oh?" You respond with a slight giggle, hugging him back

"Mhm. I said that one day I was looking for an editor, and then I saw your profile, thought 'wow they're the hottest person I've ever seen', and bingo bango I ended up with them." He grins, snuggling closer

"heh, I love you." You giggle

"I love you too, M'theydy." He says as he plants a soft kiss on your lips

[theimpalatales]

T Takes Brooklyn || Charlie Cox filmography

[medlarmeadows]

Life’s too short not to rizz up the beautiful stranger in the club

Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie rizzes you up in a club (respectfully).

Warning(s): drinking alcoholic beverages, clubbing (no grinding! Leave space for Jesus, kids), swearing.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Just a little fic inspired by Charlie’s new clubbing arc (he posted going to the club once). Also, I’ve only ever been to the club once and have never interacted with anybody outside my group of friends there so if this is super inaccurate, I am sorry.

masterlist here!

The bass boosted music shook the room as Charlie danced amongst his friends. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other; drinks were passed around. The club seemed to be mostly filled with jovial college students who had just finished their final exams for the semester, giving rise to an even more chaotic atmosphere than normal.

The swivelling and ever-changing coloured lights barely lit the club up, and yet he saw you so clearly. He swore you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He struggled to tear his gaze from you so as to not stare for too long, especially when he almost locked eyes with you.

But goddamn, you were gorgeous.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw you leave the dance floor and head towards the bar, presumably to get a drink. All it took was a few encouraging words (and well-meaning teases) for him to muster up the courage to approach you.

“Hey.”

You turned your gaze towards Charlie, and his breath caught in his lungs.

“Hey,” you replied.

Charlie felt heat rise up to his cheeks, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the heat of the club.

“I, uhm,” damnit Charlie you can do this “You’re really beautiful, and I was wondering if I could buy you a drink if that’s okay? I’m Charlie, by the way.”

Your lips parted, almost as if you were surprised, before it turned into a coy smile.

“I’m Y/N, and you’re really beautiful too.”

Error 404 not found in Charlie’s brain.

Charlie stuttered for a moment, messing with his already messed up hair to take a moment to recalibrate. In that moment, he summoned every past experience he had flirting with his friends during DnD sessions.

“So,” he tilted his head at you. “What drink would the pretty lady like?”

Pink spread across your cheeks, and he would have mistaken it as a trick of the light if you hadn’t stuttered out:

“Whiskey, uhm, whiskey coke would be great.”

Charlie shot you a smirk before turning to the bartender to place your orders. The two of you stood in relative silence, bar the club music, as the drinks were prepared. Once the drinks were served, you immediately took a sip.

“God, I needed some of that liquid courage,” you admitted, cheeks still pink.

“So do I,” Charlie said, taking a sip of his. “God, do you know how much courage it took for me to approach someone as beautiful as you.”

“What?”

Your cheeks seemed to get even redder, and you took a larger sip from your drink.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, you don’t believe me? Look at you, at your outfit – ”

“I believe you about that, I know I’m gorgeous,” you joked, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “I meant about the courage part.”

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell based on how I was tripping over my words trying to offer you a drink.”

For some reason, that cracked you up, causing you to throw your head back as your laughed. In that moment, you didn’t seem to care how you looked in front of Charlie, and in that moment, he thought you were the most beautiful human alive.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “I think – I think it’s hard for me to see that you’re nervous when I was internally battling my own nerves.”

At that, Charlie’s jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“No,” he exaggerated.

You snorted.

“Do you know how long I had been working up the courage to come talk to you? I literally left the dance floor to get a drink in order to hype myself up to approach you. You just beat me to the punch.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, have you seen yourself?” Your eyes unashamedly checked him out as you gestured at his clothes. “You’re gorgeous. If I wasn’t so down bad for you, I would be jealous of your fit.”

Charlie hid his burning cheeks behind another sip of his drink.

“Now, what gentleman would I be if I let the lovely lady dish out all the compliments? We could trade all night long, or – ” He extended a hand towards you. “You could join me on the dance floor.”

You took a second to consider him, before you knocked back the remainder of your drink.

“I just met you, but fuck it, let’s go.”

You put your hand in his. A spark of mischief lit up Charlie’s eyes as he intertwined your fingers together, chuckling when your expression turned flustered.

“But none of that grinding shit, alright?” you said. “We’re technically still strangers.”

“Of course, my lady,” Charlie said, a spark in his eyes. “We’ll be super classy and refined.”

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The two of you ended up on the dance floor busting your asses like no one else. Classy was the random macarena dance break, and refined was the failed ballroom dip Charlie attempted that almost caused you to fall onto the dirty club floor.

When you had been with your friends (who had teased your obvious immediate crush on Charlie), psyching yourself to talk to him, you didn’t think you would end up laughing your way through the night.

Of course, that didn’t stop the butterflies. The initial adrenaline from the alcohol faded eventually, and every brief contact with Charlie sent butterflies to your stomach.

You don’t know how he didn’t sense your obvious fluster when you so acutely felt your cheeks aflame. You don’t know how he didn’t realise how infatuated you were with him when he briefly held you close to his chest and you swore your heart was thumping louder than the music.

You spent the rest of the night dancing with Charlie, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling and laughing. At some point, your friends came over to bid you goodbye, insisting that you text them when you reached home and threatening Charlie with his life if they didn’t hear back from you. Subsequently, Charlie’s friends also left, and before you knew it, the club was closing.

“That was so much fun,” Charlie said, his breathing slightly laboured from the strenuous Rasputin routine he had done.

You were also panting, but from being doubled over laughing at him.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wiping away a tear that had escaped your eye, no doubt smudging your eyeliner. “I can’t believe the night is over, I really enjoyed dancing with you.”

You catch a glimpse of something in Charlie’s eye, before one of his hands barely cupped your jaw.

“May I?” he asked, the other hand reaching towards your eye, no doubt to correct your eyeliner.

Your breath caught in your lungs, brain stuttering at the closeness and intimacy of the gesture.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

His thumb brushed under your eye gently, smoothing over your skin and hopefully wiping away any smudge you had caused. You felt your cheeks warm with nervousness you hadn’t felt since Charlie approached you at the bar, and you bit your lip to try to hide it.

Charlie’s eyes darted to your lips, lingering for a second before he backed away quickly.

“Sorry,” he apologised, and you immediately missed the sensation of his hands on your face. “I hope I wasn’t crossing any boundaries – ”

“You weren’t,” you reply too fast, almost choking over your words.

Clearing your throat, you tried again, but Charlie beat you to it:

“I really enjoyed tonight with you.” He messed with his hair for the hundredth time. “And I was hoping if I could see you again?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, mind travelling a million miles an hour as you considered the fact that Charlie – handsome, beautiful, funny, Charlie – wanted to see you again after tonight. And all your mouth could produce was:

“Sure.”

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

“Could I have your number?” he asked, fumbling with his pockets for his phone.

“Yea – yeah, sure,” you repeated yourself, cringing inwardly.

He passed you his phone, and you shakily type in your number. After passing it back to him, Charlie typed a few things. Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

unknown, 5.38am: it’s me, Charlie :)

Grinning, you sent back a reply:

y/n, 5.39am: hey there, stranger

Charlie snorted, before pocketing his phone.

“I’m not kidding, by the way,” his gaze turned sincere, one hand reaching to hold yours when you let him. “Tonight was so much fun, and I really like you. I mean that beyond your amazing beauty – and you are so, so gorgeous – ” You flushed again. “ – and your questionable ability to do a floss – ” You smacked his shoulder with your free hand. “ – you’re an amazing person, and I would love to get to know you for real.”

You took a moment to collect yourself, barely holding yourself together as you gazed into Charlie’s soft, sincere eyes.

“I would love to get to know you for real, too,” you replied. Calling back to an earlier action of his, you took initiative to intertwine your hands together.

In a sudden rush of boldness, you stood on your toes and delivered a quick peck to Charlie’s cheek. When you withdrew, you were pleased to see you had managed to fluster the man as much as you were currently feeling.

“Okay, okay,” he stuttered, before taking in a deep breath to compose himself as you giggled. “I, uhm, I guess I’ll see you another time?”

“Of course, just drop me a text, stranger."

When you finally made it back to your flat, the sun was just barely starting to rise. You let your friends know you were back home safely before dropping Charlie a text:

y/n, 6.35am: heyy, I made it back alive :)

charlie, 6.36am: so did I! have a good rest :)

y/n, 6.36am: you too :D

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charlie, 3.15pm: are you free Saturday for coffee? my treat

y/n, 3.16pm: only if you let me buy you ice cream after

Charlie, 3.17pm: sounds like a plan, stranger ;)

[ax-y10]

alright back with another request lolz i should just become an anon 🙄

you can do anyone you want but can you make it so where the reader basically tells them what an amazing person they are to the cc! breaking up with them in the same day?

bonus points if you have them say it at the same time

“you’re such an amazing person!” you say, while at the same time, (person) says,

“I’m breaking up with you, y/n.”

i’m claiming 🙄 anon

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

In which- He has always loved Y/n, but now, he just can't.

A/n: Ofc you can be 🙄 anon. I Just got home and had to write this as fast as possible, it was such a good idea. I made it more of a blurb just because, Like I've stated before, I'm not good writing angst but I tried to cover everything in this. I didn't know who to write so I just stated "he".

Chapter info: No specific cc!, Sad, mention of loneliness, mention of Y/n. Thats all I can think of at the moment.

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

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That morning, you'd told him how amazing he was and how you are so grateful he was in your life-

"You are an amazing person to me and I am so grateful to have met you"

And just after dinner, sitting down to watch a movie and cuddle up close to each other, you thought it was off that he wouldn't sit down

"Darling, what's wrong? Why aren't you sitting down?"

"I don't know how much longer I can pretend to love you. I need some space to gather my feelings. But for now, I'm breaking up with you."

And that was maybe the loneliest night you had ever spent in that bed.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Of course it's the possibility of writing Hazbin Hotel fics that pulls me out of my depressive rut 💀

It's my biggest fandom ATM so you want a commission you should DEFINITELY PICK ME 😩 I'll write almost anything.

[lacedqll]

Hello, I was wondering if you'd be able to write a Sorry boys trampoline park Ranboo x Reader, only if you’ve watched sorry boys/the new video, and/or would write this this Ofc, if not then that’s totally okay I understand, just disregard this request if not :) 🌌🌌

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「🐬 𝐓𝐖 ;;  」 ˚ ༘♡

🐋 ⁺ -ˋˏ 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲. ꗃ 𓏸

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  ❛ we bounced to the death - sorry boys ! - ❜

    ❛ - 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 (𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦) . . 𝑐𝑐!𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠!𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ❜

୧ ‧₊ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓.

TODAY WAS a stupidly fun day for the squad even with everything going on recently. i had taken the spot of one of the members, joining in on being in the sorry boys video happily. i ended up being an angsty teen worker with Ranboo who worked at the trampoline park, and the others were... inflatable balls i guess? chounce, or charlie, probably was my favorite. he was really silly and had good joke lore. anyways.

staring down at them as they talked to the camera for the 'documentary', being seen in the background with Ranboo, my brow raised, i listened in on how mentally ill they had seemed to be with how they spoke. glancing over, noticing one of the people of the camera crew come over, asking us a question, to which Ranboo had answered in a bored tone. "Uhh,, so what is this for again?" they asked, rubbing the inner bit of his eye before letting his arm drop back down. the person spoke, leading Ranboo continue talking, "Documentary?" the person nodded. "K-- yeah, so, they've been coming here for about,, i dont even know how long," he sighed, looking back over at the squad for a moment before looking back at the camera, "I've only started working on this shift a few weeks ago..." as they stopped talking, i just took over with it. "They come in, they hire out this place and they um, they just kinda bounce for a bit, fight a lot... we're just getting paid and it's less kids to work with," i shrugged, "So it's a win in my book honestly." after that rather long and boring conversation with the camera and the two of us, the 'documentary people' panned back towards the others.

now off the second floor, sighing deeply with my hands dug into my pockets next to Ranboo seeming just as tired as me, we sat down on one of the uplifted areas of the trampoline park, sitting with my legs crossed boredly, watching them converse, feeling my sanity deplete the more i listened in on there conversations.. but as long as im leaving with a paycheck, i dont care i suppose. "This has gotta be a disease, right?" Ranboo joked, turning their head towards me, eyes slightly crinkled meaning he was smiling just barely, before turning back to look over the squad as if they were little kids. i chuckled lightly, "Have no idea."

as one the younger ones, chounce, went into the inflatable ball fully, arms, head, and legs tucked into the ball, he spoke, "Dude- dont come in- im jacking my hog-" "You're-You're what man? What're you doing in there?" Ranboo asked, trying to keep their eyes non-crinkled to stay in character; to not smile. "Dude? What? How many times do i need to tell you, dude? Im yanking on my freaking porker, dude! Dont come near me-" Chounce had responded, making me have to stiffle my laughter, only letting a slight snort out. "Dude, come on! You cant," he blew their whistle as he stood up, resulting in me standing up aswell, "You cant do that here."

as they walked over, stuffing his phone in his pocket, he spoke, "No, dude, come on-" "Dude, stop-" i eventually walked over aswell, hiding my smile from the camera and staying in the angsty teen character i was put in, putting my hand on the red little knob thing and pulling it slightly backwards, making him topple over rather gracefully and slowly. "You cant-" Ranboo was cut off as they stopped the cameras, going to the next shot of Chounce talking to the camera, giggles just barely heard in the background from me and Ranboo at how dumb this was already turning out. eventually, we heard him coming back, and probably not on purpose, he fell on the floor, and immediately cried outloud.

later on, watching them literally sink into the foam square things, the cameras came to us, initiating for Ranboo to speak. "You know, um," they started, "Im usually supposed to help out with things like this, but um, at this point I just kinda of want to see where it goes." Ranboo shrugged, taking a long pause, "Its getting interesting now." his head had turned back when saying this, speaking to the camera person behind them before looking forwarda again. the camera returned onto the other idiots rather quickly. "Do you think they are, like, okay?" i asked playfully. Ranboo looked at me and presumably smiled, "No idea." he laughed.

"Oh good, the camera persons in there, too," Ranboo said, referring to how they were seen in the foam square pit, "Um, do you guys need any help in there, or-" they cut back quickly to another shot of the idiots playing around, entertainment happening again as i watched them from off the side slightly with Ranboo, smiling at the dumb humor they had for right now, but eventually getting into the shot and letting the smile leave, going back to look angsty as every other time.

listening in on the lore happening between Chounce and Tungo before the scenery changed, the camera directed to Ranboo and Chounce at the balance beam with me just off to the side slightly, leaned against one of the uncomfortable walls but needing to look like an 'average teen who shops at hot topic and sneaks out to see friends' for the video. Chounces head turned to Ranboo, "Dude, what?" "I gotta be-" Ranboo was quickly cut off, "You know im supposed to use a balance beam unsupervised, dude!" he had exhasperated, walking away from the beam just a wee bit. "No- yeah, but dude, I literally gotta be here for safety reasons." Ranboo insisted, Chounce just starting to begin his rambling, whilst Za had walked over, a 'conversation' beginning with him and Ranboo.

cutting the camera, a little fight between Tungo and Chounce had begun, character development building wonderfully, watching there relationship fall apart right infront of my eyes to which i stiffled a laugh once more, there acting jokingly good.

once more, the camera had came up to me and Ranboo, asking for more talk from us, to which we obliged. "You cant help but watch it, its like um, a bunch of toddlers when they make believe, and they just,,, in a state of a kind of 'adorable' delusion." Ranboo had joked, their hooded eyes looking over at them for a moment before returning to the camera lenses. "Except its um, a bunch of grow men and uh, I think they're actually delusional." i had added, a few yells from the squad behind us in the background. Ranboo had sighed, turning his attention to them, "Atleast we're getting paid for this.."

「 AUTHORS NOTES 」

      🌌anon is back? ty 🌌anon 😭🫶 /gen!! eating pizza rolls as i write this, have a good day and hope you enjoy(ed) this dumb silly sorry boys write! im glad w11lbur wasnt included in there, presumably last, sorry boys video :) theyve said they are going on hiatus, but chances are it gets packed up all together is way higher (sadly). not to blame anyone for this, but w11lbur,,, w11lbur sucks (he took away my chances of beach ranboo in eyeliner and a sundress🪳 /sarc) (note mid writing this: THIS IS ACTUALLY GOOD? AND LONG? MY INSPIRATION IS COMING BACK!!🔥🔥) (note at the end of writing this: i lost motiviation and i might be going insane. 🌌anon, heres everything ive gotten so far, might add onto this! got up to 11 minutes of the 20 MINUTE LONG VIDEO.. going crazy😭) (after posted note: I READ IT WRONG IM GONNA SCREAM I THOUGHT IT SAID JUST SORRY BOYS NOT SORRY BOYS RANBOO EHSSHEKEE HOPE THIS DOESNG MATTER IM SO SORRY,, IM SO TIRED RN)

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Pavitir Prabhakar

The Spot

Transformers

Bumblebee (Bayverse + TFP)

Optimus Prime (Bayverse + TFP)

Ratchet (Bayverse + TFP)

Soundwave (Bayverse + TFP)

(ROTB) Mirage (Bayverse)

Noah Diaz

Ironhide (Bayverse)

Crosshairs (Bayverse)

Hot Rod (Bayverse)

Knockout (TFP)

Ultra Magnus (TFP)

What I WON'T write:

Rape/Non-con

Specific race 'x readers' (ex: Black! reader / Hispanic! reader) (I want everybody to be able to access and intake my writing how they see fit; I love people of all backgrounds, but I refuse to separate writings for certain groups of people. We are all equal here)

What I WILL write:

x Reader (Male, Female, GN; I usually try to make most things GN but depends on the request!)

x OC (be as detailed as possible about your character if requesting' looks, personality, etc)

CC x CC

NSFW/Smut (18+)

Onshots

Blurbs

Head-cannons

Series' (specify if you would like your request possibly split into multiple parts; no guarantees but I will consider)

Abuse

Addiction

Self-harm

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Romance

Gore

Extreme gore

Horror

Extreme horror

(There is a difference between extreme and regular topics. Please be mindful when requesting the prior mentioned)

NOTE: This is a temporary stand-in for an actual masterlist whilst I make one! These are the current fandoms I write for, keep in mind available characters and rules when requesting!

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!

<3333

[shubblelive]

— CUT THAT

summary : being an editor for the sorry boys means you witness a lot of embarrassing moments. but there’s no one tommy would trust more with them.

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!wilbur soot, cc!sorry boys (mentioned)

request : @gaytoadwithapopsicle can you do being a feminine reader (they/them or she/they) in sorry boys! and it’s tommy x reader (romantic)

word count : 966

note : i made reader an editor cause i had this cute little idea and it’s not really something you see in fics a whole lot

it was late. everyone else had gone home, it was just you, tommy and wilbur. you and wilbur in your separate booths editing videos, tommy sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. wilbur was working on the first video and you were doing the colouring for the second, and the three of you had lapsed into a comfortable silence in the few hours you’d been there.

but of course tommy’s calm state had an expiration date that allowed approximately three hours of quiet, and now he was getting bored.

“can we go home?” he huffed. “i didn’t even get a chair. i don’t want to be a floor boy anymore,”

without even looking away from his monitor wilbur pointed at the couch behind him. you glanced at your boyfriend, giving a sympathetic smile. “i’ll be another hour or so, and then i still need to wait ‘till i get a reply. sorry, tom. you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

tommy sighed dramatically. “i offered you a lift home, i’d be a bit of a shit boyfriend if i left you here alone with him.”

“i’ll split an uber with you?” wilbur offered, spinning slightly in his chair. “make sure you get dropped of first.”

“oi,” tommy said from his position on the floor, pointing threateningly at wilbur. “back off,”

you rolled your eyes affectionately. “sorry, the lighting in this prison was absolutely abysmal. there’s a lot to fix.”

tommy finally pushed himself off the floor and almost tripped walking towards you, looking at your screen. the part you were currently colour-correcting was focused on charlie and wilbur, and tommy nodded resolutely. “yes, there is a lot to fix there. i don’t know how you stomach it,” you laughed quietly with wilbur rolling his eyes, but tommy wasn’t done. “like, look at his fucking hair. it’s too long, i hate it. i know something else that is too long.” 

this time it was tommy sniggering at his own joke, but instead you looked up at him from your chair and said “how long we’ve been together.”

at that, wilbur burst into laughter, with tommy trying his best to hold back his own. he was spluttering while attempting to reply, and in the meantime, you decided to go back to your work. “anyway tommy. the amount of shit jokes of yours i have to cut out because they’re just not funny is so incredibly high, if anything it’s your fault we’re still here.”

“fuck you my jokes are funny.” tommy pouted. “at least my face doesn’t look like that.” he pointed to where you had paused on an unfortunate face charlie was making, and you scoffed.

“i have an entire folder of dumb faces you’ve made in videos that i’ve cut out,” you replied. “i just choose not to share them with you because i love you.”

“so you’ve been removing tommy’s face from the entire prison video, then?” wilbur asked.

you nodded. “the second you’re done with the courtroom cut i’ll go back and fix that one too.”

tommy was growing increasingly offended, hiding the fond smile he was directing at you. you’d been hired as an editor for the new group channel because of him, and while he’d known his friends would love you he had been a little worried. the two of you had only been going out for four months before you took the job, and at the time you’d only met wilbur. 

but when you first showed up at the office on the day of the first full production meeting, he’d been relieved that everyone loved you. seeing you get along so well with wilbur filled him with comfort, and he resisted the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead, knowing it would break up the banter you were sharing.

“you can talk, wilbur.” he spoke up. “your face is dumb and if i were you i’d keep growing my hair out so no one has to see it.”

“says the kid who got the same haircut as me.” wilbur fired back.

“alright, you two,” you stopped them. “tom, give me half an hour and i’ll be done? then i am all yours for the rest of the night.”

tommy reluctantly nodded, and went to go sit back on the floor. but before he could, wilbur spoke up again. “nah, you guys are alright. you should go home, i’ll finish the rest of it.”

you shook your head, pointedly ignoring the way tommy’s face lit up at the prospect of getting to spend time with you after a very long day. “no, will. it’s too much for one person. it’s my job, i’ll do it. it’s fine, really.”

“whatever i don’t finish tonight, we can do tomorrow,” wilbur encouraged gently. “we’re way ahead of schedule thanks to you. take tonight off, go do what the youths do.”

“yeah, listen to him,” tommy nodded eagerly. “he’s old and wise like a president,”

you looked uncertain, but the fond smile wilbur was giving you both was enough to make you cave. “five minutes to finish up? then we can go home?” tommy nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. that night, when you got back to your flat, tommy immediately pressed his face into the top of your head, holding you close to him. 

“i missed you,” he mumbled. “i’m really glad you took the job. i love working with you.” his voice was low, and you knew he was being uncharacteristically earnest, but you couldn’t resist.

“i think i’m getting sick of you,” you tried, bringing a hand up to scratch his scalp gently. 

“no you’re not,” he corrected, closing his eyes against your touch. he wasn’t wrong. 

[modelbus]

YOOOO MODDLEE

yeah I did it again.

(Help I have a problem of disappearing into thin air)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PART THREE OF CUT CHAOS SHEBSJNSUH

you said you would write 500 chapters.. but like obviously exaggerating..? (Kiddinggg)

tho a few more couldn’t hurt..

juuuust saying if you ever feel like it I will eventually see it and it will eventually make my week. <3333

BUT THATS NOT WHY WE ARE HERE! (I’m sorry my requests are always so long and dramatic bro I just brain like that)

Actual request:

ok so like I knowww cut chaos started from rumours but like rumours are an easy way to start plot lines k? (Also I use she pronouns out of habit but they is pog too)

the friends in question: Tommyinnit (duh), Wilbur (moosic boi), Ranboo (generation loss trauma guy), Possibly Slimecicle?? I know he’s not someone you do requests for normally buttt if you’re okay with it that would be POG, or if slime is a no, tubbo!

SO a few months ago Y/N started working on an SMP with some minimal custom mods, some fancy texture packs, maybe some data packs, and its like this BIGGG project, BUT its not public and its taking a lot of her time, so she can only really do a few streams and most of the time because her schedule is so full its hard to work out streams with friends so, she is alone. with the internet being the internet people started to think something was up, some annoyed viewers made a few rumours and people kept making things up and escalating things until people were saying she did all sorts of horrible things to “lose all her friends” but one of the most popular theories was that she was emotionally abusing them (??? Internet wildin ig) she ignored them while mostly finishing the stuff for the smp, but decided to address it in a very- y/n way. Getting four friends to come to her house and hide slightly off camera while she made a purposefully bad apology video only for them to jump out at the end and her to stand up and be like “YALL REALLY THOUGHT I WAS SOME MASTER MANIPULATOR?! I’M JUST A FUNKY LITTLE CHAOTIC MINECRAFT GOBLIN N’ I’VE BEEN WORKING ON AN SMP THIS WHOLE TIME!! ITS GONNA BE SUPER COOL AND THESE FOUR PLUS ALOOOOT MORE PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE THERE I’M POSTING THE CREATORS SOON AND ITS LAUNCHING IN A MONTH!, SO STOP ASSUMING I’M A BAD PERSON AND GET PUMPED BITCHES!” something along those lines, maybe at the end a little peek at what people are responding with. (Obviously no pressure, but like id be cool) (thanks for considering deity of the busses and models.)

HOW WE LIKING THE SILLIES?!?

P.S I’m not always an angst gremlin (just most of the time..) - ✨🌌🌙 Annon

I DO BE LIKING THE SILLIES (and thank you for elevating me to the level of deity, my ego has been inflated)

Pairing: Cc! Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Charlie Slimecicle x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Roaring Rumors

Life was all about sacrifices.

Or, that’s what you keep telling yourself when you’re up at 1AM working on your server. Putting together an SMP is harder than it sounds; texture packs, data packs, comparability, world-building, even the (seemingly) simply act of contacting people to play on it. For the amount of time you spent on your computer, your hands might as well be part of your keyboard.

Sleep wasn’t the only thing you sacrificed. Streaming, even just fun ones with your friends, had quickly became rare. Although you loved to hop on a call while coding still, your online presence had severely receded.

You just keep telling yourself that sacrifices are necessary. That the payoff would be worth it.

And it really would be, but you just had to get there first. Which was proving harder than you had thought.

At the very least, you still had your friends. Wilbur sitting silently on call with you while you work, Tommy dragging you out of your room, Ranboo always willing to get excited over your progress. Every day you woke up with a text from your groupchat—typically Charlie—just filling you in on the latest internet trend by a meme.

Today, your news comes from Wilbur and Tommy.

“I think they’re canceling you.” Wilbur says casually while you’re in the midst of detailing the hunger bar for a texture pack.

“Ooh, you’re a wrong’un!” Tommy yells in the background of Wilbur’s side of the call.

The three of you had been idly chatting while each doing your own thing. Wilbur and Tommy were engaged in some Twitter competition, as far as you know.

“Canceling me for what?” You ask, deciding to ignore Tommy’s shouting.

“Existing, I think.” Wilbur answers.

“So the normal.”

“The normal.”

Although the conversation stops there, you can’t help yourself. Later, during one of the few hours you dedicate to getting sleep to stay alive, you pull open Twitter on your phone. Your last tweet was nearly two weeks ago, so it’s been a minute.

But you just want to make sure nothing horrible happened while you were busy. You’re a content creator, this is normal. Definitely. You definitely aren’t just justifying this so you can do it.

You swipe through tweets, heading to trending and searching your name. Tweets load, making your mouth run dry. Wilbur wasn’t joking.

All you can do is scroll, reading as the messages get wilder and wilder. From people saying they were missing you to theories on why nobody was streaming you. Each one seemed considerably more implausible, and before you know it you’re glaring at your screen like it’s to fault.

Some thought you had grown apart.

Some thought you had a falling out.

And, apparently, a lot thought you were emotionally abusing them. Or, depending on the tweet, manipulating them.

Quite honestly, you didn’t even know how they got the idea. The long threads of explanations did nothing but send you into a spiral, biting your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds.

You were so close to finishing the SMP. It needed just a few things, then you'd be able to start scheduling to get it up and running. You didn't have the time nor mental capacity to deal with whatever the fuck is going on right now.

Is it a good choice? Maybe not. But do you still ignore the accusations? Hell yes.

-

By the time you get even closer to finishing the preparations for your SMP, you've come up with the perfect plan to address the (quite stupid) rumors. It'll be a two-in-one; you address the rumors and announce the SMP at the same time.

"How long do I have to lay on this floor?" Tommy asks, stretched out behind your chair.

"Nobody asked you to lay on the floor." Wilbur points out, standing next to your computer. Charlie, on the other side, laughs.

"Yeah man, you wanted to be down there."

"Besides, I'm doing great down here!" Ranboo chimes in.

You roll your eyes, grinning. "I'm about to start stream, so it won't be for much longer. Just wait for my cue, yeah?"

Tommy grumbles, but shuts up. You take that as your chance to start the stream, switching it off your waiting screen and waving to the camera. Your chosen stream title has brought in a bit more than your usual casual steam view number, "Talking about some serious stuff," leading people to believe there will be drama. And if it's drama they want, it's drama you'll give.

"Hello, hello!" You smile, leaning back. "So I've decided to talk about some things. Namely, the Twitter shit. I am so sorry for everything, and I mean that. A lot. Sincerely. There's meaning in it."

Tommy snorts, and from the corner of your eye you catch Wilbur kick him to shut him up.

"What am I sorry about?" You ask rhetorically, acting like you read it off of chat. "Oh, you know. People have been saying all types of stuff. The things about me manipulating my friends?" There's a pause while you let that sink in. "So, I'm sorry."

It's a purposefully shitty apology, but you sigh and act like its heartfelt for a few moments, nodding towards chat. Their messages are mostly confused, especially because it isn't one emote-only.

"Sorry you guys are so gullible!" You shout, and Tommy practically tackles you.

Wilbur's the one to fix your chair, Ranboo and Charlie appearing next to you within moments.

"You guys really thought this one could manipulate me? The master?" Charlie asks the stream, pointing at you.

"Yeah!" Tommy shouts, way too energetic for someone who complained five minutes ago about being on the floor. "We're the master manipulators! Get fooled!"

"I, for one, haven't manipulated anyone-" Ranboo starts, but Tommy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods empathetically.

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys were thinking, but I've just been playing fucking Minecraft for the past few months nonstop." You laugh.

"Nonstop. It's a problem." Wilbur nods.

"It is not a problem!" Pause. "Anyways, I made an SMP! And that's where I've been! Not because I've been manipulating my friends or some shit, stop being dumbasses."

"It'll be super cool!" Ranboo adds in helpfully.

"These four-"

"That's us!" Charlie points around at himself, Wilbur, Tommy, and Ranboo.

"-will be on it, plus a lot more. It'll be posting those people soon! As in, check your Twitter obsessively guys! The SMP will be in about a month, too, so get fucking excited! I want to see some hype!"

"WOO!" Tommy screams, making everyone cringe at having their eardrums ruptured.

"So that's all I wanted to talk about I think. Anything to add, guys?" You glance around at the four surrounding you with a grin.

"One thing." Charlie nods, leaning in really close. "I have a secret. This SMP, it's actually-" He hits your end stream button mid-sentence. "And that's how you keep 'em interested."

-

Ycgmaenthusist NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP NEW SMP

Mammalianeighingreflecenthusiest We are dumb as fuck aren’t we

Poabsenthusiest i will RIOT IN THE STREETS if any of yall be mean to MY STREAMER -> Cmwylenthusist FR I GOT TWO FISTS AND A CAUSE

[sardonic-the-writer]

going to the fair with slime boy- cc! or c! <333 (bonus points if theres a little blurb where he comforts sick reader after they get home from all the spinning)

Charlie was super hyped about the fair all day. Practically bouncing off the walls even before drinking any sort of coffee. Probably sat in the car ten minutes before you were even supposed to leave just becuase he was so giddy about spending time with you.

The only cameras that are pulled out on the trip is to take a picture or two for your seperate social media's, but other than that it's just a day for the two of you to eat way too much junk food and ride too many rollarcoasters. You even convinced each other to get face paint.

At one point Charlie had gotten a face time from Ted and Schlatt. It was enough to make the both of you pause and sit on a nearby bench to talk with them, the two—mainly Schlatt—poking fun at how ridiculously in love you two were. Charlie had just laughed as you stuck your tounge out and flipped the bird before reassuring Ted it wasn't directed at him.

("We love Ted in this household. But mutton chop boy can go fuck himself."

"Hey!")

After that it was a drive home light by nothing but dim streetlights and car lights.

You both fell asleep in each others arms as soon as your heads hit the pillow <3

[poraphia]

hellooo I was laying in bed and had an idea, what if the reader and Wilbur had been talking for a bit like flirting yk, and there streaming (reader isn't a streamer just visiting?) and they get on the topic of birthdays and Wilbur is like "oh when's your birthday I actually don't know!" And it turns out the readers a capricorn (I'm hoping u get this reference and I'm not embarrassing myself)

"A Capricorn, oh, Fuck That!"

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x capricorn!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.12.23 | 940 words

➵ CONTAINING! reader is a capricorn, wilbur and reader being flirty, geogeusser, wilbs singing accoustic

➵ SAYING! poraphia finally doing her requests?? YUHHH im in class rn as im writing this LMAOO. sorry this isnt like my best writing but im tryna get back into the groove

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Wil, help me!”

The tall man sat back in his chair, smiling smugly as he leaned back. I puffed up my cheeks in frustration as I had lost another round of Geogeusser against an annonymous user.

“I feel like at this point your viewers are stream sniping just to publicly humiliate me.” I sighed. Wil chuckled, now sitting up and scooting his chair close to his desk to examine the screen with me.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that.” He said, clicking the exit screen button. I turned to him, making a pouty face. After he finished adjusting his stream so that his webcam was now in full view, he turned to me. He tapped my nose with his index finger.

“Boop!” He giggled. My frown immediately curved into a smile as a small blush crept on my cheeks. He withdrawed his finger before tapping my nose again. “Boop!” He repeated.

I laughed, waving his hand away. “Okay, okay! I’m not mad anymore.” I looked at his other monitor to examine the chat. “Chat says they want to do a QnA. Should we do a QnA?” I asked. Wil placed his arm on the head of my chair, almost wrapping his arm around me.

“I don’t see why not.” He said, smirking. With his free hand, he reached over to his mouse and turned on text-to-speech donations. Curious, I scooted closer to him to watch his movements. He tilted his head toward mine, leaning into my prescence. “Alright, chat, I turned on donations. Ask away.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I watched the chat zoom by on his laptop. My eyes then trailed onto his computer monitor, realizing that his gaze was also on the monitor, admiring our position.

“Hey Wil and (y/n)—!” The text-to-speech voice filled our ears, making me holt back from the sudden noise.

“Ah! Wil that thing is loud!” I complained.

“Whoops, hold up.” He reached over and clicking on some things.

“—random question, but do yall believe in star signs? and what are yall star signs?” the text-to-speech finished it’s question. I tilted my head a bit, slightly thinking.

“I think they’re interesting, but I wouldn’t say I’m a total advocate.” Wil answered. “I like doing little jokey jokes with them though.”

“Oh yeah! That one bit with Charlie when you guys were sailing around in Origins?” I asked. Wil and I had watched the premiere of that video together the day it uploaded.

“Yeah— Oh you know what, that makes me wonder,” He turned his chair fully to look at me. “When is your birthday? I’m sure you’ve told me at least once but it probably just slipped my mind.”

“Wowww, and I thought we were friends.” I teased, crossing my arms.

“To be fair, I forget my own birthday!” Wil argued.

“That’s because you make up fifteen different birthdays for every stream.” I sighed. I turned back around to face the monitor.

“Touche.” He quickly muttered. I laughed, shaking my head. “So, when’s your birthday?” He asked.

“It’s in January, so I think I’m a capricorn?” I said, unsure. I watched Wilbur’s eyes widen a little from the monitor before a sly grin forming on his face. I turned my head to look at him.

“What? Is there something wrong with being a capricorn?” I asked, the confusion seeping into my voice. I looked back at chat only to be met with “A CAPRICORN??” and “YOOOOOOOOOOO”

“Can you give a moment? I need to get my guitar.” Wil said rather ominously. Without a space to talk, he got up and rushed to his bedroom to grab his instrument. In turn, I was left with thousands of people seeing the outright bewilderment on my face.

“Chat, I’m scared, what’s going on?!” I quickly uttered with a breathy laugh lightening my words. Wil came back shortly, clutching his guitar by the neck. I scoot my chair back for him and the guitar to fit back into frame.

“Sing it with me if you know the lyrics, chat, and I know you know the lyrics.” He quickly tuned his guitar as I stared at him dumbfounded. He played a few strings, testing to see if they were making the right notes before playing a familiar strumming pattern.

I bobbed my head to the words, listening to his breathy voice sing the lyrics he had written himself. His eyes fluttered close as he hunched down a little, feeling his music. He finished up the first verse, transitioning onto the verse.

“I’ve been scared of sleeping with the lights on. Know she’s not there. I know she’s going to his flaaat!” He tilted his head a little as he hit the high note. A smile unknowingly crept up on my face. “A capricorn, oh fuck that!”

“What the— Wil—!”

“They say sex sells I know that!” He ignored my shocked expression and continued playing.

“Wilbur!” I exclaimed again. I tried to sound upset, but in reality, my lips were pulled back into a wide smile. Eventually I sunk back in my chair, admiring his concentrated expression as his fingers grazed against the steel strings. His hair gently resting on top of his forehead, covering his eyes as he turned his face down to his guitar.

He could insult my star sign all he wants. As long as he does it in that pretty voice.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

a / n ~ reblogs, replies, likes, any notes of any kind are super appreciated! if you'd like to be in my taglist or an anon, my inbox is always open :D

[ellephlox]

Masterlist

Peruse the links below at your discretion; they’re all Matt Murdock x Reader.

EMBERS AND ASHES is a full-length story and is mostly posted on Archive of Our Own, but you can access Chapter One below. Quick overview of the genres — FLUFF is mostly little scenarios that should make you feel better if you’re having a bad day; there might be some physical intimacy but it’s not the focus of the fic. HURT/COMFORT usually will have both the physical hurt and the subsequent comfort — I tend to not write fics that lack the comfort (and if I do, I’ll make note of it). ANGST, on the other hand, isn’t physical but emotional hurt, and I try to include comfort in there, too. ROMANCE is basically fluff but with more of a focus on the *spicier* tension between Matt and Y/N. That being said, I don’t write smut, so it won’t ever get very explicit :) 

Also - not fics, but here is my photo with Charlie when I got to meet him at Dortmund CC in 2022, and here is the video of the conversation I had with him while getting my autograph!

EMBERS AND ASHES

Chapter One is located here on tumblr, and here on AO3. 

FLUFF

Audiometry - You test Matt’s hearing and make a game out of it

Mimicry - You, Matt, Karen, and Foggy play Description Charades

Frivolity - You and Matt go to a playground in the middle of the night

Devil’s (Bad) Luck - You get cursed to be extremely unlucky for a day

Deprivation - You try to go 60 hours without sleep to win a bet

Lie Detector - You have 48 hours to try to lie to Matt without him noticing

Echolocation - A bat gets into the apartment and Matt isn’t much help

Lights Out - The power goes out while you and Matt are in a haunted mansion

HURT/COMFORT

(Un)Stealthy - You get injured and try hiding it from Matt

The Sleeping Bag - Matt accidentally hurts you

Keyholes - You get assaulted and Matt’s not there to save you

Obstinacy - You get sick and refuse to let Matt help you

Strawberry Rhubarb - You get kidnapped by Fisk

Muted Dawn - You get mugged in the middle of the night

Head Over Heels - You sprain your ankle wearing high heels

Solidarity - Matt isn’t happy about you joining him and Frank on a mission

ANGST

Summer Hues - You have to put your pet down

Discordant (part i) - Matt is angry with you when you risk your life for his; Concordant (part ii) - You and Matt must endure a “kidnapping” to make up

ROMANCE

Wavelengths - You go shopping for a dress and Matt decides to come

Big Fish - Matt wants you to go swimming with him

Castle in the Sky - Matt tries to teach you self-defense

Matt x Autistic!Reader

Anchor - You get overstimulated at a party and Matt helps you calm down

[theimpalatales]

T Takes Brooklyn || Charlie Cox filmography

[medlarmeadows]

In His Mountain Goat Era

cc!Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie and reader goes bouldering.

Warning(s): swearing.

Word count: 680

A/N: I saw Charlie’s IG story of him climbing, yelled, and birthed this.

“I’m going to climb that one.”

“That one – Charlie, that’s a V4.”

Charlie turns to look at you, an excited grin on his face. His messy hair is slightly stained white from the several times he mussed it with his chalk-stained hands. If he had been wearing his spectacles, you were sure it would be dusty from chalk, too.

“I can do it.”

“You’re going to fall off.”

“It can’t be that much harder than a V3.”

“You completed like one V3. You’re gonna fall,” you jab, but you’re already leaning back as you sit on the floor with an amused smile. You know your boyfriend, and you know that he was definitely going to climb it no matter what you say.

“Bet.”

Not longer than a minute later, there’s a thud on the floor. You walk over to Charlie, looming over him with a smug I-told-you-so grin.

“I’ve hit rock bottom,” he wheezes out.

Snorting, you extend your hand towards him. He takes it without hesitation.

“Come on, mountain goat,” you say as you pull him to standing. “Let’s try some more V3s before attempting that again.”

The two of you spend the next hour completing V3 routes, yelling advice at each other when needed.

“Step on the blue one below!” Charlie yells from the mat.

“Where?” you yell back.

“The dinosaur shaped one!”

“The what?” Your left hand shakes from the effort of holding onto the small hold. You peer below you to try to look for the hold he's describing. “I can’t see that from my perspective, give me the general direction.”

“It’s uh,” he pauses and squints for a second. “Fuck. That’s green, not blue.”

“Charlie what – fuck!”

Your left hand slips from the hold and you fall on the mat with a thud.

After bickering and half-excuses (“I’m not wearing my glasses!” “You’re wearing contacts, idiot!”), Charlie decides to attempt the V4 again.

“Don’t fall this time, love,” you smirk at him.

Charlie stares at the route, humming, and you think he’s trying to map out the route in his head. Then, he turns to you with a playful look in his eyes.

“I won’t if you give me a good luck kiss.”

The smirk on your face immediately melts off and is replaced by a warm sensation on your cheeks. The two of you had been dating for a year, and yet Charlie never failed to find a way to fluster you.

“Come on,” he coaxes. “Pretty please?”

Rolling your eyes, you grab his chin and drag him down towards you into a short kiss. You’re very aware that your fingers are going to leave chalk stains on his chin, but Charlie doesn’t seem to mind as he chases your lips when you pull away. Cheekily, he steals a quick peck on the corner of your lips before turning back to the bouldering wall.

You whip out your phone and press record as Charlie starts to climb the V4. He works his way through the beginning faster now that he has a little more experience. When he falters at particularly difficult hold, you cheer from your spot on the mat.

Before you know it, he reaches the top and matches his hands on the last hold. You’re whooping and cheering at his accomplishment. Charlie turns around to look at you, letting go of one hand to give you a thumbs up, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful man look at you (even with a thumb-shaped white chalk stain on his chin).

When he jumps back down to the mat, you ambush him with a tight hug.

“You did it!”

“All thanks to your good luck kiss,” he replies, grinning down at you.

You roll your eyes at him and give him a light shove.

“My turn.”

You complete the V4 ten seconds faster than Charlie. He argues that it’s because you used his beta. You shoot back that it’s a skill issue, smacking his shoulder with a chalk-stained hand.

You notice the glint in Charlie’s eyes too late.

Either way, you both leave the climbing gym with your hair and clothes whiter than it was when you first came.