#charlie slimecicle posting !

[royalarchivist]

Ranboo: Hello, world. Hopefully my stream is working. I can't– is this good? Is this- is this good enough for everyone? Is this good enough? I'm live.

Ranboo: Fck, I'm not live on the right account! Oh my god, I'm live on Charlie's account–

[finny-bear]

you open me up like a zipbomb!!

song: zipbomb - slimecicle

[thatoneidiort]

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 36.5: HAPpY NEWR YEAS

[cheese-water]

he is the only funny person on the damn app

[thecouncilarchive]

LETS KILL THIS GUY

[tu-es-gegg]

WHERE TF ARE YOU

[eugenecroul]

- Hey you shouldn’t really open this files buddy. : - )

Inspo: @finny-bear animation, I adored it!! And song: zipbomb - slimecicle

It’s also been a while since I posted smth, I was mainly focused on my ocs and stuff lately, so sorry for a long wait x)

[oatm1lkcowboy]

the server truly could not have made a worse couple. alexa play clocks by coldplay

[sootsz]

the only duo ever

[royalarchivist]

Slimecicle: I have a feeling there might be another... Actually, I don't want to scare her. Hang on. I don't I don't really want to freak her the fck out. There we go. Helloooo?

JuanaFlippa: [Is wearing a cute little ghost costume]

Slime: [SCREAMS] OH FCK! Oh sht! Oh god! I need to tell Flippa! Oh my god it's haunted, we need to move! We actually need to move! Oh my god, I got to change zip codes! I need to change fcking states, I need to change SMPs! [He takes a minute to calm down] Oh, oh, that was scary. Oh my god. Do you think it's still there? Do you think it's still there? It's probably- [SCREAMS]

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 275: He Is Safe

Submitted by: Anonymous

[saystrinity]

thinkin abt charlie’s japan trip and the whole time difference thing (17 hours between la and japan what!!!!!) sooo here’s a little fic abt it

contains: use of y/n, kinda fem!reader (reference to being a wife), oops! (almost) all dialogue

✶⋆. charlie slimecicle: can i call you tonight? ⋆꙳

even for the earliest hours of the morning, inching towards sunrise, la traffic never fails to be incessant. a clashing chorus of revving engines and the occassional blaring horn stream into your bedroom from the open window, which is doing nothing but welcoming in even more of the suffocating humidity from outside.

you’re starfished on your bed, an overheating mess atop your bundle of sheets. the line only trills twice before charlie’s picking up.

“hello?” “charlie, why are you on your phone?” “..because you called me.”

“my fan died. it’s hot.” “well, i’m a couple thousand miles away. can’t fix it.”

“selfish. ..i can’t sleep.”

“because of the fan?” “uh, yeah. talk at me.”

“saying i’ll bore you to sleep?” “saying you’re my entertainment for the night. talk, talking monkey, talk!”

“what do you want to hear, ringmaster?” “tell me about japan. are you having a good time?”

“yeah, yeah, it’s really fun. tom, schlatt and trevor are really enjoying themselves.” “good, good.. when are you home?”

“aw, missing your monkey?” “the circus just isn’t the same without you.”

“five day trip, got here monday, so.. three days.” “i feel like a forlorn housewife, awaiting my husband’s return from this terrible war.”

“the terrible war of.. a boy’s trip?” “mhm.”

“you wish you were my wife.” “shut up, monkey. go enjoy yourself now.”

“bored you enough?” “positively yawning. thanks.”

“alright. goodnight, y/n.” ”night, char.. love you.” ”love you more, angel.”

you let the words sit comfortably on the line for a few more blissful seconds before hanging up.

now, even with the seemingly endless roving sound of la’s burgeoning morning, charlie’s soft words were enough to soothe your sleepless soul, and you’re drifting off within minutes, internally scratching off the days left until his return.

[slcmml]

tech support! charlie & reader. fluff.

you hate making phone calls.

absolutely despise it, actually. something about talking to a stranger, especially for customer support, makes your skin crawl. but your laptop is acting up, and after scouring the internet for a solution and coming up empty handed, you seemingly have no other choice. so, you dial the number, swallow your nerves, and wait.

“hello! this is charlie from tech co’s customer support! how can i help you today?”

you weren’t expecting the voice on the other end to sound so… cute?

it’s warm, gentle, and just a little scratchy, like he’s been talking all day but still has patience to spare. suddenly, making this phone call doesn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.

“hi, um. yeah. my laptop isn’t working? i mean, obviously, that’s why i’m calling, but, uh, it won’t turn on, and i have no idea why.”

“gotcha! let’s see if we can get that fixed for you!”

his voice is so reassuring you almost forget you’re actually supposed to be fixing something.

he walks you through the steps, patient as ever while you fumble through them. when you press the wrong button, he gently corrects you. when you let out a frustrated groan, he laughs—not in a mean way, but like he finds you endearing. and god, it makes your stomach do a little flip.

“it’s okay, take your time! i’m here to help, promise.”

and help he does.

except at some point, your laptop starts working again, but you don’t want tell him.

“huh? still not working? that’s weird.”

you lie straight through your teeth just to keep talking to him. it’s shameless, really, but you don’t even care. he’s kind, patient, and his voice is the nicest thing you’ve heard all day. so you keep up the act just a little longer, drawing out the conversation until there’s truly nothing left to say.

“well, i’m glad i could help! and if you need anything else, you know where to call.”

oh, you do. and you’re already thinking about it.

“you’ve been super helpful, by the way,” you say, hesitating just a little before asking, “um, what’s your name? so i can leave a good review?”

“oh! yeah, of course. it’s charlie.”

charlie. yeah, that suits him.

“thanks, charlie. i really appreciate it.”

“anytime.”

—

you call back the next day.

you shouldn’t. there is no reason to. your laptop is fine, perfectly fine, but—

“hello! tech support, how can i help you?”

your heart sinks for a second before you realize it’s not charlie.

“oh, um,” you stammer, scrambling for an excuse. “i, uh, had an issue with my laptop the other day, and i wanted to follow up? i think the guy who helped me was named charlie?”

“oh, charlie! yeah, give me a sec, i’ll transfer you over.”

your stomach does a whole flip before you hear the click of the line transferring.

“hello?”

oh, thank god.

“hey, charlie,” you say, and you hope he doesn’t hear the stupid little smile in your voice. “it’s me. again.”

“oh, hey! did something go wrong with your laptop?”

“yeah, it’s, uh. still kinda acting up.”

lie.

“oh no,” he says, immediately concerned. “what’s it doing now?”

you make something up on the spot, some vague, convoluted problem that doesn’t actually exist, but he still goes along with it. walks you through another set of steps, laughs ok when you struggle, and just—keeps talking to you.

and this time, you swear he’s stalling, too.

—

it becomes a thing. you call every couple of days with some tech issue you made up, and he never questions it, just helps you like normal and talks to you like he’s actually happy to hear your voice. (spoilers: he is)

until the one time you say, “ugh, this laptop hates me,” and he hums thoughtfully before going, “you know, for a laptop that’s given you this many problems, you sure seem to like using it.”

does this mean he knows?

“what?” you say, playing dumb.

“i mean, you’ve had, what, like five different issues this week?” he teases. “i’m starting to think you just like calling tech support.”

heat rushes to your face. “okay, first of all,” you say, indignant. “it was three times.”

“mmhm.”

“second of all,” you start, then stop. because what is your second point? that he’s right? that you do like calling tech support? or, more specifically, that you like calling him?

“whatever,” you mumble instead, hoping he can’t hear how flustered you are.

but if the way he’s laughing is any indication, he totally can.

—

a week later, you take it one step further.

you don’t call this time. you show up.

you made a small google search to find the address of tech co, the store he works at, before stepping inside with a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing under your skin. you don’t even know what he looks like, but somehow, you just know when you see him.

he’s standing behind the counter, light brown hair, slightly messy, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms. he’s cuter than you imagined—not just cute, but like, unfairly pretty. and when his eyes meet yours, shining with kindness, you know you made the right call.

“hi,” you say, leaning onto the counter.

“hey,” he says back, smiling. “fancy seeing you here.”

“yeah, well. my laptop broke again,” you say, suppressing a grin.

he raises an eyebrow. “oh, did it now?”

“yeah.. completely fried. tragic, really.”

“oh, so tragic,” he echoes, playing along.

you both know you’re full of shit. neither of you really care.

“so,” he leans in just a little, resting his arms on the counter, closer to you. “now that i’ve seen you in person, should i expect more tech issues? or was this a one time thing?”

you laugh, feeling a little bold. “you think i’d come to your job just to say it’s a ‘one time thing’?”

“i hope not,” he says with a slightly nervous smile.

your heart flips. he’s so cute.

“well, it’s not,” you say, mustering all your courage. “‘cause, you know, i’ve got a real issue that could use your help.”

his grin widens. “mmhm. and what would that be?”

“i need your number. y’know, in case of emergency. i mean, what if my laptop explodes?”

he blinks.

then he laughs—soft, surprised, pleased—before pulling a receipt from the register and scribbling something on it.

when he slides it over, his fingers brush yours, and you think, yeah. totally worth it.

© slcmml

[tu-es-gegg]

they all have 15 diseases each

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